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A Goodnights Sleep

Elle Greenaway is my wife, no one can say anything to me about it. Yes I am only on episode 18 of season one of Criminal Minds but if anything bad happens to her in the next 15 seasons I will become an unsub

Elle Greenaway x Black! Fem! SSA! Reader

Reader is down bad for Elle, and Elle is down bad for her but in a less subtle way

Warnings: a few mentions of throwing up, mentions of Elle dying but nothing happens to her, Elle being a lil grumpy, reader and Elle get called in late at night, takes place in season one episode 15, Unfinished Business. (Also this was a tad bit more self indulgent than all my other works, so the reader wears glasses because I wear glasses), allusions to smut. It's long because she's my gf and deserves the world. Enjoy!

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Just 45 minutes ago, I was fast asleep. Elle in my apartment, cuddled up under the warm covers, the smell of Elle's shampoo aiding my sweet dreams. Then, the moment of peace was destroyed.

It started slow, then the noise seemed to get louder, slowly invading my dreams and shaking me brutally awake. It was like someone was slowly pulling my covers off my body. Like an evil coldness seeping into my bones while I slept. I squinted my eyes open, pushing the my scarf up from my eyes and groaned.

Our phones sat on the nightstand closest to her, both lighting up buzzing loudly against the wood.

"Ellie."

I muttered still under the haze of sleep. In my defense, she was closer to our phones than I was. She laid totally still, chest rising and falling peacefully. The chimes of both of our phones going off at the same time made an ugly noise that ripped through my bedroom and ripped me further from sleep the longer it continued.

"Ellie!" I swatted her perfect ass, and she jumped up a bit.

"Hm?" She hummed in a state of slight alarm.

"Phone." I mumbled.

"What?" With a small stretch she propped herself up on her arms and ran a hand down her sleepy face. Even tired, she still looked perfect.

"Phone. Answer." The order was brief but after a moment, I heard her press the off button on my phone and grab hers. She hissed, the bright light searing her eyes and hit the answer button

"Greenaway." She bit back a yawn, I bit back a curse. Of course it was work. In hindsight, if both of our work phones were ringing it would be work calling but still. Of course.

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After dozing off while brushing my teeth and stabbing myself in the back of the throat, I sat parked outside Elle's apartment waiting for her to come out in her work clothes. I would've laughed at the memory of Elle hopping out the shower, patting me on the back furiously as I gagged. I dropped to my knees, still covered in water from our shower, her still covered in the soap she was rinsing off her body. If only it was a funny thing that happened while getting ready to go to work for the morning.

The dark sky was taunting me, and all I could try to do to keep myself awake was stare off through the windshield and continuously check that I had locked the car doors after Ellie hopped out.

I wanted to be back in my bed, in my mumu and bonnet with my girlfriend. Not on my way to work where I can't be all over her, showering her face (and everywhere else) with kisses because we'll get called into HR for sexual misconduct.

But life isn't perfect in the slightest. Shaken from my pessimistic thoughts by my lady coming back into the car, I sighed. Tossing her bag in the back seat with mine, she pulled her seat belt on and I slipped my crocs back on so I could drive.

"You have everything?" I asked, my voice still rough from the early hour. I hadn't even bothered to put on proper makeup, abandoning my usual lip liner and gloss combo and just putting on a bit of lip gloss and mascara.

"Sadly." She responded gruffly. With a wry smile, I pressed a kiss to her hand leaving a glossy stain on her. She tried to smile back at me but she sighed after a minute and my heart cracked.

As much as she tried not to make it noticeable, Elle had been feeling down lately. About how her life was going, about what career she chose. And the thing about Elle is there's nothing you can do for her unless she wants you to do it.

"Let's just get there and we'll just have to sleep on the plane." It was the best I could do for her. Under the light of the moon, she shut her eyes and let out a fake sob.

"Oh god, don't say 'on the plane', because now I'm scared we'll have to go somewhere." Running her hands just over her face, I held up my large giant mug, and she took a sip from the straw. Her slender fingers tilted the straw to me and I look a sip in response. Placing the cup down, I put the car into reverse and began to back out of the parking lot.

"It's what the go bags are for baby." I grumbled.

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I threw my coat down at my desk, listening to Spencer, Derek and Hotch speak about whoever it is we were called to meet.

Saying I was listening is a lie, I was actually staring at Elle like always. Her long lashes and full lips were basically calling me, saying 'lets run back home before these guys can catch us'. Her eyes met mine and I shot her a wink. A smile that warmed my heart was her response. Sure, the tired bags under my eyes weren't sexy but I wasn't trying to be. I just wanted to be let her know there was someone here for her in all this mess.

Being woken up in the middle of the night due to a murder case wasn't thrilling. In fact, it was really disheartening. To be woken up and instantly reminded how evil the world is always hurts. You can go to bed thinking of how many people you saved, how many people you kept alive, how many people you got justice for. Then you wake up the next morning and you're told there's another one and their worse than the last.

You'll go to bed that night, thinking 'if only I knew about this guy sooner, I could've stopped him sooner, I could've kept these people alive' but you learn how to live with the knowledge you can't save everyone and be grateful that you did save somebody. Elle was different though Every night, she to goes to bed thinking 'there's people out there I should be catching'. As her girlfriend, it's my job to keep her mind off the bad. And if I have to do that by making corny jokes and winking at her when I look half dead then I'll do it until I die.

Slipping behind her I took her hand in mine, just for a few moments. Out of sight of everyone (at Elle's behest of always wanting to look professional. Me personally? I always wanted everyone to know how much I loved my Ellie) I ran a manicured nail over her hand and Elle motioned for me to bend a bit. Crouching down, Elle pressed a soft kiss to my braids.

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Reid read the letter, as I scribbled notes in my notebook, my glasses perched on my nose.

The Keystone Killer had eluded Max Ryan sometime ago, and now he was apparently back. But did it need to be in the middle of the night? I twirled my pen in between my fingers, and bit my lower lip. Everything about this case just made me grumpier and grumpier. A cold case, reactivated, called in the middle of the night, and a man with some abhorrent manners playing SSA. Great.

"He got away?" Morgan asked, sleeves rolled up. Part of me was angry that he just always looked good no matter how tired he was. The other part was really hungry for some reason. Elle's eyes met mine and she blinked at me with a look that said

'Kill me now, I want to go home.'

I shook my head in response and gave her my own look that said 'no can do babe'.

"Would we have woken you up if caught him?" Then silence. My eyebrow shot up and Elle's eyes caught mine and once again we shared a look. The greatest thing about being a lesbian was that women understand each other in a way men can never understand. This was certainly one of those moments.

'Oh??' Elle's eyes basically screamed and I pursed my lips as if to say

'Me personally, I would never take that' and Elle bit her bottom lip, hiding a smile. I smiled lightly, glancing back down at my notepad as Gideon cleared his throat.

Eventually, I spaced out (which I honestly shouldn't have, if anyone found out about that I could've gotten yelled at but I got the overall gist) and JJ entered with yet another victim. Carla Bromwell.

"Take a look, see what you can see." JJ announced handing me the paper. I frowned deeply, fixing my glasses and taking an apprehensive sip of my coffee.

My specialties were stalking crimes, crimes of sexual harassment and I had a medical Ph.D under my belt along with a Ph.D of Forensic Science in the works, and a Ph.D in psychology, I was usually the first one to look at a body after police. Still this picture (maybe it was just because I was so sleepy) did nothing for me.

"I'm not seeing anything special. Well other than a bag on her head but there's no abrasions on her neck, there's no bruises on her face or anything suggesting he had to fight her down. I'd have to see her." I sighed miserably, placing the paper back down. I felt last nights dinner coming back up. Dead bodies were nothing new, but I was already in a crappy mood then I had to examine a corpse. It would make any woman's stomach turn.

A soft hand brushed against mine, and I tensed up for a moment. It was Elle. She was never one for affection at work (but once that clock hit 6:00 good luck, keeping her off me) but seeing me stifle vomiting all over the table must've given her a bit of leeway. Leeway I was grateful for.

"I'll meet you all on the plane in 30." Hotch announced, heading to the door leaving us all in his irritated wake. Elle's head lolled back and she kept him lips pursed together to hide her frustration.

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"Bab- sorry," Elle corrected herself, before uttering my name. I was looking around the crime scene, the bright curtains of Carla Bromwell's home blinding me. Cops bumbled around me, and I readjusted my gloves over my hands while Elle, Agent Ryan and Gideon began the examination of the body.

"Can you come take a look at this?" I nodded silently, in truth I was trying to keep my coffee down. Bye no means was this the hardest thing to look at that I've ever seen. Yet something about this case was just...bothering me. Keeping my mouth shut as much as possible was the best course of action.

"No bruising around the wrist, ankles or neck, like you said earlier. There's a lot of blood in this bag though, she got hit with something heavy." Elle pointed out to me. Yet for some reason I just stood there. Staring down at the body, not in shock or disgust but in something else.

Her hair was dark and short, like Elle's and in a weird way she looked like Elle would when she was older. When I stood in silence for a minute, I got some odd looks.

"Are you alright, Doctor?" Gideon asked me, while Elle placed a gloved hand on my shoulder. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything. I was stuck, every part of my body screaming at me not to throw up all over this dead lady.

"Is she having a stroke?" Agent Ryan asked. If I wasn't currently catatonic and a weird feeling of panic wasn't filling me from my toes to the top of my head I would've politely told him to piss off.

"Baby?" Elle whispered in my ear.

"I'm here." She whispered, taking my hand in hers. She stood behind me, her hand on my shoulder and the other holding my hand. Shutting my eyes, I took a deep breath. Elle was here. She was holding my hand and telling me she was right there. She wasn't some poor dead lady in a bag.

'But she could be.' a small voice in the back of my head nagged.

'You could be standing over her next, examining her body because some bastard got through you and got his hands on her.'

Elle's a big girl, she can handle herself. I'll always be there for Elle. Pushing down the thoughts, I shook my shoulders and opened my eyes. Now to address the meltdown I nearly had.

"My apologizes, I was a bit too deep in thought. The blood slipped out rather narrowly, not from smaller openings created by a large hit. It's one cut, a narrow but deep one." Bending down, I ignored the curdling in my guts. Elle moved her hand, the comforting weight gone.

I glanced over, seeing the opening.

"A swift beat down but not with the murder weapon." I mused.

"A surprise attack, probably." Agent Ryan revealed and Elle placed a hand back on my shoulder. I clasped it, and nodded that I was fine and we could talk about it later.

"The puzzle said, 'No fight',-" Elle began.

"I know what the puzzle said." Ryan interjected. For the second time silence filled the room. I stared at him, a blank look on my face as I thought of something. Anything I could say to this man.

Elle's neck snapped towards him quickly, and if I wanted to vomit anywhere, it was on this guy.

"My partner is entirely competent, thank you." I snapped at him as politely as I could. The nerve! The gal! The balls! The audacity! God forbid women say anything I suppose. Elle nodded slightly and I noticed her swallow. When Elle's ability's were questioned it either hit her and hurt her or hit her and bounced off. This time it hurt her.

