#jemily paris

[a-timely-problem]

Overheard at the BAU

Penelope: "What did you do when you were 'dead' and in Paris?"

Emily: "...cooking, reading... definitely not questioning my life choices and yearning for someone I can't have."

Penelope: "That is... oddly specific"

Emily, high pitched: "Is it?"

[veeluvss]

I didn't give up on you in Paris

JJ didn't give up on JJ in Paris, here's what really happened the first night 1.8 k words

It was late at night; the wind blew a cold breeze through the open window. The glimmering Eiffel Tower shimmered in the distance, reflecting through the hotel room. It seemed empty, devoid of life or personality. A single photo hung on the wall, a sketch of the Arc de Triomphe, most likely the same picture hung in every room along the corridor. The single lamp by the side of the bed echoed a dim glow around the room. 

Emily sat on the edge of the bed, her hair, now a short bob, sat on her shoulders. She picked at her nails, her nervous habit. A sigh left her lips and she reached into the faux leather bag hanging off her shoulders. Slowly, she pulled out the envelope - passports to three different countries and bank accounts to keep her comfortable. She turned it over in her hands and peeled open the seal. She pulled out the passports: British, French and Russian. All three had different names native to their country but the same photo stared back at her. Emily Prentiss, the woman she truly was. Each bank card had the corresponding name to the country and passport. She felt the weight of the small card balancing between her fingers: ‘To keep you comfortable,’ JJ’s words echoed in her mind. She knew, until Doyle was arrested, she’d be far from comfortable, no matter how much money she had. But she knew JJ’s intent, she already missed her blonde best friend more than her old life. The soft eyes she gave as she walked away, her voice barely above a whisper from across the table. It made Emily’s heart ache. 

Around an hour after getting ready for bed, Emily still couldn’t sleep. She’d played endless games of scrabble, chess, solitaire and sudoku on her new phone to keep her mind off the recent traumas but every time she blinked or waited for the next round to load, her mind went straight back there. It wasn’t until there was a soft knock on the door that Emily left the room Derek found her in. Slowly, still recovering, she got out of bed and headed across the room. She could recognise the knock from anywhere, three soft taps, barely audible to the average person. She checked through the peephole, just in case. 

On the other side of the door, stood a wind-swept Jennifer Jareau. She looked up and down the corridor impatiently as Emily admired her. Her hair was still tied back and the purple scarf was still tied around her neck. In her ears were the earrings Emily bought her for Christmas the year before. She watched JJ check her watch and begin to walk away before she finally realised she should open the door. 

Quickly, not wanting her JJ to get away, she unclasped the latch and turned the handle. JJ, noticing the sound of the door, turned around. They made eye contact and both women let out a sigh of relief. “JJ,” Emily said, her voice small. “I cou- I couldn’t go,” JJ replied, stepping towards Emily. “Come in,” Emily said, making room for JJ to get past but JJ was hesitant. She wasn’t allowed to do this. Only herself, Hotch and the director knew she was here though, she could say her flight was delayed. “Em-” “Please,” Emily said. Her eyebrows turned down and her lip wobbled slightly but she blinked the tears away. JJ could only nod as she entered the hotel room. She set her bag on the chair by the empty desk and looked around the room. “This is bleak,” JJ said, her hands sliding into her pockets. “You’d think with all the FBI money they’d get me a better room at least,” Emily chuckled, after closing and locking the door securely. JJ cracked a smile and watched Emily come further into the room, she sat on the edge of the bed again and JJ slid into the chair.

They were silent for a few moments, Emily staring at the floor and JJ staring at Emily. “You don’t need to give me the sympathy look,” Emily said. JJ quickly cleared her throat, sat up straight and looked away, “I wasn’t.” “I know you,” Emily chuckled and pointed a finger at JJ. “Okay maybe I was, but I just worry.” “Well don’t, I’m fine,” Emily sighed and let her shoulders slump. “It’s okay to not be fine, you’ve been through a lot,” JJ said. “Don’t-” Emily said, waving her arm. “I’ll be fine.” 

