#will lamontagne x daughter reader

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Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau x Autistic nonverbal daughter reader

Summary: Will is busy with Henry and Micheal so JJ brings in their 5 year old daughter to work, the little girl meets Hotch and instantly latches onto him which shocks everyone.

Yes another Autistic reader because I need this right now.

Third person pov...

JJ kisses her husband and sons as she gets ready to leave for the day. The blonde haired woman smiled at her boys. "I'll see you later okay?" She says getting a giggle from baby Micheal, a okay 'mama' from Henry and a smile from Will.

She smiles lovingly at her boys before looking around for her only daughter Y/N, the 5 year old was around somewhere, either playing with toys or watching her favourite show over and over again.

"Y/N!" She yells before remembering the little girl wouldn't respond to her name, Will looks at his wife. "I'll go find her" he says handing Michael to JJ before going off to find their Daughter.

It takes a few minutes to find the little girl before Will finds her in her favourite room in the house her room, the little girl had all her special Interests in her room, it was vastly decorated and made for the little girl.

Her room is where she feels most comfortable, Will watches from the doorway as his only daughter happily rocks back and forth while watching her favourite show. The man then casually sits next to her keep a bit of space between them and not touching her.

Him and JJ learnt early on that their daughter didn't like physical touch unless she wants it, they don't push it on her, they also Learnt that she could profile someone when she first meets them like she can tell if they are a good person or not, another thing that she is Nonverbal.

This means that some children who are Autistc choose not to speak, This doesn't mean that they can't or don't have a desire to communicate though. So little Y/N speaks with movements, writing things down or sign language.

Will taps on the carpet and gains the attention of his 5 year old, the girl looks up at him never meeting his eyes but she is listening to him. "It's time to go, Mama wants you" he says to her, the little girl smiles at him and stands up, he watches as she grabs one of her sensory toys.

The 5 year old H/C child then grabs her Dads hand and begins walking with him to the front door where JJ and her brothers were standing waiting fir her to show up, Michael starts giggling when he sees her, Henry jumps around excited and JJ watches with a smile as her daughter is holding her Husbands hand willingly.

"Ready to go sweetie" she says to her daughter, the little girl smiles at her mum and let's go of her dad hand. JJ and her wave bye before leaving and getting in the car, JJ helps her buckle in before handing the little girl her sensory toy ans little lunchbox woth her usual lunch in.

JJ then starts the car, the two were soon on their way to The BAU headquarters, Y/N was coming to JJs work because she couldn't leave her Husband alone with all three children it wasn't fair and she knew Y/N would enjoy going to JJs work place.

When they arrive JJ opens the door to Y/Ns side, she let her daughter choose I she wanted to be carried in or wall on her own. Surprisingly the little girl reached out for JJ, this made the blonde woman smile and excitedly pick up her daughter. "Ready?" She asks the 5 year old little Y/N grins at her and nods her head.

The two make their way into the building and quickly into the lift, JJ picked the BAU floor. "Now I have your headphones with me, and your sensory toys, if it gets to much come find me okay Honey" Says JJ to her daughter, the 5 year old looks up at her and signs 'yes mama'

JJ smiles "good girl" the elevator doors open and JJ walks into the bullpen, she spots Derek Morgan, Emily prentiss, Spencer Reid and David Rossi standing together. "Hey guys" she says to the others the Agents look over to her, all arw shocked to see the little girl in her arms.

"Who's this JJ?" Asks Emily as she looks at the adorable 5 year old, JJ smiles and bounces thr little girl in her arms. "This everyone is Y/N LaMontagne, My daughter" as she says this Spencer walks over to JJ and Y/N, the little girl makes repeatetive noises as she sees the man.

The little girl has the biggest smile on her face and signs 'Uncle Spencer' over and over as if she was screaming his name. "Heyy Y/N/N!" He laughs before holding the little girls hand letting her se eif she wants his touch.

The little girl wiggles and JJ let's her down once on the floor the 5 year old quickly runs to Spencer who kneels on the ground he let's the little girl touch hid face and hair, letting her feel the textures, a other thing Y/N loves fleeing different textures and on different people.

As the little girl and Dr bond JJ is interrogated by the others. Derek looks at her then at Y/N. "Well she doesn't look that old, so when did you have her?" He asks making JJ laugh. "Y/N is 5 years old, we never told anyone about her because we wanted to keep her safe and not overwhelmed by everyone" she explains to them.

Rossi smiles "she looks exactly like you" he says making the woman smile. "I'm glad" she says. The three watch as the little girl rocks back and worth on her feet and hands flapping excitedly as Spencer talks to her about something random.

Emily notices this and looks to JJ. "She Autistic?" JJ isn't surprised that she finds out, the blonde smiles at her friend. "Yes she is, we recognises the signs when she was 4 but she always had been, thanks to Spence we know last about m having a child who is autistic" she says making Derek smile at her "Your good parents to her" he says.

The others then get on with their work, realising they had been wasting time, Spencer continues to entertain Y/N at his desk.

Time skip...

It had been a few hours since Y/N had turned up with JJ and she was doing incredibly well being around so many people, the little girl soon git bored of sitting and watching her mum and friends work, the 5 year old gets down from her chair and wlaks out of her mums office.

The 5 year old walks around the bullpen and sees a sign on a office it read. 'Aaron Hotchner' the girl had heard the name before her parents spoke of a 'Hotch' alot, the 5 year old then walks over to the office and pushes the door open.

She looks around before walking in the office, she sees shelfs fill of many books, and many case files stacked up on a desk, she then saw a man leaning over and writing in one, silently the girl walks over to him and wayche shis facial expressions change.

She watches him fir a couple seconds before tapping his leg, the man's head shot up he looked around for the thing that tapped him. He then looked down and saw the little girl.

Y/N saw his eyebrow raise in confusion before she gave him a smile and started to make her way up trying to climb him, The still confused man helped the little girl up and she sat happily in his lap.

"Who are you?" He asks her, the girl taps his hand and writes her name on his palm, the man instantly realises she didn't talk and let her communicate with him via writing or sign language.

"So your JJs daughter" he says gaining a nod from the child sat in his lap, he was surprised when she got comfortable in his lap only jsut meeting him.

After a few hours the little girl eventually falls asleep which allows Hotch to stand up and carry her out off his office and into the bullpen where he saw JJ rushing around like a maniac worrying about her daughter.

The man saw his other Agents doing the same thing, looking under tables for the girl, even rossi was voluntary on his knees. "Is this who you are looking for Agents" he yelled over the noise not loud enough to wake the child in his arms but loud enough to be heard.

The intimidating man watches as JJ cries tears of relief as she sees her daughter asleep his her bosses arms. "I can't believe she warmed up to you so well Hotch" Says the mother taking the child into her arms.

Hotch let a small smile escape his mouth. "She must be a good judge of character then, she's my make an amazing profiler" he said making the woman laugh. "I know she will" she whispers carrying her daughter out of the building and back home after a long day.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot for JJ, as always sorry for the grammar and Spelling mistakes.

This took me a while to think off.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1601

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Jennifer Jareau x Daughter!Reader 

Word count: 3273

Warnings: Being shot and I think that’s it

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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It all started with a super rare day off with my Mom. It was just going to be me, her, and my little half-brother Henry. We were both so excited to be able to spend a Saturday with our Mom since her job takes her away a lot. We were all playing when Mom got a call. 

“Y/N can you watch your brother for a second?” She asked and I nodded. She gave me a smile and walked to the side yard. I distracted Henry while Mom took her call, which she didn’t look exactly happy about. She came back into the room and sighed. 

“I need to go, we’ve got a case…” She said and Henry frowned. 

“I’m going to call the babysitter, can you watch your brother until she comes?” She asked and I shrugged. 

“I can watch him, Mom.” I said and she bit her lip. 

“I don’t know when it’s going to be done.” She said and I nodded. 

“So when Dad get’s back-” 

“Dad is part of the case.” She said while Henry was distracted. My eyes widened and she motioned me to follow her. 

“Henry, come inside and grab some juice.” Mom said. We followed her inside and Herny ran to get his juice. Mom pulled me over to sit at the table while Henry was watching cartoons. 

“Is Dad okay?” I asked, worried. 

“Dad is fine, his partner was shot.” She answered and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. 

“I really don’t know how long this will be, Y/N.” She said and I nodded. 

“I get it Mom, I can take care of Henry.” I said and she sighed. 

“Call me if you need a babysitter to help you.” She said and I smiled. 

“I promise, now go, Dad needs your help.” I said. I got up and went to go watch cartoons with Henry. 

It’s been hours since Mom and Dad left for work. Henry was upset for a little while about Mom having to leave, but I distracted him enough to forget about it. Mom told me I wasn’t allowed to look at the news at all, which I understood. She hated when I knew about local cases. I was too distracted by Henry to even think about looking at the news. However the thought of my Mom and Dad were constantly in the back of my head. I had Henry watching cartoons while I was making dinner for us. I pulled out my phone bit my lip. I haven’t heard anything from Mom or Dad since Mom left. 

“Don’t check the news under any circumstances.” Mom’s voice floated through my head. 

“I know Mom… but you and Dad haven’t answered any one my texts…” I whispered to myself. I took a deep breath and pulled up the news on my phone. My eyes widened and I dropped my phone on the counter. 

“Y/N/N? You alright?” Henry called. 

“I’m fine Henry! Just had something slippery on my hands and dropped my phone!” I called back. 

“Okay!” He called back and I hoped went back to watching cartoons. I quickly picked up my phone and called Mom. 

“Please pick up, please pick up…” I mumbled to myself. 

“Y/N? Are you alright? Do you need a babysitter?” Mom answered. 

“I’m fine, Mom, we’re fine. Are you? Is Dad?” I asked quietly so Henry wouldn’t hear.

“You looked at the news!?” She hissed at me. 

“I’m sorry! You and Dad weren’t answering my texts and I was worried…” I answered. 

“We’re fine, Y/N, I need you to stop looking at the news please.” She begged, she sounded off. 

“Okay, I promise, can you just please answer my texts? I’m really worried, Mom.” I whispered and she sighed. 

“I’m sorry for worrying you sweetie, I’m fine everything’s gonna be okay. Just focus on Henry and I promise I’ll text you in an hour.” She said. She said everything is going to be fine… I grew up with just my Mom at first and I picked up some profiling along the way. My Mom was lying to me. 

“Mom?” I asked. 

“Y/N, I really need to go. Just let me know if you need a babysitter.” She said and hung up. I sighed and put my phone to the side. 

“Something’s wrong…” I mumbled to myself. 

“Hey Y/N! Look who’s home!” I heard Henry call and I turned to see Dad with a woman I’ve never seen before. 

“Dad!” I said and rushed over to him. I went to hug him then noticed he looked a little worse for wear. 

“Dad? Are you alright?” I asked. 

“I’m fine Sweet heart, Mom thought you could use a little help and sent me over with my partner-” 

“I’m Izzy.” The woman cut him off and offered me her hand. Alarm bells were ringing in my head. Mom said his partner was shot.

“Uh, hi.” I said, shaking her hand. I glanced at my Dad and he just smiled at me. I heard a sizzling behind me quickly turned around. 

“Oh shoot!” I said and rushed to take the pot off the stove. I heard the two adult talking in a low voice that I just couldn’t hear. When I turned back around Dad was kneeling down to look at Henry. 

“Daddy let’s play!” Henry said. 

“Daddy can’t play right now, I gotta go to work. But this is um-” 

“Izzy.” The woman said again. 

“Izzy.” Dad whispered. 

“Can you say hi to Izzy?” Dad asked. 

“Hi Izzy.” Henry whispered, he was nervous about this woman too. 

“She’s gonna stay with you and Y/N until Mama comes home, okay?” Dad said. 

“Okay.” Henry said, sounding sad. 

“Hey.” Dad said, gaining his attention. 

“I love you.” Dad said to him. 

“I love you.” Henry said back. Dad hugged him. 

“You’re gonna be okay.” Dad said which made my anxiety skyrocket. Dad sent Henry into the living room to play and I walked up to him. 

“Dad?” I asked with a nervous tone. 

“Come here Y/N/N.” He said and motioned me to come hug him. I stepped into his arms and wrapped mine around him. 

“Everything is gonna be okay.” He whispered and I looked up at him. He was lying just like Mom was… He moved next to my ear and whispered so only I could hear. 

“Keep your brother away from her.” He whispered. I looked into his eyes and nodded. I’d protect my brother with my life and I think my Dad knows that too. He kissed my head and gently pushed me to follow Henry. I watched him walk out the house. 

“Hey Henry, you wanna help me finish cooking?” I asked and he smiled at me. 

“Yeah!” He said and I quickly picked him up. I walked him into the kitchen and watch the woman look around our house. I was so anxious about her presence here, but I just had to focus on protecting my brother. 

As I was cooking Henry started getting antsy and wanted to go color. I sighed and put him down. I led him over to the table where he got in the chair all by himself, and grabbed some paper and crayons. He quietly started coloring and I went back to the kitchen to hurry up and finish cooking. 

As I was just about to finish I heard Henry talking to the woman. I cursed myself and quickly finished the cooking. Once everything was done I left it on the stove to keep warm and walked out to find Henry on the woman’s lap. My eyes widened as I watched her touching his hair. 

“Let me tell you a story.” She said and I gulped. 

