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emilyprsblog · 4 months

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A new shade of red

tw: severe self harm, implied suicide, tears (everyone’s crying)

summary: the team finds hotchniss’ daughter, lola, at her most vulnerable

wc: 2k

chapter: one | two

Emily couldn’t stop thinking about all the teams’ voices overlapping, their tones absolutely terrified as they panicked. In just a few short minutes, all their lives would be changed forever. Emily��s life as a mom would change, Aaron’s life as a dad would change. Their usual worries would be something else entirely.

“Hey, has anyone seen Lola?” Emily asked, her heart slightly racing as she looked at her team and her husband at the table, the volume in the room fading as they looked at Emily.

“I think she said she was going to the bathroom.” JJ answered, noticing Emily’s slightly wide eyes as she stood in front of them. The dark haired woman turned around, rushing down the hall to the bathroom, leaving the team looking at each other with frowns, confusion making it hard to resume talking about what they were just seconds ago.

JJ stood up, giving the team a small smile as she, too, walked down the hall, seeing Emily knocking rapidly on the bathroom door.

“Lola?” Four more knocks. Nothing. “Honey, you’ve been in there for a long time now.” JJ just watched as Emily breathed heavily, not being able to stand completely still. “Lola?” Two more knocks. Nothing.

Emily turned around, looking at JJ with a frown, her hands on her waist as she bit her lower lip. JJ looked at her with soft, slightly wide eyes. Emily exhaled.

“JJ, I…” It sounded like she swallowed a cry. “I need you to get Aaron here.” JJ heard the desperation in her friend’s voice and she nodded, hurrying to get him. Emily stayed there, continuing to knock, telling herself that her thoughts were wrong. That this wasn’t really happening.

After moments, that felt far too long, her husband was by her side, asking if she was okay.

“I’m fine, I just… you need to get in there.” Emily tried to open the door, mentally telling herself that maybe it would magically open. Aaron looked at his wife, seeing her eyes shining with slight tears. Her voice was laced with concern and her breaths were short. “Aaron, right now. Open the door. I don’t care how you do it, just get it open.” Her words were hurried and she got a glance of JJ fidgeting with her fingers, her eyes unsure.

Aaron grabbed the handle, crashing the side of his body to the door over and over again. It felt like forever until the door finally opened and Aaron was not at all nearly prepared for the sight he was exposed to. There she was, his 15 year old daughter, blood covering her whole arm, her clothes and the floor. He opened his mouth in a silent gasp as he rushed to her side, horrified by how pale she was. Emily and JJ caught sight of the situation and their hearts hurt as they saw Aaron try to talk Lola back to consciousness. Emily covered her mouth, tears burning in her eyes the second her palm touched her skin. JJ was right behind her, tears watering in her eyes too as she fumbled to get her phone from her pocket. The seconds felt too many as her shaky hands failed her.

“One of you has to call an ambulance, right now.” Aaron barked, cupping his hands over Lola’s arm, trying desperately to stop the bleeding.

“I am. I am.” JJ’s voice trembled and she let out a relieved breath when she finally grabbed her phone, dialing 911. She grabbed Emily who had began depending on the wall as to not fall. Emily’s knees were weak and her body felt heavy as she felt an arm around her waist, pulling her away from the scene. Away from the image that was going to haunt her for years to come.

“How long, JJ?” The blonde heard Aaron ask.

“I don’t know. I’m trying to find out.” She inhaled, trying her best to comfort Emily who was seconds away from collapsing.

“Get me a first aid kit.” JJ didn’t know what to do. Her arm was beginning to hurt from trying to hold up Emily and her heart hurt as she couldn’t stop thinking about what was happening just a wall away. She couldn’t hear what the woman on the phone way saying, not clearly. She felt her lips move but she didn’t hear herself. She heard something that sounded like they were going to be there as fast as they could. JJ heard herself mutter a ‘thank you’ as she looked around for a first aid kit. She searched high up, seeing the green box she was looking for on a shelf. She reached up, her breaths uneven.

As soon as Aaron got a hold of the box, he immediately got to work, bandaging up his daughter’s arm, his chest hurting as he looked at his little girl, her face pale and head heavy.

