#sad emily prentiss

[wintersxani]

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤'𝐬 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Emily Prentiss x Fem!reader

Warning(s): use of y/n, death of y/n, Emily having to witness it, implied SA, just sad overall

Word count: 2041

Characters: Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, Penelope Garcia, Jennifer Jareau, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid

Summary: When you get captured by an unsub and your team finds out where you are, your lover and coworker, Emily Prentiss, seeks you out. Only she’s too late to save you.

She blamed herself for not driving home with you the night the unsub took you from outside your shared apartment. The work she had done could've waited... and maybe you would've still been with her and your guys' team. "Emily, we might've got something." Derek informed from across the alley they had been in, where the unsub had dumped his last victim. 'Clock's ticking' was carved into the girl's abdomen, serving as a reminder of the time you had left alive was thinning. Desolately, she stared at this poor girl, just like she had the past two. Seeing the state she was in... she knew what their unsub had in store for you, and it made her want to scream- lash out; hurt somebody. Hurt Robert Delmont- the man who was hiding you.

Emily's gaze moved from the lifeless body to Derek, who rushed over with his phone extended. "Okay, talk to me baby." He eagerly spoke into the phone, examining his coworker's distraught expression as his own heart raced. "I found Robert's house. I narrowed down your area and used the information you guys provided- and I found it. 24 Newberg Road, you're about six minutes away."

Emily hadn't wasted a second before running towards her SUV; Derek on her tail replied: "Copy that, thanks Garcia."

"Godspeed, guys. Save our girl." Penelope spoke from the other end, ending the call to inform the rest of the team as Derek and Emily climbed in the car, speeding to the home you were being held in.

Faintly through the singular basement window, you could see flashing red and blue lights. Relief washed over you as tears fell down your cheeks. You struggled against the restraints you were held in, arms sore from being held in the same upwards position for these past 8 & 1/2 hours. You could hear the steel door creek open and shut as footsteps descending followed. Your relief left you as you met face to face with Robert, who rushed towards you, throwing a punch to your face. "They think they're going to save you."

Your lip was already busted, and you had cuts and bruises marking your whole body. He moved behind you, putting a blade up to your neck. Your breath hitched as he pulled your head back by your hair, whispering in your ear; "Time to prove them wrong."

-

Emily had already been out of the passenger's side before it came to a full stop, rushing inside the home. Derek followed after her, whisper-yelling for her to wait. She didn't oblige, rather rushed in anyway. In no way was she going to string out the little time you had left. She motioned for Derek to search upstairs, receiving a nod in return. They both should've waited for the rest of their team, but Emily already made it clear she couldn't wait, and Derek understood. This was personal... and time wasn't in their favor, if Robert was following his 10 hours spent with each victim.

Her heart was pounding as she neared every corner, pausing when she observed the steel door cracked open. While she should've retrieved Derek for backup, she went down instead, keeping her gun aimed ahead. The door shut behind her, leaving her in total darkness as it made a beeping noise. Only then did she realize that it had no handle on the inside, but that it needed a keycard, likely installed by the twisted killer who brought women down here, guaranteeing that escaping was out of the question. The air was cold and bitter down here, smelling of metal and mildew; agony so potent in the air. She breathed heavily, continuing her descent as she prepared for what laid ahead.

But nothing could've prepared her to meet face to face with you, strung up and beaten. So vulnerable and broken. A tang of pain struck her heart as she watched your face pinch, tears mixing with the crimson on your cheeks. The knife against your neck made her blood run cold as she aimed at the unsub. "Back away and drop the knife." Her voice came out firm as she remained at a safe distance, not wanting to push the Delmont man. "Ah, Emily Prentiss."

"I said back away and drop the-"

"I do that and you put me in prison, or I kill her and you kill me. Doesn't seem like a win-win situation, now does it?"

"Let her go." She ordered, unable to tell the man that she didn't want to shoot him. If anything, she wanted to torture him for the trauma he had inflicted on you. Make him feel every bit of pain you have felt- every bit of pain she had felt in the absence of you.

