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ddejavvu · 11 months
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Hi, I love your work so so much, but I've been too afraid to like to say it... you are such a phenomenal writer! ❤️❤️
I had a thought/request for cm? I think it'd be so cute/soft if like... the reader took meds or something, and while they are on a very important case it comes time to take their meds but they're very invested in working stuff out or whatever... and then a few of the team members phones go off and on of them is like, welp it's time to take your meds, and you're just like 🫠 you have an alarm to make sure I take it on time. I need some team fluff!
There's no room for recreation in your schedule. You personally think that being flown to the sunny beaches of florida and being confined to a stuffy police precinct is evil, but so are serial killers, you suppose.
Your head is starting to ache, and by the deep sigh that JJ lets out, hers is, too. The last thing on your mind are the little pills in your go bag, but your eyes are starting to droop from where they're scanning over a plotted map. Lines are starting to blur together, and you're thankful for the intrusion of an alarm.
Wait, two alarms.
Three, you note, frowning as you glance at the clock: 8:00.
Hotch's phone is one that buzzes as its pressed to his cheek, and he interrupts his running dialogue to scan the room for you.
"-understood. We'll send a team out, they should be there in 20. Y/L/N," He calls, and you stiffen slightly, ready for orders, "Take your medicine."
Those weren't the orders you'd been expecting. Your brow dips, creased in a frown as Hotch goes back to his conversation.
You glance questioningly at Reid, but all the doctor does is hold up his own phone.
"Your medicine," He prompts, showing the alarm ringing on his screen, "You're supposed to take it at 8:00."
"Here," JJ sticks a hand over your shoulder, pill bottle in hand, "Do you have water?"
Aaron's still engaged in conversation over the phone, but apparently parenting has given him good multitasking skills, because he hears JJ's question and passes his own water bottle to you, the plastic looking comically small in his large hands.
"Thank you," You mumble, "Uh- you set alarms on your phones... for me?"
"You don't do it for yourself," Derek teases, pinching at your side as you struggle to juggle both the pill bottle and the water. When you get the cap off of the medicine bottle Morgan takes it from you, shaking out the dosage you need and screwing the cap back on.
"I take them," You defend yourself, taking a swig of water and washing the medicine down, "I was just preoccupied tonight."
"And that's why we have the alarms," Rossi reasons, "Penelope had to help Reid and I with ours, she's the one that found your medical records and told us what time you needed to take them."
"That snoop," You scoff, "Someone has to take those computers away from her."
"I've tried," Aaron reasons, finally off his phone call, "She always outsmarts me. You took the meds?"
"Yeah," You nod, "Uh, thanks, guys."
"Anytime," Derek goads, ruffling your hair despite your protests to fight him off, "Someone let Garcia know you took 'em, or she'll call you herself."
Before Prentiss can pick her phone up off of the table, yours rings. There's a round of snickers throughout the room, and you raise it to your ear with a fondly exasperated sigh, "Yes, Penelope, I took my meds."
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specialagentlokitty · 28 days
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Rossi x reader - trust in you
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hi, I hope you’re doing well 🫶🏻 I was wondering if I could please request something where reader desperately wants relapse with sh but instead winds up talking to her father figure hotch or Rossi (or both)? No pressure if you don’t want to write it. I absolutely love your writing 🥰🥰 - @twwobsessed 💜
TW: mentions of self harm and negative thoughts
Some cases hit people harder than others, usually you were able to remain objective about the cases, put all those normal thoughts of sadness, despite, hatred for people to the back of your mind.
But your most recent case had you finding it hard to do that, it hit a little too close to home for you, and no one on the team knew that, you carried on going through it.
You saw the case through to the end, but it was hard, and you couldn’t stop thinking about it as you flicked through the book in your lap, pretending you were reading.
You didn’t really talk to anybody when you got back, instead of doing your paperwork like normal you went straight back home.
You went for a bath, made a cup of tea, tried reading a book but nothing was helping you relax.
You had resorted to pacing back and forth along your hallway, pinging the elastic band around your wrist, trying to resist the unbearable urge you had to scratch, to try get rid of this itch that seemed to be buried deep within your skin.
You knew scratching wouldn’t work, no matter how much you scratch you would never be able to get rid of that itch.
Your brain was running a million miles an hour with all the thoughts, feelings and urges you had worked through a long time ago.
But they came back.
It was like you could never escape, no matter how well you seemed to be doing they always came back, always haunting you.
Your own mind begging you to inflict pain on yourself.
You didn’t want to, you had been clean for nearly a year, you had fought this all by yourself, you had never told anybody about your struggles.
Everybody struggled, dealt things their own way and this is how you had been ever since you were a teenager, even when you went through the academy, even as you joined the BAU, where you had been for the past three years.
You kept it all to yourself.
It was destroying you.
It was going to destroy you and you knew that.
You didn’t want to do this anymore, you didn’t want to go back into that life, you didn’t want to slip into old habits.
Grabbing your keys, you pulled on one of your hoodies and went to your car, heading to the person you knew would most likely still be up at this time.
You didn’t have your phone so you couldn’t call saying you were outside, so you settled for just knocking on the door until you finally heard somebody coming over.
Lowering your hand, you watched as the door was swung open, showing the worried and confused face of your coworker.
“(Y/N) what’s wrong?” Rossi asked.
You took a shaky breath, running a hand down your face.
“I.. I.. I need help…” you whispered.
“Come here, come on.”
Rossi held his hand out for you and you took it, letting him pull you in for a hug as he closed his front door.
Tears fell from your eyes, and you quietly sobbed, gripping the back of his shirt tightly.
“I.. I can’t do this anymore…”
Rossi held the back of your head, running a hand up and down your back.
“I need you to tell me what happened…” he whispered.
“I can’t.. I don’t… I can’t.. I can’t do this alone anymore…”
Rossi pulled away, placing a hand on your shoulder to lead you to the couch, gently sitting you down.
“Wait right here.”
He rushed away to get you a glass of water, and he came back, handing it out to you and you set it on the table.
Rossi also get down a box of tissues for you, and he finally sat down, taking one of your hands in his.
“I need you to talk to me (Y/N)…” he whispered.
You sniffled a little bit, running a hand down your face as you took a deep breath.
“This case.. I.. it brought back memories…”
Rossi slowly nodded his head.
“I.. I lived the same way as the victims…”
“(Y/N) the unsub chose his victims because he believed they could never recover, he believed they were sick, and they needed help to die. You know this. He targeted people who used forms of self harm as a method to get through every day life.”
You sniffled a little bit, slowly nodded your head.
“I know… that’s why I.. I.. I couldn’t help you…”
“You said you were called away on an urgent matter.”
You shook your head.
“I lied…”
“We would have known.”
You left out a weak laugh, burying your face in your arms tapping the back of your head a few times.
“I got so used to lying that I… I learned how to tell the perfect lie…”
“(Y/N) did you do something? Did something happen?” Rossi asked.
“No.. no that’s.. that uh.. why I came here…”
Rossi slowly nodded his head and you sat up, carefully rolling the sleeves of your hoodies up.
Rossi reached out, hesitating before he gently took one of your arms.
He ran he thumb along the rigid scars that were embedded deep in your skin.
He could tell they were old, and he didn’t need to ask in order to figure out what they were caused by.