“Hey, Henry, foods ready. You hungry?” I asked as I walked over to him. 

“I wanna hear the story, Y/N/N.” He said. Izzy smirked at me and held Henry a bit closer to her. 

“Sit down, listen to the story, Y/N/N.” She smeared at me. I gave her a tight lipped smile and sat in the seat Henry was sitting in. I heard my phone ringing in the other room, but I knew if I moved she’d hurt my brother. She just smirked at me. 

“I really think we should eat Henry.” I said and he started to reach for me. 

“Y/N/N!” He said and I quickly pulled him out of her lap. I went into the kitchen and the woman followed. She grabbed my phone from the counter and smirked at me. We heard the gate opened and the woman went to go check the window. 

“Henry, go hide.” I whispered and he rushed off. I moved to run for it but I heard a gun cock. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” She asked and I slowly turned around. 

“Come out Henry!” She called out. 

“Don’t listen to her Henry!” I shouted. 

“You little bitch!” She growled at me and I tried to run. She shot at me and I screamed in pain. 

“Drop it!” I heard my Mom growl. I couldn’t focus on what they were doing, but I knew Mom was fighting with the girl. 

“Mommy!” I heard Henry shout. 

“Henry!” Mom shouted. There was more fighting and then I heard a thud. I kept pressure on my lower left back and stayed laying on the floor. I heard footsteps coming closer to me and someone knelt down. 

“You alright, kid?” I recognized the voice of David. 

“It hurts a lot.” I groaned. 

“Let me see.” He said as he gently moved my hand. He looked at the bleeding wound and sighed. 

“The bullet is still inside, but your Mom and I are gonna get you help.” He said and I nodded. 

“I know…” I said. 

“Y/N/N?” I heard Henry asked in a scared voice. 

“I’ll be fine, Henry.” I said and smiled back at him in my Mom’s arms. David pushed his arms under me and lifted me up. I groaned as he lifted and flipped me over so I was facing him. I felt his hand put pressure on my wound and I groaned again. 

“I know, Y/N, just hang in there.” He said. They rushed me to the car and Mom got in the back with me and she locked Henry in so he couldn’t really see me. Mom gripped my hand and she had tears in her eyes. 

“I’ll be fine, Mom.” I said and she nodded. 

“I know sweetie, you’re so strong.” She said and I smiled. 

Once we got me to the hospital the staff rushed me inside. They got me into surgery quickly. I obviously didn’t remember any of it but when I woke up my Mom, Dad, and Henry were all standing around my bed. Dad was in a hospital gown too. 

“Mom? Dad?” I groaned as I tried to sit up. 

“Hey, lay back down, you need to relax.” Mom said as she pushed me back down. 

“I’m alright, Mom.” I said as I hugged her tightly. She hugged me tighter and I felt myself struggling to breath a bit. 

“Alright Hon, let our daughter breath.” Dad said with a laugh. Mom wiped her eyes as she pulled back from me. 

“Are you alright, Dad?” I asked and he nodded with a smile. 

“I’m fine sweet heart, we gotta worry about you.” He said and I shook my head. 

“I’m fine.” I insisted. 

“Y/N, you took a bullet to the back.” He said with a frown. 

“You told me to protect Henry.” I said with a small shrug. 

“I didn’t mean risk your life.” He said and I smiled. 

“I’d do anything to protect my brother.” I said and my parents smiled. 

“Well, we’re really glad you treat him as if he’s your full brother…” Mom started and I looked at them confused. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” I asked. Dad wrapped his arm around Mom’s shoulder and pulled her closer. 

“Y/N, your Mama and I are gonna get married.” Dad said and I quickly sat up, ignoring the pain. 

“Really!?” I asked with a huge smile. 

“Y/N! You need to lay down, you’ll rip your stitches!” Mom said, trying to push me back down. I grabbed her hands and looked into her eyes. 

“You finally said yes? Will’s really gonna be my Dad now?” I asked with tears in my eyes. 

“Yes sweetie, Will is going to be your Dad for real, now lay down.” She said and I happily obliged. 

“When’s the wedding?” I asked, feeling giddy now. 

“Your Mother wants to do it Monday.” Dad answered. 

“Am I gonna be able to come?” I asked with a frown. 

“We’ll talk to the doctor and I’ll let him know we’ll have a doctor on property.” Mom said with a wink. I giggled and shook my head. 

“I’m so excited! Can I wear my light pink dress?” I asked and they just laughed. 

“Yes you can wear your pink dress.” Mom said. 

The next day Dad came to pick me up at the hospital, since Mom convinced them that I’d be fine at home. He came into my room holding a bad and my light pink dress. I looked at him confused and he just smiled at me. 

“I thought you’re getting married on Monday?” I asked and he nodded as he set the things now. 

“We were, but David overheard and we’re gonna get married in his yard. Mom thinks it’s just a party.” He said and I squealed in excitement. 

“Help me get ready?” I asked and he nodded. Dad helped me get dressed and told me I needed to take it easy tonight. The doctor gave us some crutches as a just in case, but I didn’t really think I needed to use them. Dad insisted on bringing them anyway. 

“Come on, we’re meeting your mom and Henry there.” Dad said and I nodded. He helped me in the car and we were off. 

When we pulled up to David’s house I was so excited! I couldn’t believe my Mom was getting married to someone who actually liked and cared about me too. It’s all the two of us ever wanted. I got out and rushed over to my mom. I hugged her tightly and she laughed. 

“Well you’re feeling better.” She said and I smiled up at her. 

“I am! Look what Dad brought me to wear.” I said and did a spin. 

“I thought you wanted to wear that tomorrow.” She frowned and I nodded. 

“I still can, but this way the whole team can see how pretty I am.” I joked and she shook her head with a laugh. 

“Y/N, the doctor said to take it easy.” Dad said coming up to us. 

“I am.” I said and he shook his head. 

“Running to your Mama is not taking it easy. Don’t make me make you use the crutches.” He said and I groaned. 

“Okay, I’ll be good, promise!” I said and both my parents laughed. 

“Come on, let’s go inside.” Mom said and we all held hands. We walked inside and into the backyard. 

“Hey.” Mom said when she saw David. 

“Someone knows how to throw a party. You don’t mess around.” Mom said as she gave him a hug. 

“What can I tell ya? I’m the host with the most.” He said as he hugged her back. 

“No kidding.” Mom laughed as she pulled back. 

“Hey, look who’s here.” David said and Grandma walked up next to him. 

“Mom?” Mom asked and Grandma just smiled. 

“Okay, what’s-what’s going on?” Mom asked Dad. 

“Well we couldn’t get married without your Mama.” He answered. 

“I might’ve overheard a proposal yesterday?” David said. 

“And I couldn’t wait till Monday.” Dad said. 

“Okay so this is why you guys are so dressed up, huh?” Mom asked as she looked at me and Henry. 

“Yes and you will be too. I brought something borrowed.” Grandma said, holding up a wedding dress. 

“Mom, is that your dress?” Mom asked. 

“It is, let’s go see if it still fits.” Grandma said. 

“Can I help?” I asked and Grandma smiled at me. 

“Of course!” She said and gently pulled me along. 

Grandma and I helped Mom get into the dress and I was so excited. She looked absolutely beautiful. I’ve always wanted this for my Mom and I literally couldn’t be happier for her. 

“Mom you look so pretty.” I said and she smiled with happy tears in her eyes. 

“Thank you Sweetie.” She said and kissed my head. Once everything was ready Mom, Grandma, and Myself were walking downstairs and out the back door. Dad stood there with Henry at the alter with a man there to marry them. Grandma let go of Mom when we reached the front and I went to as well, but Mom stopped me. She pulled me up with her and I stood right by her as she married my now official Dad. I cried when they kissed and hugged them both tightly. I finally had a full family. 

We all sat down to eat and everyone was talking among themselves. I sat next to Henry and Jack, who I was so excited to see. The three of us were all talking and slightly playing pretend. I was about nine years older than Jack and eleven years older than my brother, but I loved spending time with them. Dad clinked his glass to gain everyone’s attention and stood up. Everyone looked over to him and he smiled. 

“I’d like to thank everyone for being with us tonight and sharing in our special day.” He started and smiled down at Mom, who was holding his other hand. 

“But I still have one more surprise for my two very special girls.” He said. Mom and I both looked at him confused and he motioned for me to come over to him. I stood up and walked next to him. 

“Y/N, I know you care for your Mama a lot and I’m so glad you gave us your blessin’ before we even had to ask.” He said and everyone chuckled. 

“But I’d like to make everything more official and ask you and your Mama if it’d be alright if I officially became your Daddy and adopted you.” He said and I gasped with tears in my eyes. 

“R-Really?” I asked and looked between them. 

“Yes really. You’re Mama and I have been talkin’ about it for some time now and I said if we ever got married I’d like to adopt you as my own.” He said and I hugged him tightly. 

“Yes! Yes! A million times yes!” I cried, not able to hold in my tears. Dad wrapped his arms around me and gently squeezed me. 

“We already started the paperwork incase this day ever came, so we just gotta get a court date and make it offical.” Mom said, standing up. I turned around and hugged her tightly, not realizing I was crying into her dress. 

“Thank you, Mom!” I cried and she gently rubbed my back. Dad wrapped us both in a hug and kissed my head. 

“Why is Y/N/N crying?” Henry asked and Dad went and picked him up. 

“They’re happy tears, buddy.” He said and I pulled back to smile at him and wipe my eyes. 

“Very happy tears.” I said and everyone chuckled. This was not only my Mom’s perfect day, it was mine too.

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Can I request a soulmate! au one, where Emily is the reader's soulmate and the reader is a single parent to a small girl (maybe abt 4)

And the rest of the team is the reader's platonic soulmates but she didn't know cause she thought she doesn't have soulmate she just think that they are protective by nature

The reader's completely oblivious abt the whole thing

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | Emily Prentiss x fem soulmate!reader

Warning(s): nothing :)

Word count: 729

Characters: Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, David Rossi, Jennifer Jareau, Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Jack Hotchner, Henry LaMontagne

Summary: After thinking you're the exception to finding a soulmate, you meet yours, Emily Prentiss, after a mix-up. Shortly after, you find your platonic soulmates.

A/N: I actually didn't know about soulmate au's until this request, so I had to do a little bit of research to learn about it! Hope this short but sweet fic satisfies your request and as always, thank you sm for sending one! <3

For years the world had been so dull. You knew everyone was destined for a soulmate, but it felt as if you were the exception. You couldn't help but be jealous of those couples who were destined to be together, living so blissfully joyful. There had been someone you had thought had been the one for you, but he faded off, leaving you to raise your now four-year-old daughter alone.

Though the world was dull, and days tended to be lonely, your daughter Adalyne was the light of your life. Raising her was hard on your own, but by now you were used to it. You were unsure anyone would ever come into your life now that you were a single mother, but you didn't let that deter you from trying to get out there and find your person.

Since you were a little girl, you'd dream of a dark-haired woman. She glowed so brightly and had this essence about her that felt... right. Like the missing piece to the puzzle. When you'd wake, you could never remember her face, just her hair, and her vivid aura. You never understood this reoccurring dream until Emily Prentiss stood in front of you at a coffee shop, holding your coffee cup.

It had been a mistake, seeing as she hadn't checked if her cup was the one on the left or the right. After apologizing for the mishap, you watched as she talked to your daughter in a way that made you smile so large. She had a motherly energy herself, but something in your gut verified that she wasn't. As she introduced herself, the two of you shook hands, and that's when you knew.

It had been like the world exploded with light, colors intensifying on every surface around; the realization that the woman in front of you was your soulmate was overwhelming, leaving you short of breath as your hands remained clasped together. Both your guys' eyes were wide as your lips laid agape, and the woman from your dream now had a face- that woman was in front of you. "It's you-" You breathed, trying to catch your breath as every emotion intensified. "You're my soulmate." A smile spread across both of your faces as the love sparking between you only grew, as had the light in the world. Adalyne had loved her in an instant, knowing herself that the two of you were tethered together by fate.

The two of you were married not to long after, having a beautiful ceremony. Then was when she introduced you to her team, and they had immediately taken to you. Penelope had smothered you with hugs and love, being the first to welcome you to their found family. David had been next, offering to pay for yours and Emily's honeymoon. He would become a father figure to both of you, providing a grand-father figure to Adalyne. Jennifer and Spencer came like a package, as had Derek and Aaron following. Jack, Henry, and Adalyne would have playdates all the time, usually at Rossi's home where all of you could sit back and relax after they'd come back from a case.

Quality time had been something all of you really favored, more specifically together. In your previous years, you weren't much of a people-person, needing a break after socializing with a couple people. You valued distance over anything. Now, you didn't know how you had gone through life without the 7 of them in it. Every waking moment they were free, you were with them. Whether it be one-on-ones or the whole group, being with all of them made you feel complete. Your safety and comfortability were always at the top of their lists. You thought it was just protective nature, seeing as the work they do every day was no easy task, nor was it safe. Being involved with an FBI agent automatically put you at risk, but that hadn't stopped Emily and her team from keeping you safe.