Rolling my eyes, I bent a bit, examining the body some more. Then a few more moments passed and Elle made the decision to go look out a rear window, of course to Ryan's disapproval. Then again what wasn't to Ryan's disapproval?

"I'm going to take a look around some of the other rooms." I announced. Truth be entirely told, if I had to stay in here any longer I was going to fight this man. Elle stood by the door, and I couldn't help but notice her perk up when I announced my departure. In truth I wasn't going to examine shit, I was going to go find a nice corner and stand in it, out of everybody's way. I quite literally did my job already.

"Is there another body that needs your inspecting Dr.?" Fighting back the urge to say 'there's about to be,' and then stab him with my pen was a feat I'll forever be proud of.

"I do more than examine bodies, Agent Ryan. As an SSA I have the jurisdiction to involve myself in all facets of examining a crime scene, including but not limited too corpse examination. By all means you are welcome to follow me but there are some things I won't be able to communicate with you as you are no longer an active agent. Do you have any other questions?" With a tight lipped smile, I stood silently. When in doubt, kill them with kindness even when fake.

"No, thank you for your help Doctor." Gideon sighed, running a palm over his face.

"You're welcome, please call me if you need help with anything else." With a nod, I fought off the urge to run out of the room. Elle followed me down the hallway and we both fought off fits of the giggles that appeared whenever we were together.

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After the day we had, Elle and I were now in our hotel room. My hotel room actually. Personally, I didn't care if everyone knew what we were doing in our shared hotel room because we're two grown adults who just so happen to like women. If it were Morgan no one would bat an eye if they knew he was getting freaky in his room. I don't even think anyone on the team would actually care. Still, Elle didn't like the idea of giving any allusion to our private business.

Every mission we go on, Elle goes on a crusade 'no sex while we're chasing a murderer' but then after a few hours she can't keep her hands off me and can't focus on work until I focus on her. It's really just adorable.

I laid on my back, in my bra and Elle sat behind me, my head resting on her stomach so I could watch TV over my boobs. She ran her hand over my bonnet and I glanced up at her, seeing our matching bra sets. The second best part about being a lesbian was that you could have the perfecting matching outfit with your partner every time. Right down to the bra and underwear.

My eyes focused on the episode of South Park playing, and my body felt warm and peaceful for the first time today. From the moment we were dragged out of sleep, I had what could only be described as cold sweats all day. Like when you eat too much of a certain food and it just makes you sick.

Now I was safe. Wrapped in what can only be described as a bundle of love. The hotel room was a pleasing set of warm color tones that made me so happy that I was about to repaint my apartment the exact colors. The TV played in the background of our serene scene, Elle's soft hands never stopped drawing small circles on my skin, and we had the heat on so we could sleep without clothes on. Even better? I ordered room service.

"So do we want to talk about today? You really scared me babe." Elle asked while sliding over so my head was no longer on her stomach. With a soft 'pouf' my head hit the pillow as a new episode started.

Cuddling up next to me, Elle took my hand once more and I wrapped my other arm around her, while sliding up a bit so I could still see the TV. I knew she'd want to talk about it. I'm just glad she waited until I was comfortable and relaxed enough to discuss it.

"I don't want to talk about it, but the right thing to do is discuss it. I panicked today and I'm sorry baby. I just...she looked like you would when you get older. Then I thought 'someone could get her' and I was so scared. I almost puked all over that lady." I shuddered and Elle let out a soft noise.

"You were making your throw up face. I was scared I'd have to run you to the window." Elle traced her fingers over my stomach and I caught her hand, before she could get to my rib cage to try and tickle me.

Glancing down at her with a raised eyebrow I laughed.

"I do not have a throw up face." With weak protest, I grinned. This job took it's tolls on both of us, and I was just happy that I had Elle to help me through mine.

"You do, your eyes get all small and your lips get really dry." She explained, running a thumb over my lips. Thankfully my lips certainly weren't dry now, knowing I just put on some chapstick. Mango flavored just the way I knew she loved.

My voice dropped a bit and I cupped her chin.

"How do you know my lips get dry?" I asked looking deep into her eyes. With a smirk she licked her bottom lip. Gorgeous green eyes looked into my brown ones.

"I'm totally not staring at them." She smiled, bringing her face closer to mine.

"Oh yeah?" I pressed my lips to hers, and tasted her cherry lip balm.

"Mhmm." She hummed, as she slipped her tongue into my mouth and cupped my face. I teasingly bit her lower lip and she pushed her body into mine. We pulled apart, after I needed to breath and she followed my lips but I held my head away while we both caught our breaths.

Pressing her forehead to mine, I let out a small giggle.

"I love you. And no one's gonna get their hands on me, I promise. I'm always gonna be here for you, and I'm so thankful that you're always there for me." Ellie promised me and I felt my heart swell. I knew Elle was crazy over me just like I was for her. Yet whenever I hear her say it, it's like waves crashing into me.

"I love you more." I responded, taking her lips in another kiss. Then that kiss turned into two more, then a few more trailing down her body and in between her legs.

And this time, there was nothing that interrupted our peaceful moment, nothing that interrupted our sleep afterwards, and nothing woke us up except our alarms the next morning.

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fatalitysficbakery · 8 months

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hey bae, idrk how to request stuff its been a long time since i have !

but i was wondering if i could request an elle greenaway x reader where they supposedly ‘hate’ each other at work but theyre actually dating and they act like that to avoid suspicion and elle gets caught in a like shooter thing and then she gets back safely (based on that b99 episode w rosa)

or if thats too detailed idk,, just the last bit, ‘elle gets caught in a like shooter thing and then she gets back safely (based on that b99 episode w rosa’

idk if this makes sense i wqs daydreaming abt it in the car earlier and i am so sleep deprived rn idek if im making words right

so sorry for how long this is i love the elle fic u posted 07.10 !! im sleel now im fallimg aslepp

𓆰♡︎𓆪 What Goes On In The Dark. —

Elle Greenaway x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: angst/fluff.

warnings: hostage situation, mentions of violence, blood, and shot wounds. JJ is a profiler here. Liaison!Y/n, grief, mentions of suicide, gun violence, nothing too graphic.

synopsis: i’ll love you till the very end, amor.

a/n: i hope you enjoy my take on this request, lovely!

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↳ ❝Don’t let last words be ones to regret.❞⁣ -Unknown

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Quantico, The Behavioral Analysis Unit was always my goal from the very start, I'd walked into the double doors of the place on my first day bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, all the whilst every horror imaginable lay beneath.

There was a lot to dislike about the place, the bureaucracy the most damning flaw of all, It was a tangled mess that the agents had to deal with, to remember why you're there was to do your job well.

Elle Greenaway and I were alike in that way, we wanted to help the world be a safer place, I remember our first meeting, she'd welcomed me to hell. Her piercing brown eyes stared me down, scanning me as if she could see right through to my soul.

The blush that kissed my skin that day was embarrassing and exciting all at once. She'd find ways to talk to me, excuses to come to my office. The new liaison. I'd let the team know my doors were open at any point in time, and God did she ever abuse it. Suddenly pencils regularly disappeared from her desk. Could she use one of mine? Did I have a stapler? Hers was empty.

It was...flattering.

I couldn't lie, the agent had piqued my interest from the start. A smooth talker with a quick tongue. Clever. Amazing at her job. Just my type, you could consider me charmed from day one. She had me in the palm of her hand.

From there it was inevitable, I was hers.

Again, the ladder of the BAU was a tough one to work around, the night we finally hooked up, it was under the guise of me not having a ride home from work. My car was in the shop...The same one that was parked just in the garage parking lot, furthest space away from the other's eyes.

That night, staring into puddles of hazel brown, brunette locks tickling my skin; I knew I'd developed an addiction, and god was it a euphoric one.

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When we made it official, Elle gave me a locket, heart pendant with a picture of us in it. We'd agreed to keep it on the down low until we knew how to break it to Strauss and the rest.

That's when Operation: Become The Enemy started. Pretend to be absolutely revolted by one another at work, disappear into our own little world when alone.

It was a riot trying to pretend I hated the woman, hell, she drove me insane in all the best ways. She was my drug.

God, was she ever.

Being snapped back to reality tends to ruin all fantasies.

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The BAU was my dream. My goal from the start. I wanted to be here, I wanted to be here.

My chest felt tight, my every limb aching the moment Hotch cleared it. Allowed her to go inside. Why did it have to her? Why did she have to be the hero?

It's our job, I know. I repeated that to myself so many fucking times whilst watching her put on that damned bulletproof vest which did nothing to silence my worries. — Every other part of her became fair game.

My chest hurt, my breathing sped up. Everything blurred. Before long I was being escorted to my seat by a worried JJ, I couldn't even tell her the reason I was so upset. I felt myself drowning, sorrow encapsulated my entire being, paralyzing me with a fear I'd never felt in forever.

The fear of loss. Grief.

I couldn't believe it, the world was taking from me what happiness I had gotten back, and to make it all worse...

She'd probably thought I hated her.

POP. POP. POP.

"Was that a gunshot?! We're going in. NOW"!

It was at that moment, my sorrow melded into anger and determination. Hotch and Rossi, I could see a moment of doubt on their faces, but there was none in mine. I nodded at them, jaw set.

I could see relief wash over Aaron, I could hear Jennifer exhale.

I got geared up, muttering a quiet.

"We're going to get Elle".

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12 hours ago.

I could feel her icy glare on me, but I couldn't look her way. I wouldn't. I was too prideful. Too stubborn. Too...hurt.

It all seems so stupid now in hindsight but then, then it felt so serious. End of the world serious.

She was still worried of exposing our relationship and what that would mean, fearful. I could see it in her eyes that she didn't wanna risk the chance of losing what we had, but I was tired. Too tired to look at it from a different perspective, to be rational. I wanted the world to know.

It'd been an almost full year of Elle and Y/n. Didn't that mean something to her?

Now that I think about it; It probably meant everything to her, and that's where her hesitance stemmed from. Maybe if I hadn't been so boneheaded...

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Elle walked into your office that day, two cups of coffee in hand and a to-go bag under her chin. It was early before most of the team had even arrived. She wanted to get there before it was time for another award-winning performance of pretending to hate the woman she loved the most.

The smile that greeted you was one of pure happiness, and it had only been met with a grimace of discomfort, and a problem waiting to be made. I mean, how dare she? Bring you coffee and scones while you prepped to present another harrowing case to the team with Garcia? How absolutely dare she?

When she saw the grimace on your face after sitting the coffee and scones down, her smile faded almost immediately. Knowing instantly what this would be about, the same conversation had been going on for a week and a half now that your one-year anniversary was quickly approaching.

"It's a little early, no? You usually don't come in so soon".

That was a lie, you both knew it but Elle also knew that was only the gateway to your next question. She sits before you, pulling up a chair.