“How long were you doing this to yourself?”
“Years…”
He nodded, pulling your sleeve down for you, and he did the same to your other arm, letting you go ahead and hide them once again.
Rossi held his arms around for you.
You shuffled over, letting him hold you, resting your head on his shoulder.
“I need you to tell me everything (Y/N), okay? You can’t leave anything out.”
You nodded in agreement.
You told Rossi everything, from how and when it started, to when you managed to stop and everything in between.
Rossi didn’t speak, he quietly listened to you, and when you stopped talking that’s when he spoke up.
“Was it something in the case that trigged this emotions for you?” He asked.
You nodded again.
“Going through their lives, seeing how they all had the same trauma, the same feelings of wanting to just disappear.. knowing I had the same thoughts.. it.. it made me realise that could have been me…”
“What makes you think that?”
“Rossi he was the third therapist in my list in case I couldn’t get to the other two…”
You felt his grip tighten around you, and he ran his hand up and down your arm.
“I got the second one on the list…”
Rossi slowly nodded his head.
“I.. I can’t do this alone Rossi…”
“You’re not alone (Y/N), you’re never alone. You know this. You have a whole team, a whole family behind you, willing to support you if you asked them.”
You shook your head.
“No.. no I.. I don’t.. don’t tell them…”
“Alright, I don’t have to tell the team anything. But I need you to promise me something.”
You sniffled a little, nodding your head.
“You keep coming here, to me, if you get these feelings again. You never harm yourself again, can you promise me that?”
You nodded again.
“Good, now, I just so happened to be getting ready to cook. Your favourite in fact, would you like to help me?”
You sat up, looking at him as you wiped the tears from under your eyes.
“Do you get that funky cheese I like?”
This made Rossi chuckle a little bit.
“Yes, I got the mozzarella, and I got everything you need to make your own mozzarella sticks since you seem to enjoy them so much.”
You stood up, sorrowing up your sleeves as you followed him to the kitchen and he got everything you needed to make your favourite snacks.
Rossi noted the elastic band around your wrist, and he said nothing about it.
“Thank you for trusting me.” He said quietly.
You smiled a little at him.
“Thank you for always being there for me…”
Rossi smiled, placing his hand on your shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.
“I’m always here for you kiddo.”
You nodded your head, going back to making your snacks while he began cooking the actual meal itself
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villain-apolog1st · 8 months
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Lipstick (David Rossi x Wife!Reader)
Summary: you and David can’t stay off of each other during the car ride to an event
Warnings: NSFW, handjob, finger fucking, semi-public (car with a driver), dirty talk (with slight degrading), competitive (?), (fem!reader)
Translations: dolcezza (honey)
A/N: short fic loosely inspired by Beyoncé’s Partition
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You stood in front of the mirror and admired your reflection. The jewel-toned dress you were wearing was floor length with a slit and fit your form perfectly. Your husband was being honoured at a gala tonight recognizing his and others’ contributions to criminology, and as his wife you wanted to ensure you looked the part.
You put on your diamond studs before heading downstairs to where David was pouring both of you champagne. He was dressed in a dark suit, his tie and handkerchief matching your dress. You could smell the expensive cologne he was wearing, the scent enveloping you as you approached him.
“There she is,” he grinned as he handed you a glass. “You are just stunning, Mrs. Rossi.”
David used a hand to spin you around as you giggled, admiring every angle of your form. He pulled you in close, about to press his lips to yours before you turned away.
“Ah, ah,” you tutted. “You are not smudging my lipstick tonight, Dave. Not when all of those important people are going to be at this gala.”
You pulled yourself away from his grip, much to his disappointment. Soon enough, the honk of the driver sounded from outside. The two of you headed out, where the driver was holding the door open for the two of you.
The gala was taking place at a fancy hotel downtown that was a bit of a drive from your secluded home. The view out the window was scenic, and the driver turned the radio up so that the car was filled with soft music.
You sighed softly as David pressed a kiss into your hair. You felt his mouth moving lower, working its way towards your neck as his hand reached up and caressed your breasts.
“David,” you warned.
“Well I’m not smudging your lipstick, am I?” He asked playfully.
“You know, it took me over an hour to get- oh,” you gasped softly when his mouth reached your neck, softly sucking at the sensitive skin.
“It’s not my fault, dolcezza.” David said against your skin, inhaling the scent of your perfume. “You look too beautiful not to touch.”
Your resolve was breaking quickly, especially since his hand was making its way up your leg through the slit of your dress. Blood rushed to your face when you heard the sound of the partition rolling up, realizing the driver was giving the two of you some privacy.
You bit back a moan when David slid your panties aside and began circling your clit with his fingers, making you squirm in your seat. “Don’t let the driver hear you,” he teased.
You could tell he was delighted at your predicament and you decided then that you wouldn’t be the only one coming undone in this car.
You reached towards his lap, to his surprise, and made quick work of unbuckling his belt. “What’re you-” David started, his fingers slowing their ministrations. He clenched his jaw to stop himself from moaning when you took his cock into your hand. You gave it a few strokes as it hardened, using your thumb to spread his precum over the tip. “Don’t let the driver hear you,” you smirked.
You began rhythmically pumping his cock in your hand, enjoying how much David had to restrain himself. He caught the glint in your eye and began circling your clit again, eager to see you come before he did.
“F-fuck,” you hissed as he teased your entrance before plunging in. You panted softly as David fucked you with his fingers, desperately trying not to make any incriminating sounds.
Wanting to win, you retaliated by quickening the pace of your strokes, feeling his cock begin to pulse in your hand.
“I know what you’re doing, Y/N, but you’re going to come on my fingers regardless.” David panted lowly into your ear while his thumb began circling your clit. “And in the back seat of a car too. You’re such a slut for me, sweetheart.”
It was a last ditch effort, knowing how his words would affect you. Fortunately for him, he was right, and he watched smugly as you came around his fingers.
Lost in pleasure, you met David’s lips with yours in a needy kiss. Both of you moaned as his tongue entered your mouth, just as you felt his cock twitch in your hand before he came. David groaned into your mouth as his cock oozed out cum, his hand gripping onto you tightly.
Pulling away, you quickly took his handkerchief from his pocket and used it to clean yourselves off as best you could. As David buckled his belt, you opened your phone’s camera and were surprised to find your lipstick mostly intact. Aside from a slightly damp forehead and a few flyaway hairs, your appearance didn’t give much away.
“See, I didn’t smudge it.” David winked at you, making you laugh. “I guess not.”
The car rolled to a stop and you looked out the window to see you’d arrived. The driver came around to open the door, and David got out before offering his hand to you.
You thanked the driver, who avoided eye contact with either of you. You and David tried not to laugh as you walked up the steps to the hotel, arm in arm.
“Room 1203,” he said suddenly. You looked up at him, curious.
David leaned in close just as you reached the hotel doors. “That’s where I’ll be doing more than just smudging your lipstick later tonight.”
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hotchaways · 2 years
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pov: your instagram but you’re a part of the BAU
inspired by @grccnaway, @happiest-hotch, @ssamorganhotchner and @radiant-reid since i loved their posts a whole lot! :)
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its(Y/L/N): never leave your phone unattended 😒
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derekmorgan: who knew hotch could do something other than frown 🤔
↳ aaron_hotchner: i don’t frown all the time, morgan
↳ jenniferjareau: yeah, keep telling that to yourself
e.prentiss: glad you picked the photo i looked good in!
