#emily is sleep deprived
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JJ: Emily, are you high?
Emily *hasn’t slept in 4 days and is running entirely off of caffeine and gummy bears*: Am I what?
JJ: High.
Emily:
Emily: Hi 🙃
#chaoticbau#criminal minds#emily prentiss#jennifer jareau#cm#jemily#incorrect criminal minds#incorrect cm#incorrect criminal minds quotes#funny#sleep deprived af#emily is sleep deprived#chaotic dumbass
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What have I done
#dimension 20#neverafter#lou wilson#brian murphy#ally beardsley#zac oyama#siobhan thompson#emily axford#brennan lee mulligan#this is why you dont do things when sleep deprived and having a moment#it's gonna be hilarious to wear tho
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Emily is at a loss. Is raven something more than a puppet to alexei or no...? Not asking for herself just wants to get the record straight.
#out of energy (ooc)#dash commentary#this is sleep deprivation starting#but also emily wanting to be gremlin but sleep deprivation will make it not fun
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for everyone who was a fan of this post, i humbly offer you this, pulled from my drafts of the last chapter of eat shit and live blitzwing which will get updated soon i promise!
Emily’s divorce is finalized when Alexandria is six months old.
The papers had been signed, the amount of child support had been agreed upon, visitation times had been chosen, and Tom had begged for a second chance all the way up to the end. The whole ordeal would’ve been done sooner had it not for the courthouse being closed for repairs after yet another Autobot-Decepticon scuffle.
Teresa comes home with a bottle of whiskey that Emily just knows is ridiculously expensive. They have drinks on the back porch after Alexandria goes to sleep, sitting in comfortable silence, listening to the faint noises of traffic and insects chirping in the spring night.
“So, now that child support is gonna start coming in, I’ll start looking for a place,” Teresa says after a while.
Emily glances over at her in shock. “What?”
“You won’t need help with the mortgage anymore,” she points out as she takes a sip from her glass. “So I will get out of your hair.”
“I—wait, no,” Emily says, sitting up straighter. A whopping nine months sober and only occasional sips of wine here and there for the past six have destroyed her alcohol tolerance. She’s only two drinks in and feeling dizzy. “No, no, you don’t have to go. You can stay.”
Teresa gives her a look her fuzzy brain deciphers wrong and she quickly adds, “Unless you want to leave, which I totally get! I know living with a small child isn’t ideal and—”
“I like living here,” Teresa interrupts her. “I like it here. I like the house. I like the location. I like Alexandria. I like you.”
They both go silent for a long moment, just staring at each other. Condensation drips off the side of Emily’s glass and onto the wood below. Teresa’s hand is shaking ever so slightly from where it rests on the arms of the chair.
The honk of a distant car breaks the silence.
“I—uh, it’s good that you like it here,” Emily says, turning away to stare down at her feet.
“Yeah, it’s great,” Teresa adds, her voice wobbling ever so slightly.
“I mean, you’ll get to pay less in rent, which is nice.”
“Super nice.”
“I’ll use the extra cash on renovations, I guess,” Emily murmurs.
“I would like that,” Teresa replies. “I would like that a lot.”
They split shortly after, Emily headed for her bathroom and Teresa promising to take care of the remaining dishes.
Emily lays in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering why her stomach had twisted so tight and her brain had been rendered useless at Teresa’s words. Yet there had been so much emotion behind them. She didn’t say it casually, like someone commenting on a meal at a restaurant or a pair of shoes. No, there was something in her voice there. Something she hadn’t heard from the woman before.
She digs her palms into her eyes and groans. She shouldn’t be thinking this over that hard. After all, the situation was weird to begin with. The woman her ex-husband had been cheating on her with had moved in as her roommate. There wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell she could be attracted to her.
At least, that’s what Emily told herself as she begins to drift off to sleep.
#my oc emily#my oc teresa#ta-da!#brought to you by too much caffeine and sleep deprivation#if you see a typo no you didn't#its about the pining#and the miscommunication#and the denial of feelings#and did i mention the mutual pining
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Every time I think about Emily calling Harry "baby" in Greg Weissman's little unofficially official gargoyles x tssm blurb it makes me fucking siiiiiiiiick. she would have loved that boy so much
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tbh this past month i’ve had my first positive experience with adhd meds possibly in my whole life anyways anyone wanna read the 7k words of kirideku/kiribakudeku smut i wrote in a fevered state
#it’s in rough draft form and half finished but if anyone wants it message me i’ll send it to you 😈#coffee on an empty stomach + medicated + i have the zoomies + thinking about angel devil + thinking about kiribakudeku + sleep deprived#i feel insane but idk where to put this energy rn abdnfnfkdb#have any of you watched emily in paris bc that show is like a practice in patience and internalized misogyny#i wanna yell at her so bad she sucks so much#ahhhh *snorts baking powder*#perbsonal
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https://www.tumblr.com/beatingheart-bride/716822866656706560/theheadlessgroom-beatingheart-bride
@beatingheart-bride
Randall smiled, his heart swelling with pride and joy upon seeing her reaction: Was this the first time she had ever seen herself outside of the waters of the bayou, he wondered? Was this the first time she beheld her visage in all her life? The notion made his heart ache, but still he smiled to her, so touched by her reaction.