Emily loved seeing you so happy around her teammates, and it didn't take long for her to realize that they were your platonic soulmates. Having six was extremely rare, let alone one. You had been oblivious to their nature, never questioning how you'd know what they were thinking or feeling more than half the time. You just knew that they were what you were missing, and now, you were complete.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[rachaelswrites]

Hit and Run

Jennifer Jareau x daughter!reader

Based on Criminal Minds Season 7 Episodes 23 and 24 “Hit” and “Run”

Word Count: 1,678

Warnings: hostages, mentions of blood/guns

A/N: Part of the Episode series (requested) reader is 10

Today started like a normal day off. You didn’t have school so your friend and her mom were going to pick you up and take you to the mall and then the movies. Your mom also had the day off and she was spending it at home with Henry while he had a play date. After Will left, your friend arrived and you said goodbye to your mom. 

“Bye Y/n. Be good,” she said. She hugged you and kissed your forehead. 

“I will don’t worry,” you said. You hugged her back and ran out the door. JJ watched as you climbed into the back seat. She waved goodbye to you and you did the same. 

Your friend’s mom, Andrea, turned in her seat to look at you two, “I have to stop at the bank first.”

Both you and your friend nodded and turned to each other and started talking. The bank wasn’t too far from your house so the ride wasn’t bad. All three of you got out of the car and into the building. You stood in line and waited for your turn.

“Why is the line so long?” your friend complained. 

“Cause there’s a lot of people,” her mom said back, “It’s almost our turn.”

Before you could make it to the counter, a gunshot rang through the building. All three of you crouched down and tried to get away from the sound.

The three people wearing the masks had you and all the other people line up together. You heard the unsubs on the phone with law enforcement. You had hoped it was your mom. You knew she took on cases like this, but today was her day off. If the team was on this case, she may or may not be here. 

What you didn’t know is that both your mom and Will were working the case. They were right outside the building, not knowing you were inside. If either of them found out, or if the team did, they wouldn’t be able to stay. Their emotions would get the better of them. 

It felt like you had been stuck in that bank for days but it had only been a few hours. Andrea had told you and your friend to keep your eyes closed and to block out the sounds. She didn’t want either of you to see or hear anything. Despite her precautions, both of you had still heard the shots that had already killed several people. The unsubs had let most of the children go except for you two. You heard one of the unsubs on the phone, asking for the cop who shot his brother. After a few minutes the door opened. 

You opened your eyes and looked over your shoulder to see who it was. You gasped when you saw it was Will. Before you could react, the male unsub shot him in the shoulder. You shrieked and tried to get to him but you were pulled back. 

The female unsub looked to you and then to Will, then back to you, “Come here,” she said to you. You shook your head but she motioned for you anyway. You complied, not wanting to get hurt if you didn’t listen. You made your way over to her and she placed her hand on your shoulder. She led you closer to Will. Once he saw you, his eyes grew wide.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” he asked. He was holding his shoulder and you could tell he was in a lot of pain.

“We had to stop here before the mall,” you said, “Are you okay?”

Will only nodded. He was in too much pain to give you a verbal answer. The male unsub grabbed Will and pulled him to his feet. They two of them dragged you two through the bank and outside. You couldn’t keep up with the three adults so to make things go quicker, the female unsub knocked you in the head, leaving you unconscious. 

~~~~~

You felt someone gently shaking your shoulder. You opened your eyes slowly and groaned when the bright light hit you. You could just barely make out Will’s face looking concerned, “Come’on, we gotta get going,” he helped you out of the car as best as he could. His arm was still injured but he was hiding it well. You held onto him and stayed as close to him as possible. You trusted Will and trusted that he knew what he was doing. The female unsub stayed close behind the both of you.

“Play nice, like we talked about,” she said. You felt Will tense up at her words. 

“Close the gate will ya?” he asked her through gritted teeth. You knew you would have to try and hide your own emotions so no one would think anything was wrong. Henry ran up to Will and he let go of you to pick Henry up, “Hey buddy, stay with your sister while I talk to Miss Kate,” he sat Henry down and you held his hand. 

“Have you seen the news today?” your dad asked. 

“I heard but I didn’t want the kids to see it,” Kate said, “Are you working the case?”

Will nodded, “Yeah, in shifts.”

“Hi, I’m Izzy, Will’s cousin,” the female unsub, who’s name is apparently Izzy, said. She stuck her hand out for Kate to shake. 

“If you need Henry and Y/n to stay here they can,” Kate responded. 

Will looked down to you and Henry, “It’s okay. Izzy will watch them. Y/n got herself a nasty head injury today so she’s taking it easy for now.”

Kate shot you a sympathetic look, “I hope you feel better Y/n.”

You mumbled a quick thank you before Will got you, Henry, and Izzy inside. He waited until Kate was gone before he crouched down in front of you two, “Izzy is going to watch you for a little bit. Be good for her,” he hugged Henry and kissed the top of his head. When he got to you, he hugged you longer and whispered in your ear, “If anything happens, take him and hide somewhere. Everything will be okay.”

You were sure he could feel how nervous you were. You knew more of what was happening than Henry. You nodded and looked at Will, “What about my head?”

He moved some of the hair out of your face, getting a good look at the injury on your temple, “You’ll be okay. When I get back we’ll take care of it,” he hugged you and Henry one last time before leaving you alone with her. She smiled brightly at you and led both you and your brother into the kitchen. 

~~~~~

Henry was doing a great job of keeping her occupied. You could tell she was uncomfortable around kids. You were sitting across from the two of them. Your head was pounding and it was getting hard to keep your eyes open. You remember Spencer telling you at one point that if you ever had a head injury you had to stay awake. You didn’t remember why, your mind was really foggy right now. You were about to close your eyes when a sound jolted you awake.

“Stay here,” Izzy said. She got up and pulled her gun out. She left the room and you grabbed Henry. You followed Will’s instructions and hid the two of you in one of the closets.

“What are we doing?” he asked you. 

You held a finger up to your lips, “We have to be quiet Henry,” you whispered, “We’re playing hide and seek. We don’t want to be found.”