↳ its(Y/L/N): jesus christ there were hundreds
↳ spencer.reid: no, it was only 150 photos.
↳ its(Y/L/N): i hate all of you
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its(Y/L/N): on the jet (again) ft. penelope :)
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e.prentiss: you’re shit at taking photos
↳ jenniferjareau: it’s as blurry as her eyesight
↳ its(Y/L/N): i will not hesitate to kidnap sergio and steal all your cheetos 😐
↳ e.prentiss: don’t you even dare
↳ jenniferjareau: you are a monster
↳ derekmorgan: popcorn, anyone? 🍿
itspennyg: i wasn’t ready 😞
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its(Y/L/N): kicking ass with ms. jareau <3
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jenniferjareau: we look badass 💅🏻
aaron_hotchner: you’re welcome for the photo?
↳ its(Y/L/N): nobody asked
spencer.reid: why did you crop me out?
↳ e.prentiss: haha deserve
↳ derekmorgan: (Y/N) gotta look out for spencer’s revenge on her soon
↳ its(Y/L/N): bring it on bitch
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its(Y/L/N): penelope’s an excellent driver
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e.prentiss: no fair!!! i wanted to come along!!!
↳ derekmorgan: not enough space for you
↳ its(Y/L/N): i would’ve pushed you off
↳ e.prentiss: choke ❤️
itspennyg: and you my friends are excellent humans
aaron_hotchner: so that’s why you three were late today.
↳ its(Y/L/N): sorry who this?
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its(Y/L/N): when the boss isn’t around 🤔 #freedom
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daverossi: this is an unflattering angle.
↳ its(Y/L/N): you’re like a soggy fettuccine sitting down :)
spencer.reid: everyone tag hotch and expose them
↳ itspennyg: yeah she just cropped you out again
e.prentiss: why won’t jj look at the memes i’ve sent her?
↳ jenniferjareau: because i don’t want to ☺️
aaron_hotchner: feeling slightly offended at the hashtag.
↳ derekmorgan: i can imagine your frown from this comment
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its(Y/L/N): hotch insisted that i take this photo :) #menofthebau #nospencer
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itspennyg: chocolate thunder looking good 😍
↳ derekmorgan: thanks baby girl 😘
aaron_hotchner: you instructed us to do that.
↳ its(Y/L/N): and you are idiots for doing what i say
↳ aaron_hotchner: 😑
↳ daverossi: it’s times like these that i wonder who’s the real unit chief of the bau.
spencer.reid: ….why was i not called?
↳ its(Y/L/N): in my eyes, you are a baby. i will keep you in my pocket
↳ jenniferjareau: i second the motion
↳ spencer.reid: this is bullying 🙂
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its(Y/L/N): welcome to the feed, spencer #forcedagainstmywill
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aaron_hotchner: im certain (Y/L/N) lost to reid.
↳ its(Y/L/N): bold of you to assume i’d play chess with him, loser
↳ aaron_hotchner: why do i get disrespected like this?
itspennyg: pretty boy with great hair!! lemme braid it 🥰
↳ e.prentiss: shave it all off instead
↳ derekmorgan: join the club, reid
↳ spencer.reid: i hope all of you suffer from asphyxia
↳ jenniferjareau: wow i can’t believe i work with these people
bonus post for my hotch girls ;)
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its(Y/L/N): finally introduced coco to aaron :) and she likes him!!! 🥰
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itspennyg: WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS 😳
↳ e.prentiss: SHE CALLED HIM AARON
↳ jenniferjareau: doesn’t take sherlock holmes to deduce this HOW DID YOU NOT NOTICE
↳ daverossi: starting to question the team’s ability now…
↳ itspennyg: shush it pasta man THE SHIP HAS SAILED >:(
spencer.reid: your dog looks like a rat. say hi to hotch
↳ its(Y/L/N): lmao bitch you look like a rat 😠
↳ derekmorgan: nah make him a possum instead
aaron_hotchner: my girl coco and her rat :)
↳ its(Y/L/N): the audacity of this grumpy bitch?!
↳ e.prentiss: who knew hotch could make a joke
↳ aaron_hotchner: and that would be my last, she threw a loaf of bread at me.
↳ jenniferjareau: can’t believe im saying this but deserve 🤷🏼‍♀️
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riches-and-rossi · 2 years
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,What is a ‘dilf’? Y/N’
- Pairing; David Rossi x Fem!Reader
- Fic type: Romantic, Clean, Fluff, Funny
- Tags: accidental confessions, drunken confessions, sweet Rossi, Y/N is a mess, Hotch wins a bet, slight daddy issues, the team is traumatized.
- Warnings: None,
- Summary: the team goes out to celebrate after a particularly successful case, the girls have an interesting conversation and Y/N has to explain what a dilf is to Dave.
It all started when Hotch mentioned that he and Morgan planned to stop by a bar after work, it was everyone’s day off tomorrow and they couldn’t fly back from New Orleans till morning plus the case had gone shockingly well. Before anyone knew what happened Dave had offered to cover the bill for the whole team, JJ had called Will, and everyone was on their way to the hotels bar no questions asked.
At first things had been calm, everyone ordered a beer, will had recommended it apparently this was his go to back home and it was actually brewed in the bar, it was also eight percent alcohol.
Eventually the guys split off to play pool, Penelope stole a beer from Derek who was completely and utterly plastered and the girls started gossiping by the bar. “He’s cute.” Emily pointed out a guy, nice arms and a nice beard but he couldn’t be older then thirty five, that was still a decade older then you but he was no Pasta Man.
“He’s not really my type.”
“Yeah I agree with Y/N, he can’t compare to that Greek god of goodness.”
Penelope was peering at a stumbling Morgan across the bar earning a quiet ‘awe’ from JJ, he and Will seemed to be ups against each other in a game of nine ball at the moment.
“What is your type?, you’ve been on the team two years and I’ve never seen you date.” JJ took a sip of her beer, god bless her heart for being the only person still capable of standing this far into the night, and Emily and Penelope peaked up in curiosity.
You were to busy starring off at your senior agent, as he fumbled with his wallet trying to buy another round, thinking before you spoke was far to complicated for the moment being.
“Tall, older, handsome. Facial hair is a must and he has to be funny, and experienced, and confident.” Your tone was tooth rottingly sweet and Dave happened to look over, he winked at you playfully holding his beer as if to toast to you across the room and you giggled like a school girl much to your embarrassment.
“Oh my god, Y/N! He’s like fifty three!” JJ was shocked and Emily was cackling at you as you jumped with embarrassment, you weren’t sure if your face was red from the booze or from your life ending slip up on your feelings for the older agent.
“And? It’s not my fault that Rossi is a total Dilf.” Your tone was so self assured but unfortunately Emily and her evil cackle had brought the men back at the worst possible second. Despite the team being profilers, you managed to hide your embarrassing crush well enough, or at least you thought you had up until now.
“I’m a total what?” Speak of the devil, or in this case devilishly handsome Dilf and he shall appear. You wanted to curl up into a ball and die and yet the man looked so genuinely confused at which point he turned to the male half of the team who hadn’t heard and went, “what’s a Dilf?” Before glancing back at you,
“What, is a ‘Dilf’ Y/N?” He wanted answers and you wanted to leap off a tall ledge.