“You’re beautiful,” he sighed softly, and with those words of praise, he fell asleep.
When he awoke, it was morning. At least, it seemed to be morning, judging by the weak, warm light shining in through the window, as he pushed himself up, rubbing his sore neck as he noted the table with the hat still on it, as well as his notebook, still open to last night’s page, resting on his lap. He groaned as he sat up, barely noticing his father’s voice calling, “He’s in here!”
“Oh, Randall,” June sighed as the Pace parents rushed into the room, saying, “We were so worried when you didn’t come down for breakfast and you weren’t in your room!”
“Sorry to worry you, Ma,” he sighed with a small smile, saying, “I guess I just, uh...stayed up a bit too late. Err, what time is it?”
“Time for breakfast, at least,” Wilhelm replied, as he helped his boy up, saying, “You’ve got to get downstairs and get some food and coffee in you before you go out the door, I don’t want Minnie yelling at you just because you were a minute or two late!”
#((oh this poor man is gonna be SO tired and sore come morning when he wakes up; he fell asleep on a hard bathroom floor))#((after staying up for hours not only to work on a hat BUT to also draw the siren he's currently infatuated with))#((chilling in his bathtub! true; it is VERY much like canon in which randall would stay up late not only to work on projects))#((but to spend time with emily after hours; but still; poor randall is gonna have a hard time staying awake when he gets to work!))#((granted to him he'll consider it all worth it since he got to spend time with emily but still!))#((this man's middle name really SHOULD be 'sleep-deprived'!))#((again he feels it's worth it because he got to stay up with emily and had some good company while he worked on a project))#((but still! no wonder he looks perpetually tired-because he does things like this!))#outofhatboxes#beatingheart-bride#V:Part of Your World
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Criminal Minds (US TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, The BAU Team & Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner & Spencer Reid, Alex Blake & Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss & Spencer Reid
Characters: Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Alex Blake (Criminal Minds), Emily Prentiss, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Penelope Garcia, David Rossi, Derek Morgan (Criminal Minds)
Additional Tags: Hurt Spencer Reid, Spencer Reid Whump, Grief/Mourning, Autistic Spencer Reid, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Suicide Attempt, Dreams, Overdosing, Teenager Spencer Reid, Dead Derek Morgan, Hospitals, Near Death Experiences, Sharing Clothes, Unhealthy Relationships, The BAU Team as Family (Criminal Minds), Aaron Hotchner is Spencer Reid's Parent, Protective Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid Needs a Hug, Father-Son Relationship, Adoption
Series: Part 2 of What Used to be Mine
Summary:
He’s been here before.
Aaron Hotchner has been here one too many times— his son in a hospital bed– him in a hospital bed when the world is too much to bear— but it hurts the same every time.
He stares at Spencer’s skeletal figure, trying to erase the image of his son’s lifeless body on the bathroom floor from his memory, though he’s sure he’ll never forget it.
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or, one of spencer's attempts/overdoses after derek's death
#criminal minds#criminal minds fic#spencer reid#aaron hotchner#alex blake#emily prentiss#angst#im very sleep deprived
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evan i’m on episode nine of BB24 right now and WTFFFF tell me why they treat Taylor so horribly like Daniel blaming Paloma leaving on her ??? and ALL she said to Nicole was that if she didn’t want to compete that was fine and they blew it way out of proportion 😭😭 I LOVE TAYLOR IM SO CONFUSED WHY THEY HATE HER
RIGHTTT they bullied her for NO REASON LITERALLY NONE AT ALL she was nothing but a complete sweetheart to them and they were like she’s evil. at one point daniel and nicole said she was a genuinely bad person and she didn’t deserve to live normally i don’t remember if they aired that but probably not considering they aired probably 10% of the shit taylor went through and what they aired made it seem like it was just girls being catty they were genuinely being evil to her the first couple weeks THANKFULLY it’s gotten better by now she’s actually treated like a person by most people most of the time
genuinely week one when she was on the block the way she was being treated was so bad people were hoping she’d get evicted so she didn’t have to spend another day with those people and she’d become the first first boot to be voted americas favourite player im so happy she has a chance to play now
#the way they edited paloma’s breakdown too JESUS CHRIST#that edit was absolutely rancid#a lot of people were saying it was looking like a manic episode and really it wasn’t too inaccurate to say tbh not to like armchair diagnose#she was like saying that god was the 17th houseguest and he was talking to her through the salt and pepper(??) in the kitchen#among other things that just refuses to leave my fuvking psyche#and they edited it to just seem like sleep deprivation it made me so angry#ask#emily 🌿#bb24
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Made it into 7 seasons without anything more than tearing up only to ugly sob during Closure. Aptly named.