"I know how deeply you care for her... she's so... extravagant. I'd want her too. Well, I had her... that's for sure." He chuckled as you shut your eyes tightly. Her lip curled as her eyebrows furrowed, reminding herself of the oath she took for this job. An oath that she wished didn't exist in this very moment. "You son of a bitch."

"You want me to slit her throat right now? I will."

"You know what I want you to do. If you comply, we can negotiate-"

"We both know that's bullshit. Don't we?" He stated, turning to put his lips up to your ear at the last part. You tried to pull away, but he yanked your head back. Emily was panicking because she didn't have a clear shot of him. He was perfectly blocked by your shaking body, and you would be hit in order to get him, no matter the angle.

"You walk out those doors and leave, I'll spare her. Leave her for you to find in a couple days."

"I'm not negotiating this with you."

"I thought you wanted to negotiate? Don't you want her alive?" He started, tilting his head as he watched Emily's expression harden. "I can leave her lifeless if you'd prefer... yeah. Yeah that sounds better." Pounding came from the steel door upstairs as all three below heard Derek's shouts. "Clock's ticking." He grinned as Emily's body shivered, mouth opening to speak. "No. Times up." He finalized; In a swift motion, he sliced your neck open as you cried out. Her body stilled, though her reflexes didn't waste a second to shoot his withdrawn arm. He scampered to the side, clutching his arm as he rushed towards her. She was quicker, firing one final shot that knocked him down for good.

Her gaze moved back at you, watching the blood pour to the ground below your bowed head. "Y/n-" spit from her mouth as she rushed towards you, untying the ropes around your wrists, letting you fall into her arms. You were coughing on your own blood as she tried to turn you on your side, clearing your airway as she applied pressure to your open wound. "Stay with me my love, stay with me." She instructed, pushing the hair out of your face as you looked up at her.

Never had she felt fear like this before as her arms desperately pulled your shaking body closer to hers, trying to keep you curled into her like you would several nights spent together. She'd whisper how much she loved you as she held you dearly as she'd kiss your head, reminding you that in those moments, it was just you two. Not the job, not the world. You were each other's safe havens; the only light outside the dark they faced every day.

"I'm right here. I've got you, love. Stay with me." She spoke quickly, keeping pressure as crimson spilled over her fingers. You were struggling to breath, but you needed to speak; you knew you weren't leaving this basement, just like you knew she was denying that truth. It pained you to be aware of your fate when you had finally found the other half to your soul that spent every waking moment reminding you of what real love was. Slowly, your arm rested on her hand upon your neck, grasping it. Her broken eyes peered down at you as both of you could hear your other team members desperately trying to get through that godforsaken door, calling out your guys' names.

"They're going to get us out of here... and we're gonna get you to a hospital- you're gonna be okay. I- I'm right here." She insisted, clenching her jaw as she fought back the tears lining her waterline. If you saw her break, she was sure you would too. She needed to be strong, but all you needed in this moment was her. "Em-" You tried, unable to continue as blood poured from the corner of your mouth. "Don't try to talk honey-"

"Emily." You managed to get out, choking on your blood as her head slightly shook. "Lis-listen to me." Your hand squeezed hers as she tried to talk again. "You k-know what's going t-to happen."

"No."

"Emily-"

"No-"

"I'm not going to m-make it."

"No! No I don't accept that." She exclaimed, her head shaking vigorously as a sob slipped from her throat. "Em, please-" You tried, but she cut you off as tears now began to fall down her cheeks. "I can't- I can't accept that. I need you. I'm always going to need you." Her voice was utterly broken; already in denial, she couldn't stop shaking her head at you, pushing away the thoughts of what life would be like when she stepped outside of this house, knowing you weren't ever coming home with her.

"I love you s-" You had started, beginning to fade out of consciousness. Her eyes widened as she used her arm from under you to touch your face, pulling your body up to hers. "So much." You managed to finish, though your eyes were slowly shutting. Exhaustion wasn't even a comparable word to what you were feeling. When the pain started to fade, and you began to feel numb, you knew your time was up. "Hey- Stay with me y/n." She slightly shook you; your eyes weren't fully closed, but your eyelids were drooped. "Please stay with me." Her words were quiet, small. So much pain was laced in those four words as she felt the exact moment your life left your body.