Hotch decided to bite his tongue, Reid looked absolutely perplexed, the girls were dying of laughter and Morgan spat out his drink back into his glass and started chocking. Will looked like he was questioning any life decision that lead him to meeting these people.
“Dilf is popular internet slang, to describe an older gentleman typically one with kids or one that acts like a father figure and is attractive. It’s said to mean ‘dad I’d like to fuck’ if I remember correctly!” It was official, when Reid was sober you were going to gut him, Rossi looked absolutely perplexed and the entirety of the team have a reflexive face palm at Reid’s words “what! Was I not helpful?” The doctor seemed clueless.
“You think I’m a Dilf? Really?” And suddenly Rossi was asking questions you didn’t want to answer and he was doing it in that sexy deep interrogator voice he used on unsubs, god why were you into that? And you were a stuttering mess of confusion.
“Well, uh- I… huh?” Welp, there went your last brain cell. To make matters worse again if that was even possible at this point, the Italian was starring so intensely you felt like you may explode.
“Before we do any Dilf’ing as it implies we should have dinner, I make excellent pasta.” Was he… oh, oh my god.
You nodded cheerfully at the offer, Dave’s Pasta and mind blowing Dilf sex, god bless the drunken delinquency of you and your colleagues.
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mindful-of-ideas · 8 months
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“Do you want to order something for dinner,” you asked Rossi crossing one leg under you.
“Don’t do that,” he said, quickly glancing at you and then back at the road, “what if we get in an accident, that’s dangerous!”
“Clearly you don’t want to see how I drive,” you mumbled.
“I promise you I don’t!”
“Okay, but what about food,” you asked again, uncrossing your legs.
“We’ve been living on takeout for the past week. There’s no way we are ordering something tonight too. I’ll cook…”
Before you could even say something, he added something abruptly.
“Without your help, thank you. I do not want my kitchen to burn down tonight.”
“Not fair,” you grumbled, “that was ages ago! And you know I can cook pretty decently!”
“How about you pick something to watch while I make dinner?”
“Sure,” you said smiling as you turned into the driveway of Rossi’s house.
A month ago, your landlord decided to kick you out. Well, not kick you out exactly but relocate you while he did some renovations to your apartment. Except, he forgot the relocation part. You had basically become homeless overnight and if it wasn’t for Rossi, you probably would have gone back to living with your parents. Over the last weeks, you’ve discovered that, as much as you cherished having a home of your own, living with someone else really made things less boring. Especially the rides back home from the BAU… and the fact that your room at Rossi’s was probably as big as your whole apartment.
“Can you at least give me some pointers on what you want to watch?” you asked coming down the stairs.
“Anything kid, anything will do.”
“What are we eating?” you said leaning over the counter to steal one of the tomatoes he was cutting.
“Don’t touch,” he said swatting away your hand gently, “you can’t mess with the master’s ingredients.”
“Oh, oh… sorry Mr. Master,” you said laughing.
“Go pick a show now! Shoo! Away from my kitchen little devil!”
You quickly stole another tomato before crashing on the couch. Honestly, nothing could beat Rossi’s couch. It was the oldest yet most comfortable couch you ever had the pleasure to sit on.
“How about the X-Files!” you screamed from across the house.
But there was no answer from him.
“Fine, I’ll pick something myself,” you grumbled.
You reached to grab a blanket that was laying across the coffee table. As you pulled it towards you, a pitch-black spider crawled from the folds. To stunned to say anything, you let out a small gasp and quickly pulled your legs towards your chest.
“Rossi?” you said trying to sound as calm as possible.
You heard pots and pans being placed on the stove.
“Rossi…” you said again seeing the spider make its way towards you.
The blanket was still half on the couch, almost touching your feet. As the spider climbed up, you got up on the armrest of the couch.
“Rossi!” you now scream, “Come here please!”
God, you felt stupid. How could you be an FBI agent, be able to like murderers straight in the eyes, yet still be afraid of spiders? But you couldn’t help it. Some fears were irrational and that was okay. Now if only Rossi could hear you and come take care of it.
“Rossi!” you screamed now louder, “Rossi, please, hurry!”
You got up on the couch, accidentally kicking the blanket. You heard a pan bang loudly on the stove.
“What? What is it?” Rossi asked rushing to you.
“It was there!” you said pointing at the blanket.
“What was there,” he asked concerned.
“The sp-“
But you stopped. How could you say you got scared of a spider to Rossi. He would certainly laugh at you.
“A what Y/N? You’re shaking! Is everything alright?”
He moved closer to where you were standing, his shoulder gently resting right below your hip. He wrapped his arm around your legs forcing you to stabilize on the couch.
“A spider,” you finally said, “there was a spider on the blanket!!”
“Did you kill it?” he asked calmly.
“Did I kill it?” you repeatedogiving him a weird look, “I wouldn’t be standing on your couch if I had killed it!”
Tears were starting to fill up your eyes. You felt ashamed for freaking out over such a little thing, but you were also genuinely terrified right now.
“So it’s still on the blanket?”
“Yes.”
“Right. I’m gonna let go of you for just a minute so I can get it and take it out, okay?”
“Okay…”
Carefully, he made his way to the blanket. He slowly lifted one of the folds. There it was, hiding away with its too many legs and too many eyes.
“You know,” he started, “spiders can actually be useful for…”
“Save it!” you said, almost losing your balance.
He smiled at you before folding the blanket again, making it impossible for the spider to get out. You watched him as he made his way to the front door. You couldn’t see him get out, but soon enough he was waving at you from the window. You smiled weakly. He shook the blanket. You counted one, two, three, four, five before he stopped and before you knew it, he was back inside.
“There you go,” he said showing you the blanket through all its angles, “a spider-free blanket.”
“Thanks,” you said, “but I’m still not using it.”
“Want me to check the other ones?” he asked.
To your surprised, he was being serious.
“Yeah…” you said shaking your head gently.
He went through all the blankets shaking them and showing each side to you so you could confirm no spiders were hiding.
“You okay now?” he asked making his way back to you.
“Yeah, thank you.”
He wrapped his arm around your legs once more and helped you get down from the couch.
“And thanks for not making fun of me,” you added wrapping your arms around him.
“Of course kid,” he said hugging you back, “You know what, I think I might need help in the kitchen after all.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he said, “I need someone to annoy me and taste the food as I go.”
You smiled.
“Well come on,” he added, “I’m starving!”
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grav3yardbb92 · 2 years
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Criminal Minds Imagine
TW: language, violence, mentions of character death
No pairing
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I took a job with the FBI for a few reasons, I wanted to make a difference, to help people, and I guess it's in my blood. That's how I ended up in the BAU, my mother is section chief Erin Strauss. It's no secret to me, that I was never her favorite child, my brother, the surgeon, gets that privilege. Me taking this job, working for her bright us closer, although, she does seem to push me harder than the other team members, but I could handle that.
What I couldn't handle was watching her get murdered, right in front of my eyes. I nearly lost it, but my fellow team members and friends, helped me to cope and get my mind back into my work. Agent Rossi has helped me the most. He was personally involved with my mother, you probably think that made working with him uncomfortable but, no, he's a great friend and mentor. I feel safe with him.