“Lola, honey. I need you to look at me.” He said, slightly panicking as the blood seeped through the bandage. “Lola. Look at me.” His brown eyes met Lola’s dark ones. “Good. Keep looking at me.” He nodded, glancing at JJ who was barely visible behind the doorway. “JJ, get Rossi in here. You need to take care of Emily right now.” Aaron shouted, not sure if JJ even heard him through Emily’s sobs. There was no answer, but moments later, he heard hurrying footsteps and then David talking to the operator on JJ’s phone. Aaron exhaled, keeping light pressure on the bandage.

Without the phone in hand, JJ could finally keep her focus on Emily who was completely destroyed. In the corner of her eye, she saw Spencer rush in.

When Emily tried to go into the bathroom, JJ gripped her even tighter, keeping her away from the bathroom.

“No, no, no. Emily. Emily.” JJ softly spoke, her voice trembling as she lead the brunette out to the hall. Emily leaned against the wall, hyperventilating as she slid down to the ground. JJ was right beside her, usually comforting words coming from her lips as her throat began to close up. They didn’t help much now. “Emily.” Her sobs were too loud. JJ placed her hands on Emily’s cheeks, caressing as she tried to initiate eye contact. “Emily, breathe. Emily. Emily. Look at me.” Emily looked up, her eyes having a certain heartbreak JJ had never seen before. Her feelings were overwhelming. “It’s going to be okay.” JJ nodded, Emily looked down, taking a short breath. “Look at me. Breathe.” Emily looked up again, her brown eyes staying on JJ’s blue ones.

“She looked like she was dead, JJ.” Emily was hysterical. The sentence made the blonde’s heart hurt.

“No, no, no. She’s not. She’s not dead. She’s not.” Emily just continued sobbing, placing her own hands over JJ’s.

“I can’t lose her. I ca—“ A sharp breath. “I can’t lose her, JJ. She’s my Lola. She’s my—“

“You won’t. They’re all helping her right now and an ambulance is coming. You will not lose her.” JJ heard her name being shouted and she panicked, not knowing what to focus on. She quickly ran to the bathroom again, seeing Spencer in the doorway, looking at the scene with wide eyes. Quickly, she took a hold of his arms, looking into his eyes as she told him to go to Emily. He nodded, running out to the hall. JJ exhaled as she rushed into the bathroom, seeing Lola’ scared eyes. JJ knew what the teenager needed.

Kneeling down, JJ placed her hands on Lola’s cheeks, looking into her misty eyes. The blonde tried her best to ignore just how much blood Lola was losing.

“Stay awake, Lola.” JJ chanted when she saw how Lola’s eyes began to slowly flutter closed. “Look at me. Stay awake.” JJ felt Lola grip her arm, blood smearing on her pale skin. There wasn’t much more they could do than internally pray that Lola was going to be okay. Aaron had bandaged her arm and was keeping pressure on it. David had finished talking to the operator and now all they had to wait. It was the longest 10 minutes of her life. The longest 10 minutes of all their lives.

JJ’s eyes widened when Lola’s eyes closed completely. She lightly slapped her cheeks, chanting over and over again that Lola had to stay awake.

“No, no, no.” Her heart picked up speed for the thousandth time that night. “Lola. Lola. Lola. Open your eyes. Lola.” JJ teared up, she had never felt so hopeless and useless in her life. “Look at me.” The teenager suddenly opened her eyes, and JJ nodded in encouragement, never stopped looking into her eyes.

Lola’s vision was blurry when she opened her eyes. Her head was pounding and her ears were ringing. It took a while for her to realize who was in front of her. Her eyes finally focused after a while, seeing JJ looking at her with tears in her eyes. She felt the blonde’s hands on her cheeks, caressing lovingly, but Lola also felt how much they were trembling. Using all the little strength she had left, Lola weakly grabbed JJ’s hand, wanting her soft skin to be the last thing she felt, instead of her own blood, before she died. A few beats and everything went black.

Now, as Emily sat in the hospital with the entire team there, no one speaking, she could not shake the thoughts of having to prepare to come home without her daughter. Having to tell Jack that his little sister had killed herself. She wouldn’t ever survive that. None of them would.

Emily closed her eyes, trying to get the thoughts to go away. She exhaled, gently squeezing JJ’s hand. The blonde hadn’t left Emily’s side since they arrived at the hospital.

Sitting in the waiting room was almost, selfishly, as bad as seeing her daughter on the floor. All the quiet, all the time to think about how long her daughter had been doing this. Emily didn’t miss the faint scars on her arms from what seemed like months prior to this. She didn’t know how they had missed it. Didn’t understand how Lola was in so much pain and they hadn’t seen it.