Her body stilled as she pulled back to look at your face; eyelids were still drooped, but you were gone. Her jaw slowly slacked as she shook her head, removing her hand from your throat before placing it on your cheek, gently tilting your head at an angle where you would be able to see her. "No- no please!" Sobs were spilling from her lips as her chest heaved, thumb stroking your face delicately. "I need you-"

A loud, ground shaking bang came from the upstairs as she pulled your lifeless body up against her chest, cradling the back of your head over her shoulder as the other hand tightly held your bare waist. "Emily!" Derek's voice erupted from the stairway as several footsteps boomed from afar.

"I love you- I love you so much." She wept, eyes shut tightly as the rest of her team members made it downstairs, halting at the sight. The unsub's body had been the first thing observed, but the sight of Emily cradling your lifeless body- seeing Emily shattered in a way that they'd never seen before caused them to still.

JJ's hand covered her mouth as Hotch lowered his gun, tears beginning to brim in his own eyes despite his usual cold exterior. Rossi & Spencer beside him unable to watch as he turned away, walking into JJ's embrace. Then there was Derek, who stood with his mouth agape, heart plummeting. One of his best friends was forever broken, and the other dead.

Eventually, JJ had to pull Emily from your body, which took a tremendous amount of effort to do. Your lover had refused to let you go as she cried I'm sorry's and pleas for you to come back to her. Knowing you died before she said I love you back destroyed her. She just wanted to hold you; to kiss you one more time. Yet all she could do was kiss your forehead as they removed you from her arms, watching your hand leave hers.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

real sad emily one shot coming ur way later im so sorry in advance

snippet under the cut

tw: references to suicide

He watches the back of her head, wishing he could read her mind. Wishing he could reach into it and bring her back, because she’s not the same as she was before.

Maybe it’s unfair to expect her to be. You can’t die and be ressurected as the same person. Change is the only truly implicit aspect of human nature. 

If she won’t come inside, he’ll go to her, and he does, joining her on the fire escape. The metal groans beneath his feet and he wonders if that’s why she comes out here, in the hopes that one day the structure will collapse, and it won’t really be her fault, or her choice, but she’ll finally be able to let it all go. It’s a dramatic and depressing thought, but it’s not the first time it’s crossed his mind. 

[prentissvest]

where's my baby? -a Jemily fanfic

warnings: mentions of death (haemorrhage), grieving, birth (idk if that's one), hospitals

I don't own any of these characters, or original episode plot lines only the fanfic. please don't steal this story.

(not my gif)

After nine long and anxious months the baby was finally on its way.

Emily and JJ had always known that they had wanted to have children together, well as it was the main conversation of their second date one might say they were even a little enthusiastic. it had been 4 years since that second date Emily thinks back to, she chuckles to herself as she remembers the pickup lines that Derek had told her would win JJ over but apparently "hey baby are you ice?because I could make you cream" was maybe not the best one for that date, the one after that.. maybe.

At around the 3 year mark Emily proposed to JJ in Rome it was beautiful the fairy lights and 'will you marry me' written in roses as Emily stood there speaking sonnets to the blonde about her love for her before the finally awaited answer of "YES."

Emily gets instantly pulled out of her thoughts by a strong grip stiffen around her hand, Emily grunts in pain which gets her a dirty look from her wife. and not too long later JJ's body relaxes as the pain begins to subside.

Emily gets a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach when she sees the doctors look at each other with worry and then speed off with the incubator with her newborn but she doesn't want any stress for JJ so she just goes down to the shorter woman's level and whispers kind words to her. "you did amazing baby" Emily says with a pained smile as she begins to realise why the baby was ever so quickly rushed away, there were no cries...

"where is she? where's our baby Em?" JJ says trying to look around but lets out a pained grunt. "she's ok, they just want to check on her" Emily says with clear worry on her face. "no, no why wasn't she crying- Em.. she wasn't- she.." JJ begins to sob into her wife's chest as the doctor begins to walk into the room once more. "where is she" "there's no need to worry mrs. prentiss, when you daughter was born her cord was wrapped around her neck stopping the oxygen flow and resulting in less oxygen to get to her brain but she is now stable and will be brought in shortly."

the two woman relax into each other. "why do they never start with the good news?" JJ says rubbing her eyes tiredly while sinking further into the bed.