Henry nodded and kept quiet. You could hear Izzy and another person talking. You recognized the voice as your mom’s. You so badly wanted to get out of the closet and go to her but you knew you couldn’t. You heard the talking escalate and heard fighting. You pulled Henry and yourself away from the door and deeper into the closet. The darkness of the room wasn’t helping your head situation. You felt tired and started to close your eyes. You felt Henry try and shake you but you were already sleeping. 

~~~~~

Izzy was in custody now and JJ was searching the house for her kids. She heard a thump come from the closet. She walked over and cautiously opened the door. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw Henry looking up at her but concerned when she saw your figure laying on the floor. She moved you out of the closet and saw the injury on your head, “Y/n wake up. I need you to wake up for me please? Wake up for me,” she pressed her fingers to your neck, checking for a pulse. She felt one, and started shaking you lightly, “It’s me. You and Henry are okay now. Wake up.”

You still hadn’t woken up by the time the ambulance had arrived. JJ placed you on a stretcher and rode in the back with you until you arrived at the hospital. Will was already there, getting his own injury taken care of. They wheeled you straight into a CT scan. After the scan, they took you back to your room where JJ was waiting. 

“Is she okay?”

“We’re waiting for results but we think it’s a grade three concussion. She’ll need to stay for at least the night so we can monitor her,” the nurse said. She locked the bed in place and left you and your mom alone. 

After you were recovered and out of the hospital, you were all meeting at Rossi’s. You didn’t know what was going on until the ceremony started. You were so happy that your mom and Will were finally getting married. Ever since Will met your mom, he looked after you like you were his own. He didn’t care that you weren’t biologically his. You knew how happy he made your mom and you were happy he was now a part of your family.

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Can you do a Hotch imagine where they have a Christmas party with the whole bau team and they have a 2 year old daughter and jack

Love your writing by the way 💜

Haiiiii :) Thank you so much for requesting something Hotch!! I hope you enjoy it xx

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“Uncle Rossi!” Jack burst through the door of the humongous house, burrowing into the Italian man as he opened the door. Jack’s love for his adopted family made Hotch’s heart warm; ever since Haley died, his mission was to give Jack the family he deserved. “Hey kiddo! I believe my close friend Santa has left something for you under my tree” Rossi ruffled Jack’s hair, watching the boy bounce around in excitement. “Where’s Henry?” Jack asked, Uncle Dave pointing through to the living room where everyone else was gathered. Still in the doorway, Yourself and Hotch, little Charlotte in her Daddy’s arms, greeted Rossi with less enthusiasm than Jack had.

Meeting everyone with kisses and hugs in the living room, you watched as Jack and Henry obsessed over Rossi’s giant Christmas tree and how many presents were underneath. “She’s getting so big, Y/n” Emily held her hand out for Charlie to grab onto. “God, having a girl must be so awesome. I don’t know if I should risk it for a second time” JJ laughed, knowing with her luck she’d have another boy. Charlie fussed in your arms until you put her on the ground so she could chase her Brother and Cousin around.

Sitting back on the couch, Aaron’s arm around your shoulders, cozy and warm by the fireplace. Dave called the kids attention with his hands full of presents; sitting down of the ground with them, Dave gave each of the three a present each and told them to open them at the same time. Charlie, struggling to get the paper off, had Jack help her. All of them got the same thing, an art set with a traced canvas. “Mom! Mom! Look at this, can we do this at home?” Jack ran over to you, your heart filled with warmth hearing Jack call you ‘Mom’, even now after 3 years. Henry ran over to JJ and Will, showing them what his Uncle Rossi had given him. Charlotte was beside herself, stuck on the floor babbling about the puppy on the canvas. “Hey kids!” Uncle Dave called them back over, “Now when you paint the picture, you’ve got to make your parents send me a photo, okay? I want to see how great these turn out” Jack and Henry gave their Uncle a loving hug. Dave bent down to kiss the top of Charlie’s little blonde head.

Charlie finally managed to stand and stumbled on wobbly legs over to her Daddy; she showed him the puppy, a look of sheer excitement from her toothless grin. She clutched Aaron’s leg in an attempt at not falling down, landing on her bottom, nonetheless. Aaron reached down and picked Charlie up, tickling her on his lap to stop the tears in their tracks. Your daughter had become the light of his life, and Jack’s too. You remembered how lonely Jack was before his sister was born. Penelope and Emily, sitting on the other side of you, swooned over seeing Hotch be a dad. “He’s so different, since you, Y/n” Emily smiled, watching Hotch pretend to gnaw Charlie’s fingers off. “Even since Charlie was born, he’s so much more…” Penelope clicked her fingers in front of her, searching for the right word. “Fun” Emily interjected, Garcia nodding excitedly as she said it. “Those kids are his whole world” You grinned, Charlie’s infectious giggle ringing out as Aaron and her Uncle Derek tickled her furiously.

[talatomaz]

invincible | jj x fem!teen!reader

a/n: even though i knew it was going to happen, when jj was shot, i thought i had stopped breathing. i mean, i knew she wasn’t going to die, but that was not the content I needed. (also, the last time I wrote a jj fic was in September? the audacity. i need to catch up)

(feedback/positive comments are appreciated)

requested by anon: “have you watched the new criminal minds ep??? if you have, can you please write a jj x daughter fic about *that* scene. you’ll know which one i’m on about. love uuuu”

warnings: mentions of blood/loss

word count: 1.5k

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r is jj’s 19 year old adopted daughter and finds out that her mother has been shot by an unsub and is in the hospital

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“She’s been shot.”

You dropped your phone and barely heard it clatter to the ground. The muffled shouts of your name coming from the phone but you didn’t register it.

The three words were ringing in your head, as if it was the sound of a gun.

She’s been shot.

She’s been shot.

She’s been shot.

They played over in your mind as you tried to fathom what your father had just told you.

It was like any normal day, you were looking after your brothers, your adopted parents’ biological children, whilst completing one of your uni assignments. You were halfway through when you had a call from your father, not surprising considering he was probably on his lunch break.

You had answered as you always did when you stopped at the sound of his frantic voice.

After attempting to calm him down, he had told you that your mother had been shot. That then caused you to drop your phone and here you were.

“Hi, Daddy, yeah, she’s here. Y/N, your phone.” Henry said, handing you the device.

“What’s wrong?” He added, tilting his head in question.

As if just now realising that you had the two young boys in the house, you quickly wiped away your tears and cupped his cheek.

“Nothing, sweetie. My phone just slipped out of my hand. Can you do me a favour and check on Michael, please?”

When he nodded and ran off, you put the phone back against your ear.

“Y/N?”

“I’m here, Dad. I-I’m sorry. How is she?”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. She’s at the hospital with Spencer. He said she’s in surgery.” He said, his southern drawl getting more thick with each word because he knew it calmed you.

“I need to see her. I-I can get Kate to look after the boys-”

You stopped rambling when your father called your name once more.

“Hey, I’ve just messaged her. She’s coming over now and I’m almost outside the house. I’ll take you to the hospital with me.”

“Thank you. I’m scared, Daddy.” You breathed out shakily, tears forming in your eyes again.

“Me too, honey.”

                ✧── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

“Now, the doctor said she probably won’t be able to hear anything you say but it’s okay for you to see her.” Spencer reassured you.

Upon arriving at the hospital, you and your father immediately saw Spencer who brought you in for a hug before giving you both an update.

Your Mum was now out of surgery and was currently unconscious so she could recover, but, to your horror, you had found out that her heart had actually stopped.

Ironically, so did yours when you found out that piece of information.

“Where is she?”

You followed your mother’s best friend’s directions and stood in the doorway of your Mum’s room. She was laying in a hospital gown, her eyes closed, her chest rising up and down; the only noise filling the room was the rhythmic beeping of the machine reflecting her heartbeat.

You sat down on the chair beside her and held her hand in between yours. You felt a tear drop onto your hand and when one fell, you couldn’t seem to stop and you were now breaking down in her room.

You sobbed onto your joined hands, head resting against them, surely soaking the sheet beneath them.

“Please be okay.“

You repeated-more like, begged-through your tears when you were disturbed by the touch of a hand on your shoulder whom you expected to be Will.

Turning your head, wincing at the light, you realised that it was Emily standing above you.

You lifted yourself out of the chair and embraced the woman’s open arms. She wrapped them tightly around you as you continued to cry into her chest. She began to soothe you by stroking your hair and rocking you where you stood. When your cries finally stilled, turning into light sniffles, you pulled away.

“Ah, don’t apologise.” She commented, when you had opened your mouth to do just that. “How are you holding up?”

Wiping away the residual tears, you looked back at your mother’s motionless figure in the bed before making eye contact with the Unit Chief once more.

“I’m scared.” You admitted and continued speaking before Emily could interrupt, though it didn’t look like she was going to.

“When I first met her over 10 years ago, I thought she was invincible. Even more so once she adopted me but seeing her, lying there like that, I now realise that she isn’t.”

“She looks so vulnerable and I hate that because she’s meant to be the strongest person in my life. And Spence told me that her heart stopped too. God, her heart stopped. And if I lost her...I don’t know what I would do.”

Emily immediately cupped your cheek and stroked her thumb against it, calming you when you were about to break down again.

“Hey, JJ will be okay. I know she will. She may not be invincible but you are right. She is strong. So strong. She will fight for Will, for Henry and Michael. And for you too. Because you are as much her family as the boys. So believe me when I tell you that she will be okay.”

When Emily responded, it was with such fervour that you couldn’t help but believe her when she said that your mother would be okay.

                ✧── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

“Not too much!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at your brother repeating what JJ had said.

You let out a sigh of relief because she was now awake again. Talking, smiling, crying. But she was awake. Which was the best thing you could have hoped for.

Garcia and Will had just decided to take the boys for some ice cream so you could have some time alone with her which you appreciated.

Once they were gone, your mother tapped the empty space on the bed so you walked up and lay beside her, head resting on her chest.

She wrapped her arm around you and tenderly kissed your head.

“I’m glad you’re okay, Mum.”

“Me too, baby.”

A silence took over the room for a few minutes before you began to speak once more.

“You scared me. I thought I had lost you. When Dad told me, I thought I was going to drop right then and there.”

“I’m so sorry, baby.” She paused momentarily causing you to remove yourself from her and sit up next to her.

“I-I heard what you said to Emily.” She continued, her eyes watering. “No, let me finish,” she said when you opened your mouth.

“I am so sorry that you felt like that. It broke my heart to hear you say those words. I have tried to be invincible for you. I have tried. But this time, I wasn’t. And I almost died because of it. And the thought of losing you, Will and the boys, that scared me the most. Because I love you all so much that it hurts.”

You began to cry when the tears fell down your mother’s face and she raised her hand to wipe them away and gingerly pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Don’t cry, baby. I’m here, okay? I’m alive.”

“I was just so scared.” Your voice wavered as tears continued to fall.

“I know, baby. I know.” She brought her arm around you once more, allowing you to rest your head against her neck and cuddle up beside her.

You interlocked your hands with hers and brought them to your lips.

“Don’t leave me. You’re all I have left in this world, Mum.” You whispered, barely loud enough for JJ to hear but she did.

“I couldn’t leave you with the boys. Not when they already outnumber us.” She replied making you laugh in surprise which was her intention.

Soon enough, you were both laughing and your heart felt a little lighter. When the two of you quietened, you found yourself listening to the sound of your mother’s heartbeat. As silly as it sounded, it was reassurance that she was alive and had survived.

JJ also seemed to pick up on that, her being the seasoned profiler that she was, and spoke softly, “I know you know that my heart stopped but it didn’t really. Because you are my heart, y/n. You, Will and the boys. But you hold a special place in my heart.”

Her words brought tears to your eyes again, “I love you, Mum.”

“I love you too, baby.”

Yes, she had been shot.

But she was alive.

Hell, she was invincible in her own way.

[reidscanehand]

A Little Bit More

A Merry RCH Christmas 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAUfem!Reader

Category: Fluff

TW: cursing

This request: “Christmas request for Spencer Reid and how he celebrates the holiday with his wife and kids and the BAU family :)” gave me an excuse to write a Christmas fic in the I Would Never Fall Unless It’s You I Fall Into universe. Just to clarify the timeline: I Would Never Fall takes place from July to September, Unless It’s You I Fall Into takes place from late September to early December, Made You Look falls in late November (just after Thanksgiving), and the wedding party held by Rossi is the week before Christmas. Their daughter, Eden, is born in August of the next year, and this takes place the December after she’s born. Which, really, just means that I can write mindless Christmas fluff. I hope you like it! xx 

~"Christmas now surrounds us, Happiness is everywhere. Our hands are busy with many tasks as carols fill the air." - Shirley Sallay ~

It was insane. You knew it would be, but, to say it was an absolute mad house would be an understatement. 

Or, at least, it would be to Spencer. You could tell he’d been nervous all week, a hectic energy bubbling underneath the surface of your normally calm and collected husband. In fact, he’s been in a rather snappy mood all day, still trying to get the house ready for the party of more than 10 people about to descend upon their house for Christmas Day. The only people not coming from the BAU alumni were Elle, Matt, Kristy, and all their kids, Alex and James, and Kate Callahan and her family, plus Tara, who was celebrating with her own family. Everyone else, it seemed, would make the trip to the lake house you and Spencer called home. 

“Honey,” you call from the kitchen, hoping he’ll hear you. He’s been cleaning for hours, though, in fairness, the size of the home gives him plenty to clean, and he’s been focused on the basement living room and the two bedrooms that are down there since this morning. The house Derek managed to procure for the two of you is rather large, really. ‘Rather large’ is an understatement as it is relatively enormous. Six bedrooms, seven bathrooms, two living rooms, a huge kitchen and dining area left the both of you flabbergasted and also made the Reid home the perfect option to celebrate Christmas with the BAU. 

The idea had started quietly enough with Derek asking if they’d be interested in hosting a little Christmas day get together. He and Savannah had originally offered to host, but the addition of Jack and Hotch, as well as the Jareau-LaMontagne clan meant that their house was too small for such an event. After a quick discussion, the two of you had decided that hosting would be great fun. After all, you’d hosted your own wedding party and that had gone well, right?

There’s a difference between hosting an event with a wedding planner like David Rossi and being in charge of an event yourselves. Between you and Spence, and splitting time between cleaning, prepping bedrooms for the guests that were staying overnight, and handling your nearly five month old, Eden, has exhausted the two of you to no end. Thus his snappy attitude this morning. 

“Just a second,” Spencer calls in response. Two seconds later, you hear a muffled ‘fuck’ as Spencer drops something. He groans and mutters something to himself, then rushes up the stairs and into the kitchen. “What’s going on?”

You slide the plate in front of you over to him without speaking. 

“A sandwich?” he asks, staring at the plate. He looks up at you in confusion and then back down at the plate. “Y/N?”

“You haven’t eaten yet today,” you state simply, “and your mood will improve if you have something in your stomach.”

Spencer doesn’t say anything, so you fill the silence by feeding your little girl some banana. You look up and see Spencer still staring at you, a small smile playing on his lips. 

“You made me a PB&J?” he asks quietly. He steps around the counter to where you and Eden are, but keeps his distance. 

You stare at him in confusion for a moment, worried you’ve gone a step too far or something, “Well, I...I mean, yeah? You need to eat something and...and I know you’re not exactly in the mood to-” 

You’re cut off by his lips slotting over yours. Eden giggles in delight as you kiss him back, passionately, but briefly. You finally pull away, still wrapped in his arms. 

He leans over and gives Eden a quick kiss on the forehead, “Daddy owes Mommy an apology, doesn’t he, my brilliant girl?” 

Eden does, indeed, babble as though she’s agreeing with Spencer, and it wouldn’t surprise you if she was. Spencer grins and turns back to you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, “I’m sorry that I’ve been in such a weird mood.”

“Honey, I wasn’t-I mean, I appreciate the apology, but I genuinely just wanted you to eat-”

“No, I know,” Spencer cuts you off again, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “That’s why I’m even more sorry.”

“Spencer, that doesn’t make any sense,” you whisper, still confused. 

“It does,” he disagrees. “Because even though you’re mad at me, you’re still making sure that I’m okay. And I don’t...I don’t know quite what I did to deserve someone as wonderful as you, you know?”

“We don’t earn love, darling,” you whisper, finally understanding. “Love just...is, you know? And I do believe I promised you that, no matter what, I’m yours. And you promised the same to me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Spencer smiles, a couple of tears running down his cheeks. Eden babbles again and Spencer’s smile deepens. He reaches out and gives her his hand, ridiculously large in front of your baby girl, who fiercely grabs hold of his thumb. “I am sorry, though, for being in a weird mood.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” you assure him, burshing the few tears away and pushing his hair out of his eyes. 

“It’s just...we’ve got what? A million people coming to our house,” he says vaguely, still focused on Eden. 

“Something like that,” you giggle. Spencer smiles thinly, still playing with Eden, who shoves the tip of his finger into her little mouth. 

“I think,” you begin quietly, “you’re nervous for them all to see what you’ve been up to since you left. And that’s why you’re trying to make everything perfect so that no one can pick at anything. Am I right or completely off the mark?”

Spencer’s quiet for a moment and then looks at you, “What if they’re...disappointed in me?”

“Sweetheart,” you cup his face in your hands, gently pushing him to look at you. The arm around your waist tightens and he flexes the hand at your hip nervously. 

“No one,” you continue, “could ever be disappointed in you. You left the BAU because it wasn’t making you happy anymore, right?”

“Right,” he agrees quietly. Eden babbles, too, for good measure, causing you both to smile a bit more. 

“Then that’s it,” you assure him. “No other explanation is necessary. These people, every single one of them, are your family. They love you and want nothing more than for you to be happy. And none of them will ever be disappointed as long as you’re happy.”

“Okay,” he whispers, pulling his hand away from Eden as she releases his fingers, falling asleep in her booster seat. He wipes his hand on his jeans before wrapping his other arm around you. 

“Are you happy, darling?” you ask quietly, rubbing your thumbs idly along his jawline. 

Spencer’s eyes widen slightly and his grip tightens on your waist. He leans down, pressing another kiss to your lips quickly before pulling away, a huge grin on his face, “Never moreso, my darling.”

~~~

You were right, of course. You always are and Spencer would think that his genius mind would be able to recognize that fact after the year you’ve been together, and, even moreso after the two years he’d been in love with you prior to that. 

When Emily, Luke, Penelope, Hotch, Jack, David, JJ, Will, Henry, and Michael, Derek, Savannah, and Hank all descend upon the Reid home on Christmas day, there is nothing but absolute delight. Delight at the huge Christmas tree, even more delight at finding out Spencer had cut it down himself. Delight at the delicious food you’d prepared. Delight at how adorable Eden is for her first Christmas. Just delight and joy, and nothing else. 

The whole day feels a bit like a dream to Spencer. In fact, it’s all a bit overwhelming. For you, especially. You end up having to breast feed Eden in the middle of the morning, which was not the original plan. Spencer senses your concern and swiftly shifts the morning. 

“Let’s eat breakfast before we open gifts,” he suggests. “Just mingle for a bit. The kids can open their stockings, maybe?”

Everyone heartily agrees, digging into the French toast casserole and eggs and bacon you’d made as you send him a quick, but heartfelt ‘thank you’ and press a kiss to his temple before running Eden to the nursery and feeding her. When she’s fed and down for her morning nap, you return looking much less stressed out. The rest of the day continues far more calmly and by the time you get to lunch, everyone is having the absolute time of their lives. Hank and Eden are both down for afternoon naps and the adults are all enjoying at least their third mimosa each. 

“I have to say, Spencer,” JJ says, sitting up a little in her seat at the adult table. The kids’ table had sort of dissolved into the three boys running around and playing with Jack’s new Lego set. “This is the loveliest Christmas we’ve had in a while.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Will confers, wrapping his arm around JJ.

“The food has been absolutely divine, bella,” Rossi compliments you, taking another bite of the beef wellington you’d made for lunch. 

“The food, the decorations, the everything!” Penelope exclaims from where she’s sitting next to Luke. “It’s just...ugh, it’s just magical every time I get to come here.”

“Truly,” Luke agrees, “it’s an absolute paradise out here, you guys.”

“Aw, thanks, everyone,” Spencer says, a little overwhelmed by the love. 

“It’s pretty remarkable, Pretty Boy,” Derek sniffles a little, “to get to see you this happy.”

“Yeah,” Hotch agrees, “I wish retirement treated me this well.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” you insist. You’d never worked with Hotch, but the two of you, much to Spencer’s delight, get on like a house on fire. 

“I’m not,” Hotch laughs, “it’s just...it feels like a Christmas miracle to see Reid this peaceful.”

Spencer swears he could cry, but he swallows back the emotion and smiles, “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.” 