Emily felt a gentle squeeze back, but this time, it meant something more than comfort. Emily looked up, seeing a doctor walking towards her. She held her breath, putting her free hand where JJ and her were already holding hands, looking at the doctor with expectant eyes.

“Emily, is it?” Emily nodded, seeing Aaron come back from the bathroom. He hurried to Emily’s side when he saw the doctor. “We’ve moved your daughter to a ward.” The woman started. Aaron sat down next to his wife, Emily placing her head on his shoulder as they listened to the doctor, her hands still holding JJ’s tightly. “She’s just come out of surgery. She’ll need to be reviewed by psychiatry tomorrow morning.”

“Is she going to be okay, then?” Aaron asked, his voice hoarse and exhausted. Emily felt the way he sounded.

“We’ll know more tomorrow.” The doctor gave a comforting smile. “Do you want to see her?” Emily and Aaron both immediately nodded. Emily turned to JJ, giving her a small smile before she let go of her hand, feeling a small bit of emptiness at the loss of contact. Aaron placed his arm around Emily’s waist, both of them slightly shaking with nervousness as they followed the doctor down door after door.

Tears burned in Emily’s time again when she saw her daughter on the hospital bed. Seeing Lola so small and vulnerable, with a bandage covering her arm, made Emily quietly gasp. She was afraid she would never stop crying.

Aaron didn’t know what to feel. He didn’t know what to do. He was mad at himself for not noticing just how much his own daughter was suffering. He was sad for not noticing how much his own daughter was suffering. At the same time, he felt numb. The feeling of his daughter’s blood in his hands made him feel so many overwhelming feelings, but he felt numb at the same time.

Two chairs were placed next to the bed and the parents hesitantly sat down, looking at their daughter who was asleep. Emily grabbed her hand, caressing it and saw how many scars Lola had on her arms. Emily quietly whimpered and felt Aaron take Lola’s hand as well. She looked at him. The love of her life, and saw how much he was hurting too. She placed her free hand on his cheek, caressing it as a tear rolled down his cheek. Her thumb delicately brushed it away. She wanted to say something. But she didn’t know what. What are you supposed to say when your daughter slits her wrists?

“She’ll be okay.” Emily ended up saying. She wanted to take it back the second she began the sentence. Aaron said nothing, he just looked down at their hands. “Aaron, honey? Are you listening to me?” Her voice was gentle. “She’s going to be okay.” She didn’t know why she said it again. Aaron nodded, a slight, obviously unsure nod. “Honey… look at me.” He did and when he raised his head, Emily saw how much Aaron seemed to just want to cry. Let it out. Emily prayed that he wouldn’t keep this in until he eventually broke.

Aaron stared at what could’ve been Emily’s face, but she was too good of a profiler to see that his eyes were resting at a spot just past her ear. Silence for a moment and Emily was afraid that she was going to have to beg him to talk.

“… I should have noticed.” The words came so unexpectedly that Emily barely registered what he said. She blinked.

“Aaron…” Emily cooed.

“We’re profilers.” He scoffed, his shiny gaze slipping back to their hands. “We’re parents. I missed it.”

“We all did.” Emily spoke. It was true. It was most likely hopeful ignorance, denial. They had all noticed that something was off but they hadn’t given her more than invitations to talk. Aaron, at least, didn’t want to believe that it was anything too serious. He didn’t like to think of his children in pain, and he’d prefer to manipulate himself than to try and fix it. The guilt made him feel nauseous.

“I thought that after Reid, I would notice things like this. Notice if people weren’t okay and be able to keep a close eye on things.”

“She hid it well.” Emily spoke, voice unsure. The words were for her own benefit as well.

“Did she?” Aaron asked, his voice cracking in the slightest way as he looked up at his wife, seeing her hesitant facial expression. Emily didn’t know what to say, so she swallowed the thick feeling in her throat, looking at her daughter again.

Hours went by and the parents were asleep. Emily was still holding her daughter’s hand, leaning her head on her husband’s shoulder. Aaron kept a hand around her as he leaned his head on hers.

Lola heard soft snores coming from somewhere. It took a moment for her eyes to relax at the harsh light that shone from the ceiling. She swallowed, her throat dry and sore. As soon as she noticed her parents, she felt claustrophobic in her body. She couldn’t quite move. She could wiggle her toes slightly and after a beat, she recognized her mother’s hand in her own. Mustering up strength, she squeezed slightly. The way her mother immediately woke up made Lola feel guilty.