"you ok hunny?" Emily says while running her hands through her wife's hair, "yeah just a little dizzy, ill sleep it off once i've seen that she's ok"

"do you need anything to eat? it might help" Emily offers, "yes please" JJ says with a tired smile.

Emily begins to walk out of the hospital room and begins to head to the cafeteria, when she turns a corner she sees a nurse leaving a utility closet, she smiles at them to make her aware of the raven haired woman, the nurse gives a small smile and scrambles away in the opposite direction as an alert on her pager began to go off.

Emily decided to get a small fruit cup, small cupcake and a sandwich as a small meal for her wife, but as she is heading back she hears "CODE BLUE, I REPEAT CODE BLUE" she runs in the direction of JJ's room when she sees doctors scrambling around trying to save her wife. the food tray falls to the floor as Emily tries to help her. the doctors manage to pull Emily away but as the others continuously work the line on the monitor goes flat for the 3rd time. there's nothing that can be done, silence fills the room until..

"JJ"

"mrs-"

"come on JJ come back to me please-"

"WHY AREN'T YOU HELPING HER"

"mrs. prentiss" a doctor she recognised from earlier places a hand on her shoulder.

"NO YOU HAVE TO HELP HER- I- I can't loose her.... I can't"

"im sorry mrs but there's nothing we can do, she haemorrhaged not long after the birth, there was too much blood loss, there's nothing we could have done"

"get out." Emily says with her face numbed

"but mrs-"

"I said GET OUT"

all of the doctors disperse from out of the room as Emily crumbles to the bed where her wife lay, holding her hand in her own while her warm tears hit the coldening skin of the woman whom lay infront of her.

"im so sorry my love- I should have gotten the doctors to check.. I could have- I- why didn't I get them to check? why didn't I know?" Emily says sobbing into the pillow nest to where JJ's head lay.

"im so sorry" she says placing her hand on her wife's face. "I will do everything. everything. in my power to keep our daughter safe."

a few hours later..

a soft knock is heard from the door way, "im sorry to disturb but I thought you'd like to see her" a nurse says holding a small baby wrapped up in a blanket.

Emily who now sits in the empty room sitting in the chair which used to be nest to the bed which JJ lay in but had been wheeled out now mere hours ago yet that moment replays in her head like a broken record that chips aways at her shattered heart more, and more each time.

Emily nods, wiping away the tears she was unaware had slid down her face. the nurse walks over and slowly lowers the small child into Emilys arms. big beautiful blue eyes stared back at her, the brown eyed woman tears up again.

" oh sweet Roslyn were gonna get through this together" Emily says smiling at the name that her and JJ had picked as soon as they knew they were going to have a baby girl. the small child wrapped her miniature hand around Emily's finger.

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apologies for the crappyness of this story, it is the first one I have written, if anyone has any tips or story ideas they'd like me to write id be more then happy to do so :)

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Emily Prentiss, Criminal Minds: S4E3 “Minimal Loss” and S4E17 “Demonology” // Frank Bidart, “Half-light”

[luthqrs]

JENNIFER JAREAU & EMILY PRENTISS in CRIMINAL MINDS 5x03 | ‘Reckoner'

+ a close up…. for science

[missmitchieg]

[scarlettjemily]

i think rossi isn't the only one who needs mandated trauma therapy cause what the fuck jj

[veeluvss]

Oh, JJ

TW: SELF-HARM and talks of suicide. JEMILY COMFORT BAU gate has been impacting JJ more than she'd like to admit.

Please note the following content includes topics of self harm and suicide intention, this may be triggering for some readers so reader discretion is advised. 

JJ didn’t know what to do. BAU gate was no longer BAU gate. It was inJure fear Jean. A website dedicated to her - doing things she couldn’t even imagine ever doing. She was sick. She couldn’t get the images or the videos- even the goddamn noises-  out of her mind. Every step she took she felt like she’d fall over from the gravity of the situation. She couldn’t cope. 