#txf#Emily got me but I held it together#I know I’m sleep deprived and it isn’t helping#but hoo boy#the music in that last scene?#my chest hurts holy shit#s7ep11 closure#maybe THIS is my 2022 death via 7/11–this is what that lady meant
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JJ: I haven't slept in seventy-three hours.
Derek: Eighty. I’m the democratically elected leader of insomnia.
Emily: Bitch, it's been ninety for me. I'm going for an even one hundred.
Reid: One hundred hours with no sleep is child’s play.
Hotch *overhearing the conversation*: I work with lunatics.
#chaoticbau#sleep is for the weak#sleep is for the mentally stable#sleep deprived af#jennifer jareau#emily prentiss#cm#jemily#criminal minds#incorrect criminal minds#incorrect cm#spencer reid#incorrect criminal minds quotes#aaron hotchner
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"Look, I know you mean well, but Rick was a good boss. No offense. And I just don't wanna see him get hurt."
"Well, I think I'm becoming a pretty great boss myself."
"Yeah..."
#animal control fox#animal control spoilers#animal control 01x04#emily price#dolores stubb#vella lovell#kelli ogmundson#again i thought i made a gifset for them last episode...#damned sleep deprivation...#i love their friendship tho#dolores's face when emily says she thinks she's turning out to be a good boss is precious#it's like a bit hesitant but encouraging?
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couldnt sleep its 4am but love best friend ever aesthetic its so cute im gonna puke
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had to start begging professors for extensions on assignments cuz im ✨struggling✨
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leaked nudes
pt. 2
pairings: aaron hotchner x reader
summary: while looking at crime scene pictures on your phone, aaron swipes too far left and discovers some … sexy photos.
word count: 1.4k (short one)
warnings: nudes, masturbation, aaron jizzing in his pants like a teen, pervy aaron
This particular case had the whole team restless. Other than one lead that turned out to be useless as the suspect had an airtight alibi, there was nothing else that pointed where the unsub was. Thankfully, it seemed like his time in between kills was increasing, though that did very little to ease the team.
The precinct was almost empty, save for the few officers working the night shift and the team spread out around the conference room. Rossi was nursing a coffee, wishing it was whiskey. Emily sprawled out on the floor, the case file resting on her stomach. JJ sat sleeping in her chair, a blanket laid over her. Spencer was going over the details of the case while Derek stared at his file, unmoving.
You were positive he had fallen asleep with his eyes open.
Aaron sat next to you, a cup of coffee in his hand while he reviewed the case. You had given up trying to focus, taking a break as you played Tetris on your phone. Every few minutes, Aaron would glance at you before smiling and focusing back on his file.
After losing another game, you placed your phone on the table, leaning back in exhaustion. Looking around you, you were certain everyone except Rossi, Spencer, and Aaron were clocked out for the night. Derek was about ten minutes away from smacking his head on the table when his head slips from his hands.
Aaron flips through his file, brows furrowing. He looks around the messy table, searching for something in particular as you watched him with curiosity. “Where are the crime scene pictures from this morning’s victim?”
“Sheriff said their printer broke so they couldn’t print them out. I took a few pictures on my phone if you want to see them.” You motioned to your phone, yawning. Looking over at JJ, you resisted the urge to snatch the blanket from her.
He picks up your phone, swiping. “What’s your password?”
“Twelve thirty-four.”
Aaron paused, his lips twitching as he turned to look at you. “One, two, three, four?”
“It’s not like I have anything to hide,” you grumbled, ignoring his soft chuckle.
He put in the passcode, bringing him to the unclosed game of Tetris you were previously playing. Aaron couldn’t help but be amused at the high score before closing out and opening your photos. In your recents were the crime scene pictures he was looking for.
Aaron had swiped through the photos, trying to find a deviation from the killer’s MO but it looked the same as his previous victims. Maybe you had taken too many pictures of the body because he kept swiping left, looking at all the angles you had taken. The crime scene pictures had to end eventually but he was too sleep deprived to realize he’d eventually come across one of your other photos.