“…Hi, baby.” Emily smiled, leaning closer to kiss Lola’s hand. Aaron also woke up when he heard Emily’s voice, looking at his daughter with so much sadness.

Lola looked at her parents for a moment before she turned her head as much as she could the other way, her feelings and memories catching up to her and she began to cry. Her face contorted into the most heartbreaking frown that made Emily’s heart hurt. She leaned closer, cooing.

“Hey…” She whispered, squeezing Lola’s hand tighter. “Hey, honey.” When Lola began quietly sobbing, Emily hushed her. Aaron took her hand over Emily’s.

“I’m so sorry.” Lola whimpered, her chest hurting at all her family’s faces. The way JJ looked at her before she had passed out made its way to her mind.

“No, Lola. Don’t apologize.” Aaron spoke, voice gentle as he too, leaned closer.

“I’m so sorry.” Lola continued, feeling so utterly humiliated and embarrassed. She felt guilty for scaring everyone, and she did it all for nothing. It didn’t even work. She was still here.

“Sweetheart, listen to me.” Emily spoke. Lola turned her head, looking at her parents who seemed to do everything not to break down. “You have nothing to be sorry for. It is not your fault that you’re hurting, okay?” Lola still felt guilty, but she nodded, not wanting her parents to worry anymore. Although, she doubted they would ever stop worrying. They would never trust her to be alone again. She closed her eyes, wanting the ground to just swallow her whole. “We are here for you. Me, your dad, the entire team too. We love you so much, baby.” Lola swallowed her sobs, wanting to ask a question.

“Are you mad at me?” She whispered, her voice trembling. “Is the team mad at me?”

“No, no, no.” Emily shook her head, the concerned frown on her face that she so often had.

“No one is mad at you.” Aaron spoke. “No one. We’re worried, honey. We all love you and we care about you.”

“I’m sorry.” Lola spoke, she couldn’t ever apologize enough for hurting everyone like she did. Emily shook her head, her eyes soft.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

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marril96 · 4 days

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Set in 11.07. Spencer tells Alison about his mom's worsening condition.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #cm #cmedit #criminalmindsedit #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid x ofc #criminal minds oc #criminal minds ofc #spencer x alison #au #my art #edit

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thatmagickjuju · 22 days

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THE VICIOUS CYCLE OC INTRODUCTIONS

Emilia Moretti - BAU Special Agent (rachel weisz) Dr. Christina Singh - BAU Medical Examiner (olivia munn) Noah Matthews - BAU Federal Attorney (john krasinski)

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wheelsup30 · 18 days

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Marcus 'Mark' Hotchner intro post (oc)

Profile:

Age: 33

Bi king but professional fumbler

Middle brother of Sean and Aaron Hotchner

Absolute sopping wet cat of a man

The family disappointment

College drop out that now works as a small time boxer

Functioning alcoholic

FC: Peter Gadiot (mostly queen of the south and yellowjackets)

Intro scene:

"Hotch-" JJ whispers in shock as Aaron pulls open the door of the station's holding cell, striding in and grabbing the shoulder of the sleeping man inside, forcing him to sit up.

"Marcus." He hisses as the younger man wakes up, and that's when it hits everyone...he's a Hotchner.

"Oh...hey Ronny..." The younger man mumbles, earning a disgusted look as he giggles and leans on his older brother's shoulder. The team are awkwardly quiet as they watch the two reunite with building tension. Aaron looked angry, more angry than they'd seen him with Sean in the past, they figured that was probably why they hadn't heard about Mark before.

Hotch pulls him to stand up, steadying him as he interrogates him on what the hell he's doing so far out of state and how he ended up blackout drunk in the police station. That's when he begins berating him too, scolding him over how this many drunk and disorderlies will look on his criminal record.

Mark's words slur and he sways slightly once he gets the chance to respond, the signature Hotchner glare in his eyes. "What are you gonna do, Aaron? Arrest me?"

If there was ever a moment to deem as famous last words. That was probably it.

Aaron does indeed put handcuffs on him, and (with permission from the police chief) has JJ help get him from the station to the back of the black SUV with a bottle of water and locked doors, intending to sober him up and leave him in the hotel room come lunchtime.