Sitting in the round table room, she made sure to keep her arms covered because the situation had become more than mental. She hated to admit it but as soon as she found out about Holly, well, she couldn’t get it off her mind. She had done it the night before and it was red and scarred now. She didn’t know why she did it really. She wanted to ease the pain but she was addicted to the distraction now. Not only that but she knew she had no one else to get her pain out too. No one else knew. No one would listen to her, she had no other outlet.

“JJ,” she heard from Emily, a voice so soft, so concerned. But she shook it off, no one had to be concerned about her, they were busy enough. She went on about the cameras in the parking garage but didn’t really hear herself. It all sounded distant and distorted. Although she was in the room, living, breathing, she felt mentally far away. 

“Em,” she called out quickly as Tara and Luke left the room. “You got a sec?” Emily gave her the soft eyes. Did she know? No, she can’t know. 

“Sure, what’s up?” She asked, in a tone that a mum would almost speak to a child. JJ sighed and went to speak, fiddling with her sleeves.

“Excuse me, Emily?” Tyler Green said. JJ’s stomach sank. “I need to speak to you and Rossi, it’s urgent.” “Not now,” Emily said, waving her arm to dismiss the intruder. “Gold star. Urgent.” JJ’s stomach sank further. She knew she had no way to tell her now, even if she didn’t know what to say at least she could try and cry for help. She hated what she had done to herself and she hated that she wanted to do it again. Emily stammered and turned to the blonde who stood there, hurting everywhere. “It can wait,” JJ stuttered. It could. She wasn’t important. What she had done wasn't important. Emily backed off and JJ headed to the bathroom. She needed to be sick. Her heart was pounding. She couldn’t swallow the ball in her throat, it had to come out. 

She dropped to her knees after slamming the cubicle door. She gripped the toilet bowl so hard her knuckles went white as she gagged over the toilet. Nothing came up. The images from the site fled through her mind like old film and she squeezed her eyes shut, hoping it would help. 

“Go away,” she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Get out of my head!” She screamed through gritted teeth. The sobs came in hard and fast. JJ couldn’t catch her breath. She put her sleeve between her mouth so she wasn’t too loud - she didn’t want to cause attention. 

After throwing up, JJ flushed the toilet and sat on the floor. Slowly, she peeled up her sleeves to reveal the red, scarred cuts on her wrist. A teardrop fell onto it and she sighed heavily. What had she done? Why wouldn’t it go away? She wondered if this was what her sister had felt? Was she letting Roslyn down or would Roslyn understand? 

Her phone dinged in her pocket with a message from Luke, Sydney and the kids had arrived. She sighed and got up from the floor. She pulled her sleeves far down, over her hands, touching her fingernails. She turned the lock and paused, she couldn’t look at herself in the mirror but she had to to make sure she looked presentable. She took a deep breath and pulled open the door and headed towards the sinks. Quickly, she glanced at her face to make sure no evidence of crying was there. There wasn’t. And then grabbed a cup of water in her hand to wash her mouth out. She popped in some chewing gum from her pocket and headed out of the bathroom like nothing was wrong. Like her whole life wasn’t falling apart. 

After speaking to Holly, it was all she wanted to do. Punish herself, get out of her own mind, distract herself. But she couldn’t. She had to be there for Sydney and the girls. “You can call us anytime,” JJ said to Sydney as she went to walk away. Sydney nodded and walked off. 

“How are they doing?” Emily asked, coming up behind JJ. 

“Erm,” JJ couldn't find the words to say. How could they be doing really? Their lives had fallen apart just like hers had. “I think they’re gonna be okay,” she said nonetheless. 

“How ‘bout you?” JJ asked. She wasn’t really bothered, she just wanted to keep the attention away from herself. Emily went on an angry rant about Brian and JJ nodded along, it all sounded so stressful for Emily.  She didn’t want to add to that stress. 

“Hey, what did you want to talk about?” Emily asked, her anger almost dissipating. “Oh,” JJ forgot she even asked. “Nothing. It’s not important,” she whispered. “Okay.” Emily said, she sent a small smile before walking off - leaving JJ standing in the bullpen alone. She wasn’t important. What she was going through wasn’t important. She had to do it now. 