You take his hand under the table and he squeezes it, knowing you can tell that he’s admitting you were right.

~~~

The Hotchners take the upstairs guest bedroom, the Morgans take the room across from it. Penelope and Luke take the fold out couch in the living room, Emily takes the fold out couch in the basement living room, and the Jareaus split the other two bedrooms downstairs. Rossi calls a cab home, insisting and agreeing to come back the next morning for after Christmas Day brunch, and Eden is peacefully sleeping in her nursery. 

It’s been a long and truly exhausting, but extremely happy day. The two of you lay in your bed, almost too exhausted to speak. Outside, glistening in the pretty Christmas lights you and Spencer had put on the house, it begins to snow and Spencer pulls you closer to him. 

“Did you get everything you wanted for Christmas this year, darling?” you whisper sleepily, tucking your head into his chest. 

Spencer looks down at you, then out at the picturesque snow. He thinks about the peaceful house around him full of your friends- your found family. He hears the gentle noises of his peacefully sleeping daughter through the monitor next to your bed. He tightens his arms around you a bit more, nearly falling asleep to the lullaby of your delicate breathing.

“Everything,” he replies, not thinking of the gifts he’d received at all, “absolutely everything.”

~ “Maybe Christmas perhaps means a little bit more.” - Dr. Seuss ~

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Introvert meets Extrovert

(A/N): This was requested by an anon. I hope you enjoy it, Sweetheart :)

Summary: How does life for Spencer look like with an extremely extroverted baby?

Warnings: mentions of drinking alcohol

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To Spencer, it was always clear as day that a child doesn’t inherit all, or even specific, character traits of their parents. After all it’s a complete new human being, not a shift+c shift+v programme line. Still, some things come out as a shock to him, now being the father to a one year old baby.

“Baby, are you excited to go to Auntie JJ’s for Henry’s birthday party? She told me at work that Micheal is thrilled to play with you again!” Spencer talks to his daughter and kicks her legs in the air to get a laugh out of her while changing her diaper. Even though they are in the middle of potty training and he already packed an extra set of clothes for her in case (Y/N) throws an (admittedly understandable) fit about wearing a diaper in the day, he wants to prevent any incidents and meltdowns because of wet clothes. After all, he still has to get her to go to the toilet and sit her down, because she may feel the need, but postpone it when she is busy playing.

“Yes”, she giggles and puts her balled fists into her mouth. Spencer smiles, adoration written all over his face. The bliss of moments like these remind him that the struggles he went through and will go through are all worth it. Worth to see her smile, hear her laugh, listen to her proclamation of love between baby gibberish.

The father puts a pair of her playpants on, which is essentially a pair of leggings that already has a few holes and various stains on them. It won’t be a problem if they get dirtier, he will just throw them out after this day. It’s not like his baby girl doesn’t have enough clothes, especially with Penelope Garcia as an aunt and Emily Prentiss as a godmother. You may not believe this, but going shopping for baby/toddler articles brings the agent more fun than she dares to admit.

Not long after putting (Y/N)’s last sock on, the small family is on their way to the party. Spencer tries to manage his way through the subway station with his little one in one arm and pushing a stroller at the same time. Somehow he gets onto a train without causing any altercations and sits down on a bank with a sigh. He puts (Y/N) back into her stroller and straps her in. Despite her age she can be a wiggly monster and when her father isn’t paying attention for a few seconds she may sit right next to him. It has to be some kind of magic.

“Ok Sweetheart. We are riding this train for five stations. Do you want your book for entertainment?” Excitedly the baby claps and makes happy noises. Smiling at her antics, Spencer fishes a child book from his satchel and puts it on the table attached to the stroller before cracking his own open.

While getting lost in it, little (Y/N) takes a look around and sees a few people throwing her smiley faces. Audience, that’s good. In a semi dramatic fashion she tries to clear her throat, just like the people who held these big speeches her father took her with him. Then she opens the book and begins to “read” it. In reality it’s just a bit of baby gibberish with a few short sentences the girl memorized from Spencer reading it over and over again to her. What can she say, it’s her favorite book.

“Excuse me”, a nice looking lady interrupts Spencer’s continuous page turning, “This little one of yours really is such a sweetheart. I’m sure she got that outgoing personality from her momma.” The father throws a glance towards his daughter, spotting her being the entertainer she is since day one.

He smiles at the mention of her mother. “Not really, nobody knows where she got that. Nonetheless, it brightens my day.” After a look at the sign that shows the next stops, he gives the woman an apologetic look. “I’m really sorry to cut this short, but we have to get off now.” She assures him that it’s fine and compliments his parenting before the train stops and Spencer maneuvers the stroller off.

On their way to the Jareau-LaMontagne house (Y/N) keeps herself entertained by singing rather loudly songs her babysitter taught her. Her father kind of ducks away under all of the “aaaws” and loving glances he gets. Getting this kind of attention is not something he enjoys, but endures because his daughter loves it.

Finally they arrive and the birthday party is in full swing. Spencer gets her out of the stroller and puts (Y/N) down at the first patch of grass. Immediately she crawls up to Micheal, while her father greets JJ, Will and the rest of his colleagues.

“Hello (Y/N)”, Emily gushes, kneeling down to be more on the same eye level with her goddaughter. “You got sooo big, can you please stop growing,” She throws the baby a dirty look, who squeals and goes up to her aunt. Of course the agent picks the child up and the little one strikes up a conversation out of baby gibberish and a few actual words while playing with her raven black hair.

Against everyone’s beliefs, Emily really is interested in what (Y/N) has to say, even though she doesn’t understand half the things. Still, she tries to engage in the conversation (Spencer also appreciates it, because it’s improving her speaking skills).

While all the kids, Henry and his friends as well as the two babies/toddlers, play, the adults prepare dinner and talk about the things that happened recently. Especially their children’s (or godchildren’s) milestones are swept between them and gushed at.

“I don’t know where she got it,” Spencer starts and tells the story of his daughter being an entertainer for everyone on the train. It’s always a good laugh around them hearing about the youngest Reid and her extrovertness.

“Maybe she was swapped at the hospital?” Derek muses before taking a sip from his beer. Another laugh. “That’s not possible”, Rossi counters, “Boy Genius over there watched her the whole time like a hawk. There is no chance she was mistaken. He was there every step the doctors took with that girl in their arms outside the room.”

“Also, she has so many of his character traits, there is no use in denying her, Reid”, Hotch says with his signature Small-Smile. Spencer laughs, knowing that his friends are right. “You know, something like that doesn’t have to be passed down genetically. It’s just how some kids are and I think it suits her. It makes (Y/N) (Y/N).”

Just as he ends his sentence, he spots his child playing with some of Henry’s friends, despite their age difference. This makes the father smile.

They may be two ends of the same stick, but that’s ok. Not everybody is the same and it makes them love each other even more.

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Series Summary: After being arrested, Spencer Reid desperately tries to get back home to his daughter, Camellia, who was placed into foster care in your home.

Pairing: Single!Dad!Spencer x Foster!Mom!Reader

Content/Warnings: swearing, mentions of mother abandonment

Word Count: 1.5k

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Chapter 4

“You have a call from an inmate at the Washington D.C. Correctional Facility. To accept these charges, please press 1. To decline-,” you punched in the 1.

“Hey Spencer,” you greeted him.

“How did you know it was me?” he grinned.

“There’s not too many prisoners calling me, believe it or not,” you teased.

“I was calling to see if you could do me a big favor,” he spoke.

“What’s up?”

“My lawyer has told me that JJ told her my mom isn’t doing so well. She’s in a facility for her schizophrenia and Alzheimer’s,” he informed you.

“How can I help?” you asked.

“Could you bring Callie to go see her? I really think a familiar face could do a lot of good for her.”

“Of course, I’m 5 minutes away from her school. We can head right over,” you stated.

“Thank you so so much. Also, she doesn’t know I’m in prison so tell Callie just to tell her I’m away on a case. She’s in a fragile condition so it’s best to just say yes to everything she asks,” Spencer explained.

“Will do. If you are able to stay on the line for a few more minutes, you can say hi to Callie,” you told him.

“I was the last in line so I should be able to. I’ve got 6 minutes left,” Spencer said.

A bit of an awkward silence filled your car.

“So…are there any more injuries I need to attend to before work tomorrow?” you asked.

“No, I’ve got some help,” Spencer spoke vaguely.

“Okay, that’s good, I guess,” you pulled the car to a stop as Callie hopped in the passenger seat, “Your dad is on the phone, Callie.”

“Hi Dad!” she greeted.

“Hey sweetheart. How’s it going?” he asked.

“Really good. At soccer practice today, Coach told me I’m going to be a starter next game,” she beamed.

“That’s amazing! I wish I could be there to see it,” Spencer frowned slightly.

“Which is why I bought a camcorder so I can record the whole game for you to watch later as well as other things you may be sad to miss,” you said.

“Y/N, as much as I appreciate all you do for us, you need to stop spending so much money. I feel bad, I’ll reimburse you as soon as I’m out.”

“Spencer, I’m a doctor who rarely goes out and my closest friend is a cat. I have some money to spare,” you assured him.

“Why are you going left here?” Callie asked as you made a turn that wasn’t on your usual route home.

“Your dad wants you to visit your Grandma,” you replied.

“Callie, she just needs a familiar face so talk to her about your new school, soccer, anything but me going to jail,” Spencer explained, “Okay, I have 30 seconds left. Bye, love you, sweetheart!”

“Bye, Dad! Love you too!”

“Stay safe!” you added.

-

You walked up to the receptionist's desk with Callie, “Hi, she’s here to see Diana Reid.”

“Hi Callie, long time no see! No Dr. Reid today?” she asked.

“No, he’s away on a case,” you smiled politely.

“Callie, she’s in her room, dear,” the receptionist directed you down the hall.

Once you were outside the door, you stopped, “I’ll wait out here. Remember, your dad is on a long case. You are staying with the LaMontagne’s. And just agree with the stuff she says to not upset her,” you reminded Callie, “I’ll be right out here when you’re done.”

Before you had a chance to sit down in the waiting room, the door swung open.

“Grandma!” Callie exclaimed.

“My dear Callie,” she hugged her.

She looked up at you, “Is this who I think it is?”

You thought back to Spencer’s words.

She’s in a fragile condition so it’s best to just say yes to everything she asks.

“Um yes?” you answered.

“Callie’s mom! Oh my! I haven’t seen you in ages. I forgot what you even looked like, I remembered you differently. Forgive me, dear, could you remind me of your name?” she asked.

You looked to Callie for help but she looked just as confused as you and shrugged. She must not know either.

“Y/N,” you extended your hand for her to shake.

“What a beautiful name,” she smiled, “Come in! Come in!”

“So Callie, how has my favorite granddaughter been?” she asked.

“I’m your only grandchild, Grandma,” Callie playfully rolled her eyes, “I’ve been really well! Y/N-I mean Mom actually got me into a better school and I’ve been keeping busy with soccer and clubs and hanging out with friends.”

“That’s wonderful to hear! Y/N, how are you doing?” she turned to you.

Shit. What the fuck were you supposed to say?

“I’ve been well,” you simply stated with a nervous smile.

“Are you and Spencer dating again?”

I suppose you had to agree to this too.

“Yes, we are,” you nodded.

“Well, I hope you are back for good this time,” she stated.

That seemed kind of back-handed but maybe deserved, you didn’t know Callie’s mom’s backstory. You just continued to nervously smile through the rest of the visit as Callie caught up with her grandma.

-

“Well that was awkward,” you sighed as you got back into the car after the visit, “I need a milkshake.”

Callie was silent all the way to the drive-thru and as you ordered two large chocolate milkshakes and fries.

Finally, she spoke as you parked the car in the parking lot to eat, “I mean you’re more of a mom to me than my own mom. Dad never really told me much about her. She must have left when I was a baby because I don’t remember her at all.”

“I’m sure your dad has his reasons for not telling you but you must know that her leaving wasn’t your fault at all,” you told her.

“Who would leave a baby and my dad?” she teared up.

“I don’t know, honey,” you pulled her in for a hug, “It was her loss though whoever she is because she didn’t get to see what an amazing girl you have become.”

-

“Reid, visitor,” the guard called out.

Please let it be Callie and or Y/N, Spencer prayed.

He needed a ray of sunshine in his otherwise completely dark week. He didn’t want it to be the team or his lawyer asking if he remembered anything else because he didn’t. He couldn’t.

He slumped out of bed and let the guard cuff him on the way to the visitor room. His pace quickened when he saw you waiting there for him, just as beautiful as always.

You smiled at first when you saw him but it morphed into a frown when you saw fresh bruises forming.

“Spencer, I thought you said you had help,” you whispered.

“Apparently not all of the time,” he mumbled.

You bit your bottom lip worriedly, “Well, I brought my med kit.”

You got up and started to inspect his face.

“How did the visit with my mom go?” he asked.

“Good, I guess,” you replied.

“You guess?”

“She saw me before I went to the waiting room. I said yes to everything she said but that included her thinking that I was Callie’s mom and that we were dating,” you grimaced.

Spencer sighed, “Oh god.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know what to do,” you apologized.

“No, no, it’s not your fault. You were just doing what was told. Did Callie have questions?”

You nodded.

Spencer ran his hands through his hair, “I knew this day would come but I’m still not prepared. I just avoid thinking about it at all costs.”

“Do you want to talk to me about it and maybe I can help you put the right words together,” you offered.

