Requested by anon: “Could you do the anything you write on your skin appears on you your soulmates skin au with Reid”
A/N: I wasn’t too sure on what this AU was but I had it explained. I also made it so that names and places of living wouldn’t work because that would be to easy lol.
You didn’t really understand the whole, write on your skin and it shows up on your soulmate’s skin thing. There were limits to it and rules. Knowing that you couldn’t put down your name or where you are because it wouldn’t show on their skin.
But what you also didn’t understand was what the hell your soulmate was constantly writing on his arm or hand. So many math equations and book references. Often times people would look at it and ask what the writing was, you’d simply answer “I guess my soulmate’s a math nerd?”
Not knowing how incredibly right you were.
You’re a simple grad student. Studying to become a psychiatrist, wanting nothing more than to help people. So all this writing on your arm was a bit distracting. Did your soulmate not know about the bond? Or just not have the time to find paper?
Who knows at this point, right now you were just trying to decipher what all of it was.
Sitting in a coffee shop you stared at your arm. Examining every piece of information. Letting out a huff at the undecipherable letters and numbers, except for the formula ∑=MC^2 which you recognized from senior year physics.
Giving up you clicked the power button on your computer. The screen lighting up before turning back off again. “What the hell?” you mumbled jamming the button a couple of times. “Shit” running your hands through your hair. “No, my resume. I didn’t save it.” groaning to nobody in particular.
“Fear not!” a voice said from beside you. It startling you. “Oh god” holding your hand to your chest. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you” A blonde woman said smiling. “I just saw you having computer troubles and I know my way around a motherboard so may I?” she gestured to your computer.
“Have at it” you pushed it toward her.
Shocked when witnessing her having it up and running within a few clicks. “What? How’d you?” reaching and moving the touch pad. Immediately saving your resume on the page. “Thank you so much! You just saved my future”
“No problem, I’m Penelope by the way” she held a hand out to you. “[F/n]” taking it while introducing yourself. Though her eyes widened at the mathematical equations and information on your arm. “Whoa” she said but soon recognized the handwriting.
“Oh my god you need to come with me!” She began to smile excitedly. “Um okaay?” you said before grabbing your things and following her. Luckily not having any other plans that day.
Not expecting to end up inside the FBI building. “Am I allowed to be in here?” asking while following her through a hallway, to a pair of double glass doors.
“Yes, as long as you’re with me. I think.” Penelope said excitedly.
“Good morning princess” A man said coming over to you both. “Not now chocolate thunder I need to find Reid.” she held a finger to him while passing. “Um ouch” he commented catching up to you “I’m sorry who are you?” smiling at you.
“Uh [F/n], Penelope saved my computer, and told me I had to come with her here now. I’m just as confused as you are” you shrugged and he laughed. “Well that’s Garcia for ya. I’m SSA Derek Morgan, nice to meet you” offering you a hand.
“Likewise” shaking it in return. Walking into the bullpen Penelope yelled “REID!” startling you again. Damn she’s good at that.
A man looked up from his book to see the woman running over to him. “Come here” she pushed him toward you. “[F/n] meet Spencer, Spencer [F/n]” she quickly introduced you.
He smiled at you awkwardly, as you gave a simple “Hi” the other members in the area just watching confused.
“Uhh Garcia what’s going on?” Another blonde haired woman asked from her desk.
“J.J. Shh, [F/n] and Spencer are going to compare arms!” She turned back to the both of you. “COMPARE ARMS!” she yelled.
You pulled up your sleeve to reveal the writing on it. Spencer’s eyes widened before he did the same. “Boom soulmates! You’re welcome” she cheered as everyone, including you and Spencer, just stared shocked.
“Uhh” you said looking down at your arm. “Alright then. Just a few questions. What the hell is going on? What the hell is written on my arm? Are you some kind of Einstein or something? And do you want to get dinner this weekend?” your rapid tone disorienting a few of the profilers.
He processed your words for a moment before answering “Honestly couldn’t tell you. It’s a series of equations used from a case we just solved. I have an eidetic memory but that’s what some people say. And yes I would like to.”
You smiled, “Well glad that’s cleared up”
“I am as well. I look forward to getting to know you better” He smiled. Surprising all of his co-workers with his calmness.