She headed to the bathroom with her head down and hands over her sleeves. She pushed open the cubicle door and slid to the floor. She pulled out the small knife from her pocket and rolled up her sleeves. She didn’t want to think anymore. She didn’t want to breathe anymore. She wanted to be away, be out. Be gone. She didn’t matter. No one would care. They were all so busy, they wouldn’t even notice her gone. She was numb. 

So numb she didn’t hear the sound of the door opening, or the small call out for her name. She didn’t notice the cubicle door opening or Emily drop down beside her. 

“JJ,” Emily cried and grabbed her hands. “JJ,  stop,” she said. JJ’s hands were shaking and tears streamed down her cheeks, landing on the blood caking her arm. “JJ. JJ, stop. Baby, stop.” Emily said again. JJ snapped out of it then. Her head shot up and she looked at Emily through teary eyes. “JJ,” Emily cooed. She came in closer and shut the cubicle door so they wouldn’t be disturbed. It was a tight fit but Emily didn’t care. “What are you doing here?” JJ asked, barely above a whisper. “I realised how much you needed me. You said it’s not important but it is. JJ you’re so important,” Emily replied. She cupped the younger girl's face and JJ shut her eyes tight as she shook her head. “Not for this. Not- not not more important than Gold Star or Brian or the-” “JJ, you are the most important thing in this world,” Emily said, her own eyes filling with tears. “They used me, Em,” JJ sobbed, remembering the website. “I know Jay, I know.” “They used my face and they abused it. They made me-” she couldn’t finish her sentence. “My body isn’t mine anymore. I don’t know who I am.” Emily turned and took JJ into her arms, holding her tighter than she ever had before. JJ gripped her friend’s top for dear life, as if she might change her mind and leave her alone again. “I’m so sorry JJ,” Emily whispered and ran her fingers through JJ’s soft, blonde, long hair. “I’m here now.” 

“Not your fault,” JJ said, between her tears. She didn’t want someone else to feel guilty for her actions. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice before. I’m sorry you got this bad,” Emily sighed and rested her lips on JJ’s head, giving her a gentle kiss. “Not your fault,” JJ repeated. “I know but I’m sorry, my love,” Emily whispered and wrapped her arms tighter around JJ. She sighed seeing the blood on the floor and on JJ’s clothes. “Shall we get you cleaned up?” 

“I - I can do it,” JJ muttered as she sat up. She turned her arm so she didn’t have to look at her mess. “No, I’m not leaving you alone. Let me help,” Emily said softly and tucked some hair behind JJ’s ear. JJ didn’t say anything, only nodded. 

“Let me grab the first aid kit, I won’t be a minute,” Emily said quickly. She made sure she had JJ’s knife and headed out to find a first aid kit as quickly as she could. In the minute she was gone, JJ couldn’t hold her emotions back any longer. Emily was helping, she was being a nuisance. Was she mad? Annoyed she’d taken her away from the case? The emotions were too strong. She pulled her knees to her chest and sobbed into them, wrapping her body up tight to protect herself. Her arms were in agony from the cuts but she deserved it, that was all she kept telling herself. She deserved it. She definitely didn’t deserve Emily’s help. 

“Oh, Jay,” Emily whispered as she came back in and saw the sorry sight. “Sweetheart, you’re safe now,” she said as she sat back down on the floor. “Don’t deserve you,” JJ whispered. “I was bad. It’s bad.” “JJ, you’re not in trouble. You’d never be in trouble for this," Emily said, confused. “It’s bad though! I don’t deserve you,” Jennifer sobbed and shook her head over and over again. “Okay, come here,” Emily said. She wrapped herself around JJ’s crying body and almost cradled her as the young girl cried and cried. It took a good five minutes for JJ’s tears to subside. She leaned into Emily’s hold and hid her head in the crook of her neck. “I’ve got you, you’re safe with me,” Emily said and kissed JJ’s head again. “So safe with me.” 