“Um okay, her name was Austin. I met her on a case. She was a bartender. We were long distance for a bit. She got pregnant early on in the relationship. We decided to try to make it work. She moved in with me in D.C. and had Callie. When Callie was about 4 months old, she got overwhelmed and just left…just like that. I went to the park with Callie and came back to find all of her things gone and a note that just said ‘sorry’. I haven’t heard from her since. We were trying to force a happy ending that wasn’t there,” Spencer finished.

“Well lucky for Callie, she has one amazing dad and that is more than enough,” you reassured him.

“And a pretty kick ass foster mom,” Spencer smiled.

“I try my best,” you grinned.

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Rating: T+

Pairing: Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x Reader

Words: 1380

Warnings: A little angst but mainly fluff...

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You slowly opened your eyes when your hand met the cool sheets on the other side of the bed. The side that Frankie, Ava, or both, normally slept on was completely empty. You’d known your husband was going through a hard time for the last two weeks. After being laid off Frankie had hit a low that you had never seen, and instead of talking to you about it like you both always had done, he internalized and carried on like nothing was wrong…Until he thought no one was watching. 

He’d really started to worry you when what was supposed to be a quick trip to the store turned into two hours. When it happened a third time, it had caused more than one whispered argument between the two of you locked away in the laundry room, away from your curious daughter. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Frankie, you did with your whole heart, you were just scared that he’d turned back to drugs because he’d turned away from you. You hated that that’s where your imagination jumped to, but when he stopped confiding in you, you feared the worst.

When you finally got the courage to bring that up to him, you were surprised that he wasn’t angry at the accusations. He’s just pulled you to him and buried his face in your neck as he whispered out apology after apology. 

“Hermosa, I’m so fucking sorry you thought I… baby I would never. I would never do that to you or the kids,” he’d whispered. “Please believe me. I never want to be that man again.”

The two of you had clung to each other until there was a quiet knock on the door and a little muffled voice asking what you guys were doing in there. You broke away from him teary eyed and watched him wipe away his own tears as you cleared your throat so you could answer your daughter. 

A rustling sound from the baby monitor brought you back to the present and you rolled over, and waited quietly in case the movement meant Nicolás was waking up. When nothing else came through the monitor, you got out of bed, putting on your robe as you walked across the hall to check on the baby. If Frankie wasn’t there, you’d check Ava’s room to see if maybe he was with her.

When you reached the hall you heard soft music playing downstairs. You peaked into Nicolás’ room to make sure he was okay, which he was, but then curiosity won and you headed downstairs. You stopped short at the bottom stair at the sight in front of you, your heart melting as you took it all in. In the open space in your living room were Frankie and Ava, with Flex and Marvin on their respective couch and chair watching the two. Frankie was holding Ava close, with her little arms wrapped around his neck and her head laying on his shoulder as he swayed back and forth to the beat of the music.

You were about to turn and go back upstairs, not wanting to intrude on this beautiful moment between father and daughter, but then he noticed you. Your eyes met and a slow smile spread across his face. 

He mouthed ‘bad dream’ and you nodded before padding over to them. When he could reach you he cupped the back of your neck and pulled you close enough so he could press his lips to yours. As he broke the kiss he dropped his hand to your lower back and held you to him, bringing you into the slow dance with them. 

You wrapped one arm around his back as you laid your head on his free shoulder, your other hand went to Ava’s back. You stayed like that, even when the song came to a close and another came on. But when you heard the lyrics you held onto Frankie a little tighter. In his raspy voice, Ray Lamontagne started singing about how hard life can get and how it feels like you can’t do anything right, and right then you knew that was exactly how Frankie had been feeling.

You lifted your head and met Frankie’s eyes, and your heart broke at the pain in his eyes. You cupped his cheek, bringing your foreheads together and nodded against him. “I know, baby. It’s going to be okay,” you assured him in a whisper. “I promise.”

He nodded against you, eyes closed as his grip on you tightened. It hurt you to see how hard he was fighting to believe that. You wanted to fix it, you just didn’t know how other than to just be there for him until he found something else. 

When Ava shifted you realized just how close you’d gotten to squishing her and took a slight step back. Frankie seemed to realize it too and smiled at you. “I’m just gonna…” He trailed off and tilted his head in the direction of the stairs. You nodded and with a kiss to your forehead he took Ava up to her room, Flex and Marvin following behind him slowly. 

It didn’t take long for him to join you back downstairs once he realized you hadn’t followed him up to bed. He gave you a wink as he placed the baby monitor on the coffee table and then sat beside you. You turned to face him and placed your legs over his as his arm curled around you. The two of you didn’t say anything for a few minutes, just soaking up each other in the moment of quiet that was quite the rare occasion in your home. 

“Just say it, hermosa,” Frankie finally said quietly, breaking the silence.

You took another moment, searching his eyes before you reached out to cup his scruffy cheek. “I meant what I said before. It is going to be okay. And maybe we could look at this like a blessing,” you started, holding out a hand when he gave you a look like you were losing it. “Baby, you get to spend all this time with the kids now and not have to power through it because you just got done working a double but you still want to play with them before you crash, only to do it all over again the next day.” You took a quick breath and continued. “We’ve got enough saved now that you don’t have to rush into something you don’t want to do and even if we have to dip into the kids…”

“I’ll have another job before then,” Frankie interrupted. “And I know it’s going to be okay, it’s just… a huge blow to my ego.” He shrugged a little, but leaned into your hand. 

“I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t come to me,” you whispered, scooting closer to him. “I never meant…”

“It wasn’t you, mi sol, it was me. All me.” He lifted his free hand, curling it around your neck to bring your foreheads together. “I’m sorry, I made you feel like I was cutting you out. It had just been a long time since I’d felt that low, but I don’t ever want to make you feel like that.”

You nodded against him, scratching at the scruff on his cheek. “I know, baby, and we’re okay. As long as we keep talking, we’re okay.” You leaned in a little more to press your lips to his but just as they made contact a little whimper came through the baby monitor.

Your laugh effectively broke the already short kiss and then you met each other's eyes. “I’ll get him, he’s probably hungry anyway,” you said, carefully extracting yourself from him. Once you were standing you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead but before you could pull away he was gripping your hand.

“I’ll get him,” Frankie argued quietly. “You go lay down and I’ll bring him to bed with us.”

“Yeah?” You asked hopefully.

“Yeah, mi sol, I think more time with my favorite people tonight is exactly what I need.” He reached around you grabbing the baby monitor and handed it to you then turned off the stereo. “Come on, hermosa, let’s go get our boy.” 

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jennifer jareau x daughter reader. She is 12 and gets into a hostage situation on a school field trip. Jj, will, and the team have to save her and the others

Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau X Daughter reader

Request: jennifer jareau x daughter reader. She is 12 and gets into a hostage situation on a school field trip. Jj, will, and the team have to save her and the others

Third person pov...

Y/N Jareau and her Best friend were almost jumping up and down in excitement like the rest of the class was as they neared the museum where they were going for their Field trip.

The little Jareau had been waiting for this day all year and was very excited to finally be going on it. "We have now arrived, please stay seated until we have stopped students!" Yelled Mr Tracy Y/Ns teacher.

This caused a commotion amongst the kids, they all started yelling excited and standing up in their sears as their teacher slouches in his seat, Mrs Hill just sighs at her companion and stands up facing the group of about 40 kids.

"He said QUIET!" She yells effectively making the bus silent not one student dared to speak after Mrs Hill shouted at them, she could be scary when she wanted.

A full 5 minutes if silence passes before the kids all start tlaking excitedly they could see the museum coming up, they all jumped in their seats as the coach finally parked and they could get out.

Once they were outside the teachers began getting the students into groups and paired with a buddy, Y/N and B/F/N where paired together which the two friends loved.

"Okay students, we are now going in stick with your group if you do go off take your buddy with you" called Mrs Hill over the noise, the large group began making their way into the museum.

Y/N and B/F/N instantly break away from the group and wonder off on their own, Y/N had lots of information about the exhibition ls they go into thanks to her Uncle Spencer.

As the two laugh and walk around, outside the building a large van is parked, 5 men all get out dressed in black holding duffle bags and guns

"Let's go" yells the leader.

Just two hours later all hell breaks loose, a group of about 5 men dressed in black storm the museum and puts it in lockdown pulling guns on the people inside including Y/Ns class.

"Shut up the lot of ya!" Yells the leader, over the incom making everyone in the museum hear him, Y/N and B/F/N quickly hide in on of the exhibitions, they hide in a small corner to small for an adult to get to but smaller enough to two teens to sit in.

B/F/N shakes with fear as the leader threatens everyone in the museum, anyone hiding will be taken to the rest fonthe group if they are found. "It's like a sick game of hide a seek" mutters Y/N, she was scared but couldn't let her friend see.

"What would mum do in this situation" mutters the teen trying to remember what her mum taught her, 'stay calm and don't do anything rash, listen and be submissive' thinks Y/N to herself.

They mostly likely have control over the cameras and door locks if they are seem then they will be killed. Y/N racks her brain before grabbing her phone she forgot about it.

B/F/N looks up from her crying as she felt Y/N rummaging around for something. "Ah ha! Found it" she exclaimed it was her phone, quickly the 12 year old pulls open contacts ans calls her Mum.

5 seconds later the woman picks up. "Mum help me!" Says Y/N.

Back in Quantico...

JJ had jsut said goodbye to her daughter she was super excited for her trip to the museum. "Have a great time sweetie!" Yells JJ waving to her excited Daughter the H/C girl waves back equally excited.

As the coach leaves the school JJ makes her way back to the car and drives herself to work. Once she arrives she sees the team gathered around the pull pen talking.

"Morning JJ, Y/N get on the coach okay?" Asks Emily turning the conversation onto Y/N, the whole team knew she was going on a field trip that day.

JJ smiles at them "yeah the coach jsut left, she'll have so much fun" smiles the Blonde, the team then syart Woking after they get a glare from Bossman.

Two hours later JJ is busy writing up a case they had two weeks ago when her phone rings, confused the woman answers wondering why her daughter is calling.

"Hey-Mum help me!" Yells the distressed voice of her daughter the girl sounded terrified. JJ instantly stood up phone next to her ear. "Mum! The museum has been taken over ! It's a hostage situation help us!" Yells Y/N sounding hysterical as she explains.

"Dont worry Honey, I'm on my way the team will be there soon stay put and don't been seen" she exclaims being running from her office ans into the bullpen.

This alarms the team making Hotch abd Rossi run out of their offices and the team surround JJ trying to calm the scared woman. "It's Y/N there's a hostage situation at the museum she's at!" She exclaims crying.

Hotch gets a phone call. "Yes ma'am, yes I understand, we will be there" he says then ends the call and turns to the team in front of him. "Looks like we arw the rapid response team wheels up, we meet with the police department there" he says, the team waste no time and rush out the doors.

While doing this JJ calls Will and explains tk him, being a detective he's apart of the department helping the FBI out. Once they arrive they arrange contact with the leader.

After 5 grueling hours later the snipers get a good shot at the group of men and take them out freeing the civilians trapped inside, The BAU rush in Hotch infront.

JJ is the one that finds her Daughter, they wee hiding in the dinosaur exhibition in between a Trex and display cabinet.

Y/N and B/F/N had been playing I spy while waiting, as the door opens they freeze, holding their hands over each others mouth to keep quiet.

As they door the footsteps get louder and JJ appears in their vision, suddenly Y/N was jumping at her Mum sobbing loudly as JJ holds her tightly.

She then talks into her radio. "I found them hotch, they are safe" she says sniffling and holding her arm out to Y/Ns best friend to instantly runs into her arms.

Both girls cry happy to be safe, JJ and her group walk the two girls out of the museum, B/F/N spots her parents runs off leaving JJ and Y/N to find Will.

The man had been pacing back nad forth waiting for his wife and daughter to come out, when he spots them he runs over almost knocking them over as he holds them kissing his wife and daughter on the head holding them.

"Your safe now darlin' don't worry we aren't letting you out of our sight for a while now" mutters the man getting a laugh out of his family.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, so sorry for the late I've been busy with a project fir class and haven't had time to write these oneshots.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1260

[fanfics4all]

After Her Mother

Request: Yes / No Fluffcember Day 25

Requests are closed<3 Have a nice day/night

Spencer Reid x Fem!LaMontagne!Reader 

Word count: 1083

Warnings: Nothing!

Y/N: Your Name 

Song: Silent Night

Prompt(s): Recital

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It was a Christmas and our family was coming to our house this year. Spencer had gotten his mother her last night. She was not happy that she had to fly, but got over it pretty quickly. My older brother and nephews were coming, as well as our mother. My brother is the reason Spencer and I met, actually. He married another member of his team and moved up here. I moved here for work a year after our father died. I loved our home in New Orleans, but I needed a new start.

“Mommy, when is uncle Will and aunt Jenifer coming over with Henry and Michael?” Our daughter Clair asked again. 

“They’re gonna be here soon Honey.” I said picking her up and setting her on the counter. 