That brings me to my current situation. I am at a bar, where our unsub has abducted his past victims, both young blonde women, before he raped and murdered them. I am donning a small, scandalous dress, that leaves little room to hide a gun. Which is why I am glad for my teammates, who are scattered throughout the bar, ready to back me up.
Suddenly a young, dark- haired man sits beside me at the bar. " Well, hello there, gorgeous " he states, smirking down at me, I take this moment to flash a smile at him and take in his features, which match witness descriptions of our unsub. I remember my training; get his attention, check. And seem vulnerable, but not too easy, well here it goes.
I am ten minutes into a conversation with the unsub and finished two glasses of what he thinks is vodka but is really ginger ale. He stands up, smoothly pulling me to my feet" let's get out of here, darling " he says, already walking me toward the door, as I notice the eyes of my teammates following his every move. My nerves are growing rapidly at what is to come, but I know to keep my cool and let this play out as far as possible.
"Y/N" I hear my name being shouted from across the bar, gaining both mine and the unsub’s attentions. " I knew it was you, you little bitch!" My ex-boyfriend, Kyle, appears in front of me, grabbing my arm. " Not now" I whisper to him, but only causing him to tighten his grip and yank me toward him. " Hey buddy, back off!" The unsub shouts at Kyle, pulling back toward him. " This is none of your business " Kyle shouts back. Just then, I am yanked into the unsub's arms and a gun is shoved into my temple. " No, you don't have to do this" I calmly state, looking up to the unsub.
"Xander Thompson!" Rossi's voice breaks through the noise of the bar, I look over to see him and my other team members moving to surround me and the unsub, with guns drawn. The next thing I know, I am smacked on the head, landing on the floor as I hear gunshots ring out around me.
I sit in the ambulance, with a bandage on my bleeding forehead and another one on my wrist, sprained from the fall. The unsub was shot and killed by Hotch, who is now standing Beside me, asking if I'm alright. " I'm fine Hotch, really I....' I am interrupted by my favorite Italian shouting across the parking lot.
" I heard what you did to her, you creep. You will never touch that girl again. You're under arrest" Rossi screams at Kyle as he cuffs him and pushes him toward a cop car. " What the fuck for?" Kyle retorts, angrily. " I don't know, but I'll think of something " he responds, slamming the car door.
"Can he do that?" I ask Hotch, standing from the ambulance." uh, no. But I won't tell if you won't " he answers, with a smirk, patting my back before walking away.
" How are you feeling, Y/N" Rossi ask, approaching me. " Well, I've had worst...." I trail off. "Thank you" I add. " No problem" he answers, pulling me into a hug.
" I'll always protect you, kiddo"
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spencestiel-michelle · 4 months
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*Fire alarms go off in FBI building at 7:45 am*
Hotch: alright, that’s the annual fire drill. everybody stay calm and exit the-
*Penelope RUNS out of the room*
Hotch: GARCIA? 
Penelope, running down the hall: I NEED MY PLUSHIESSSS. THEY WILL SURVIVE!!!
Hotch: it’s just a drill-
Reid, fretting: HAS EVERYBODY READ MY EMERGENCY FIRE DRILL PROCEDURES???
*Emily throws herself through the glass window* 
Derek: we’re on the sixth floor, how’s she gonna…? 
Hotch: will everyone please calm down, it’s ONLY a- 
*Reid stops, drops, and rolls around the floor* 
Derek shrugs and starts doing super-spy moves (somersaults, unnecessary turns, etc.) to maneuver around the building, evading the “fire”
Hotch: i truly don’t know why i even try…… where’s Dave? 
*David Rossi has yet to step inside the building this morning with the foreknowledge of the annual fire drill*
Rossi, sipping coffee, leaning against the building: i wonder how he’s doing this year. 
*JJ arrives late*
JJ: hey, what’d i miss? 
Rossi: annual fire drill. 
JJ: ah.
JJ: ooh. 
Rossi: yeah. 
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reidreaders · 2 months
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Your Insta If You Were Dating Spencer Reid Pt. 8
Warnings: throwing up, a lil sexual
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y/n out n about
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drreid I had the best day with you!
-> y/n 😘😘
davidrossi Have fun kids!
babygirlpg love ur outfit Spencer!
-> drreid Thanks, Garcia!
emprentiss lowkey weird seeing him wear something that's not a suit
-> chocthunder ikr I didn't know he had other clothes
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y/n 🚨ROSSI SIGHTING🚨
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davidrossi It was nice running into you!
-> y/n it was so good to see you!
chocthunder I have a rossi sighting every day of my life
-> emprentiss real
-> drreid real
-> chocthunder real??
-> drreid @/y/n taught me
babygirlpg they're so bff
-> y/n ikr
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y/n squealing cause look what I came home to
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drreid I'm glad you were excited! I love you ❤️
-> y/n I LOVE YOU STOP
davidrossi Nice job, Spencer! I can see you're putting those cooking lessons to good use.
ssahotchner Looks good!
babygirlpg im squealing for you this is so sweet!
-> y/n I KNOW
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y/n I love u @/drreid
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drreid I love you, too!
jenniferj this is so cute!!
babygirlpg I love u guys so much im going to throw up
-> chocthunder im going to throw up for other reasons
-> emprentiss im going to throw up bc they're making me feel so single
-> babygirlpg oh so true
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y/n hes so FINE I can't
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emprentiss not y/n being horny on main
-> jenniferj im not even surprised at this point
-> babygirlpg me neither but I wholeheartedly support it
-> y/n thanks penny 😘
ssahotchner I feel like I'm not supposed to be seeing this.
-> drreid Yeah, I wish you hadn't.
-> y/n sorry spence ❤️
idk why some of these pics keep uploading funny so sorry ab that but if anyone knows how to fix it lmk anywaysssss hope y'all enjoyed ily
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ddejavvu · 10 months
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Texting the BAU: Would they still love you if you were a worm?
I'm not sure if anyone's ever done this before, but I was inspired by the AI voice tiktok that I saw of 'Hotch' answering this question! The user that posted the tiktok I saw was 'shiftershiz', I thought their video was really cool and I owe them the inspiration for this post!
This post has Hotch, Garcia, Morgan, Rossi, JJ, Reid, and Prentiss. If you'd like to request a temp agent that I didn't include, or an earlier one that got written off, please do so in my inbox, I'd be happy to make more :)
I apologize if some of these pictures are a bit longer than others, I cut the conversation into two 'screenshots' when I could but sometimes it was easier just to stretch them out a teeny bit.
(Almost) all of these can be read as either platonic or romantic, the only hitch is that I mention Will in JJ's post so unless you're envisioning a throuple that one won't work </3
Images under cut to avoid a long post, happy texting!
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hotchs-big-hands · 28 days
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Ada my love you know that boyfriend ‘test’ of handing them your purse/handbag/bag when you go to the bathroom to see how they hold it? Yeah I need your take on our BAU men x that trend pls. Would they hold your purse?
AAAAAAAAA HELLO MY LOVE ROME ITS SO NICE TO SEE YOU IN THE ASKBOX 🥰🥰🥰🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖
gosh I LOVE this trend thing, it's cute. I'll ummmm do smth I've never done before and do some hcs for more than just ayayron, as requested 😳😳😳😳😳 gahdayum
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What the different BAU men would do if asked to hold your bag/purse for you when you go the bathroom.