So he wasn’t prepared when he swiped to the left and instead of being met with another photo of the victim, it was one of you in skimpy clothing. Thankfully, he hadn’t been drinking his coffee as he saw it since he still managed to choke on his own saliva. Aaron’s eyes widened at the risque picture, sitting up, suddenly alert.
During him looking at the crime scene pictures, you had gotten up and walked to the vending machines. From where he sat, he could see you kick the machine in hopes of free food. The only one to witness his change of behavior was Rossi as Spencer was too engrossed in his reading, who had raised an eyebrow at his reaction.
In the photo, you were in a lacy black bra with a matching thong, bent over your bed. You had taken the picture facing the mirror, your back arched and ass up–on your knees and your clothing barely covering your essentials. Aaron swore he could see your nipples through the laced bra.
Curious, and driven by his hardening cock, Aaron swiped more. His breath hitched at the site of you topless, with just a pair of boxers on. A pair of his boxers. He remembered you shamelessly asking him for some shorts out of his go bag as you had forgotten to repack your sleep clothes and he had given you his boxers, blushing all the while.
As he stared at your breasts, he grew hard. He knew he should stop and close out, respecting your privacy and all, but he couldn’t. He physically couldn’t bring himself to look away let alone put the phone down.
He swiped again, this time you covered your bare breasts with one hand. You lay on your bed, naked yet what Aaron desperately wanted to see was covered by a discarded shirt that laid between your legs. The sun hit your body right, sunbeams illuminating your hair and despite the sensual position, he couldn’t help but think of how beautiful you are.
Looking up, he saw you were still bullying the vending machine and he couldn’t help but sigh in relief. He didn’t want you to see him being … perverted was the only word that came to him that described the situation perfectly.
Aaron couldn’t meet Rossi’s eyes as he took a sip of his coffee, careful to swallow it right. He pushed the chair into the table, concealing his rock-hard cock. His polyester suit pants rubbed against his cock, and he hissed quietly at the friction, wanting to head to the bathroom with your phone in hand to fix his situation.
He remained seated, pulling up your phone again in the hopes that he looked like he was going through the crime scene pictures, the reason you granted him permission to look through your phone.
He’s thinking about stopping, his finger shaking, urging him to swipe one more time while a small part of him screams to stop. Aaron swipes anyways.
His exhale is ragged as he sees your pussy for the first time. The video plays on mute and he almost combusts right then and there as you slowly finger yourself. You’re in a hotel room, your shirt bunched around your tits, a hand playing with a nipple. Aaron watches your index finger enter your dripping cunt, the wetness visible on camera. He has to bite his fist as you slowly slid it in and out, biting your lip at the feeling.
As you take your finger out, he watches your hand pinched your nipples, eyes narrowing at the shirt you had on. As you inserted a second finger into your sopping pussy, Aaron realized it was his shirt. A small, barely audible groan escaped his lips at the revelation. Video you had arched your back, mouth opening as you fucked yourself with two fingers. He could barely keep it together at the thought of you wearing his shirt as you fingered yourself.
He can’t take his eyes off your show, unknowingly palming himself with his free hand. Aaron watches in awe as you pump your fingers faster, unable to decide whether to watch the ecstasy on your face or your pussy swallowing your fingers in greed. The video is a minute from ending and he’s mesmerized at the screen.
So mesmerized he hadn’t noticed you come back into the room with a bunch of snacks in your arms. He jumped slightly as you dropped the snacks onto the table, quickly closing out your photos and placing your phone on the table.
You smiled at him, noticing the redness in his cheeks and ears. “I come back from battle with a feast.”
He nods, subtly fixing his pants under the table. Aaron doesn’t dare speak a word, knowing well enough that his mouth was dry.
Picking up a bag of goldfish, you threw it at Spencer’s face, breaking him out of his own world before getting a bag of Chex Mix and handing it out to your boss. “Here, Hotch.”
Your hand touches his as you give him the snack. From the video, a small touch and you saying his name, he cums in his pants. His hands wrap tightly around the bag, Chex Mix flying to the floor as the bag pops. His climax hits him hard, spurts of his cum wetting his pants and euphoria washing through him in powerful waves.
When he comes down from his high, he sees the whole team wake up, staring at the snack littering the floor and table. You glanced at him, confused, grimacing at the mess.
Aaron cleared his throat, slowly putting the bag on the table. “I don’t like Chex Mix.”
#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner fic#aaron hotchner smut#criminal minds#literally wrote this instead of sleeping
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witchy woman by the hollies makes me think of emily prentiss
#happy halloween#emily prentiss#criminal minds#it appeared on my Halloween shuffle on spotify#I don't know why it reminds me of her it just does#or maybe it doesn't and I'm just majorly sleep deprived and can't form a coherent thought
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