“Can I help you finish?” She asked, I was getting everything ready for dinner. 

“I’m actually just about done. I thought you were helping daddy decorate?” I asked confused. 

“I was, but grandma needed him.” She said and I nodded. 

“Is grandma okay?” I asked and she nodded. 

“She thought she was back at school again.” She answered and I nodded. Spencer and I had explained to Clair what was wrong with Diana even though she wouldn’t fully understand until she was older. 

“Did you set up for the show you and the boys are planning?” I asked. 

“Recital mommy!” She corrected me and I smiled. 

“Recital, my bad.” I said. 

“Yes I did, daddy helped me.” She said smiling. 

“Good.” I said and gave her a kiss on her head. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Clair got excited. 

“They’re here!” She shouted. 

“Inside voice Clair.” I said putting her down. 

“Sorry mommy!” She said and ran off. I shook my head with a laugh and cleaned my hands. I walked into the living room to see Spencer opening the door and greeting our guest. 

“There’s my little sister!” William said giving me a hug. 

“Hello Billy.” I said and kissed his cheek. 

“Hi Y/N, Merry Christmas.” Jenifer said. 

“Merry Christmas Jen.” I said and kissed her cheek. 

“My beautiful daughter and son-in-law!” My mother said with a huge smile. Both Spencer and I kissed her cheeks and hugged her. 

“Merry Christmas mom.” I said. 

“Merry Christmas LaMontagne.” Spencer said. 

“Auntie Y/N and uncle Spencer!” The two boys said running up to us. Michael ran to me and Henry ran to Spencer. We picked them up and gave them kisses. 

“Merry Christmas boys, I think Santa left you two some gifts here too.” I said and Spencer smiled. 

“Really? That awesome!” Henry said. 

“Yeah, We told him you were coming over and he made sure to leave a few here.” Spencer said. 

“Why don’t you three go open your gifts?” I suggested as we put the boys down. 

“Yes!” They all said and ran over to the tree. We hung up everyone coats and got everyone drinks then watched the kids open their gifts. Once that was done I was working on dinner and everyone was watching the kids play with their new toys. 

After dinner everyone was gathered living room by the kids. Clair brought out the stage she and Spencer made. It was just a few cardboard boxes that they’d be able to stand on. 

“Can I have everyone’s attention!” Clair shouted. 

“Clair, inside voice.” Spencer said. 

“Sorry daddy, but can I please have everyone’s attention?” She asked quieter. Everyone looked at her on the boxes and smiled. 

“Thank you, now boys and girls, welcome to the recital!” She said and took a bow. She got off the stage and the boys got on. Clair put on Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and the boys started singing and dancing. Once they were done we all clapped and they took a bow. 

“Now Clair is going to sing!” Micheal said and they ran off the stage. Clair stepped up and the boys put on the music for Silent Night. 

“Silent night, holy night! All is calm, all is bright! Round yon Virgin, Mother, Mother and Child. Holy infant so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly…” She started singing and everyone stared at her shocked, she was singing really well. 

“Sleep in heavenly. Sleep in heavenly. Sleep in heavenly. Sleep in heavenly peace.” She continued, Spencer and I have heard her sing before, but it was nothing compared to this. 

“Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright. Round yon Virgin, Mother, Mother and Child. Holy infant so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace.” She sang. I looked at Spencer and he was just as shocked as I was. He shrugged at me and then we both looked back at our daughter. 

“Christ, Christ, the Savior is born. Christ, Christ, the Savior. Christ, Christ, the Savior is born.” She finished and we all clapped. 

“That was amazing Clair.” Spencer said with a huge smile. 

“Thank you daddy!” She said happily. 

“When did you learn that song and to sing like that?” I asked shocked. 

“I’ve been practicing.” She said smiling. 

“Looks like you take after your mother.” My mom said. 

“Huh?” Clair asked tilting her head. 

“Your mother is an amazing singer, she actually came here to be a singer, but changed her mind.” She answered. 

“Mom!” I groaned. 

“Yeah, I remember you would sing all the damn time at home.” Will laughed and I rolled my eyes. 

“Mommy, you can sing?” Clair asked. 

“Yeah, you can sing?” Spencer asked and I blushed. 

“A little bit.” I said. 

“Here, I brought some home videos, this one is of her singing in her room.” My mom said pulling out a DVD. 

“Mom!” Will and I said at the same time. 

“Oh hush!” She said and Spencer put the DVD on. Clair came and sat between us and smiled at the screen. (NOT MY VIDEO, BUT THIS GOING TO BE YOU SINGING!) Everyone watched in awe and smiled. 

“Can you still sing mommy?” Clair asked. 

“I sing sometimes.” I answered. 

“You should sing!” She said and I shook my head. 

“So who wants dessert?” I asked with a smile and got up to go to the table. Everyone followed me and sat down. 

“You’re an amazing singer.” Spencer whispered to me and I smiled. 

“Maybe you could show us one day.” He said with a slight blush on his face. 

“Maybe soon.” I said and kissed his cheek. 

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can we please get more jj and daughter!reader? it’s genuinely such an amazing series and i’d love to read more about them :)

JJ x daughter!reader content!

Move-Ins and All-Nighters

"There's a boy in my bed."

You turned over, sleep clawing at your eyes.

There, in your bed, clad in an old and fading FBI t-shirt and holiday pajama pants (even though it was mid-may) laid your mother. Her eyes were settled onto the ceiling, your fan creaking and shuttering as it ran. It always did that, some kind of screw loose that made it clatter the way it did and the sound soothed you to sleep, thankfully, because god knows the image of your mother with any kind of tool to fix it in her hand simply did not fit.

The images of your dream, Harry Potter singing opera at a talent show, were fleeting and you groaned, shoving your face into your pillow with a 'humph'.

Will had moved in that day- or yesterday? You were too tired to check the clock but judging on the darkness you could only assume it was well into the early morning, your mother too jittered from the sudden moving in of her boyfriend to sleep. She had been practically bouncing all morning, the pregnancy, sudden and shocking, had made the couple move far faster than they had planned. Will had agreed to move in with the two girls and JJ had practically been flying ever since, making way for the man in their tiny three-bedroom house.

"He doesn't snore, he just breathes really loud. Like, really loud. I think he has asthma or something, and there was a tiny lull for like two minutes where I thought he was dead but I think-"

You groaned again, this time flipping onto your back and joining your mother in watching your creaky, shaky ceiling fan shudder and moan as it whirred in circles. "You're killing me, smalls." Your voice was a tired whisper, but it wasn't irritated. No, you couldn't be irritated because you knew just how stressed your mother was.

Your mother was stressed because of the new baby, her hand constantly flying to the non-existent bump throughout the day, throughout the night, throughout the morning, as if checking to make sure the baby was still in there. She was stressed because of Will, of what the baby meant for them, of what it meant for you and her. The two of you had only ever had the two of you. The two of you, which had been incredibly difficult and terrifying for her when she was just a pregnant teenager leaving her small town home for the first time, a baby in her belly and a father that wanted nothing to do with her. Difficult when she was the only one on diaper duty or school drop-offs, or first days of school. But had become her favorite thing in the world because you were something that she had never planned for but everything she was thankful for. A good kid, a great kid, a best friend who knew her and that she knew like the back of her hand. Someone she could climb into bed with at four in the morning because her...boyfriend? Baby daddy? Her Will, was snoring and she had never had someone stay in her house, sleep in her bed, and promise to be there to take half of the diaper duty, school drop offs, or first days. She had never had someone who said they would be there unless it was you and the idea of an outsider joining the Jareau girls was too foreign for her mind to understand alone and so here she was, in your bed.

"He cooked chicken." Your mother said absentmindedly, hand flying down to rub her belly.

You wondered if it would be a boy or a girl. You and Penelope had bets, she bet that it ws a boy, but you bet it was a girl. Honestly, it was just hope that it was a girl because you had no idea how to be a big sister to a boy. Although, you also had no idea how to be a big sister to a girl, in fairness, but you were a girl, so you figured the learning curve was a bit smaller.

"He did." You agreed. "Little spicy for my taste, but I'll get used to it." Your mind flitted back to dinner, the sight of Will Lamontagne in your kitchen, using your stove, searing chicken not something you had ever imagined. To be fair, you hadn't imagined him doing a lot of things in your kitchen, partly because your mother and you hardly ever used your kitchen. She couldn't cook for the life of her unless it was microwavable or instant pot and that was one of the many things you had inherited.

"He washed dishes- he took out the trash." She continued absently.

You nodded with a sigh. "Mhm."

"My bathroom smells like boy. Like boy soap and boy shampoo-"

"Ah, well at least he uses different bottles. If he used the three in ones I would've had to tell you to kick him out, that's a non-negotiable."

Your mother remained in her trance, her thoughts raging about her brain like a balloon deflating.

The fan teetered on.

"He put a book on his nightstand, in case he can't fall asleep. You know what genre he reads? Non-fiction. It was about WW2. Who reads about World War 2 when they're trying to fall asleep?"

"Well, to be fair, history class provides me a pretty good nap time and I wouldn't say that it's too bold of an assumption to claim that the content serves as an effective lullaby."

She turned, a puff of air being released as she did so. With as dark as it was in the room you could hardly see her, in fact you couldn't. Not really. Only the outline of her, but your memory filled in the blanks. Your memories filled in her face, her eyes which were probably wide as saucers, lips turned into a frown, one that turned down more with stress, eyebrows knitted, a face of panic, of terror, of uncertainty.

"I finally get what Penelope means when she says she doesn't like change."        

You nodded. This change was...weird. Will had come to your house before this. He had visited on weekends, showed up to soccer games, even grabbed you from school a couple of times. He was nice and reliable and...strange. Strange, because, suddenly, you weren't all your mother had. Sure, she had the BAU, she had always had her team. The team that had watched you grow up. Spencer who helped with your homework and told you bedtime stories- stories that you forced him to make up because you knew that he could recite every book he's ever read in its entirety without breaking a sweat and you told him that that was 'cheating'. Bedtime stories had to be made up, you had told him, and he obliged because he was Spencer. Or Morgan who showed up to your games when he could and had gotten kicked out on multiple occasions for yelling at the refs. Penelope who played Princess with you and saved every single drawing you had ever made her, or Hotch who had let you dance on his feet. Elle who sang to you when you had begged her, or Emily who made it her life's purpose to show you all the good music and movies. Your mother had a village, but she had never had a single person.

A person for her. A person who you watched her slowly trust. Trust to grab you from school, or go to your games, or sear chicken in your kitchen. You watched her make room in her closet for him, and clear out underwear drawers, and you knew that he was there. He was there and he was good. 

"This change is good, though." Your hand went down to grab hers. "When I was growing up, I had you, and I had you all to myself, and that was pretty amazing. But this baby is gonna get to have you and Will, and Will is...well, he's a dork."

Your mother chuckled.

"He likes to read history before bed and sings along to the radio when he drives. He likes strawberry ice cream over chocolate, and his favorite Christmas movie is Die Hard. He's a weirdo, Mom, but he's good, he's here, and he's willing to put up with us, that's a pretty hard sell, if you ask me."

Her hand squeezed yours, a lessening of the tension and you knew that whatever you were doing was working because when she next spoke it wasn't as stressed. "We're not that bad."

You snorted. "We talk through every movie, go through four tubs of ice cream in a week, and last week, for three days straight, we spoke only in transatlantic accents just to see what it would be like. We are annoying and if he didn't run within the first two minutes of living with us, then he's not going anywhere."

The pillow case ruffled as she nodded, and you gave a tired smile at the tiny victory. "Now, go be a big girl and sleep in your own bed, I have a Geometry test in five hours."

[rachaelswrites]

Road Trip

Jennifer Jareau x Daughter!reader

Requested By: Anonymous

This thought just came to my mind but could I maybe request a drabble or headcanon of the Jareau/LaMontagne family on a road trip for spring break?

A/N: I really loved this idea so I hope I did it justice

-Family vacations in the Jareau-LaMontagne household were rare. You can’t remember the last time you went on vacation

-Finally, your mom and dad both had a week off at the same time you and your brothers had the week off from school 

-They planned a surprise road trip and didn’t tell you about it until the day before you were leaving

-When you found out, JJ and Will couldn't tell if the boys were more excited or their sixteen year old daughter

-You hugged them so tight that they had to tell you to let them go so you could pack

-The next morning you left the house and got on the road. You spent the majority of the either looking out the window or asking where you were going (your parents were keeping it a secret) 

-Your brothers were either sleeping, hungry, needing the bathroom, or asking when you would get there. You definitely took on the responsibility of keeping them entertained 

-You played i-spy with them (letting Henry win) and then the license plate game (which you let Micheal win)

-When all five of you were hungry, you stopped at a gas station so Will could fuel the car and you could go and get snacks. JJ gave you money and you took both boys with you into the store

-You got everything everyone asked for but Henry and Micheal spotted a giant stuffed animal and you couldn’t resist saying no to them

-To be fair, that stuffed animal was too cute to say no to also

-When you showed back up to the car, stuffed animal in hand, JJ shot you a look but let you stuff it into the back seat

“Really?” Was all she said. 

“What? It wasn’t my idea. I promise,” you responded

-You were about a third of the way through the trip when you stopped at a motel for the night

-You couldn’t sleep very well (that place was a bit sketchy but…) so you stood on the balcony for a while

-JJ was having the same problem as you so she joined you. You two looked at the stars, which was something you couldn’t see much of in DC. She told you stories and memories from her childhood until you were practically falling asleep right then and there

