#elle greenaway

[gublersg1rl]

cw alcohol mentioned ( vaguely )in song + in one clip ( sorry !! :C )

[gubesdini]

i just know her ass was listening to something wild. you cant tell me she couldve been listening to sleater-kinney or amy winehouse. i see it. no doubt was for sure in her music rotation as well.

modern-day elle would listen to halsey and boygenius. she would also for sure like chappell roan. she also wouldve been a ethel cain girl.

i love giving music hcs to my favorite characters. what would they like current day? what would they have liked in their days?

[missarchive]

the world needs more elle greenaway so i have an idea! how about if reader like puts herself in harms way or gets hurt protecting elle from an unsub and elle’s reaction? can be either pre established or established relationship! thank youuuu

hi lovely! thank you so much for the request <3

cw; angst, mentions of death, typical criminal minds violence, reader is madly in love with elle, comfort

"Are you fucking crazy? You could've been killed," Elle's eyes narrowed as she took in your form. Hues of purple and blue washing over the side of your face like water colour.

"I'm fine, Elle. I did what I had to do," you brush her off, rolling your eyes in distaste. You both knew of the dangers this job presents, you basically sign your life away as soon as you enter the contract. It had been a brawl, three against one. You'd never admit this to Elle, but if you weren't armed, you're not sure you would've been so lucky to have experienced the same fate.

"Fine?" she frowns, eyeing you up and down, bringing up a careful hand to rest on the side of your face, just below the newly forming bruise. "Yeah," she scoffs, "you sure look fine to me."

Pushing past her to open the door to your shared bathroom, you shrug off your vest and shirt, ignoring the look from Elle as you begin filtering through the medicine cabinet for your first-aid kit. You wince as you twist your body to reach the clear zipper bag in the back. You hear her sigh from behind you, then feel her pat your waist. "Sit down, please."

Exhausted, and knowing better than to fight against her, you take a reluctant seat on the sink, jumping slightly to make the distance. You look down at your fingers, picking at the bloodied skin around your nails. "Look, I'm sorry, I-," you pull your lip through your teeth, biting down into the pillowy flesh. A sharp reminder that you're home, that you're safe. "I couldn't just stand there and do nothing, Elle, you have to understand that."

You look up at her with glossed over eyes, the adrenaline rush from the pain blowing out your pupils. Elle thinks that while she's never suffered a broken heart before, this may be the closest she's ever been to it. She can practically feel her chest constricting around the organ, forcing it to beat into overdrive. She swallows before speaking, "do you ever think... about what it would be like for everyone else if we had watched you die there... if you hadn't come home? You made me your emergency contact, y/n, but God, I pray I never have to know what it feels like to answer that call."

The truth is, you hadn't thought about it like that. The impending fate of your corpse, the aftermath of it all. The identification, the funeral, the eulogy... what would Elle say? Would she say you were brave? Stupid? Cocky? Misjudged? The thought now weighing on you, slightly too much to bear. Salty tears prick at your bloodshot eyes, stinging as they form a path down your skin.

"I'll be more careful, I-I'll-," she cuts you off with a soft kiss, taking the burden of your tears between her lips.

Soft arms take you into your embrace, curling around you as an angel would with their wings. You don't need a near death experience to know heaven is her. To know Elle is to know God, after all, they're one in the same in your mind. And, to be honest, if it had been her in there instead of you, you're sure you would've been inconsolable. Tearing at your skin like a caged dog. None of this makes sense without her, and you think, in this moment, that is exactly how she feels, too.

[jelle-ified]

jelle moodboard ! ❀.ೃ࿔

without filters ↓

[mmickeygeee]

Spencelle because I’ve grown to like this ship more over time

Love the hc that Spencer is bi as well tbh

[reidiot]

it's like, i want to do something, and then i remember a criminal minds episode

[khvlani]

emily: eurgh… what a year

elle: it’s only january?????

[casedclosedbye]

BAU on Crack pt 1:

Derek morgan: it's not a cliter(i), it's a cliter(us)

Hotch: ...

Penelope: O(u)rgasm if you will

[in-another-april]

bitches will be like “this is my comfort show” and its a show where the characters have never felt a day of comfort in their lives (its me im bitches)

[cxrrodedcoffin]

me after spending 6 hours reading criminal minds fanfiction instead of sleeping:

[seonghwadyke]

[guiltyc0nscience]

elle greenaway and spencer reid:

[thegirlinmaroonsweater]

Do y'all remember that one episode when Elle got arrested in Jamaica and Hotch have to fly there to take her in bail.

The moment he walked into that room he took in Elle's outlook (because she was arrested in her night dress) without missing a beat he removed his jacket and offered it to her.

That's it, that's the bar. That's what I look for in men.

I look for Aaron hotchener in men.

[hotchnerbau]

this picture is so funny to me it looks like a family on a roadtrip. aaron and elle are the exhausted parents, reid is the annoying backseat driver, and garcia is the ipad kid

[elles-greenaway]

#on this episode of 'not canon but should've been': (1/?)