"Y/n, pleas—"

"I don't wanna do it anymore, Elle. Can't we tell Strauss and them? Our anniversary is two weeks away, we've been going behind their backs for too long...I want them to know".

Elle sighs, you'd asked this so many times and the answer stayed the same. Her lips part to speak but it's stuck in her throat, it's dying there and in her silence you find disappointments. Your mouth fixes into a slight scowl.

"Well"?

Elle finally speaks, "You know why we can’t".

Her answer again left you dissatisfied, but this time instead of fighting it, you allow words you regret to slip through the cloud of emotions you were feeling. Before you know it, it's too late to take them back, Elle's face had already fallen, and your ego was too big to take it all back.

"Fine. Well, maybe we shouldn't even be doing this. I'm tired of being just two coworkers hooking up".

The words hang in the air, toxic and venomous. The fumes left a nasty stench. Elle notices you pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you often do when uncomfortable or nervous. Yet you speak not a word.

She stands, clearing her throat.

"Just two coworkers hooking up? That's what you think of our relationship? Wow".

And that, that was all she said. There was so much and nothing left to say, neither of you quite processed what had happened before she left your office on that sullen note.

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The case had gone from a simple familial kidnapping to not only the dad holding his daughter hostage but an entire library. My Elle had gone inside that place, her bravery had always inspired me, but today I couldn't help but have a strong disdain for it. The way she was immediately ready to go. It was her nature. It was MY nature. The entirety of the BAU would've done the same, and all I could think was why it had to be here.

When we got in, it was already too late. James had shot Elle in the thigh, and his daughter in the arm, before he'd turned the gun on himself.

I'd rushed to her side, the first one there whilst the rest tended to the others. She was already grey, lips pale and blue and eyes barely opened.

From that moment, leaving her side wasn't an option, the only time I did so was when she was rolled away for surgery. The hours spent with her gone was just me sobbing uncontrollably in Penelope's arms.

I was no longer able to pretend, and I was hoping, praying to whatever God I could that she'd make it out of that surgery alive to be mad at me about that.

I could hear her voice telling me to pull myself together, I was being too obvious. I could see her soft smile vividly in my mind winking at me right after that.

It was touch and go, touch and go.

Finally, the doctor came to talk to us.

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I put the finishing touches on it, my heartbeat so loud I could hear it pumping. God, I was so nervous. I'd never done something like this before, I never thought I could be doing something like this before.

I'd rejected the idea of commitment, shunned it. The thought of long-term relationships terrified me. Maybe, maybe that was why it was so difficult to convince me.

I'd convinced myself it was because I wasn't ready for the big boy's club to have the spotlight on my relationship, it was bad enough their eyes were watching my every move at work, but my personal life?

And yeah, that was the reason for about 6 months, but I knew in my soul of souls that I wanted her. Solely her. I didn't care about bureaucracy that much, hell, I was the reason there were eyes on me after the shooting they'd watched me like a hawk.

But no, that wasn't the reason. It was my safety net. My excuse to mull over my own grievances with love and relationships. I could see the sadness wash over her face every time I'd say 'not now', and it broke me each time.

I just...wasn't ready. I wasn't ready to admit to myself that I was worthy and deserving of love. That a relationship could be healthy/

I was constantly watching my back, waiting for it all to fall so I could prove myself right. When it didn't...When I almost lost her to my own foolishness, it was the biggest wake-up call of my life. — Waking up in that hospital bed, I remember it vividly. Looking to my right to see a sea of ginger curls strewn about my bed, her soft snores filled my ears. She sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair with her head lying on my bed, and it was clear she hadn't gotten any sleep in days.

Later, I was told I'd been in a coma for three weeks.

In those three weeks, she'd never left my side until she had to shower, eat, or change. Morgan told me he'd arrive only to see her doing work beside me and Hotch was more than gracious enough to allow her to be with me.

⌫

Her eyes opened, pained by the awful fluorescent lighting overhead, and as her eyes adjusted to the harsh lighting, she heard a familiar sound, those soft snores like music to her ears when she looked to her right and her suspicions were correct. You rest your head on your arms laid on the edge of her bed just next to her arm without the IV in it. You looked so peaceful, but she noticed how pale your usually cocoa skin looked.

She can't help but wonder how long you'd been there.

When she turns her head away from you, still scanning her surroundings, a soft British accent sounds out beside her rasp and sleep coating your vocals.

"Elle". You spoke so breathlessly as if you'd received the biggest surprise of your life. She took note of the way your eyes immediately welled up, apologies stumbling from your lips, "Baby, I'm so sorry I didn't mean—”

She'd shushed you, scooting over and patting a spot next to her. When you join her on the hospital bed that barely fits one let alone two, she kisses the top of your head, hand scratching and massaging through your soft ginger afro, she sighs and shakes her head, looking down at you.

"I know you didn't. Just sleep with me for right now, yeah"?

A tear slips from your eyes, you nuzzle gently into her side further, careful to not worsen any of her injuries.

"Yeah".

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I'd probably asked her to repeat what had almost happened to me a thousand times, something about hearing it was healing almost.

Though, she could make anything sound interesting with her voice like honeycomb. It was the one of the first things about her that’d caught my attention.

She knew how to make it real for me.

⌫

Elle lay in your arms, her head resting in your lap with your nails massaging her scalp. This wasn't the first time she'd asked you to retell the story, it was the fourth in a single week. You were happy to oblige, even if it hurt you to talk about seeing her almost die, You knew she needed this, and if it helped her in any way, you were glad to.

"The bullet hit a major artery. The doctor had come out to tell us of your death, I think my knees nearly buckled when I heard her starting to apologize".

She'd looked up at you, eyes and ears focusing solely on you like she hadn't heard the story a previous three times, she'd kissed the back of your hand gently when you had to stop for a moment to recollect yourself talking about how you'd thought you'd lost the love of your life.

Finally, you spoke again, eyes glossy.

"When she was about to call it, tell us her condolences, another of the surgical team ran out to tell her that there was a pulse, you could be saved. As soon as I heard the news, I did drop to my knees. I did. I thanked the stars that I'd get another chance to make it right, to tell you how much I loved you and regretted my words".

"You're doing so good, Beautiful", she'd whispered to you appreciatively, knowing how hard this was for you, It only made her love you that much more seeing the lengths you would go to to help her heal.

"It was touch and go for a few hours after that, you once again died on the table, three times. Finally, the doctor was about to give up until you got a steady pulse. They told us you fought like hell to get back to the team. But I couldn't help but think maybe..."

"It was. It was you, I don't remember much. I was talking to my father on the jet. Telling him all about the team, all about you. How I couldn't leave you just yet...Not on such a standstill".

Your breath caught in your throat at her words, you'd had your fair share of near-death experiences when working in SVU but you weren't sure you'd felt anything but coldness, a darkness. Elle had something to live for. She'd chosen to live for you.

"Y/n".

Your eyes shot to hers, she'd never really addressed you by your first name, only pet names she'd gifted you. So, when she'd said it, she'd gotten your full attention.

"Yea"?

"You were right...You were right, look, for a while" She sat up, moving to face you before continuing, "For a while it was about work, me wanting to continue lying. But, you were right. It wasn't just that".

Elle grabbed your hands in hers, her hazel eyes a vision of fall as she stared into yours, you knew the woman better than anyone, you could see this was hard for her; being vulnerable.

"I never thought of love as something that could be achieved in our field, not long term at least, and after about three failed relationships in, I stopped pursuing. I became terrified of commitment, and when you came along..."

"You got scared of the things you felt". You finished for her, sighing softly and pressing your forehead against hers, "Me too".

She nodded, "When I left your office thinking we were over, I realized my own cowardice. I knew I couldn't just lose you like that. I was gonna speak up and apologize. Talk it out. Anything. Until"

"Everything..." You whisper and cup her cheek in your hand, searching her eyes for that love, and when you see it. That same glint from first meeting, the side of your lips quirked up into a delicate smile, "I love you, Agent Greenaway".

"And I love you far more, Agent Y/ln".

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I glance at the door anxiously, eyes shifting from that to the clock ticking slowly on the wall, and back. Putting this in the hands of someone other than my own was nerve-wracking, especially dealing with something this important.

Eventually, the door opens, and I'm almost allowed to breathe, but not yet. Not just yet. You're almost there Elle.

Entrusting this with Penelope Garcia of all people was the scariest part of all this, but she came through without spilling all, I admit. She smiles at me, giving a thumbs up. And I appreciate it, I do, but it's not any more comforting. Right now nothing could comfort me.

And then, I look to her.

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A vision of perfection stood before me, and as Garcia finally removed her blindfold, I could feel my face get hot, my heart pumping faster. She was stunning. We stare at each other in awe, I can feel my father whispering in my ear that I was making a good decision.

For so long I'd rejected the idea, and now it was something I was more sure of than anything else in my life.

"Come here, Mi Amor" I hear myself whisper, my voice caught in my throat as I prepared myself for the task ahead. She walks over to me with her hand still cupping her mouth in shock as she grasps what the box in my hand means.

When she's close enough, I get on one knee. The tears welling in my eyes a perfect match for the ones in her.

"You two argue like an old married couple". "They're still at it? Ugh, get a room".

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My voice shakes, I'd never proposed to anyone, let alone after only a year of dating.

"Y/n Y/ln, happy one-year anniversary. Where do I even start this? I know this is probably soon, but...If there's anything in this world I've ever been sure of, It'd be you. My hesitance with commitment almost lost me the most wonderful woman ever crafted. I'm tired of running. I'm tired of hiding...I want you. Forever. Will you do me the honor and marry m-"

Before I could get another word in, I felt her launch herself into my arms, her hold on me confirmed everything I already knew.

I couldn't let anyone else have her. She was too valuable to me. To this world.

"YES! Yes, I'd be so honoured to be your Mrs. Elle Greenaway"!

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

A/N: A bit of a trauma dump ahead, but I'm back after going through the death of my uncle only a week ago, having horrible PTSD and sickle cell kicking my ass. I hope this is to your liking, lovely! Sorry for the long wait ):

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thatgayb1tchwhosimps4her · 1 year

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Sam Carpenter Never Too Drunk To Know I Love You Make You Feel Better Not a fic, but a thought (Ghostface!Sam)....

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tragicxensemble · 1 year

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Old Habits (Pt 2/2)

A little bit of angst to Fluff

TW/CW: bad grammar 😭 angst if you squint

Disclaimer/Summary: The reader and Elle visit the Bau after a decade of leaving. Season 12-15 spoilers!! ⚠️

Ps: You guys ask and you shall receive. 🤭 My writer's block is kicking in 😔.

Wc: 262

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“Penelope, I think there's someone here to see you,” Emily announced to the group as she signaled you and Elle to come out from hiding. And you did. The expression on everyone's face was readable. Some were confused, sad, shocked, and even angry. “What are you guys doing here? Is it really you?” Pen said as tears slowed down her face in disbelief. No one’s seen you in years it's really getting to them.