Emily worked quickly on getting JJ’s cuts cleaned up. Whilst she left, she also grabbed JJ a new shirt, thankfully long sleeved. “I’m going to book you in a meeting with the psychiatrist but until then, I want you working alongside me okay?” “I’m not a child,” JJ huffed a little. She didn’t need to be babysat. “Tell me honestly, do you think you can keep yourself safe?” Emily asked, wrapping the last bandage around her arm. JJ didn’t respond, maybe she did need to be babysat. 

“Okay so you’re staying with me. And you talk to me,” Emily said. “I’m here for you and you are important.” “I am?” JJ asked, her eyes filling with tears again. “The most important, to me.” 

“I love you.” JJ whispered, tilting her head to the side. “I love you, JJ.” Emily replied and took JJ into her arms for another hug. 

[starchaser45]

Penelope: okay what's your guys' biggest regrets , I'll start I regret staying up all night and missing the Taylor Swift tickets

Derek: mine is probably not getting with Savanna sooner

JJ: same but with Emily

Emily: mine is telling JJ to go for will and that they'll make a cute couple now everytime I remember that I wanna punch myself

Rossi: mine is divorci_

Penelope: nope not doing that again

Reid: mine is not kissing Diane right leading to the love of my life's death

Hotch: mine is not making the deal with foyet leading to the love of my life's death

Everyone: ..............

Derek: god I forgot they were hear

Sad son and dad 😭😭😭😭

[hookechoes]

"you actually died?" reid literally became a five year old child in that moment, god

[dcvidsrossi]

Emily: What am I most afraid of? Hmm, let's see...

Reid: Global warming. And getting a ‘B’.

Rossi: The phone ringing in the middle of the night.

Hotch: I'm too much of a perfectionist.

Rossi: Aaron, this isn't a job interview.

Hotch: Oh, man. Job interviews.

Morgan: Nothing.

Reid: Yeah, right. What about the pigeons?

Morgan: No, I don't like them. They're shifty.

Will: Losing JJ.

JJ: Aww. Hotel bedspreads.

Will:

Penelope: Never getting my driver's license. Or getting one but the picture sucks.

Emily: Dying alone.

[temilyrights]

[ X, X ]

[emberfrostlovesloki]

Gideon + Poetry

All photo credits are at the end

"Romance #1" by Eunsong Kim

like some 14 year old girl waiting for her crush to glance back i

keep waiting for capitalism to end

but it won't end

my adult life lover states

on what will end:

Libraries Birds Retirement Recess Sprinting during recess Hispid Hares Starfish shaped like stars inconvenience Wrinkles Sunken cheeks Living Corals Protests Anti-Nuclear Proliferation Non-Aggression Pacts Dragonflies Mangosteen DMZs Trade Embargos Leopards, all kinds Sawfins Rewilding Infiltration Plot/Dreams Oak, Trees. Partulina Varisbilis Partulina Slendida (-------) Violence Prevention Programs News. News:

Might a few jellyfish survive—

counting till revelations becomes a part of—

I feel like Gideon isn't talked about very much, and I get it. He's in the show far less than Rossi, and his ending is unsatisfying. But in many ways, he built the team. He's Spencer's father figure and Aaron's friend. He sticks up for Elle, Emily, and Penelope and keeps Morgan in balance. I think he is sad for much of the show and is good at hiding it. I think this poem represents that dynamic well. He's waiting for the world to be good. He's waiting for something that will never come, and in the end, that's why he has to leave.

But I just want to remind you all there is good in the world. There is hope out there. You matter and if you feel sad or alone I am always here to talk. Please be kind to yourselves today. I hope the start to your weeks is amazing! Love Levi - ❤️

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[dedise]

I'm having serious dad!Hotch & soft!Hotch thoughts.

I think about Hotch growing up in an incredibly abusive and violent home, and when he finds out that Haley is pregnant he's so scared. about how much more terror he feels when he finds out that it's a son, because he was a son and his father was violent towards him.

I'm thinking about how hard it was for him to hold Jack the first time, the same hands that killed were now responsible to confort and be gentle.