-The next morning, you all went swimming in the pool for some family time. There were a few rounds of basketball and a few rounds of chicken fights (you and your team won every single time)

-After driving for a few hours, the boys were getting restless so you all stopped at a park for lunch and spent some time either on the playground or playing some sort of game in the grass

-Will and JJ let you drive for a bit but you ended up getting them lost. Adding another hour to the trip (which no one actually minded)

“Turn right up here Y/n”

“No the other right”

“Oh. Sorry”

-Eventually, you made it to your destination

-It was to a beach in North Carolina, one you had been wanting to go to for ages. Probably since you were about eight

-Once the car was parked, you took off into the water like a five year old. Both Henry and Micheal following behind you

-JJ and Will stayed behind and watched the three of you together in the water and joined in a little later to build sandcastles 

-There were lots and lots of photos taken

-Pictures of everyone individually, you and the boys, your parents, and you with your parents

-That was the one thing Garcia had requested, she wanted to see lots and lots of photos of her favorite BAU family

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A Supernaturally Marvelous Fic Challenge

Calling all Supernatural and Marvel fanfic writers!

I don’t know about y’all, but writer’s block and lack of motivation have hit me harder than ever this year. It’s no secret that 2020 has been a giant crap show for a lot of people, but our precious fics and fandoms can be such a great escape from it all. In an attempt to spread some inspiration and feel good vibes, I wanted to make my follower celebration something that might help both writers and readers.

Below you’ll find all sorts of prompts (dialogue, songs, AUs, etc.) because you never know what might inspire you. Since we’ve all had a tough year, there’s a catch! You’ve got to give it a happy ending.

Make it fun. Make it sassy. Make it steamy. But for the love of ALL THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY please wrap it up nicely with good things and a “fluffy” bow. Cool? Cool.

Now, on to the rest:

This is my follower celebration for both blogs, so please consider following @carryonmywaywardcaptain​, @carryoncaptainrogers​, or both!

As you may have guessed from the title, prompts can be written for Supernatural or Marvel (extra love and virtual hugs if you choose to write about Dean Winchester or Steve Rogers because they are the loves of my life. But there’s still plenty of love for the rest of the Avengers & TFW!)

Angst, smut, crack, and fluff are all welcome, but remember to give it a fluffy/positive ending and tag the warnings accordingly (Please steer clear of smut if you’re under 18. Stay young and innocent, babes.)

No limit to how many people sign up for each prompt. Feel free to combine prompts or even combine fandoms in a crossover! Whatever gets your creative juices flowing.

Send an ask with the prompt you want to do and the pairing you’re planning to write (life gets busy, so I’ll do a reminder post before the deadline if it’s helpful for you!). Reader inserts or OCs are both fine.

Tag me in the A/N and use the hashtag #supernaturally marvelous fic challenge by December 20th January 31st. If you’re garbage at deadlines like me, I’m super flexible and won’t hold it against you if you get it done later! I’ll reblog SPN fics on this blog and Marvel pairings over on @carryoncaptainrogers​ so your fics are seen by the fans who need them most :)

Got another idea you want to write and/or read about? Shoot me an ask and maybe I can add it to the mix! 

Make sure to check back once in a while in case more prompts are suggested and added! Without further ado (oof, this is long!):

Some song ideas:

“Boss’s Daughter”- Pop Evil

“Night Moves”- Bob Seger

“It’s Been a Long, Long Time”- Harry James

“I Won’t Say (I’m in Love)”- yes, from Hercules

“Hold You in My Arms”- Ray Lamontagne

��Better Man”- James Morrison

“Perfect for Me”- Justin Timberlake

“When We Were Young”- Adele

“Holding Out For a Hero”- Ella Mae Bowen’s version

“Come Around”- Papa Roach

“From Eden”- Hozier

“To the Man Who Let Her Go”- Tyler Shaw

“What If I Stay”- Chris Young

“Drift Off to Dream”- Travis Tritt

“Take Your Time”- Sam Hunt

“T-Shirt”- Thomas Rhett

“Not Strong Enough”- Apocalyptica, Brent Smith

“What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?”- Lee Ann Womack

“Right Where You Want Me” or “Better With You”- Jesse McCartney (because I love them both and just couldn’t choose lol)

Feel free to suggest songs from the shows/movies! I know the above are random. I tried to have some variety.

AUs, Tropes, etc.:

*gasp* And there was only one bed… (Bed sharing)

Confessing FEELINGS (or “everyone conspiring to make them confess their feelings already”)

Neighbors 

At a concert

Fake relationship for some event/case

Royal/Medieval

Soulmates

A/B/O

Friends/Enemies/Strangers to lovers

Comforting the other person

Dialogue prompts:

“I didn’t mean to turn you on.” “Well, it’s a little late for that!”

"Stop telling me you’re okay.”

“Can you please come and get me?”

“Sometimes you can be a real dumbass, you know that?”

“Because I care about you!”

“I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

“Who did this to you?”

“Well...what if I go with you?”

“Give me a chance to change your mind.”

“Plot twist!” “Screaming ‘plot twist’ doesn’t make this suck any less.”

“What did I say?” “You told me to stay out of trouble.” “And what did you do?” “The opposite of that, obviously.”

“You can do so much better than him. I wish there was some way I could make you believe that.”

“Not enough? You’re...everything.”

“Well this was fun... Let’s never do it again.”

“I need you to do something for me. You owe me a no-questions-asked.”

“Don’t look at me like that! You know what it does to me.”

“Wait! Just...take me instead.”

“You can’t keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won’t do any good.”

“I can’t stay away from you. I’m tired of trying.”

“Have you seen you? You’re like a damn dreamboat.”

Random things my kiddos at school have said:

“Hey Mrs. America! Mrs. Captain America.”

“You know what your problem is? DAT attitude.”

“How did it taste?” “Like disappointment.”

“Do we got a fucking problem?”

“When am I not wearing my sassy pants?”

“Words are hard.”

“I’ve been screaming internally my entire life.”

“Can I jump over the fence?” “No, but thank you for asking.”

“That’s not very cash money of you.” “...I don’t know what that means.” “That’s okay. I just felt like saying it.”

“What do you call a blind dinosaur?” “Dead.” [P.S. the answer is Do-you-think-he-saw-rus]

Shenanigan ideas:

Karaoke night at a bar

Thanksgiving dinner

Christmas lights

Slow dancing

Prank War

Ice skating

Mistletoe

Ugly sweater party

Gift exchange

Creating/sharing holiday traditions

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The Untouched Attic.

AU

Characters: Team x Reader

A/N: I originally wrote this short story to be published in Flip The Page but sadly it never got published so I posted this on Wattpad but than I decided why not change it up a bit. So I decided to turn it into a Criminal Minds AU writing. I changed the names from Catherine to Margarette because I already have Catherine published in WST. The team had just closed a case in Iowa and had a one free night before leaving in the morning to go back home. It’s late at night and Garcia begs the reader to tell a story because the reader is so good at telling stories according to Henry and Michael LaMontagne.

It was reaching midnight on Friday night but the team was still wide awake. All thanks to the overgrown pile of coffee cups that had stacked in the police station’s trash bin. Gathered around in a circle on the floor of Prentiss’ hotel room, the team was chatting with each other and discussing the now closed case. All conversations were interrupted when Penelope spoke over everybody. “Excuse me, I believe it is time for story time!”

“Penelope, we’re grown adults.” Rossi said leaning back in the hotel chair as he took another swig of his whiskey.

“Yeah, Garcia. We’re not kids anymore.” Luke added.

“Oh come on!” She exclaimed. “Stories are so much to tell! Especially when (Y/N) tells them!” The team all looked at you. Your eyes grew wide at the mention of your name and you didn’t know how to respond. “I heard one of the stories she told Henry and Michael and it was really good.”

“You make me sound like I’m some best-selling author.” You say rolling your eyes.

“You could though! Be another famous writer like Rossi!”

“I’d like to hear one.” Tara said.

“Yeah why not?” Emily chimed in shrugging her shoulders. “I’d like to hear what she has up her sleeve.”

Soon the whole team was begging you to tell them a story, even Luke who had said they weren’t kids anymore. Sighing, you gave in and changed your position on the bed. Clearing your throat, you began to tell the story.

“There is a house in the middle of nowhere. Inside this house is seven bedrooms and six and half bathrooms. Three floors and the attic. The attic was the mysterious part of the whole house. It's been untouched since the first family moved out in the late 1920s.Several families have come and gone since then but not one person ventured up to the attic. It was as if they did not know that it even existed. Only one person knew what was up there. She was the youngest daughter of three children. Her name is Margarette Anne Mathers. People who know her call her Margie but her friends call her Maggie. Young children knew her as "the old lady who told stories". She did tell stories. All of them were about the attic.”

“Oh dear gosh.. This is about a freaking attic?” Luke said furrowing his eyebrows.

“Shut it, newbie!” Penelope snapped. “Let her tell the story.”

“Margarette lived in that home from the time it was built to the time her family had moved out.” You started telling the story again. “Margarette's father, Galen, made the attic his private room. He would disappear to the attic for hours. He missed dinner because he was always up there. Two weeks before the family moved out, Margarette decided to check out the attic while her parents were gone. Climbing the ladder into the attic, she fumbled around until she found the string to turn the light on.

Pulling on it, the light turned on and she covered her mouth to keep herself from screaming. She could not believe this is what her father did all this time.There were several photos of the same girl taped to one wall. She had been missing for several weeks. Her name was Susie Weathers. Susie was only fifteen when she went missing. Nobody could find her, not even the police. That is until now. Margarette was so mortified at the sight of what was before her. Susie's dead and decomposing body was tied to the bed. Ever since the finding of Susie Weathers, the attic was forever untouched. Her death was since forgotten and the attic was sealed off.”

You could see the faces of the team start to change from interest to being creeped out. You decided to go a little deeper.

“The photos are still up there taped to the wall. The bed is still beneath the window with the rope tied onto the railing of the headboard. That room, it held the last days of Susie's short lived life. This room held the pain that she had felt. It even held the physical evidence of the gruesome things that Galen had done to that young girl.  The attic was never mentioned in house showings. Nor did it cross the minds of the buyers. Margarette was the only one who knew of the attic and the secrets that it held.

Now it's the beginning of the 1990s and Margarette still tells the stories to the children about the attic. Of course the house was soon torn down in 1991 and the attic was long gone along with its gruesome and horrific memories. Margarette could never forget that day. She was good friends with Susie Weathers. They played with dolls every Saturday afternoon along the bank of the river that flowed behind Margarette’s house. When they were started high school together, they would talk about how cute the boys were in their classes and dream about their futures. Susie never got see her future. Margarette's father ended her life before she even got the chance to go on her first date.

She went missing that night. Everyone thought it was the boy who asked her out. It wasn't him. How could Margarette not know her father did something like this? He treated Susie like another daughter of his, considering Margarette was his only daughter.

Now that the house is gone, Susie had a proper burial, and Margarette was married with her own future; she never forgot Susie. That's why she told these young children stories. They were not only about the house she once lived in, they were also about Susie who the children called "the missing angel".

In 1992, Margarette was met her last day. After her funeral, one person was left standing at the tombstone. A young girl in her late teens. Her name was Evelyn Thatcher. She was one of the children who grew up listening to Margarette's stories. She enjoyed hearing them because they made her feel closer to her grandmother that she never got to know. Margarette once mentioned in a story that Susie had gotten pregnant at fourteen by a seventeen year old boy that she liked. She couldn't keep the baby so she gave it for adoption. Margarette knew Susie's future would be lived by someone. Her daughter and granddaughter.

"Thank you for the stories, Miss Mathers." Evelyn said placing flowers in front of the tombstone of Margarette Mathers.”

Finishing your story you looked around the team. All the them looked at you as if they couldn’t believe the story you just told. “Oh and one little detail.” You said. “Evelyn’s my mother.”

“And I’m out.” Luke said getting off his bed. “What possessed you to tell that story?”

You winked at him laughing. “No one asked for a specific kind of story so I went with what I knew.” You said as he headed for the door and left the room.

“Please tell me you never told my sons that story.” JJ pleaded.

“And scar the poor little guys for the rest of the their lives?” You said shaking your head. “No no. I stuck with superheroes and fairytales.”

“So this is a true story?” Emily asked.

“Oh most definitely. Susie was my grandmother. When my mother told me the story of Maggie and the murder of my grandmother, I was so intrigued that I did a little digging through the police files. Turns out everything was true. Galen Mathers did instead kidnap Susie, rape her, and murder her all in that attic. He left her to rot in the attic. His wife was recorded saying that she never would’ve her husband was capable of murder.”

“We never who is and isn’t capable of murder.” Emily said. “That’s why we do what we do. To get inside their minds and put the pieces together.”

“Did the files ever say why he did it?”

You shake your head. “To this day no one can figure out why Galen decided to do what he did.”

“Never again will I ask for a story from you.” Penelope said standing up from the floor. “Your mind goes to dark places. Dark places I wish to never visit.”

“I just tell it how it is.” You say shrugging your shoulders.

“Well I’m off to bed. Praying to God I can sleep after hearing this.” Emily said standing up from the floor and heading into the bathroom to change her clothes.

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Okay so if you enjoyed this one be sure to like, reblog, and leave your feedback. I will have a Stephen x Reader writing posted in a bit. Kind of multitasking in between writings. HOPE YOU ENJOYED! :)