“Did Reid just get a date?” Morgan looked at the other members confused before back at the pair of you. “Oh it’s the end times” Rossi commented before the whole team nodded.
Even a room full of profilers couldn’t decipher what just happened.
What she means:
reid is innocent and he's too pure and gentle to be in prison and he doesn't deserve it and he deserves to be on bail but he's not and it isn't fair and my poor baby needs to be at home with his mother and I'm bawling rn and he's so sweet and innocent and I hate the writers right now I swear if this is Matthew's way of leaving the show I quit an-
“Sorry I’m late, traffic was …” you trail off when you see your team staring at you silently with expecting eyes, “ … killer.” You clear your throat nervously. “What’s up?”
Hotch crosses his arms. “How long did you think you were going to keep this from us?”
You frown. “Keep what?”
JJ closes her eyes and says: “We know about (d/n), (y/n).”
“What we want to know,” Prentiss cuts in, “is why you didn’t tell us.”
Sighing, you sink into your usual chair around the table. After a moment of silence, you look at Reid. “Did you figure it out?”
He opens his mouth to reply when Morgan says: “We all did.”
You nod. “Okay.” Another bout of silence passes through the room as they all look at you expectantly. “I had (d/n) a year and a half ago, before i joined the team. Her father … wasn’t the best man, and I kept her a secret from you guys, I guess because it was easier.
“I never knew that I would grow to think of you guys as my family,” you continue. Garcia smiles at that and takes your hand. “I just didn’t know how to tell you.”
After a couple seconds of silence, Rossi claps his hands together, startling you. “Well, I don’t know about the rest of you, but I want to meet the little (l/n).” The rest of your team chimes in their agreements and you laugh.
“Alright, alright. After this case is over, dinner at my house. Rossi can give us all another cooking lesson.” The older man starts to protest to the others’ cheers and laughs. “Good?” you ask.
“Good.” Garcia smiles and stands up, and Hotch pats your shoulder on the way to his chair.
You hear the door click shut, but don’t turn away from watching the unsub through the glass. “You didn’t have to do that, you know.”
“He threatened you."
"Well, then indirectly.” You turn to face Morgan, who’s crossing his arms over his chest, frustrated. “Bottom line is: He threatened you. ‘You’d be perfect’ is a threat."
You sigh and step up to your friend, placing your hands on his shoulders. "I can protect myself."
Morgan chuckles. "I know that. Doesn’t mean I can’t too."
A moment of silence passes in which the two of you just look at each other.
You both jump when the door to the hallway opens. JJ stands in the doorway, blue eyes passing back and forth between you and Morgan curiously. "Hotch is about to start the briefing.”
Morgan clears his throat and nods, stepping past her and into the hallway. You go to follow, but JJ stops you on the way out.
She smirks at you with one eyebrow quirked knowingly. “Did I just interrupt something?"
Your cheeks flame. "No.” Her smile only grows, and you scurry off down the hall after Morgan.
Summary // You happen to be in Virginia and decide to drop by one tow friends
A/N // So I’ve been slaving away in my room, writing my book for most of this month but NanoWrimo is ending and I’ve almost finished it so I tried to write this in the mean time, I actually want this ro be part of a series but it also works stand-alone.
You smiled as you finally arrived at the floor where
you had intended to go, you had been rather excited to return. It had been ages
since you had been in Virginia and specifically Quantico and also at the BAU.
As you stepped inside the familiar building which felt both like home but a
little odd you were immediately approached by an agent.
“Ma’am, do you have a reason to be here? You can’t
just enter.” You nodded with a small smile and pulled out your badge.
“Is this good enough, I’d hope so or this could
suddenly become really uncomfortable. Either way, I’m just visiting a friend so
don’t worry too much.” The agent inspected your badge and realized it was legit
and if you were working in this department you would actually be his superior
with the rank that was listed.
“Right, right.’’ The agent said a little
uncomfortable and you felt somewhat bad for him, whilst the agent was walking
back to his desk and you slid the badge back in your backpocket you suddenly
heard your name very loudly, you glanced around the room and saw Emily. You two
hadn’t worked together too long but the short time that you did the two of you
formed a rather close friendship and usually called once a week, she would tell
you about the things she had been doing and you would about what you were
doing, whilst you two never said to not talk about work both of you tended to
“Y/N! I didn’t expect to see you here, didn’t you
say you were free?” The two of you hugged quickly and you nodded.