GN!reader|sfw
Aaron Hotchner
Okay so this man is like. The biggest gentleman ever of course. So when you approach him during a team night out with your bag he takes it without hesitation to your question.
"Of course, it's safe with me."
He is very protective of it, gripping onto it to his chest with one arm and hand whilst the other holds onto his drink as he sips periodically. He doesn't pay any mind when the others eye him curiously, and when you return he smiles slightly and holds out your bag to you.
"Here you go. Don't hesitate to ask me again as well, sweetheart."
He has to admit, he adores the delighted grin you offer in return when you thank him for holding your bag. And he's able to drown out the chuckles of the other members of the team because he's certain he probably looks like a lovesick puppy.
Derek Morgan
Derek raises his brow with a teasing grin as you ask him to hold your bag for you.
"Mind if I take a lil peek?" He jokes, chuckling when you babble at him not to look, panic flashing in your eyes. "Relax, sweets. I'm not gonna look."
Holds it under his muscular arm and stares down anyone who gives him a funny look. He's shameless, plus he's happy you trust him to take care of your stuff.
You return momentarily and look relieved to see him holding it protectively. He smiles and holds it out to you when you're close enough.
"There you go, sweets. Don't worry, I didn't look inside." He winks at you and you lightly shove him, pouting playfully. He loves teasing you.
Spencer Reid
Man's shook when you ask him of all people to hold your bag for a moment.
"Me? I-I mean of course I'll hold it!" He hates that his voice cracked but you don't seem to mind though, smiling sweetly and thanking him before you turn away and disappear to find the restroom.
He is holding onto the bag straps so tightly that his knuckles are turning white. No-one is getting hold of this bag, if it's the last thing he'll ever be sure of. Derek saunters over with a grin and chuckles as he points out how tight his grip is. But even as he feels heat rush to his cheeks, he dutifully holds on tight to your bag.
Your return makes him smile with relief, but he holds on tight to the bag even as you now come to stand face-to-face with him. You hold your hand out and ask for your bag back and he flushes. "R-right yeah, here!" He said quickly and holds the bag out, grip still strong until you take hold of it.
You giggle softly and thank him, and he grins awkwardly as he watches you turn away and head off elsewhere. It's only when he feels Derek's hand lightly land on his shoulder that he refocuses and embarrassment floods his senses. Hopefully, he'll be more confident in himself next time you ask him to hold your bag.
David Rossi
When you timidly approach Dave at the table he's seated at with Aaron and hold out your bag to him, he raises a brow at you when you ask him to hold your bag for you for a moment.
"Hm? You want me to take care of it for you? Of course, tesoro."
He places it on the table in front of him, not without smoothing his hands over the surface slightly because well, he is fond of you after all. Aaron huffs out a quiet snort, raising his brow with a grin at him. Dave shakes his head and waves him off.
You're quick to return with a shy smile, thanking him sweetly for keeping an eye on your bag. He picks up the bag and holds it out to you, making sure you've secured it before he drops his arm. "Anytime, tesoro. I'll look after it for you."
He winks at you and delights in your flustered movements, meeting his eye and as Aaron stands and gives him a pointed look, Dave pulls out a chair next to him and invites you to join him for the evening.
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Lmao this was probably shit but I'm not too confident writing for other characters 😭😭 I hope people enjoyed tho regardless KSSKSK
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specialagentlokitty · 18 days
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Rossi x reader - a few more minutes
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Could you do fic for David Rossi with wife reader? She surprises him by visiting him at the office. With David going away on a case , it felt like there was not enough time for them. Just something fluff and romantic. Add something else if you want to. Tag me later!! Thanks!! :)) - @pear-1206 💜
Stepping out of the elevator, you made your way through the bullpen, past all the desks and up the stairs to the office you were looking for.
It wasn’t often you came by his work, but sometimes when he had been especially busy you wanted to come make the day a little easier.
You knocked on the door before gently pushing it open, a wide smile spreading across your lips as you saw him look up.
“Hey tesoro, why are you here?”
Rossi got up, meeting you halfway across the room to hug you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
Smiling, you rested your head on his chest.
“Well, you’ve been so busy I wanted to make sure you were eating so, I brought food.”
You pulled away, holding out the bag for him to take and look inside.
“Oh darling, you are wonderful!”
Rossi beamed brightly, taking your face gently between his hands as he leant down to kiss you.
Smiling into the kiss, you placed your hands on his, leaning into him a little bit just before he managed to pulled away.
“You made me muffins?” He asked.
“Oh and bread! I was bored, and I wanted to try something new, and I thought maybe Penelope would like the fact it’s purple.”
“You made purple bread?” Rossi chuckled.
He turned his attention to the bag, taking out the muffins you made and set them on the table.
Then he took out some bread and it was in fact a pastel purple.
“It’s lavender bread! It doesn’t actually taste like lavender don’t worry, but it does slightly smell like it, it’s fully safe to eat.” He beamed.
He chuckled a little bit, smiling softly at you.
“You really are something else my dear.”
Rossi pulled his chair out, letting you sit down on it, and he sat in the desk, handing you a muffin.
You split it in half with him, handing him one half while you kept the other half to yourself.
“Is this how you’ve been keeping busy?”
You hummed a little bit, nodding your head.
“Yeah, the bakery is still under repairs.”
“Do you have a quote for the costs?”
“Yeah, kind of expensive but insurance will cover most of it, I can get a loan for the rest.”
“Absolutely not.”
You looked at your husband a little bit confused.
Rossi reached through his pockets, looking for his wallet and he finally found it, holding it out to you.
“You use this, and you cover whatever costs you need to for your bakery, do you understand? I don’t want to hear anything about you taking out a loan. What’s mine is yours, we agreed on this.”
You took his wallet, setting it down on his desk.
“Sweetheart I can’t do that.”
“You can and you will, I’ll have you know that no wife of mine will be taking out a loan with a bank when I have money I don’t even spend.”
Rossi held his hand out to you, and you placed your hand carefully in his, letting him bring it up so he could kiss your knuckles.
“I will cover everything so whatever you need you tell me.”
“Do I get a say in this?”
Rossi gave a short hum.
“I’m afraid not, this isn’t an option.”
You laughed a little bit and stood up, placing your forehead on his.
“I love you…”
“I love you too.”
There was a knock on the door and you pulled away, both of you turning to see who it was and you watched as JJ poked her head around the corner.
“(Y/N), hey!”
JJ walked over, hugging you before pulling away.
“I’m sorry Rossi but we’ve got a case.”
He nodded his head, walking over and he placed a hand on your shoulder, walking around you.
He brushed his knuckles against your cheek.
“I’m sorry (Y/N)…”
“Hey, it’s alright. I understand, go, I’ll take this to Penelope after.”
He smiled, leaning forward to meet you for a quick kiss.
“I’ll still be around before you leave.”
“I’ll find you.”
He gave you a quick kiss, kissing your forehead, and he pulled away, kissing the side of your head.
“I love you.”
“I love you too Dave now go before you’re late.”
He chuckled and nodded, leaving his office and you sat down on his chair again while you waited for him to come back even if it was for a few moments
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reidsc0nverse · 8 months
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pov your instagram when dating spencer reid pt 4
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(y/n) i think derek got fed up with his statistics...