JJ sighed and nodded, she knew she’d get nowhere with Emily now. She knew Emily would be fine but she also knew she couldn‘t just turn off her worrying. Emily sighed too and stretched out her hand to JJ, she stood up and pulled JJ to her feet. The women stood, toe to toe together and the room seemed so much smaller. Emily raised her hands and JJ caught her breath. Gently, Emily untied the scarf around JJ’s neck, letting the silk fabric slide through her fingers and off JJ’s neck. JJ locked eyes with Emily as her fingers travelled down to JJ’s black coat buttons. Emily didn’t need to look as she undid them. She guided the coat off JJ’s shoulders and her arms came out. JJ raised her arms and cupped Emily’s cheeks. She caressed under her eyes, the formed bruise and leaned closer. She kissed it. Her lips lingered, grazing the sore skin and Emily moved her head. Their lips hovered over one another. Their eyes wouldn’t leave each other. 

When they kissed, it was like a thousand butterflies were released in both of their stomachs. It felt right, it felt like nothing either of them had felt before. Emily’s lips worked in time with JJ’s, their heads empty except for lust and love. They pulled away, both needing air and an uncontrollable smile spread across Emily’s mouth as she took in the sight of JJ - her sea-blue eyes, her naturally contoured cheeks, her long, soft blonde hair, everything about her was perfect. JJ looked between Emily’s lips and her chocolate eyes, unable to control her fear. “I-” JJ mumbled, going to pull away but Emily grabbed her hands, keeping her close. “Emily, we can’t- you’re injured you’re not in the right mind - I-” “You loved it,” Emily replied. JJ went to shake her head no but ended up nodding, lowering her eyes. Emily lifted her chin with two fingers and took JJ’s lips back onto hers. This time there was more passion, more force and JJ kissed back with just as much. Emily lifted her hand and wrapped it around the back of the blonde’s hair, holding her head there, working in time together. JJ grabbed Emily’s waist, holding gently to keep herself steady. The lust made her legs weak. 

They stumbled together over to the bed and Emily turned them around, they kissed continually. Emily pulled away quickly and JJ fell backwards onto the bed. She let out a gasp as she saw what was going to happen. Emily lifted one leg to straddle her but JJ sat up, suddenly. “Emily-” she whispered. “It’s okay,” Emily replied, holding JJ’s face in her palm. “You’re hurt,” JJ said, her eyes travelling to where Emily was stabbed. “No, JJ,” Emily said and moved up the bed, she straddled JJ’s lap and the blonde held her waist for support. She just wanted her close. JJ wrapped her arms around her girl, holding her close and Emily sat on her thighs, one leg on each side of her. “JJ, I just want to forget,” Emily whispered, her voice weak. “Emily, I want you to be better, but we can’t do this.” “We can JJ, you make me better. This- this touch, god it makes me better,” Emily said, her voice breaking. “It does?” JJ asked, genuinely unable to believe she even helped Emily. “It does. My sunshine,” Emily said. She looked down and cupped JJ’s cheeks, letting her look up to her. She couldn’t help but smile. JJ felt butterflies in her stomach from the nickname, the one she only let Emily call her. “Don’t give up on me, please.” 

“I won’t. I won’t give up on you,” JJ replied and lifted more to kiss Emily once again. 

The pair lay under the white duvet cover, fighting the fresh breeze coming in with the morning sun. They stayed up all night, making love, kissing, talking, and sharing the world; sharing the quiet. Together, it was peaceful, it was soft and empty. The world felt powerful when it was just the two of them, they felt stronger together. And the fact no one knew made it even more perfect. But both of them knew it wouldn’t last. JJ was due at the airport for her flight home to DC and Emily had a new life to create, one without JJ in it. The blonde rolled from her back to the side, facing the brunette who lay peacefully sleeping beside her. She sighed and traced her knuckle down Emily’s cheek. It was smooth, so smooth and comforting, like a baby’s blanket. JJ desperately wanted to stay. She wanted to live this secret life with her girl, the one who loved her so perfectly but she knew she had to go home. Home to her husband, her team and her little boy. Her hand stroked her stomach, she had to go home to bring the little girl into the world too. The one that was only hers for now. 