“Yes, never thought I’d find myself in an FBI
building during my free time but my best friend has a high-school reunion close
here along with her parents, I got some friends left so I decided to tag along
with her, she decided to go shopping, my friends weren’t available and I wasn’t
too keen on being dragged around the whole day so I decided to drop by, see you
and the team, I think I know a lot of people here, if they’re still here.” You
said with a little chuckle,
Today was probably the worst day of your life.
You stared down at the small stick in your hands, hoping that maybe if you looked at it long enough, something would change. The two lines became blurry as tears flooded your eyes and ran down your face. This couldn’t be happening.
You and Spencer had only been seeing each other for a few months. You hadn’t even told the team about your relationship, yet. The only people who knew besides the two of you were your mothers. You weren’t ready to tell the team you were together, let alone tell them you were pregnant.
How did this even happen? You were on birth control and he had always used protection. You haven’t even talked about kids yet, and now you were supposed to be having one. You didn’t know what to do, so you called your mom to ask for some advice.
She knew something was wrong as soon as you spoke. Her tone changed from excited to worried as she asked, “(Y/N), sweetie, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” You wanted to tell her no. You wanted to tell her that you were safe, just scared, but the only sounds that you could get out were loud sobs. You finally managed to get out “I’m pregnant.”
Your mom finally got you calmed down. She advised you to just go ahead and tell him, and make a mutual decision after discussing the situation. So, that’s what you did. You invited Spencer over for dinner and everything turned out really nice. Your nerves were bad, but not as bad as you thought they’d be (not until dinner was over and it was time to tell him, anyway).
The two of you were laying on the couch, your back pressed against the soft fabric, your head on his chest and your arm across his stomach. You let out a shaky breath, which caught his attention. He looked down at you and pushed his eyebrows together with worry, “Are you okay, babe?” He asked. You closed your eyes and sat up a bit, “Actually, I need to talk to you about something.”
You studied his body language. He tensed up a bit and his eyes began to fill with worry and fear. He slowly sat up so the two of your were facing each other on the couch. You decided to just say it - like ripping a bandaid off of a healed wound. “I’m pregnant.” Without missing a beat he asked, “When did you find out?”
You tried to avoid eye contact as you said, “This morning. If you don’t want to keep it, or me, I understand. If you don’t want to tell anyone, I understand. I have no idea how this happened, and Spencer, I’m so sorry.” You could hear your voice breaking and you couldn’t hold back the tears that began spilling from your (y/e/c) eyes.
It only took a couple of minutes before Spencer pulled you into his arms, whispering sweet things in your ear until you calmed down. “I’m not leaving you or our baby. This wasn’t planned, but I’m not upset at all. We can tell people whenever you’re ready, it’s okay, (Y/N). I love you.”
A couple weeks later, you told the team, and a week after that you told the world through social media. A few months later, you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, and it’s been a few years but now your family is still as happy as it was before, it’s just a little bigger now.
Hey, guys! This is absolute trash but I haven’t posted a request in so long and I know it’s frustrating. Hopefully you enjoy this!!
Derek Morgan wakes up slowly at the sound of JJ’s voice and her hand hitting his shoulder. His eyes squint around the bright light of the jet. “Hm? ”
“We’re hope,” she replies, smiling. “And look.”
He follows her line of sight to see Reid and (y/n) curled up together under a blanket on two of the seats. Chuckling a little bit, he sits up and pulls out his phone. “I knew it.”
JJ grins. “I already send a picture to Garcia, if that’s what you’re about to do.”
Morgan smiles back at her. “Perfect.”
“Good morning everyone,” you greet cheerily, walking into the conference room behind Reid.
Reid stops walking, and you almost run into him, stopping behind him just in time. His eyes are furrowed in confusion, and you follow his gaze to see the rest of the team smiling suspiciously at the both of you. “What’s going on?” Reid asks.
“Oh, nothing.” Prentiss says. “Just a couple of pictures of the two of you sleeping on the jet.”
You can feel your face flush with embarrassment, and Reid’s ears turn red. “Shut up.”
They all begin to laugh, and you rush over to your seat at the table, plopping down quickly and hiding your face in a file. This is going to be a long day.