Aaron being so terrified of fucking up his kid and hurt him that he's scared to talk to him, let alone hug him.

teenage Jack understanding that his dad is a complicated man, that he's hurt, and doesn't blame him if sometimes he's standoffish, or even detached. Jack understands that his father loves him anyway, he sees it in the way he smiles at him, softly, in the way he never yells at him, in the way the mistakes the teen does are just that: mistakes.

he sees it in the way where sometimes, when Jack is particulalrly tired, when he places his head on his dad's shoulder his dad doesn't move until he does, as if Jack were a cat.

he sees it in the way where, when Jack is excited about something, sometimes he grabs his dad's arm, and Aaron doesn't recoil or push him away, like Jack has seen him do when someone else touches him.

Jack knows his dad is a complicated man. he sees in the way where sometimes he's a little too silent, a little too cautios. a little too much somewhere in his head, not in the present. Jack, upon getting older, has an understanding that his dad's childhood might have not been happy. he knows, because he has never seen pictures of him as a child, or ever heard stories of his grandparents.

nonetheless, Jack loves him.

and Aaron loves him too, but he's still terrified. he still feels inadequate for that job.

Aaron knows he would never hit his kid. he knows he would never scream at him. but Aaron isn't sure if raising his kid in a house where silence dominates is a good idea either. that can't be healthy.

that's why he's a bad father.

he keeps his distance, as much as he can. because if he doesn't, everything that's rotten in him will engulf Jack, and he can't allow that. he can't hurt his kid.

he knows his kid is smart. he realized that to a degree, Jack got the gist of his behaviour. he doesn't like that he did, because that just opens doors to getting hurt.

he doesn't want to hurt his kid.

Aaron, he is doing the opposite of what his parents did. Aaron thinks he's fucking up his kid in a different way.

Jack thinks his father is trying to fuck himself over, if it means that Jack will have some kind of peace of mind. Jack knows his dad has issues, but he doesn't quite yet understand why he feels the need to hurt himself, whichever way he finds to.

Jack thinks his dad is the kindest, bravest man out there. putting others before himself, trying his hardest to make sure the ones he loves are contenct and satisfied. of course, he's a teenager, he would never say that out loud.

he thinks maybe he should.

Aaron, in his own eyes, is a failure. he tried to do what's best, he still fucked his kid up. how? he doesn't know, he just knows he did.

maybe he is like his parents. maybe he is worse.

the team, the profilers. they can't read Aaron most of the time. he confuses them, in a sense.

they know Aaron hated physical contact, so they know that when he pats them on the shoulder, he's going out of his way. the team knows that everytime, he tries so hard to make the job a little less heavy.

otherwise, they wouldn't be allowed to crack jokes or take a breather. normally, they'd get scolded. really, sometimes they should. but Aaron doesn't, he lets them be.

so they're confused. because the man who offers comfort won't allow to be comforted. the man insisting they talk about their problems never opens up.

the man who'd never really scream at them, lets them scream at him, get angry at him, blame him. they notice the very subtle flinch whenever that happens.

still, he lets them do that, if it's going to make them feel better.

they don't understand him, not really. they know he's kind. they've hardly seen him smile, and when he does he tries to hide it.

he looks at his shoes when you tell him a kind thing about him, gives a small 'thanks', like he doesn't believe it. maybe he doesn't want to believe it.

because if he believed it, then he'd have to admit that he's not a monster, but simply a hurt man. or, better yet, a hurt child.

he sees himself unworthy of love, because he doesn't believe to be making a positive impact in people's lives. so why should he get any type of love, or thanks.

the people around him, they wish he could see himself through their eyes.

maybe he'd see that he gives pieces of his heart, of his soul, to everyone he cares about, even if that means slowly destroying himself.

maybe he'd see he's worthy of their love, and that maybe, he should give himself a piece of his own heart to himself, and to keep that piece safe.

but Aaron doesn't.

so Aaron, until he dies, will forever be a violent, unworthy monster. to him, that's the only truth that matters.

so he keeps his distance, loves from afar. hoping that his rotten insides don't spill, infecting everyone around him.

[abbyanderson345]

the only reason my parents love me is because i’m there daughter not because they love me

[sevengoodusesofacadaver]

Emily: “We need you to tell us your truth.”

Jade: “Will you listen to me this time?”

Emily: “Yes.”

Emily [voice breaking]: “We will.”

(This interaction left a chasm inside of me.)