Spencer peers at him from where he's standing with Derek and Emily, the tinted window of the back of the car slightly obscuring Marcus' scowl. "He stinks of alcohol, but he's not dirty...and he certainly looks rough, but his clothes are relatively new, so either he fell off the wagon recently, or..."

"Or, he's a functioning alcoholic, well done, you're profilers." Rossi interrupts in an entirely unamused tone. "Now once you're done gawking at him, can you come work this case?"

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His pinterest board: x

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serendipdipity01 · 6 months

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Read This OMG

okay so i was on wattpad for reasons and i discovered this book called mastermind. it doubles as a spencer reid and aaron hotchner fic, with two ocs who are medical experts. the oc paired with spencer is like him and has sort of trauma?!?! and then the one with hotch is just so freaking mysterious.

anyways, i think the author is just amazing, i’ll tag them below with the link. but y’all should check it out!!! @p0isonyouth

#fanfiction #wattpad #enemies to lovers #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid oc #oc #criminal minds #criminal minds oc #aaron hotch #hotch #hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #hotch x reader

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whimsicalangst · 1 year

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*.:｡ if I was a character in criminal minds ｡: . *

☆ I literally have a whole traumatic backstory for my fake character too lol- she worked for the CAC unit before being recruited to the BAU in like season 5 s she’s a later character ofc☆

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0and0its0doctor0 · 10 months

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I won't let go

Aaron Hotchner x Fem! Reader

Summary: You wake up thinking everything is perfect. In reality you've been stabbed.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, getting stabbed, hella angst.

Word count: 593

The sun was warm on your skin, you could hear birds chirping in the distance and feel the soft grass under your palms. You blinked your eyes open slowly looking up at the clouds. How did everything get to be so perfect? You sat up slowly and let out a content sigh. The only thing that would make this better was if Aaron was sitting by your side. Speaking of Aaron, where was he? Where were you? When you looked around all you could see was trees, a small pond in the distance. You heard your name called out and turned to see Aaron standing there. He was smiling and looking incredibly handsome. You walked towards him but as you got closer it seemed like he was moving farther away. “Aaron what are you doing?” You called out and he simply smiled, holding out his hand for him to grab. “Come on baby, you can make it.” He kept his hand held out and you picked up your pace, almost running.

Your hand finally grasped his but it slipped, his hand was wet. You looked down at your hand and noticed it was covered in blood. Both his hands were covered in blood as they reached for you but he was still smiling. “What’s wrong, are you hurt?” You questioned. “Marry me.” He said happily. “Where is this blood coming from Aaron.” You were starting to panic. You looked down to see yourself in a wedding dress. “What the?” You took a step back from Aaron who was in a tuxedo still holding out his bloody hands. When you tried to grab his hand it kept slipping from your grasp. You noticed a red spot starting to blossom on your abdomen soaking through the white dress you were wearing. “Come on baby.” Aaron said, standing there reaching for you.

You were going to speak but it felt like someone was crushing your chest every time you opened your mouth and all you could do was gasp for air. The bright blue sky was turning dark and the sun was fading. You were cold. There was no more warmth on your skin. “Aaron!” You called out frantically reaching for him. Everytime you grabbed his hand a shock ran through your body. The beautiful world you were just in was crumbling down around you.

“I think we got her back.” A voice spoke out in the distance. You turned to try to see who said that. It wasn’t Aaron. “Come on, open those pretty eyes for me.” That was Aaron. He sounded scared. You slowly managed to blink your eyes open. His bloody hand was clutched in yours. “Thank god.” He said as you looked over at him. You looked down to see a paramedic replacing the blood soaked gauze on your stomach. Then it all came rushing back to you. The unsub stabbing you in the abdomen before Aaron shot him dead. You looked over at Aaron and tried to speak but the oxygen mask on your face was making it hard. “No it’s okay don’t say anything. Just try to relax.” He had tears on his cheeks. You weakly clutched his hand and tried your hardest to do as he said. You didn’t want to disappoint him. But damn it hurt. He leaned forward and kissed you, his beard tickling your face made you smile the best you could. No matter how hard you fought you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. He called out your name as you slipped into the darkness.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds gen fic #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotch hotchner #criminal minds angst #ssa aaron hotchner #hotch x reader #aaron hotch fic #hotch x you #aaron hotch imagine #hotch #angst #criminal minds oc #criminal minds fic

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daughter-of-melpomene · 1 month

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𝐑𝐄-𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆… 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑

❝ Eddie Baker’s first encounter with a criminal was indirect. He was nine years old, and had come home from school eager to show his parents the math test he had aced, only to find his mother sobbing at the kitchen table and be told that his aunt had been killed by a mugger who had attempted to steal her purse. Eddie had never been that close to his aunt - she loved her sister, his mother, but had never really liked kids - but seeing his mother so broken because of something someone else had done had ignited a fire inside of him, a desire to one day get a job that would help make people who would do such horrible things pay for what they had done.