As carefully as she could, she snuck out of bed and into the ensuite bathroom. She took her morning wee but didn’t flush in case it woke Emily up and then got dressed. She brushed her teeth with her finger and Emily’s toothpaste before heading into the room. Emily lay motionless in bed, except for the soft breaths that JJ saw move the covers lying over her. She slid on her shoes, her jacket and scarf cupped over her arm. She grabbed the pen and paper on the side and wrote out four words, I won’t forget you. She slid out the door, sliding the key back under the door once she’d locked it. Walking down the corridor, the night flashed through her mind like old film tapes - a distant memory now. She headed down the stairs and out the foyer, calling a cab. 

Emily stood in her third-floor window staring down at the blonde. She was woken by the door shutting but knew she couldn’t chase. She knew she’d had her time. She held the paper in her hand and ran her fingers over the pen, feeling the indent of the ink. Then she watched her baby disappear into the black taxi and drive off into the new day. 

[llovelymoonn]

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[starrywafflesnight]

When Chappell Roan’s Subway comes out I will be humbly begging the wondrous jemily editors out there for edits of “well fuck this city I’m moving to Saskatchewan” with Emily in Paris

[flaminghotjareau]

jemily was there…

[unitchiefs-blackbirdphoenix]

A character analisys about tebecca (tara/rebecca) and their relationship. I feel like there was so much to unpack that the writers decided to leave..

Hi, thank you so much!

I believe in Tebecca being happy together and ignore what the writers did later in the season. I think Rebecca might play a role in the Operation Gold Star arc in the next season.

It was clear from the beginning that Tara and Rebecca’s relationship was going to be of fan service because of the discussion of the lack of queer representation in the show. With the writing of Rebecca Wilson, I’m not sure if this was done with a clear purpose of making her the “bad guy” in her relationship with Tara, or if it’s supposed to serve as plot device for the upcoming season. But I’m going to try my best to make sense of what we have from canon. Here’s what we have about their relationship so far, as well as Rebecca’s character (will be under the cut):

They met at an Al-Anon meeting because of their partners, and presumably met up for coffee after (16x09).

They’ve only been dating for a few months (16x02).

Rebecca is a DOJ agent, and has met Emily prior (16x02).

Rebecca moved in with Tara (sometime after 16x03).

She and Bailey know each other, and a he is aware/may be involved in Operation Gold Star (16x10).

Rebecca and Tara met during the pandemic, and had coffee at some point (16x09). They got to know each other, and started off as good friends, finding that they have some things in common. Tara most likely was the first to find herself falling for Rebecca, but was afraid to get any closer to that level because it’s the first time in forever that she’s been happy (16x02 and 16x06).

Rebecca seems more confident and sure of herself, but she also doesn’t want to do anything Tara is uncomfortable with, so she goes at her pace. I wish that the writers had shed more light on their relationship, and have them actually communicate with each other.

Rebecca does care for Tara, and she wants to be there for her. She even breaks out of her professionalism for a moment to hold Tara’s hand (16x09). It may come more from her wanting to keep her job while maintaining her relationship with Tara.

I don’t think Rebecca is the type of person to climb the hierarchical ladder, but is more afraid of the consequences of her involvement with the BAU, particularly with the Sicarius case. I’m not sure if this has anything to do with the storyline for the next season, but that’s what I can make out, so far. If Voit has some sort of involvement with Gold Star, Rebecca must’ve known the consequences of it and the risks she has to take. She has stated that she is always going to be on Tara’s side and will try her best to do anything for her and the team (16x06).

I really love those two together, and Rebecca and Tara love each other so much. I hate that the writers only gave the fans five minutes of queer representation and decided to antagonize Rebecca’s character towards the end.

If anyone has any thoughts to add on here, please feel free to do so! I’d love to read them and see what you think about their relationship. (Credit of the gifs belongs to the respective owners)

[ofwordsandcoffee]

The way JJ starts to get emotional right as she says this… because JJ always gets a bit teary and emotional when she’s talking about something real, about her feelings.

"What's one thing this job has given you?"