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spencerreid1 This was frightening to say the least.
-> emilyprenty Maybe stop giving us daily lectures on a topic we brought up one time
-> paparossi @/emilyprenty I second that
derekm This is also me after he wins EVERY card game we play
-> (y/n) did you know there's a mathematical equation to every card game that guarantees the chances of winning 🤓☝️
-> jjareau not you too y/n..
-> spencerreid1 She's actually not wrong.
AaronHotchner I hope this isn't what you guys do when I'm not on the field with everyone
-> (y/n) 🤷‍♀️
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(y/n) finally convinced him to read og fairytales and watch the movies afterward
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spencerreid1 ❤️
derekm Reid definitely seems like a rapunzel guy
-> (y/n) his favorite was actually belle
-> emilyprenty @/(y/n) shocker
jjareau Now you've just gotta show him Twilight
-> (y/n) that's next 🤭
princesspennyg This is so cute!!!!!
-> (y/n) until right after the movie he started telling me all the inaccuracies were in it compared to the story
-> paparossi Dont sound too surprised
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(y/n) i might've gotten a little carried away
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emilyprenty that should've been me
-> (y/n) come over.
-> derekm @/spencerreid1 you're just gonna let this happen??
-> spencerreid1 I've come to realize there's nothing I can do.
jjareau And to think we thought he'd never get any action
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emilprenty JUMPSCARE WARNING
-> (y/n) ⚠️
-> paparossi After the 30 something years I've worked in the FBI, this is probably the scariest thing I've seen
-> spencerreid1 :(
spencerreid1 Why does Derek look like he's going to kick you down like one of his doors?
-> (y/n) HAHAHAHAHAHAH DID YOU JUST MAKE A JOKE SPENCER REID???
-> derekm at least i don't look like sixth grader at his graduation of middle school
-> (y/n) @/derekm yeah and you look like his bully that steals his lunch money
what other things do you guys wanna see? there's a bunch of stuff i can do similar to this just lmk!!!
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ithebookhoarder · 20 days
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If your still taking requests could u pls do “if you were taken by an unsub” criminal minds imagin? Or smth along those lines, if not that’s fine tho
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(BAU Headcanons) If you were taken by an Unsub
A/N: Um, of course you can?! Thanks for sending this one in angel 😇 I'm only sorry it's taken me this long to answer this. Hope you like it!
Warnings: Usual Criminal Minds references to criminals, murder, violence etc. Mentions of mental health. (Let me know if I missed any)
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Aaron Hotchner
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If you were taken? This man would not rest until you were back and safe with him - and not just because of what happened to Haley (though it doesn’t help). 
He would bark orders at everyone in a cold and blunt manner that tells them he is not in the mood to be messed with.
They will do as they are told and they will do it now. 
This poor man would be fighting not to let his fear show but he'd be seen clenching his fists over and over and taking long deep breaths in front of the mirror in the bathroom in an attempt to ground himself and get his head on straight. 
He's no good to you if he lets himself fall apart. His team - and more importantly, you - are counting on him.
You know he’s blaming himself and you’re both going to need therapy once this whole experience is over with. 
He would go into his hyper-rational mode, focusing on making plans and ignoring anything that isn’t getting you back safe and sound - which means no sleep. None. He’s running on fumes and caffeine - even after you’re found. 
It would take days for him to feel secure enough to close his eyes and be able to trust you’ll still be there when he opens them again. 
Also you best believe he is breaking out his old law text books and ensuring this UnSub goes down for a lonnnnnng time… if they even make it to trial that is. This man is a trained sniper and knows other trained snipers… just saying… 
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David Rossi 
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He may like to remind you all of his passionate Italian nature from time to time but it’s impossible to miss when he hears what’s happened to you. He’s an emotional mess, staggering between horror and rage to a frighteningly cold determination that is rare for the eldest team member.  
He’d try to act in control, pulling rank on everyone - including Hotch, which obviously doesn’t work. 
“No offence, Aaron, but I was chasing down Unsubs when you were still in diapers. I know what I’m doing.”
However, they know him well enough to see that despite having years of experience under his belt, Rossi is terrified of making some kind of mistake. 
Once they do find you, he’d be one of the first through the door, too concerned with checking you’re ok to worry about anything else. 
He’d also be sure to pay for the best medical care money could buy, if you needed it following the ordeal.
He also knows people and has no problem paying for you to see a counsellor of some sort if the situation required it. He just wants to take care of you now that you’re back in his arms again. 
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Derek Morgan
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This man is like a whole military unit in himself at the best of times, but he’s a whole other level of lethal when it comes to protecting the ones he loves. You do NOT want to be on the wrong side of Morgan, and that’s exactly where the Unsub who took you would sit. 
There isn’t a door he wouldn’t be willing to kick down to get you - and everybody knows better than to say a word about it. (Hotch is already mentally filling out all the paperwork he’s going to need once this rescue is done, but he doesn’t exactly mind, given the situation).
Also, Morgan may have trained you himself, drilling you in self-defence and marksmanship so you’d known how to protect yourself out there in the field, but none of that matters now. You may have the Unsub at your mercy already, or you may be at theirs, but he doesn’t know and that’s what’s killing him: the not knowing. 
It’s why Penelope is basically glued to his side the whole entire time, telling him everything she finds out the very second she finds it.  
“We’ll find them sugar, I promise. They’re just as tough and strong as you are, so don’t give up on them, ok?”
He’d be leading the pack once you are found though, tearing through anyone and anything that stood in his way. All he cares about is seeing you with his own eyes and getting you as far away from danger as possible. 
“I’m so sorry, baby. It’s my job to keep you safe and I failed you.”
He’d be beating himself up for weeks after and it would take an entire team intervention to get him to let you go back out into the field again without him being glued to your side. After all, he’s not making the same mistake twice. Any Unsub wants that wants to get close to you will have to get past him first. 
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Emily Prentiss
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This woman is a super spy and a lethal weapon on an average day but if you were taken? Then she would be the most dangerous woman in the entire United States. 
She knows people in every agency and on every continent so you best believe she will be calling in favours left, right and centre. (Even Rossi is terrified by how quickly she was able to get the Pentagon on the phone…)
She would also be action-focused, needing to do something rather than sitting around wasting time. Every minute spent talking was one more minute the Unsub had to hurt you - and that thought makes her feel physically sick. 
This would end up causing her to explode, taking it out on whichever unfortunate soul is closest. Like, you know she would definitely have to be reminded by Hotch that they actually need the local law enforcement to work with them, if they want to get you back alive, after she is seen screaming at an unfortunate officer for their ‘utter stupidity’. 
Thankfully, she gets to turn that rage on the Unsub after they find you. I mean, let’s be real. It would take Morgan physically holding her back to stop her from beating their face in. 
This frustration would ultimately then be transferred to you, once she knows you’re safe. 
You almost can quote her ‘You almost died’ speech by this point, but you know it makes you both feel better to hear it so you let her rant and rant until she’s calm enough to crawl into your arms and squeeze you close. 
“I love you so much. I can’t lose you.” 
You’re also pretty sure she now has people following you at all times, watching over you when she can’t, so that this never happens again. 