As Eddie grew older and his home life grew worse, that fire inside of him had steadily flared brighter and brighter. As his mother spiralled deeper and deeper into her grief over her lost sister, turning to alcohol to numb her pain, and his father had completely burned himself out trying to take care of two people at once and earn enough money to pay the bills, the young boy swore to himself that even if he couldn’t make the man who’d killed his aunt and caused all this misery (who’d never been caught by the police since the only witness to the crime was dead) pay for what he’d done, he would one day spend his entire life putting away anyone else who would do anything similar.

Eventually, Eddie fulfilled his promise to himself, getting a job at the FBI and working his way into a good position in the Critical Incident Response Group. He thrived in this job, treating every single case like it was the most important one he would ever work and revelling in the fact that he got to send some of his country’s worst off to prison where they belonged. He’d never exactly meant to make work his whole life, but he’d never really had any friends and his only hobby was tending to the many plants in his apartment - there had never really been a chance for him to have anyone in his life.

Until Eddie is required to correspond with the Behavioural Analysis Unit for a case, and quickly makes friends with the crazy, chaotic found family that is this team. Though Eddie likes his position in the FBI too much to even consider transferring to the BAU, he genuinely appreciates and cares about every member of that team, relishing his friendships with all of them for bringing some genuine happiness into his work-centred life.

And if he has started to have feelings for Aaron Hotchner, the stoic and courageous leader of the BAU team… well, Hotch is married with a kid and will never return Eddie’s feelings, but that’s fine. Eddie can endure this stupid little crush until it goes away, can’t he? ❞

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uranometrias · 9 days

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girlll where do you write your spencer x oc series at ?? i wanna read it 🤍

i’m so glad you asked me this cause it’s given me the liberty to talk about this fic a little bit. // it’s called “somewhere only we know” and it’s being published on wattpad!!!

avanie ^^ my oc, joins the bureau initially as a consultant on a case. they’re seeing a resurgence of kidnappings by little girls after 11 years && avanie was a victim of the same serial kidnapper, who basically was taking girls to marry them!

avanie & spencer are literally the slowest of slow burns (not really expressing romantic feelings for one another until like season 6! there’s also some oc’s that make up the forensics unit of the FBI && there’s a playful rivalry between the BAU and the FIU (forensics investigation unit) \

I just love them so much!

like LOOK at them (also feel free to ask any questions about her && this story!! it’s so special to me!)

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ro-presents-under-the-nola-stars · 6 months

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[ORIGINAL POST HERE]

(CRIMINAL MINDS FIC) JENNIFER “JJ” JAREAU x JASIRA BOUDREAUX

RATED R

CANON DIVERGENT ALTERNATE UNIVERSE FIC

While in New Orleans, having just wrapped up a case and unwinding with her team, Jennifer “JJ” Jareau sets sights on a young woman that she finds herself completely enthralled by. Seeking her out whilst hoping for a hook up, JJ gets lucky, but soon realizes that the connection between them is so much stronger than that of a one night stand.

This is the love story of Jennifer Jareau and Jasira Boudreaux.

A space to say something or ask questions to either myself or one of the characters.

GUIDELINES HERE

HERE

AFTER JONES: A NIGHT IN THE CITY

PG-13

crude language. alcohol consumption. lustful thoughts, intentions and brief sexual tension, smut, vaginal fingering (jasira receiving), slight public displays of sexuality (provocative dancing as well as sex in a dark alley) and mentions of scissoring. implied sex under the influence. alcohol consumption. mentions of grooming, inappropriate age gaps, past domestic abuse and abuse of a minor, stalking, violation of a court order. mentions of violence and racism, such as lynchings/hate crimes, racially motivated police incompentence/neglect. mentions of a serial killer (referencing the Jones killer). mentions of a character disappearance. vague mentions of child neglect, parental abandonment and character suicide.