[blackbird-brewster]

💥🦷and 🎃 from the ask goal fanfic thing pleasee

💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

I answered this for my WIP 'Blue Heaven, Midnight Crush' -- but I can also say I am SO excited to continue [Between You & Me]. I'm not entirely sure what Ch 6 will have in it, I only have a few ideas and a handful of lose threads from Ch 5. But Chapter 6 could* be the final chapter, so I'm pretty hyped to sort of wrap that one up Basically, things that still need to happen: Finalising JJ's divorce, the team finding out JJ/Tara are together, a proper conversation between Emily and JJ. Just a bunch of emotions basically, but as always, I try to pad it with some fluff as well!! *could being the operative word, because this 50k work in progress started out as a 7k one-shot and each time I think it's done...it keeps going. So I don't even know!

🦷 Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're dreading to write (but is necessary to your plot)? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

Trying to find a good ending for [To Catch an Unsub] seems SO daunting tbrh. It's been on an epic cliff-hanger for seven years and trying to get back into the mindset of that fic has been really challenging. My writing has evolved so much since I started TCAU, but I want the new chapters to remain authentic to the first half of the fic, which has been a difficult balance. I just want to do it justice for all the readers who have been waiting patiently for an ending, you know?

🎃 Do you plan on writing any seasonal fics?

Up until this holiday season, I'd only ever written on small Halloween drabble that's Tenelope, [The Haunted Doctor]. But after writing [Homo For the Holidays], I am not ruling out other holiday fics. I'm currently writing a little Jara fluff New Year's fic based on @artcake incredible drawing [LOOKIT JJ AND TARA!!!]

[Send Writing Asks]

[gaelic-symphony]

Hii, just a few questions form the new goal ask thing (I have this one in my blog too! And they seem quite interesting to answer for the year ahead)

🎃🦷 and 💥

Do you plan on writing any seasonal fics?

At the moment no, but if I come across any seasonal prompts I like, I probably will!

Already answered your second one.

Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

I'm excited to write the chapter of Gravitational Constant that covers Emily's return to the BAU after Doyle and rebuilding her relationships with the team. It'll mostly focus on Emily and JJ, but I'm also really excited to explore Emily's relationship with Morgan during that arc.

[washoping]

jemily in paris 💛

[msschemmenti]

the gentle giant 💬

the hinge stories installment

jemily x reader

a/n: thanks for the request, i hope this is enjoyable!

“so, spill. i didn’t gathering my favorite ladies here with a delectable spread of alcohol and snacks for us to bitch and moan about work all night.” garcia grinned from her seat on a beanbag chair. 

“oh yeah, if i recall correctly you two had your first third audition.” tara grinned into her glass, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. jj and emily fought hard to suppress their embarrassment. it wasn’t like it had been a secret, they’d made the account in this very living room about a month ago. both women were just hoping their drunken haze may have washed those details from everyone’s brains. 

“don’t call it that! that makes us sound gross.” emily huffed. 

“well, what would you prefer? third shopping?” tara continued to tease.

“no! that’s even worse.” jj grumbled, nailing tara’s head with a pillow. 

“fine fine fine, tell us about the date and maybe she’ll stop postulating.” garcia interrupted eagerly.

“okay, okay fine. we’ll talk. ground rules though. you’re not allowed to track, locate, or identify anyone in this story. you know what– no names. we’ll give them nicknames.” jj warned pointedly before finishing off her glass of wine and nodding for emily to start the story. 

“alright, so yes. we went on our first polyamorous date, with– what should we call her?” emily asked looking to jj for direction. 

“oh, let's call her the gentle giant.” jj grinned dreamily. 

“gentle giant? you went on a date with someone taller than you?” tara asked in disbelief. 

“yes. and let me just say– pleasantly surprised.” emily shrugged. “anyways, she sent us a like first with a comment on one of our prompts. our paris prompt. and after some weeks of talking, we were finally able to set up a date.” 

-

they’d agreed to meet at a gaming bar jj and emily had never been to. through all their hinge messages, all the proper plans were made and when they all got together 

“oh you’re much taller than i anticipated.” jj spoke, allowing her eyes to roam up the woman’s body. the woman pushed her glasses up her nose with a laugh before shoving her hands in her pocket. 