She embraced you both in a hug and cried softly. “We’re sorry. We couldn't keep in contact with you guys until Emily said it was alright.” Elle spoke. “You knew about them this entire time?” Spencer argued, the newer members of the team were now confused about what was going and wanted some answers. “Wait what is going on?” Tara asked.

“Elle and R/n were former members of the team over a decade ago.” Emily answered. Jennifer engulfed you both in a hug, “I'm just so glad that y'all are safe.” JJ replied through the chaos, the overwhelming feeling of nostalgia forming even through the newer members who didn't really know you two as well.

“Is that a wedding ring?” Spencer exclaimed after noticing the rock on your finger. “Wait are you two married?” Penelope added. You nodded, a little embarrassed that they were quick to notice the small detail. “We've been married for almost a decade.” “A decade. Wow. I'm so happy for you guys. How about I serve y’all the finest wine I got?” Rossi says as he guides everyone back inside. “That would be wonderful.”

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#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #black!reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fluff #elle greenaway x reader #AJ’S WORKS 💪🏾🐷

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⏤͟͟͞͞ ELLE GREENAWAY MASTERLIST

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ELLE GREENAWAY SHORTS

[VARIOUS] various

short fics with reader rather than an oc

#ELLE GREENAWAY MASTERLIST #CRIMINAL MINDS MASTERLIST #ELLE GREENAWAY X READER #ELLE GREENAWAY X OC #ELLE GREENAWAY X FEM!READER #ELLE GREENAWAY X FEM!OC #BLACK!FEM!READER #BLACK!FEM!OC #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fanfic #elle greenaway

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Sundrop's Criminal Minds Masterlist

Lessons For A Genius - Capsule Series (Temporarily Complete)

Note: This is a Capsule Series, so each fic can be read as an individual oneshot. There is no overarching story, and no specific ending.

Lesson One: Slick Silicone - Sub!Spencer Reid x (BAU)Dom!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Friends With Benefits. Smut. Despite being a genius, Reid still has a lot left to learn about life. (Mostly sex related.) And he definitely wants to learn from you. His first lesson? Well, a linguistics lesson turns into a hands-on demonstration with a very special toy. (17,200 words.)

Lesson Two: Magic Metacarpals - Sub!Spencer Reid x (BAU)Dom!Fem!Reader. (Pining) Friends With Benefits. Smut. After receiving his first lesson, Spencer is eager to learn more for you. So you teach him the next logical thing - how to pleasure you in return. (26,300 words.)

The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes - Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Lovers. Fake Dating. Hurt and Comfort. While undercover inside the Separatarian Sect, you and Spencer realize something important: you can’t live without each other. (8,200 words.)

Push and Pull - Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader - Co-Workers to Lovers. Smut, Sexual Tension. When investigating Viper, Emily doesn't fall for his tricks, and in fact - spends the night teasing him by showing more interest in you. Little did she know, she was driving you insane in the process. (2,800 words.)

The Perfect Brat - Dom!Elle Greenaway x Dom!Fem!Reader x Sub!Spencer Reid. Co-Workers with Benefits. Smut/PWP. Spencer acts up, so you and Elle put him in his place. (2,900 words.)

Loverboy - Bratty!Virgin!Spencer Reid x (Dom)Fem!Reader. Co-Workers with Benefits. Smut/PWP. You try your hardest to make Spencer's first time a good one. (3,100 words.)

Black Suit - Dom!Emily Prentiss x Sub!Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. After a particularly hard case, Emily takes you home and helps you unwind by showing you exactly where you belong. (2,900 words.)

From Your Lips - Jennifer Jareau x GN!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut, Hurt and Comfort. After JJ is attacked on the Hankle farm, you take the time to check on her and distract her flustered mind. (3,000 words.)

Figure It Out - A Criminal Minds Casefic. Fem!Reader x Gen!BAU Team (Platonic). General Casefic, modelled after a Criminal Minds episode. Angst, Mystery, Hurt and Comfort. When the team takes a case in your hometown - a secret that you have been trying to hide for years comes to be known with a vengeance. (18,000 words.)

Meddle About - Sub!Spencer Reid x Dom!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Lovers. Smut. Morgan calls you Reid's 'Mommy', and you don't think much of it - but Reid can't get it out of his head. It accidentally slips out of his lips, and you like how it sounds coming from him. (6,300 words.)

Pathetic - Dom!Elle Greenaway x Switch!GN!Reader x Sub!Spencer Reid. Established Dom/Sub Relationship. Smut/PWP. Spencer gets punished again - in a very creative way. (2,600 words.)

She Keeps Me Up - Dom!Jennifer Jareau x Sub!Fem!Reader. Established Dom/Sub Relationship. Smut/PWP. JJ is very protective of you - and very possessive of you. When an UnSub leaves a tiny scratch on you, she feels the need to remind you exactly who you belong to. (3,100 words.)

Careful (Series - Complete) - Dad!Spencer Reid x Mom!Fem!Reader. Exes to Lovers. Angst, Fluff, and Smut. When you and Spencer broke up, he tried to forget about you. He pushed all of those feelings for you down - until he sees your name on a list of potential victims being hunted by a man who kills single mothers. (57,400 words.) | Series Masterlist | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six (Finale)

Jennifer Jareau x Fem!Autistic!Reader Headcanons

Jennifer Jareau and Emily Prentiss Kink Headcanons

Random Spencer Reid Headcanons

JJ Being Protective Of You (Jennifer Jareau x Fem!Autistic Reader)

The Scale of Dominance and Submissiveness in The Criminal Minds Characters (Headcanons)

How would Spencer react to you teasing him with a lollipop?

How would Spencer react to you fainting around him?

How would Spencer, Emily, and Elle react to getting proposed to?

How would Derek, Emily, and Spencer react to your daughter being clingy with them?

Note: This last fic links off to AO3. I'm probably not going to edit it and post it on Tumblr - it's going to live on AO3. So if you want to read it, you can do so at this link.

Burn The Witch - Spencer Reid x (BAU)Fem!Reader. Mutual Pining Co-Workers. Heavy Angst, Smut, Casefic. (Series - Complete.) You weren’t sure which you regretted more: acting on your feelings for Spencer, or writing them down first. But there wasn't much room for regrets when a psychopath was waving a gas can in front of your face and telling you he intended to turn you to ashes. (69,900 words.)

#sundrop writes #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fandom #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x female reader

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marasmadness · 3 months

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Would you be interested in doing a one shot with jealous/possessive Elle Greenaway and Jennifer Jareau fighting over f!reader? They compete over her and eventually f!reader just gets fed up and is like, both is good :)

PUSH AND PULL

Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader x Elle Greenaway

CW: Jealousy, smut, threesome, gay confusion (from about everyone except Elle), face sitting, strap-ons, slight praise & a little bit of fluff.

WC: 3315

“Tilt your head up,” JJ instructed, cupping your chin. You closed your eyes as she painted a black stripe of eyeliner across your eyelid. You were sitting on the floor of her living room with makeup sprawled across the entirety of her coffee table after she requested that you let her do your makeup before going out tonight.

The rest of the team would be coming as well, but all of them knew that you and JJ had been more closely connected than the rest of them. Shortly after you transferred to the BAU, JJ became your best friend. The two of you were inseparable. She had invited you over early to hang out at her place before you met everyone else at the restaurant. Tonight held more anticipation than most team gatherings: There would be another guest joining you for dinner, a returning agent.

According to JJ, Elle had been an agent quite a few years ago. She was talented, but cases happened and got to her, ultimately ending in her resignation. JJ had seemed somewhat close to her, even with the short amount of time they had spent together. She thought Elle might’ve gone on to be a lawyer, but she wasn’t positive. They hadn’t spoken in a while. From the team's stories, the woman sounded incredibly fascinating, and you were eager to meet her.

The two of you arrived just on time to find Hotch with Rossi already at a table and Penelope and Emily right behind you. Morgan had offered to pick Elle up from the hotel she was staying at while in town. A waitress appeared with waters just as they walked in. Cheers and greetings rose around the table. Morgan raised his ends dramatically, as if the excitement were directed at him and not the stunning woman to his left.

She was still in a red button-down and blazer. The click of her heeled boots turned the heads of their table in her direction as she entered. Her hair was a rosewood brown, resting in waves on her shoulders. Her deep brown eyes and sharp cheekbones that sloped down to her pursed lips produced an air of intimidation. Her face broke out into a smile, and she circled the table with hugs and greetings. You, Rossi, and Emily were the three unfamiliar to her, but she greeted you warmly. She brushed her hand along her shoulder before choosing the seat directly across from you, sending Morgan to the opposite end.

Crossing her arms, JJ leaned on the table in Elle’s direction. "So, what have you been up to? I told y/n I vaguely remember plans for law school, but we haven’t heard from you in forever.”

Elle nodded, swirling the ice in her drink. "I did! I graduated five years ago and then joined a firm started by another ex-FBI agent. It's been rewarding. I miss you guys, but this is a better fit for me.” Her demeanor was admirably confident as she elaborated on a few of her most memorable cases, including the case that returned her to near Quantico

JJ kept asking the questions, but Elle’s eyes kept darting over to land on you. Eventually, once JJ had finished the typical catch-up small talk, Elle turned her attention to you. "Sorry, I came in a bit of a flurry, and you never got to introduce yourself. I know Emily took my place, so how’d you end up at the BAU?"Her questions were simple, but the way her attention was directly and entirely on you made your face flush for some unknown reason. Her chin was in her palm, leaning her elbow on the table as she hung on to your every word.

"Well, JJ was on a case overseas. I took her place. Eventually she returned when Emily returned, but I ended up sticking around anyway. I guess I made a good enough impression.” You shrugged your shoulders, sharing a brief smile with JJ.

"Nobody wanted to get rid of her,” she teased, leaning in toward the table as she whispered.

Elle laughed softly with the two of you. "I can see why,’ she said smoothly. Your lips parted in soft surprise from the sudden and effortless compliment. Elle’s lips just curled into a quick smirk before she began twisting the silver rings decorating her hands.

JJ noticed your frozen stare and brought her hand down on top of your knee, rubbing it lightly. Morgan and Emily became rowdy as usual, attracting the attention of everyone at the table. Laughter filled the booth in the corner as compliments and jabs were thrown out of mouths all in one statement. Things settled down, only slightly, when the food arrived. A few nonchalant conversations continued, but it was mostly the scrape of forks against plates. Everybody was starving. The drinks kept coming throughout the night, and everybody’s inhibitions fell to the floor. Penelope had dragged an extra chair around to sit by Morgan and Emily. Rossi and Hotch had completely left the table, engaged in a conversation with the band, who were currently taking a break. With empty space in the booth, Elle took the opportunity to slide in next to you.

Both Elle and JJ were leaning forward slightly. "So, Elle, is there anyone new, a boyfriend or girlfriend?”