It's been a long week. The team had just wrapped the Jones case, and JJ could finally be free from Detective Lamontagne's excessive and unprofessional flirting. She wants nothing more than to get back home and enjoy a few days off, but when she checks in with the pilot so the team can get back to Quantico, she's informed that there are engine troubles and there are currently no other jets available. Upon breaking the news to her team, Derek and Emily are overjoyed by the guaranteed vacation time and suggest a night on the town. While out having fun with her team, JJ spots Jasira Boudreaux, a stunning young dancer with a bit of a bit of a troubled past and colorful upbringing, and feels her world fall away. Completely entranced by her and only her, JJ awaits the perfect moment to introduce herself to the beautiful young lady. Upon meeting, the two of them hit it off and JJ spends the night with her. But, when the morning comes— rather than being regretful, both women find that they don't want their time together to end.

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

LONG DISTANCE: KISS ME THRU THE PHONE

crude language, discussion of past domestic violence, grooming, sexual assault, stalking, threats, anxiety, PTSD, racism, racially motivated police neglect, discussion of violence between children, sexism and misogyny, sexual harassment in the workplace, unprofessionalism, mentions of serial killing and gore, vague implications of racism, alcohol consumption.

After the one night stand, JJ stews in her feelings, reminiscing on the one night stand and contemplating upon whether or not she should pursue the connection further. After a few days, she decides to give Jasira a call, but it doesn't go the way she hopes. Rather than being discouraged, it fuels BJ's desire to pursue her. When the two connect, it's a clear that desire to move forward is shared. Quickly, the two become very consistent pieces of each other's days to day lives despite their distance. As they talk on the phone more and more, both women become more and more attached to one another.

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

Ten Days in DC

Rated R

crude language, alcohol consumption, unsafe operation of a vehicle.. weapons (guns and knives) mentions of tension between law enforcement and civilians, implied racial tension, racism, homophobia. body and gender dysmorphia. anxiety meltdowns, angry outbursts, trauma triggering, PTSD,, trauma response. discussion of past domestic violence (strangulation), grooming, inappropriate age gap, sexual assault. mentions of child abduction, molestation and attempted murder (seven seconds case mention). mentions of parental abandonment and neglect. vague depictions of sexuality and sensuality (such as seductive dancing in public, making out in public, groping and general PDA). smut (such as sex under the influence, car sex, vaginal fingering (jasira recieving), oral sex (jj receiving), scissoring/tribbing, titty sucking).

After about two and a half months of constantly talking on the phone and skyping, the time has come for the two women to meet only for the second time. Deciding to stay with JJ in her apartment during the duration of her stay in Washington DC, for Jasira, this is a make or break trip. She's determined to truly get to know the quiet girl she's been spending all her time talking to these past couple months. Ten days living with her gives her true insight about who Jennifer Jareau is, what her life is like and what it would be like if this relationship blossomed beyond their casual courtship. Is this a lifestyle Jasira can be okay with?

CHAPTER ONE: part one | part two

CHAPTER TWO

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summary: emily comes home to her girlfriend after a case

tw: implied self harm scars (very brief, blink and you’ll miss it)

wc: 1k

note: sorry for any mistakes! <3 also, comments and thoughts are very much appreciated <3

Emily had been through more than most people could even begin imagine. As an FBI agent, she had seen the darkest sides of humanity, witnessed evil and violence, and put her own life on the line countless times. But amidst all the chaos and danger, there was one person who brought light and love into her life – her girlfriend, Pamela.

She was younger than Emily, a small age gap in their relationship, but they didn’t think much of it. What mattered to them was the deep, real connection they shared, the love and understanding that flowed and blossomed between them effortlessly every day.

Emily had just returned from a long and difficult case, and as she walked into her apartment, she couldn't wait to see her favorite person.

When she opened the door, she was immediately welcomed by the nice smell of food and the safe smell of their shared home. Calm background music made its way into her ears.

“Honey, I’m home!” Emily called out, placing her bags on the floor with a relieved sigh, deciding to deal with them later. All she wanted right now was to be with her girlfriend.

“In the kitchen, sweetheart.” She heard Pamela reply back. Oh, how she had missed that British accent. It made Emily’s heart flutter and she almost rushed to the kitchen.

As Emily entered the kitchen, she couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of her. Pamela was wearing one of her FBI hoodies, her blonde, long hair pulled back into a messy bun, and she was covered in flour as she kneaded dough for homemade pizzas.