“well, thanks i guess.” she chuckled, eyeing emily and jj wearily. 

“oh don’t worry, it’s a compliment. why don’t we go in and get a table?” emily supplied, breaking the ice just a bit before all three women entered the bar. once drinks were retrieved and a table secured each woman took turns finding a game to play together.

-

“oh so we’re obviously going to this bar for the next after work drinks.” garcia interrupted.

“playing games and drinking? beating alves drunk, just moved to the top of my todo list.” tara grinned. 

“can we continue our story? preferably without interruptions?” emily asked pointedly. both tara and garcia mimed zipping their lips and jj picked up the story.

-

somehow the women found themselves standing in front of a basketball arcade game. the younger woman turned to face both emily and jj and there seemed to be a bit of mischief behind her eyes.  “for every shot we make, we get to ask a question. sound fair?” 

jj’s cheeks heated under the woman’s gaze and she looked over at emily expectantly, “deal– but jj is playing for the both of us. former athlete.” emily poked at her side. 

jj chuckled and rolled her eyes, “i don’t think me being a former athlete will help us here em.”

“oh really? what’d you play?” 

“soccer, high school and undergrad. so i’m not too sure how that bodes for us winning.”

“well anything is better than me.” emily shrugged and the two other women laughed before starting the game. 

at jj’s first bucket emily cheered, turning to question their date. “any hobbies or talents?” 

“i actually play a couple instruments. namely the drums and guitar. took me a bit of time with guitar but i’ve always been really good with my hands.” 

“yeah– i’m sure the fingerings came naturally to you.” emily spoke unconsciously watching the younger woman grip the basketball.

“oh, trust me. i know how to really work a guitar.” both jj and emily’s cheeks heated as they looked up at the woman and watched her sink a basket in easily. 

“i will reverse the question on you both, hobbies or talents?” 

“when we’re not traveling for work, i like running. and emily is really into reading.” jj supplied and readied for another shot, this one just missing the hoop. emily boo’ed and they all laughed good-naturedly before continuing the game. it wasn’t until both women focused on something other than their extremely attractive date’s physical prowess that they realized, she hadn’t missed a shot.

“um, are we just supposed to ignore the fact that you made every shot?” emily asked.

“no, i kinda played basketball for most of my life.” the woman shrugged with a cheeky smile. 

“oh so this was rigged?” jj grinned.

“guilty.”

“well next time you wanna get to know us, let us win huh?” emily grinned nudging the younger woman in the side ,flirtatiously. 

“i’ll keep that in mind.”

-

“we played a couple more games and got extremely distracted by her hands. and that was our first hinge date. very enjoyable for all parties.” jj shrugged with a smile.

“wow, so your first one was a hit. are you gonna see her again?” tara asked, lifting her glass in a cheers.

“are we going to meet her? indoctrinate her?” garcia questioned.

“woah, slow down. we’ve only hung out with her once– no need to do all of that. but we’ve discussed it and we wouldn’t be opposed to a second date.” emily shrugged noncommittally.

“i will find her. i will befriend her.” garcia vowed, causing everyone to laugh.

[jenny-from-the-bau]

I think one of the most tragic things about Jemily in canon for me is that there’s always a sense that both women know. JJ and Emily are both aware that something almost happened between them. They know that there’s tension, that they love each other. JJ knows why Emily keeps leaving and Emily knows why JJ has to stay with Will. Every time they talk about how hard the past is, or how happy they are to be reunited, there’s such a sense that things could be different.

If they’d made a different choice somewhere along the line, then this reunion would be something else entirely. They may never have been separated at all. The sad look on Emily’s face when she pushes JJ toward Will. The little headshake JJ gives Emily when she tells them she’s leaving and Emily says “you’re too good”. JJ and Emily on the plane to Paris, JJ and Emily’s look at the wedding, the constant checking in later as they try to be close and keep their distance all at once. They know how great they could have been and they know they missed their chance.