Elle’s eyes darted to you for the briefest moment. Clasping her hands in her lap, she answered the question pointedly before twisting the conversation back to JJ. "No, nothing at the moment, but if I’m interested in someone, I let them know. I think it’s silly to waste your chance with someone out of fear. And what about you? Did anything ever come from that thing with-” she froze, trying to retrieve his name. "Oh, Will!”

JJ’s cheek hollowed in with distaste from old memories, and having to admit that things hadn’t worked out. "No, that ended a while ago; it just wasn’t a good match."

The fuse of a growing tension had been lit, but you had yet to notice the tight lips and slight eyerolls exchanged between them. You hadn’t been looking for tension from them in the first place; JJ had mentioned she loved Elle when she was at the BAU and had missed her.

Elle frequently sought you out through the night, constantly starting conversations. "Oh, hang on, your necklace is twisted.” She leaned toward you, her hands brushed against your neck as you adjusted the thin gold chains hanging from your neck. You froze as her hand lingered lightly against your skin, and you could smell hints of her deep cherry perfume from your close proximity.

She only pulled away when JJ’s hand clamped down on your shoulder. "Hey, run to the restroom with me?” You were up and out of your seat with the tug of her hand before you nodded. Leaning on the sink, you frowned, watching JJ become obsessive over every inch of her appearance, something she only did when she was nervous.

"Are you okay? You seem a little on edge tonight."

Her face cracked into a small smile. "Yeah, I’m okay, just feeling a bit off. You notice everything.” Her smile turned into a real one, and she wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you in for a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for checking in on me.”

Elle slid back against the seat so you could slide back into the booth when you returned to the table. As you squeeze by with your hands braced on the table, you feel Elle’s hands drift up to your lower back, sending a flurry of butterflies up in your stomach. Her hands fell back into her lap as you sat down, but you caught a small smirk on her face.

Eventually the waiter started to linger around the table. You got the hint and started passing around the bills. The team walked out in a huddle, shielded from the cold, dropping everyone off at the cars. Once you reached Emily’s car, you were left alone with JJ and Elle. Morgan and Penelope had gotten distracted, lingering in the entryway. "Here, we can take you home,” you suggested without hesitation. Pulling open the door, you stepped back, allowing Elle to climb into the back seat.

"Thanks, love,” she said, squeezing your arm that she was still clinging to.

JJ became excessively touchy for the rest of the car ride. Her hand rested on your thigh permanently, and you slowly rubbed her hand up and down your leg at every stoplight. Elle seemed perfectly content in the back, focused on her text messages, while JJ started talking about what the two of you might do this weekend or breezily joining a conversation when she found a smooth opening. The fact that she wasn’t as quick to fall into JJ’s jealous state was irritating your best friend. She knew you could be quickly defensive at times, even when it was silly, but her head just wouldn't let it go when it came to you. She had always held your dating partners to higher standards than her other friends, even though very few of them ever became serious. Contrary to when she first joined the BAU as the teams communications liaison, she enjoyed time spent with you individually much more than team gatherings.

As you approached the hotel, Elle leaned forward by your shoulder, guiding you toward the parking lot of the building she was staying in. While gathering up her stuff, she stopped with her hand on the handle. "Do you guys want to come in for a moment? The best I can offer you is coffee and vending machine snacks, but I’d like to get to know you more in a quiet setting.”

“Sure!”

“ Actual-” JJ stopped when she heard the excitement in your voice and decided to remain quiet with difficulty. She took a deep breath, got out, and jogged to catch up to you and Elle, who was waiting with the door held open.

The elevator ride up was awkward to say the least. Nobody talked or barely breathed, which actually made it twice as unbearable. You were stuck between wanting to spend time with your best friend and comforting newcomers and also feeling stuck between the tension that had followed the three of you around all night but not being able to figure out its cause.

"The coffee station is down the hall if anybody wants some." Elle trailed off as she dug through her purse for the hotel’s key card.

"I can go grab three,”you offered.

"Thank you so much; it’s three rooms down on the right."

You shuffled down the mall to pour up cups for the three of you while Elle let JJ inside. Quickly pressing on three lids, you cautiously headed back down the hall. Elle’s door was still cracked open a bit, and you could hear their voices from inside.

You were ready to walk right in, but something about their tone stopped you. The jealousy and tight-lipped questions from the rest of the night seemed to have disappeared, and they were talking softly like old friends again.

"How long have you known?"

You recognized Elle’s voice as the slightly lower one and felt bad for eavesdropping, but your curiosity got the better of you. Known what? JJ told you everything, or at least that’s what you assumed.

You heard JJ sigh, and she took a moment to reply. You imagined her resting her head against her hand, like she did whenever she anxiously planned out her answer. "I honestly didn’t know until tonight. I thought I just liked her as a friend, but when the possibility of her being with someone else came up, I realized that I wanted her.”

You heard Elle release a heavy breath. Her voice became quieter, as if she had moved farther away from the door. "You have to tell her, Jay. You’ve been the closest of friends for, like, 8 years now?”

“I hate those kinds of conversations. They’re also so awkward, and I’m not good at expressing my feelings. And how would I even know if we have the attraction and chemistry aspect, not just a romantic connection?

Elle chuckled. "Sex, JJ, that would be the answer.

"Ugh, but sex with someone who I called a friend all of ten minutes before has always been awkward. It always seems restrained or calculated. I would just want to see if we could... Have fun, you know? I can’t believe I’m telling you all of this. You still have that effect on people.

"What, the one that makes people want to confess to a crush on their best friend and sex life? I think that’s just you babes.” High-pitched laughter from both of them blended together.

"If you want something new and exciting, then initiate something new and exciting. I think it would be a terrible mistake to pass up the possibility of something working out between you. I mean, have you seen her?

There was a long silence and then an exchange of gasps between them that made you think they might be having a conversation with their eyes.

“No, are you serious?”

You began to only be able to hear clips of the conversation. The rest was only in barely audible whispers that you were unable to discern.

"I mean, only if you’re interested. No strings, of course; I’ll be leaving. I do happen to be great at loosening people up, and I’m not saying I wouldn’t enjoy it. I also completely understand if your answer is no, jealousy is complicated."

Someone began approaching you from the other end of the hotel hallway, and you didn’t want to be caught seemingly eavesdropping on a hotel guest's conversation. Slipping inside, you shut the door behind you loud enough to announce your return.

"Hey darling, you can just set them on the counter over there.” Elle called out from her spot, sprawled out on the corner of her couch. JJ sat on the other end. Neither of their faces hid the effects of their conversation well, but while Elle’s was a deepening sense of confidence, JJ’s was a spreading blush and eyes darting back and forth. "Was the machine slow again? You took a minute."

You shifted your weight back and forth on the heels of your feet as you debated telling them you had overheard. Your eyes darted to the hotel door that had been propped open, possibly purposefully. Maybe you were reading into it, but you had seen the caution and paranoia that takes over FBI agents even in their personal lives. Elle should be no exception, and wouldn’t live hotel doors in the center of the city propped open. “ I um overheard snippets of your conversation and it sounded serious, so I decided I’d wait outside until you were finished.

Elle smiled softly, glancing at JJ to watch her expression just as you were. She went through every emotion in about twenty seconds. Her face grew pale with the natural instinct of being overheard, but then she almost looked more relieved. Possibly one less awkward conversation out of the way, she didn’t have to hide it like a secret from you any longer, and the ball was now in your court.

"We've been friends for years JJ. I think you already know what my response will be. I’m open to it, all of it.” The words rolled off your tongue as you tilted your head, and both women straightened up with attention.

"God,” Elle chuckled under her breath, sipping at the drink you handed her.

You smirked, tilting your head toward the bedroom a few steps away, and reveled at the way JJ’s eyes darkened with desire. Both women were silently up and behind you with soft footsteps as you climbed on the bed. They stood on the edge while you kneeled into the mattress.

Elle pulled off JJ's jacket, letting it fall to the floor. Goosebumps rose along the back of the blonde’s neck. You reached forward and tugged her closer to you by her belt, causing her breath to hiccup. You undid her belt painfully slowly while she tangled her hands in your hair. Elle was slightly turned away, undressing in front of the nightstand. Your heartbeat fluttered at the sight of a harness hanging from her hips. JJ tugged on your hair, sending sparks through your scalp. "Let me eat you out baby,” you begged, dragging your nails down her thighs with a cheshire grin.

“Sit on her face,” Elle challenged as she orchestrated your positions all while climbing up in between your legs.

JJ seemed hesitant to have her weight balanced above your mouth and gripped the headboard harshly. With gentle reassurance, you guide her downwards until she gasped at the contact of your lips brushing against her cunt. Elle spurred you on, dragging her red faux cock along your slick folds. Your hands grabbed at JJ’s ass, enjoying the soft pants that fell from her lips as your tongue explored her. Flicking her clit sent quivers through her thighs, and she moved her hands down to your chest, kneading your breasts.

It didn’t take you long to realize Elle was reacting along with you. Every time your lips closed around JJ’s clit, stimulating the sensitive bundle of nerves, Elle thrust into you with a bruising grip on your hips. Each of your movements drew JJ and consequently, yourself closer to an orgasm.

Elle’s pace suddenly quickened, causing you to moan. JJ cried out from the vibrations, digging red crescents into your skin. "Fuck,” she panted. "You're doing so good baby,” she praised, wiping the mix of juices from the corner of your mouth. Bringing her fingers to her mouth, she hollowed out her cheeks as she sucked them clean. Returning your mouth to her cunt with fresh motivation, you ran your tongue along her slit, and her thighs clenched over your ears. All sound became muted by the sound of blood rushing in your head and JJ’s murmuring off soft praises as she ran her fingers over all of your body that she could reach.

You felt your legs stretch as Elle rested your heels on her shoulders. The new angle allowed her to pound in with you at a breathtaking new angle. Just as the rough movement of her hips rocking against yours was about to transform into pain, a smooth, ecstatic feeling left your lungs traveling through your limbs with a hazy sensation.

JJ elicited a combination of moans and satisfied whimpers as her body tensed and her cum coated your lips with a trembling orgasm. Her toned thighs relaxed from alongside your head and she ran her thumbs down your flushed cheeks. When she leaned backwards, Elle supported her easily, rubbing her hands up and down JJ’s legs from behind her.

Untangling yourselves, the three of you collapsed into the sheets with heartbeats pounding out of your chests and the quick rise and fall of your lungs. After a moment, JJ rolled over, tucking her arm around your waist. Lifting her head, she peered over your head to Elle, who was smiling at JJ’s soft act of affection from across the bed.

Your eyes were fluttering in and out, not focused enough to read their lips as they mouthed back and forth to each other. Elle, on the other hand, smirked at JJ’s exaggerated mouth shapes to convey an "Oh my god.”

Elle tipped her head with her everlasting confidence, responding with a silent, "You're welcome, that was…” She was unable to string her words together for the first time all night. JJ grinned adoringly as she rested her head on the pillow beside yours, curling her chin into your neck. Your eyelids finally sank completely closed upon the touch of her warm embrace.