“Hey.” Emily smiled, wrapping her arms around Pamela’s middle, kissing her neck. The blonde let out a chuckle, turning around in Emily’s arms. As soon as Emily saw her beautiful smile, she felt like she could breathe properly again. Every troubling thought vanished. Pamela was quick to embrace her girlfriend, caressing her back and her hair and breathing in her perfume.

“Hi, my beautiful Emily.” Pamela gently spoke, squeezing Emily for a few more moments until they both gently pulled away. Pamela placed her hands on Emily’s cheeks, caressing lovingly as she stared into her brown eyes. She smiled before pecking Emily’s red lips, a lot of times, and then she pulled away completely when she couldn’t stop smiling.

“I’ve missed you.” Emily’s voice was so full of love, her hands still on Pamela’s waist.

“I’ve missed you too. So, so much.” Pamela pecked her lips one more time before she removed her hands from Emily’s cheeks, seeing the flour remaining where her hands had been. “Sorry.” She chuckled. “I got flour on you.”

“No, don’t be silly.” Emily brushed a stray hair from Pamela’s face before she brushed off her own cheeks, the white powder disappearing. “Is it gone?” Emily asked. Pamela nodded, Emily kissing her slightly scarred wrist. Understanding her intention, Pamela gave Emily a smile before she carefully turned around as Emily wrapped her arms completely around her waist, watching in comfortable silence for a while as Pamela worked her magic.

Emily was grateful that at least one of them knew how to cook. Pamela just so happened to be a chef and food was something she was incredibly passionate about. Emily was the complete opposite, but she had learnt a few, easy recipes with the help of her girlfriend.

Emily asked if she could help, of course, but they both knew that wouldn’t end well and now was a special occasion, so Pamela kindly declined. Emily was more than okay with that and she settled for hugging Pamela from behind, peppering loving, gentle kisses on her shoulders and her neck. They were so in love with each other, it almost physically hurt.

Once the pizzas were done, they poured themselves some wine and made themselves cozy on the couch. Emily felt a sense of calm wash over her as she sat down next to her girlfriend. They put on a show they had been watching together lately and they clinked their glasses together before taking a sip.

Emily took a bite of her pizza and couldn’t help but let a moan slip out at the delicious flavors. She closed her eyes for a second, only now realizing how hungry she was.

“Good?” Pamela asked with a smirk, taking a bite of her own.

“Amazing,” Emily replied, a glint of happiness in her eyes as she opened them. “but what else can I expect from a world-class chef?”

Pamela laughed and leaned into Emily as they watched TV. Emily couldn't believe how much she had missed this – spending quiet evenings at home with her girlfriend, just enjoying each other's company. As Emily glanced at Pamela, she felt so immensely grateful for this moment, for this sense of normalcy and calm that Pamela brought into her life every day.

As they ate, they talked, topic after topic flying around. It was easy to talk to Pamela, and Emily loved how Pamela’s expressions were almost animated. Every emotion Pamela felt really settled into her features in such a beautiful way. Emily found herself just staring at Pamela sometimes, her brown eyes traveling over the blonde’s features as she spoke.

After they ate, Emily complimenting Pamela’s cooking talents many times, the older woman rested her head in Pamela’s lap, savoring the feeling of Pamela’s fingers gently massaging her tense shoulders. Emily closed her eyes as Pamela ran her hands through the soft locks, the sound of the TV a nice background noise. Emily felt so very at peace in that moment.

At one point, they shifted positions and ended up with Pamela practically on top of Emily, her head resting comfortably on Emily’s chest as she held her around her waist, a warm blanket covering their bodies.

They stayed like that and now it was Emily’s turn to brush through Pamela’s hair. It was silky, soft and curly. Emily loved Pamela’s hair.

Looking down at one point, Emily noticed that Pamela had fallen asleep, her mouth slightly open and Emily’s heart swelled at her peaceful expression. She resisted squeezing Pamela tight, feeling a surge of love for the young woman in her arms. Emily silently admired Pamela’s beautiful features, illuminated by the soft glow of the TV.

Smiling a little, Emily snuck a picture of Pamela and she really felt so very grateful for her. She couldn’t help but think this was what true love felt like – gentle, pure and safe. With Pamela, Emily could be herself, let go of her fears and insecurities, and simply just be. She would forever be grateful for her Pamela.

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