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JJ
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JJ is every bit as lethal as Emily is when those she loves are at risk. If anything, she’s more terrifying because she’ll hide that murderous rage behind a ‘butter-wouldn’t-melt’ smile before deciding to strike. 
However, it would take everything in her not to just charge in and go on the offensive. After all, she was willing to run into a bank full of armed robbers after Will. 
It would probably end up with the team having to physically holding her back to stop her - usually accompanied by a well meaning pep talk about how she needs to get her head on straight if she actually wants to help get you back. 
You know this woman would follow you everywhere afterwards, never letting you out of her sight. In fact, she hits ‘super Mom mode’ where she is constantly fussing over you and seems to have the world in her go-bag. 
You need tissues, pain-killers, chocolate: she got it.
“Hey, it’s ok. You know I’ve got your back, right? I won’t let anything else happen to you. You’re safe now.”
She would also call you out on all your BS, if you tried to downplay what happened to you or if you were still affected. 
One twitch of her eyebrow is all it takes for her to have you pinned to your chair and spilling your guts about your emotions. You know better than to make her ask twice. After all, she may be the first to downplay it when she’s hurting but when it comes to her team and her family, she’d do anything to take care of you. If that’s driving your ass to therapy or just holding you, she’ll do it without complaint.
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Penelope Garcia 
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Would immediately panic as soon as she hears what’s happened to you. Like, we’re talking SO much panic.
Poor girl is spiralling and needs the team to help ground her so she can get back to the lair and do her thing. It would probably be down to Morgan or like JJ to get her to actually remember to breathe and not make herself pass out. 
But once she’s up and running? Well, she’d be all over the Unsub like a bad rash. Every teeny tiny detail of their life is suddenly unearthed and splashed on the 
board for everyone to see. (No one dares ask how she found certain items, but knowing her history with the dark web it’s probably for the best). 
Also, she would be begging for constant updates once the team is out in the field.  Any other day, it would drive the team insane to have a constant running Penelope monologue in their ears, but they’re surprisingly tolerant in this case. 
“Guys, do you see them? Are they ok? What’s going on? I need to know people! I have no eyes here!” 
Would be all over you once you’re safe and insists on installing tracking software on everything. She wants a digital link to you, 24/7 so that this NEVER happens again. It’s simultaneously flattering and slightly terrifying how much power this angel has at the end of her glittery, manicured fingers. 
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Dr Spencer Reid
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Depending on which season-Reid you’re with when you’re taken, you would have a distraught super genius who makes it his life’s mission to get you back. Or, you’d have a prison-hardened super genius with a slightly grey-er view of the world on a mission to find you. 
Either way, there’s probably no one you’d want more to be in charge of locating and rescuing you. 
Like Hotch, I feel he would become obsessed with nothing other than finding you. He wouldn’t eat. He wouldn’t sleep. Hell, no one on the team has even seen him leave the briefing room long enough to go pee, let alone take a break. This results in the team all taking it in turns to be parental figures and coax (and eventually threaten) him into pausing long enough to down a glass of water and eat some snack bar. 
Between Morgan’s physical threats, JJ’s guilt-trips, and Hotch threatening to bench him from this case, they’d eventually succeed. 
“You guys don’t get it. They need me. I have to figure this out - they’re counting on me. I can’t fail them. I won’t. So either help me or get out of here and let me think.”
We all know he would probably harass any medical professionals charged with caring for you, once you’re back. He doesn’t trust them - especially when it comes to your welfare. 
He’d also confine you to the couch and force you to rest, queueing up endless re-runs of Doctor Who and whatever shows you find most comforting to have playing in the background. It’s selfishly what he needs too, being able to sit and hold you long enough to quell any fears he may have about you and your wellbeing. You’re here and you’re real and you’re safe. 
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inspired by @/happiesthotch @/hotchaways :)
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ssa(y/n) love his clown feet 🫶🏼
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spencephd love her baby feet ❤️
rossisrotini I didn’t know they could be nice to each other
→ jjareau she texted me after posting this and said he slam dunked her with a pillow
→ ms_emilyp @/ssa(y/n) use two exclamation points if you need help
→ ssa(y/n) HELP‼️‼️‼️‼️
→ agenthotch wheels up in 20, you heard her
d.morgan oh to see pretty boys feet
→ ssa(y/n) my eyes only 😡😡
→ spencephd im not sure how to feel about this
→ garciagirlie I could get you photos of lots of feet
→ agenthotch I think we need to have a talk about this
→ garciagirlie i meant my feet with fresh new nail polish* 😁
→ agentahotch 😐
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ssa(y/n) pov garcia & morgan are on the phone
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garciagirlie where’s my chocolate thunder
→ d.morgan right here baby girl 😏
→ spencephd we can’t escape them
→ ssa(y/n) but we can do worse ;)
→ ms_emilyp @/agentahotch do something about this
→ agenthotch no
rossisrotini I beg of you both to not become like them
→ spencephd now you’re just tempting us to do worse 🤷‍♂️
→ ssa(y/n) I await those glorious hands of yours, doctor
→ jjareau what have we started
→ ssa(y/n) ITS FOR A MASSAGE CHILL 😭
→ d.morgan could’ve fooled me tbh
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ssa(y/n) someone didn’t pass the physical fit test
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d.morgan is he looking for a trainer 👀👀
→ garciagirl no. never again with you.
→ spencephd literally leave
→ jjareau we’re doing just fine without you 😘
ms_emilyp reid looking to outrun his paperwork
→ ssa(y/n) more like reid running to catch some bitches
→ spencephd so I’m chasing after you?
→ ssa(y/n) 😡😡
agenthotch who’s not doing paperwork 🤨
→ rossisrotini exposed like the lazy kids you are
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ssa(y/n) got my bitch <3
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Spencephd 😐
→ ssa(y/n) notice how you didn’t correct me
→ spencephd can’t even tie her own shoes smh
→ ssa(y/n) LMAOOO that’s what you’re for SIMP
garciagirlie the love birds are at it again
→ jjareau love birds sounds more like enemies these days
→ d.morgan isn’t that the fun in it?
→ ssa(y/n) yes, he literally just threw the shoe at my face 😇
rossisrotini @/agenthotch got another case for ya
→ ms_emilyp that’s the sound of the police reid 🚨
→ spencephd you know statistically, it takes the police an average of 7 minutes to get to the scene. I could be long gone by then.
→ d.morgan I can hear him through my phone
→ spencephd :)
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ssa(y/n) candid of my favorite nerd 🤭
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spencephd I’ve been exposed 😟
→ ssa(y/n) wanna be exposed in a different way?
d.morgan looks like we got competition @/garciagirlie
→ garciagirlie 😏 been exposed for years to you baby
ms_emilyp 🤢 I’m moving back to london fr
→ jjareau take me with 🙏🏼🙏🏼
→ garciagirlie GIRLS TRIP
→ ssa(y/n) LETS GO
→ ms_emilyp not you ❤️
rossisrotini 🥂 cheers you two but keep it in your pants
→ ssa(y/n) hard to when he’s this fine 😫
→ spencephd actually die
agenthotch this is what we call a hostile work environment
→ d.morgan you weren’t even there for that hotch
→ agentahotch I have my ways
→ garciagirlie please don’t bring back such traumatizing memories
→ jjareau clearly we need to have this conversation again
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a/n finally got around to writing some criminal minds stuff 😫
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