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b00inazkaban · 1 year

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MASTERLIST #2

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Let me know if there are any characters you’d like added and I’ll look into it! :)

Smut = **

What I will NOT write for under any circumstance: R@pe, incest, anything to do with pee or poo, hardcore bdsm or anything like that type of smut, kidnapping reader for love, anything stalker, abuse unless it’s for angst but I won’t go into detail about the abuse (though I will do like slapping/spanking for smut it cannot have malicious meaning behind it, and there is always consent for that)

Also let me put this by itself, pregnancy is also way off the table. It’s 6 feet underground. I understand it’s part of life and it’s beautiful , and that’s for people to decide but personally I find just the concept of that horrifying and gross. I do breeding kink yes, but no description of pregnancy. (No hate to pregnant people I just can’t stand the concept of pregnancy in any form.)

MARVEL:

☆ Tony Stark

☆ Steve Rogers

☆ Bruce Banner

☆ Natasha Romanoff

☆ Clint Barton

☆ Bucky Barnes

☆ Sam Wilson

☆ Peter Parker

☆ Thor Odison

☆ Loki Laufeyson

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STRANGER THINGS:

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☆ Robin Buckley :

☆ Nancy Wheeler:

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☆ Johnathan Byers:

☆ Argyle:

☆ Billy Hargrove:

☆ Mike Wheeler: Little!Mike x GN!CG!Reader

☆ Dustin Henderson

☆ Will Byers

☆ Lucas Sinclair

☆ Eleven Hopper

☆ Max Mayfield

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☆ Joyce Byers:

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Poly Requests:

HARRY POTTER/MARAUDER:

☆ Harry Potter:

☆ Ron Weasley: CG!Ron Weasley x Little!GN!reader

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☆ George Weasley: George Weasley x reader ; CG!George Weasley x LittleMale!Reader

☆ Neville Longbottom: Sub!Neville x Dom!Reader**

☆ Draco Malfoy:

☆ Blaise Zambini:

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Marauders Era or Lighting Era:

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☆ Narcissa Malfoy:

☆ Severus Snape:

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☆ Barty Crouch Jr. :

☆ Evan Rosier:

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☆ Zahara Zambini:

☆ Regulus Black:

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☆ Remus Lupin:

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☆ Newt Scamander:

☆ Thesus Scammander:

☆ Jacob Kowalski:

☆ Queenie Goldstein:

☆ Albus Dumbledore (young):

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CRIMINAL MINDS:

☆Aaron Hotchner

☆ Jason Gideon

☆ Spencer Reid

☆ Derek Morgan

☆ JJ/ Jennifer Jareau

☆ Elle Greenaway

☆ Penelope Garcia

☆ Emily Prentiss

☆ David Rossi

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☆ Anthony Bridgerton

☆ Benedict Bridgerton

☆ Colin Briderton

☆ Daphne Bridgerton

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Queen charlotte x reader x King George

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☆ Leonardo: NSFW alphabet

☆ Raphael:

☆ Donnatelo:

☆ Michelangelo: Mikey x Reader

☆ April O'Neil:

☆ Casey Jones:

Poly Requests:

Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; April 4-in-1; turtles are manspreading and you want payback 😚

Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; Casey tries to flirt with reader but she puts down the idea and the turtles are proud

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☆ Pete Mitchell "Maverick"

☆ Bradley Bradshaw "Rooster"

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☆ Robert Floyd "Bob"

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☆ Bella Cullen/Swan

☆ Jacob Black

☆ Garrett

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☆ Aro

☆ Caius

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☆ Katniss Everdeen

☆ Petta Mellark

☆ Finnick Odair

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Spider thoughts!

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Spider thoughts!

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I’ve redone my masterlist because I was vey unhappy with my first one, and I wanted to add pictures to go with it! I’ll also be adding all my new work onto here and my old work will be on the first masterlist! Love y’all! 💗

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hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds · 8 months

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BAU Team X Teen Reader

Request: Where the reader has a twin sister but she is a complete opposite of them? Like, she might be bratty and spoiled and reader is just glad for what they have! And the twin would be the unsub but at first they would take reader since they are twins and it's not really easy to identify them from eachother other than their personality and maybe their gender?

S/N - Y/N twin sister

Y/N - They/Them

Third person pov...

"Hey Y/N, I'm having your chocolate for my lunch" Yelled S/N in her usual bratty voice, the H/C girl grabbed the chocolate bar from her Twins lunchbox.

From the table in the Kitchen her identical twin Y/N rolls their eyes at her, there's no point in saying no otherwise she'll cause drama.

"Sure S/N" they say without saying thank you S/N shoves past her sibling jsut as Y/N got down from the table and grabbed their bowl.

In slow motion the bowl crashes to the tiled floor smashing everywhere. Y/n quickly leaps onto a chair away from the porcelain. "Shit, Dad will be pissed" they swear looking around for something to pick up the pieces.

As they look around the kitchen then saw the dust pan and brush. "Bingo" they still had half an hour before having to leave for school, S/N left earlier to be able to go to the mall with friends before school.

The teen climbs onto the table and stand up avoiding hitting their head on the light and walks across the table and onto the counter, they then shuffle along until reaching the dust pan and brush.

The bowl pieces had covered most of the floor leading up to the counter.

"Thanks alot S/N" mutters the H/C teen, grabbing what they needed before jumping down and begins to sweep up the shards of the bowl.

Ever since they were little Y/N and S/N have been opposites, S/N bratty and selfish always wanting things for herself while Y/N kind and grateful for what they have.

But of course they get mixed up as they are still Identical in everything apart from styles like their personalities complete opposites.

As Y/N cleans up the mess the doorbell goes, confused Y/N puts the pieces that was once a bowl in the bin before walking to the door. They look through the peep hole and see a male and female.

"Who are they?" The mutter to themselves before unlocking the door and opening it. As they do the woman smiles at the teen. "Hey Honey, is this where S/N L/N lives?" She askes the H/C teen.

"Yes why?" they say the woman eyes the man next to her. Y/N is beyond confused. "I'm sorry who are you people?" Questions the teen.

The man then answers "I'm SSA Derek Morgan and this is SSA Elle Greenaway, we are here to ask you a few question can you come down to the station?" Askes Derek.

Y/Ns eyes widened. 'FBI' they thought. "Oh sure let me grab my bag" they say before running back to the kitchen to grab their school bag and phone.

As they walk towards the Agents they get strange looks. Soon the teen was in the back of a black SUV with the two agents in front.

Minutes later the teen was being taken to an interrogation room and hand cuffed to the table infront of them. As the officer leaves Y/N is alone. "Oh shit" The mutter realising what's happening.

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit" they panic, it's finally coming together other the past couple if weeks more and more students at their school go missing and turn up dead two days later.

For some reason lots of them are people Y/N talks to, they have noticed how I happens every time S/N leaves early for school but Y/N thought she was meeting friends.

"Oh no" they mutter suddenly the door in open and two men walk in with a file. One was alot older than the other and the other was Agent Morgan from before.

Agent Morgan sits in the chair while the older man stands both watching Y/N. Who fidgets with their hands. "Hello

S/N, do you know why we brought you in?" Questions Agent Morgan.

Y/N flinches at the name. But doesn't look up from their hands. "No sir" they say, they hear the man sigh before throwing a file filled with pictures on the metal table and begins sorting through them.

This makes Y/N look up, the teen looks at the older man before at the pictures, as they do their blood runs cold, bile rises in their throat.

The pictures were of the people Y/N talked to in school, throughout the weeks. Each one had been mutilated beyond recognition apart from their uniform each one still had their school logo on their jackets.

Horror files Y/N E/C eyes, their mouth opens in shock before they lean right holding their mouth closed, before they know it the older man is yelling for a bucket and Y/N is emptying their breakfast into it.

From the two way window the rest of the team watch as the teen throes up into the bucket Gideon managed to put under the teen.

JJ looks on in sympathy as the teen Continues to throw up. She then turns to Hotch who had a grim expression on his face. "Their not the unsub, know one would be able to stomach that only the unsub would" she says making the man nod.

"Your right JJ, have Gideon question them and take away the pictures they've had enough" he says to Morgan to had come out and grabbed the bin for the teen.

Once Y/N had stopped throwing up they felt a hand rub up and down their back comforting, as they lift their head they see the man from earlier.

"Hello there, feeling better?" He asks making the teen nod once they were leant back he hands them some tissue to wipe their mouth.

Once they did that he sat infront of the teen thankfully the pictures had been put away. "Thank you" mutters the teen, the man smiles.

"I'm Jason Gideon, I'm here with the Behavioural Analyst unit" he introduces himself to the teen. "Y/N" they introduce themselves.

"Y/N, Can you tell me anything suspicious that has happened there past few weeks, is someone you know being secretive, leaving at odd times" he questions, the teen nods expression frozen.

"Do you know the name of this person?" He asks the frightened teen.

Y/N nods hands shaking they answer. "My Twin sister, S/N has been leaving an hour early every day for the last couple of weeks before me, she has been alot more selfish and jealous, the victims they spoke to me at school" Explains the teen.

Gideon smiles " thank you do you know where your sister on now currently?" He asks, the teen shakes their head. "No sir sorry, but she might be at school class has started by now" they say as the Man stands up and leaves the room.

On the other side Gideon and talking to the team. "It's the twin" he says before leaving the room and calling the officers while Hotch tells the team the plan.

In the room Y/N waits tapping a beat to the legs before the doors opens, this a blonde woman was there. Y/N has to ask her. "Why did they ask for my twin knowing i wasn't her?" They ask her.

The blonde woman sighs before sitting in thr chair opposite the teen. "Because they had to be sure it wasn't you" she explains.

Y/N scoffs slightly before shaking their hand. "Can these come off now?" They ask thr woman's eye widened before she pulls out a key ans unlocks the cuffs. "Thank you"

Hours later S/N was arrested for the murder of 7 teens, when askes why her reasoning was. "Because they talked to my useless Twin and not me!"

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot so sorry for the wait I've been busy.

Request are open!

Word count: 1400

#criminal minds #fanfic #behavioural analysis unit #x child reader #fluff and comfort #oneshot #light angst #x teen!reader #bau x teen!reader #criminal minds season 1 #twin #unsub twin #bau x child reader #evil twin #reader has a evil twin

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tenpintsofsundrop · 8 months

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Sundrop's Criminal Minds Masterlist

Lessons For A Genius - Capsule Series - Ongoing

Lesson One: Slick Silicone - Sub!Spencer Reid x (BAU)Dom!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Friends With Benefits. Smut. Despite being a genius, Reid still has a lot left to learn about life. (Most of those things sex related.) And he definitely wants to learn it from you. His first lesson? Well, a linguistics lesson turns into a hands-on demonstration with a very special toy. (17,200 words.)

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The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes - Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Lovers. Fake Dating. Hurt and Comfort. Set during Season 4, Episode 3. While undercover inside the Separatarian Sect, you and Spencer realize something important: you can’t live without each other. (8,200 words.)