[crime-wives]

jemily in paris moodboard

[criminalmindsfanantic]

angsty jemily headcanons

when jj is overthinking or in freeze mode, emily takes jj’s head in her lap and runs her fingers through the blonde’s hair while they talk it out

jj gets postpartum depression after having michael, and doesn’t realize until after she’s diagnosed that she probably had it after henry too

emily has silent anxiety and panic attacks a lot, and most of the time jj, if anyone, is the only one who can tell she’s having one

emily has gotten several bruises and even a concussion from rolling off the bed while having a nightmare

emily smoked for a while after she came back from hiding in paris and even though she kicked the habit for the boys’ sake, she has an emergency pack for the really bad days

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

a run down would be appreciated😭😭 and i sure hope coffee at midnight is a happy fic bc that one i did start reading and its my current obsession, i wont be able to take it if something bad happens to my babies

I won't spoil Coffee at Midnight, but I'm glad you're loving it!!

My other fics, though, I'm going to try and put into categories.

The Multichaps

A Fine Line will take you through every emotion. It's smutty and angsty and stressful but it has a happy ending!

illicit affairs is an ongoing multi-chap that's nowhere near finished. emily and aaron sleep together before her first day on the job, when neither knows who the other is. the affair they begin has consequences for years to come.

touchy subject is complete and is an emotional journey. a teenage emily aborted aaron's baby without telling him, and deals with the consequences of that decision in the decades that come after.

impact married Hotchniss are in a car accident that leaves emily in a coma.

the price we pay. I'll start by telling you that Emily's dead. that's not a spoiler, i literally tell you in the comments. this fic sees JJ try to come to terms with her death and her unresolved feelings for Emily at the same time.

Nodus Tollens is annoyingly incomplete. A complicated fic based on the Arizona-Callie-Mark triangle n Greys.

The One-Shots

The Five Stages of Grief are a Myth is a journey, but it does have a happy ending!

phantasmogoria - emily struggles with the trauma of having spent seven months in isolation, with only her own mind for company. hotch is her lifeline.

found family is a cute little fic i wrote for the 'accidental baby acquisition' tag for criminal minds week 2023. the team find a baby.

built a home and watched it burn may or may not stay an angsty one-shot. it's the first chapter of an unfinished fic i took down a while ago, in which emily and aaron are getting divorced.

Eulogy is an angsty af one-shot of JJ and Hotch telling Emily about the Paris plan.

You'll Always Be My Person is angsty Jemily fluff that I woudn't say has a happy ending, but it's sweet and short.

Habits is a cute little Jemily drabble.

in love with you is Emily POV Jemily angst.

twelve things that didn't break aaron hotchner and the one that almost did is Hotch angst with a happy Hotchniss ending.

The States Game is a cutie team fic based on That Friends Episode.

The Smutty One-Shots

Heat is the only 'only one bed' fic i've ever written. it's just pure, unadulterated, shameless, steamy Hotchniss smut.

every lover's game is what happens after you send the girl you fancy in to flirt with a creepy guy called Viper. it's pure filth. it's great. probably my favourite filth i've written. you're welcome.

trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat is angsty Hotchniss smut. like I earned the angsty smut tag on this one.

when it rains, it pours - more angsty Hotchniss smut. back from Paris, emily is struggling. then comes a storm.

Coming Home is wholesome Jemily smut.

Stress Relief and Debriefing are just pure Emily/Luke smut.

Hotchner's Future Au (in chronological order)

technically these all have a happy ending because emily and hotch are married and trying to cope with parenting x

nature vs nurture after having her first child, emily struggles with her mother's first visit and her criticisms.

a good cat never goes far - proceed with caution if you love Sergio. that's all i'll say. but also read it because i'm proud of it <3

the last first day - emily struggles with her last baby starting school

good intentions, bad excecution - livvy hotchner is a menace, but she's also a great big sister.

red-handed the kids catch emily and aaron in a...compromising position. based on a request to write a hotchners future au fic inspired by the modern family episode 'caught in the act'

my mama's in the kitchen worrying about me - emily struggles with having a teenage daughter who's exactly like her.

Good Crazy - jack announces that he and his girlfriend are expecting. emily and aaron temporarily lose their minds, but what's new?

[perpetual-sunrise]

I’ve always wanted to make a poll. Who knows if anyone will actually vote or reblog this! No nuance button because you have to decide. :)