BABY, NOTHING COMES FOR FREE
“The number of pathogens passed between a single handshake is staggering,” the agent says a touch too eagerly, “it’s actually safer to kiss.” Roselyn’s carefully poised neutrality curdles in disgust; she rips her hand back to her side as though tearing herself away from the burn of a candle. “I beg your pardon?”
to roselyn prosser, the concept of the 'true self' is a convenient fiction, one that can easily be rewritten depending on the narrative. she's learned to put up several thousand fronts, to rely on herself, and to never trust anyone with the pieces she keeps most private. what she doesn't understand is how one spencer reid keeps chipping through every last facade.
contents: enemies to lovers, misunderstandings, avoidant attachment, emotional suppression, grief, canon-typical violence, canon-typical misogyny, parental issues, eventual mutual pining, eventual relationship, fluff and angst, MC is an ex ballet kid and this will come up more than you expect.
about the series: this is an oc x canon series, but most instalments will be adapted into an x reader format; for the instalments that can be adapted, i will be posting the x reader variants on tumblr and putting the oc variants on ao3. for the instalments that are too specific to fit an x reader format, i will post on both tumblr and ao3 under the oc x canon tag. this is just to prevent me from clogging the tags with two variants of the same fic.
♟ = reader compatible | ♛ = main series | ♥ = fluff | ♠ = angst |
vice virtuoso | ♛ ♠
on roselyn's first day at the BAU, she is determined to make an air-tight first impression. the irritatingly successful doctor reid seems determined to poke holes in every impression she makes.