Push and Pull - Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader

The Perfect Brat - Elle Greenaway x Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Loverboy - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Black Suit - Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader

From Your Lips - Jennifer Jareau x GN!Reader

Character Moodboards: Spencer Reid |

#criminal minds #sundrop writes #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fandom #spencer reid fandom #criminal minds x reader

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multifandommilfs · 5 months

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No Case

Pairing: Elle Greenaway x reader

Wc: 1642

Summary: Hotch tracks down Elle after Lee's murder

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Elle emerged from her apartment, duffle bag in hand, phone in another. Was she running or starting over? Was she distancing herself from the night with the pistol or the BAU? Did she want to forget William Lee or the dread when her work phone rang?

Her phone rang by the sidewalk, the signature BAU beeping that she had set because she wanted to differentiate work from personal buzzed through her skin. It had once made the blood zap through her veins, the tingle throughout her as she put the caller through, she couldn't help the skip in her steps even though the case was brutal, heinous. Back then, it wasn't about catching the killer but saving the victims.

Now that same beep, Hotch's name lettered across the screen of her phone. Her stomach tightened, jaw clenching, her wrath searing her veins, burning and boiling. How could he let a rookie send her home when a murderer targeting the BAU was on the loose? After they did what the unsub told them not to do, she was the one who had to take the brunt of it.

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A flash of the Unsub pulling the trigger. A sudden burst of white and yellow. The bullet perforated through her, twisting and churning. She felt the agony, the flames spreading from that bullet as he knelt down.

She thought he was going to point the hot muzzle at her forehead. Her pulse was raging, slamming into her chest with so much force that she wondered how it hadn't broken out. He did point the muzzle to her head, right between her brows, so that she could see the smoke curling off of it from the previous gunshot, to taunt perhaps. To show her how much power he had because he lacked it severely in other areas.

What she hadn't expected was for him to dig his fingers into her gaping wound, pushing the bullet in further and a scream left her as she thrashed. The pain was erupting. It was flaming her body and chilling the ends of her limbs she didn't know what to feel but the rip in her throat and the tears spilling out of her eyes and his fingers in her wound.

She must've passed out from the intensity because when she woke up, her limbs were buzzing and the pain was trickling back into her consciousness as her blood seeped out. She slid herself on her elbows, dragging her ladened body to the coffee table and miraculously dialed the police.

_______

She stared at the cell, her thumb lingering to accept or deny. She couldn't make a choice. To accept was to hear Hotch's order; to deny was to prove herself guilty for murdering William Lee in cold blood. It wasn't about saving victims anymore, it was about catching the killer. And William Lee was too similar to her Unsub for his own sake.

She decided on none, tossing the cell into the trash, readjusting her duffle bag and slid right into her car, taking off.

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Her eyes lingered on the faraway tinted sedan through the rearview mirror. It was keeping a distance, but it was following, a professional's doing but there was absolutely no way someone would be en route to a cemetery on a weekday afternoon. So the question: was it Hotch or Gideon?

Elle skipped the cemetery part. Cemeteries were well known for Unsub's confessions and she wasn't about to be dragged back to Quantico after a too-long drive. Besides, she promised to see you at the end of this week. It wouldn't hurt to give you a little surprise.

The blue-black cabrio that had been in Hotch's focus swerved out of congested traffic, changing routes so suddenly that Hotch couldn't keep up, flanked and surrounded by idle cars. By the time the lights blinked green, the streets hadn't a trace of the BMW. It was either a trick to lose him which would be the most blaring confession, or just a change of heart, he couldn't tell where or who she'd go to. Elle kept her personal life well, personal. He pulled up to a curb.

"Goddess of Athena at your service! Ask and be enlightened!" There was a tinkly hum of a wand in the background as Garcia spoke.

"Garcia, I need you to pull everything you can find on Elle."

"Oh." Her tone dropped audibly through the speaker. "But that's against-"

"I don't want to do this either." There was a pause. Garcia held her breath. She wished Hotch wouldn't tell her to go through Elle's file, that was only meant for Unsubs who killed mercilessly and Elle was not one. She was acting in self-defence, she didn't kill in cold blood.

"Elle must be going or meeting someone of importance. Is her mother alive?" Garcia didn't know how Hotch could turn off his emotions, she didn't know how he could treat Elle, a colleague, a friend, like those heartless Unsubs, they went out to bars together, solved crimes together, laughed, jested, hugged and Hotch could just forget about it all.

"Garcia." She snapped out of her reverie, tears prickling her eyes as she typed, lacking her usual pace. How could someone not think twice about suspecting a friend of murder?

"Not in the picture." Her voice wavered. Her sight blurred along the page of an unfamiliar marriage certificate. "She's married. Did you know that?"

"An address?" His phone beeped with the address in trade for a goodbye from Garcia. He pursed up the thank you hanging off his lip. This was his penalty for letting emotions get in the way. He should've been tough on Elle's rest as unit chief, should've recognised her trauma and kept her off the field despite her plea. But he cracked and this was the price. An agent murdering a serial killer.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and veered off the curb.

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Hotch caught Elle's cabrio hiked up the curb of another apartment which wasn't far off from where he lost her but that was taking the shortest, cleanest route.

Elle leapt the perron with familiarity, spoke into the buzzer with too much leisure and it was as if she knew the seconds you took to descend.

Hotch observed her eased stance through the binoculars. Then your figure poked into his view as you strolled out the door and he maneuvered his sight so that you two were fully in frame.

The way Elle tugged you into her arms, tentative but nevertheless desperate reminded Hotch of himself, and the way you flung yourself fervently into Elle, arm locking around her neck, reminded him of Haley.

His glasses slid down in search of a duffle bag and he was proven right. Elle was leaving the country. He was out of the car in a flurry, the car door swinging open behind him as he dashed across the desolate road with a gun in hand.

The sharp clacks of his sharp-tipped shoes answered Elle's pondering question. It was Hotch that tipped Elle's attention from you to him, to his gun. Her smile shrunk away, her hand immediately pulling you behind her frame as her stance changed to defensive.

"You're going the wrong way with this Hotch!" Her tone was shielding, contrasting the fierceness in her eyes as she stared down at Hotch from the perron.

He ignored her. "Why keep your wife under wraps?" And he could see Elle deflate visibly, exhaustion suddenly prominent in her features. He furthered on the concrete sidewalk, trying to catch sight of you to profile but she was obscuring you fully from his periphery.

"You have to let this go, not everyone is an Unsub, Hotch."

He eyed her. "You skipped your physc eval. What do you think that tells me?"

Her hand that held yours behind her back tightened in the silence. You watched as her shoulders rose and fell. Then her grip slackened, like she'd come to an ultimatum. "That I'm resigning."

The air stilled. You could hear the cars blocks away, the revving of a motorcycle as it zipped through traffic, the low rumble of Hotch's and Elle's like it was right beside you. You saw how Elle's shoulders lifted and didn't sink again, like she was holding her breath. The light breeze that blew past felt oddly incriminating, as if her revelation was a confession of her murder.

Perhaps it was, but you weren't a profiler.

"It's in my car, passenger seat." The silence resumed for a breath before it broke with a sharp clap to the ground. And you saw a suited man walking to the cabrio, gun in holster, finally putting the intimidation to a face. It was Elle's badge and gun he scooped out, rendering his investigation off the BAU line. Furthering it would be personal.

Hotch gripped Elle's identification in his grasp. "Is this just to get me off your back?" The question was a last chance given to come clean.

"Face it, Hotch, you never get off of anyone's back. Say goodbye to Morgan and Spencer for me." She had nothing to take back or profess, so he could only give her a curt nod at both her request and decision.

"It would've been good to meet you under different circumstances." You said to him with a tight-lipped smile as you brushed past him to get into the car.

Elle glanced back at him as if to say a silent goodbye before the cabrio took off a moment after. Plumes of dusty gas puffing in his face from the BMW that speed off into the distance. He stood on the empty length of the road.

There were no witnesses, no evidence. The whole package of 'no case'. He whirled back to his sedan and prepared to meet his team at the next crime scene.

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1-800-local-slut · 5 months

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Sapphic Secrets

Morgan thinks Elle has a boyfriend. He missed the mark just a bit.

Elle Greenaway x Black! Fem! SSA! Reader

This takes place before the last one shot I wrote about Elle, you can read it here!

Warnings: Elle gets teased a bit, this is short because I'm literally half asleep right now but I wanted to do this, I'm working on something for Reid sent around this same time so I kinda tease it here, Elle is head over heels for reader, I think for Elle I'm gonna make the BAU readers its own thing if that makes any sense, reader and Elle kiss at work, fluff, not proof-read, we die like men

(I'm so in love with this woman it's unhealthy, like I can't explain. I can't believe she isn't in the show but she's like so...aughhhh I need her biblically. I'm literally about to become an Elle page 😭)

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"You got a boyfriend?" Elle rolled her eyes at the question, smiling at the message that she just finished reading.

'I packed lunch for you this morning, left it in the fridge in the break room. Make sure you heat it up properly.'

"What?" She asked, her neck snapping away from her phone.

"Elle has a boyfriend." Morgan chuckled to Spencer, who was sliding his lanky self into his desk chair.

"What's your proof?" Elle found herself challenging. It wasn't a lie, she didn't have a boyfriend. She had something else, something (or someone, but she kept that to herself) way better.

"You're smiling at your phone. I've never seen you smile so hard." Elle raised a brow in a chuckle. If it was any other day she would have had a meaner remark. Today though, she was in a good mood.

"That's your proof? Please, what type of profiling is this?" She laughed and glanced over at Reid. Elle grinned at Reid who smiled down at his desk. Reid seemed pretty pleased himself lately. It seemed like love was in the air for the BAU. Like Cupid shot all of his arrows and struck all of them square in the chest.

Gideon was overheard ordering a gift for a lady friend, Hotchner and Haley seemed closer than ever, Derek was being Derek, Spencer basically skipped in on cloud nine earlier this week, JJ was talking to a sexy barista, and Garcia was in a very committed and happy relationship with herself. Maybe the mutual happiness the team shared wasn't permanent, but Elle was sure to relish in it.

The sound of a heels clacking broke Elle from her thoughts. Turning, she saw her standing behind Elle's desk. Hands behind her back, her curls were styled into a high puff. Her edges were slicked down perfectly. Her lashes were full, her new mascara that she told her about worked perfectly. Her lips were a deep, matte red as well. Elle wanted to test if it was kiss proof.

Would it smudge if Elle pressed her lips to hers thousands of times? Would it stain Elle's face, messing up her own carefully done makeup in the process?

"A boyfriend? I hope he doesn't distract you from your work, Agent Greenaway." Elle rolled her eyes, hearing the playful lit in her girlfriends voice.

"You too?" Elle asked, taking a sip of her coffee with a raised brow. Her girlfriend nodded down at her.

"See? I'm not alone here." Derek doubled down playfully.

"Your basis is that I grinned! Gideon would find better proof and there isn't any to be found." She couldn't stop laughing. Not just because of some light teasing from her good friend. No, because the source of her happiness for the past few months was standing right behind her.

She wanted to blush and giggle with her the way she did a few weeks ago. Sadly, she was at work. Not in her apartment eating maroons that they got from their little trip to New York.

A shuffling noise was heard, and Elle saw her girlfriend holding a brown folder. Holding it up, she shook it gently. Even a new case couldn't kill her good mood.

Reid and Morgan got up at the same time, the group making their way towards the briefing room. Elle noticed a bright grin on Spencer's face, quickly tapping away at his cell phone and it made her happy for him. It was good that Reid was maybe talking to someone. Or maybe it was his mom, who knows? Either way she was happy to see the young man smiling.

Then Elle felt a slight tug on her sleeve and she turned, letting Morgan and Reid pass her bye. Pulling her to the side, Elle blinked trying to meet her girlfriends eyes. Instead, she saw her girl was scanning the room for something.

"JJ, can you take this to the briefing room for me? I need Elle's help with something real fast." The woman called the blonde, who was fixing her headband into place as she walked to the briefing room.

"Sure, are you two alright?" JJ smiled, taking the folder out of her hands.

"Yes, we'll be there in a few moments." Elle nodded, feeling the heat of her girlfriends body. She just realized how closely behind her she was standing and it made her heart flutter.

"Alright, see you two in minute. Don't take too long, Hotchners gonna want his coroner there." Examining the folder, she took off. Her eyes quickly flooded the pages and absorbing as much information as she could.

Without a word, the taller woman started to walk down the hall. For some reason, she gave Elle small glances only but mostly kept her eyes focused. The two stopped at an empty conference room and with a click the door flew open for the two.

"Is something wrong?" Elle asked, shutting the door behind them. Her heart jumped a bit, anxiety building. No way she was actually jealous. It was all jokes, nothing serious.

"So, a boyfriend?" She asked teasingly, leaning against the table. There was a beat of silence, and then they broke out into a fit of laughs.

She was over here worrying like she didn't know nothing could crack her level headed girlfriend. She was always even tempered, even face down with the weirdest unsubs. Her work persona at least. She was a lot more animated at home.

"Really? I was here worrying you were mad at me!" Elle exclaimed, swatting her on her shoulder, only for her hand to be caught. She was pulled into a tight but comforting grasp.

One arm wrapped around her waist and the other holding her hand they were almost dancing. Oh God, she didn't want to deal with a murderer right now. She wanted to return to her apartment with her and spend the day cuddling amongst other things.

"Here I was scared I was the side piece. So who is he? Is he cute?" Her voice low and teasing, before she pressed a kiss to Elle's nose.

"He's so handsome, you wouldn't believe it. He even has a nice ass." Elle teased before using her free hand to pinch her soft, plump backside.

"Man, I'll have to kick his ass."

"Gross, you sound like a dude."

A soft hum was her response before her lips were enveloped in a passionate kiss. For twenty seconds their lips were pressed together before they pulled apart.

"So what was this all about?" Elle asked, pushing her hair out of her eyes. Her girlfriends eyes rolled up to the sky as if she was deep in thought. Elle tilted her head in confusions while she waited for some sort of response.

"You look good, I wanted to kiss you." With a shrug, she smiled down at her as if it was basic knowledge.

"Funny. I had the same thought." Seizing her by her shirt collar, she went in for kiss number two.

Work be damned, this was her number one priority at the moment.

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What Love Does To The Psyche. —

Elle Greenaway x Black Fem!Y/n

Genre; Angst/Fluff.

Warnings; Stalker themes, home invasion, character death. Belle is Elle’s nickname from Y/n.

Synopsis; When Elle’s highschool sweetheart needs the teams help to remove a stalker from her life, Elle immediately remembers why she loved loves her.

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↳ ❝Sometimes two people need to fall apart to realize how badly they need to fall…together.❞⁣ -Unknown

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It’s loud. Urgent. It doesn’t stop ringing.

Elle wasn’t a big fan of change, she liked things the way she kept them, from organizing to keeping the same number she’d had since highschool. It wasn’t the smartest idea as an FBI Agent but it kept her sane.

Groggily, she rolls over to finally answer the call since it seemed the ringer would scream at her like a toddler throwing a tantrum until she did. What was it? 3 a.m? Maybe 4? She couldn’t keep track of time on her days off, when she finally got the slightest bit of rest from tracking down serial killers and the like, so she usually slept with her ringer on which proved to be a pain in the ass until she heard the urgency in the callers voice. Not even taking a glance at the number, she assumed it was what it always was —Quantico.

“Belle, please tell me it’s you..” The voice is soft, fearful…familiar. Elle is immediately awake when she hears it.

“Y/n? What’s going on”?

“Look, I know it’s late and we haven’t talked in a bit but please tell me we can meet. It’s serious”.

A bit? She wouldn’t call 3 years a “bit” but Y/n’s voice takes front in her mind before anything else. She sounds…quiet. Like she was scared someone would hear her. Elle glances at the clock. 5:10.

“Are you okay? What’s going on”?

“Look, I can’t talk about this over the phone. Just…Just tell me you’ll meet me. I’ll send the address..”

“I’m getting dressed now. Wait on me, alright? Don’t send anything, I know someone”.

Y/n’s voice is shaky when she replies, and the situation is confusing Elle further every second.

“I’m gonna hang up now. Knock three times so I know it’s you”.

And then…the line is dead…

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Now, interrupting Penelope Garcia’s beauty rest on a rare day off was a no no unless an emergency was at hand so naturally when she answers Elle’s call, she’s grumpy.

“This better be an emergency, I was having a VERY important dream about Derek Morgan. Speak now or be banished”!

Elle has no time to fully take in the hilarity of Garcia’s natural comedic timing, the fear in Y/n’s voice is all she can think about.

“I need you to find an address for me, I’ll send you a phone number. I think she’s in trouble, Nel. Can you do that for me”?

Garcia’s grogginess is gone away just as quickly as Elle’s when she heard Y/n’s voice, “We both know the answer to that. Should I wake the others”?

“Not yet.. I’m not sure what’s happening. Just.. Keep an ear out. I’ll send the number”.

And then…the line is dead…

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The cobblestone path leading up to the woman’s home seemed like lava underneath the agents feet. She hadn’t come near the woman physically since their breakup, and it seemed as if their first meeting in years were under dire circumstances; What a way to start your day off, Elle.

The blinds are drawn and Elle could see the lights shutting off when her car pulled onto the long cul de sac. The “spidey senses” she gained being a profiler went off the second she knocked those 3 rhythmic times.

It takes a moment for the door to be opened, and Elle is blown away when it is.

Y/n is thin, frail looking. Her eyes are darkly circled to show exhaustion, and she looked absolutely terrified if her voice didn’t show it enough over the phone.

She hurries in, the door is urgently closed by her obviously paranoid ex-girlfriend.

“You look like hell” Elle points out rather crudely; her voice startles the poor thing, who she turns around to find has slid to the floor with her back against the door; she rushes to her side in concern.

“He’s back, Elle.. He’s back”.

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It didn’t take much convincing. The evidence spoke for itself, but the team was quite shocked to find out just exactly who they were protecting. Elle was never the one to dish out the private details of her life, it was clear to see she wasn’t one for trusting. Even if they had been her team members for almost 6 years now.

Y/n Kaine was Elle’s ill fated highschool lovergirl. They’d dated for almost 8 years until Elle had to go into Quantico, it’s when she decided she couldn’t put Y/n in that type of danger, but god did it hurt walking away from her. She hated herself for years afterwards; She thought she’d moved on, but that was neither here nor there when there were bigger fish to fry.

Y/n recounts the story she told to Elle to the horror of the others.

“Um, It started when I got into modeling. The texts, emails, and the calls…the calls” She shudders.

“Go on” Prentiss encourages softly, with Elle squeezing her hand for comfort.

“When I moved to New York, and got my first big modeling gig- When I started to blow up I’d get these calls of this man detailing ways he would…t-take me against my will. How he’d torture and butcher me. Then the pictures of me started being sent in the mail with handwritten letters. It stopped for awhile when I moved back home but yesterday….this showed up”.

The letter was sent in a simple white envelope with a red letter sticker on the front, simple and pretty; it’s contents were not.

Pictures scattered across the table of Y/n throughout her day, at home AND in public. The letter is as followed.

You thought you’d float away, little butterfly. You thought I’d stay away? You’ve hurt me, Butterfly. I JUST WANT TO LOVE YOU!! Stop running, stop running please… I’ll see you soon. I forgive you. You know not what you do but it’ll all be over soon.

We’ll be together. We’ll be happy. I promise you, little butterfly. You’ll learn how to please me in due time. Remember that I’ve been merciful, I’ve forgiven you.

Do NOT run again. You’ll miss our first date.

-SIGNED,

Your ONLY Loverman ❤︎.

The room fell silent, you could hear a pen drop. The team wasn’t ready for it to get worse, but Garcia always had a way of reminding them that it did.

“And then there’s the, uh, voicemails which I have listened to and immediately watched cat videos after. They are not exactly…romantic”.

Aaron nods his head for her to play it, and the team is on the edge of their seats; Y/n, however, rocks back and forth in her seat when a deep almost robotic voice starts to speak.

Elle is first to comfort her, which is another shock to the team. Elle’s softness wasn’t exactly her strong suit, of course.

“Hey, look at me. You’re safe in here, babydoll… You’re safe”.

Y/n nods. Reid sits up straighter and leans forward; The team knows that focus. His gears are turning.

“Butterfly, Butterfly… I know you don’t mean to ignore me. Right? RIGHT!? ANSWER THE PHONE! YOU USED TO ANSWER THE PHONE! …Gosh, I’m sorry for yelling, that’s so unlike me. Just…Answer”.

Reid looks to Prentiss and JJ to see if he was the only one, and Prentiss is first to speak.

“Our loverman is a loverwoman”.

The information settles in the room like the smell of freshly cleaned chitlins.

“How do we know”? Rossi pipes in.

“From the letter to the call, one thing stays the same”.

“The failure to come off as…macho”? Tara asked.

JJ nods, “The pen name. Her penmanship is attentive and detailed letter by letter— add that in with the fake voice changer in the voicemails. It’s something you can get off the appstore for maybe $3 dollars”.

“She wants us to believe she’s male. Garcia, slow down the voicemail for me”? Reid is sure he heard it.

The voice changer cuts off midway through one of the voicemails and her voice can be heard, raspy and low, and definitely woman.

Y/n is still shaking; Rossi motions for Elle to take her out.

“Let’s go get a drink, yeah”? Elle smiles as softly as she can to the terrified woman.

Y/n nods, tears streaming down her face, “I’d like that. Please”.

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Soon, Y/n and Elle are back at Y/n’s home under the protection of armed agents, and policemen. Y/n had her first uninterrupted nap in 48 hours since the day she’d found out he, well, she was back.

In the comfort of her arms, Elle watches the woman sleep with a bittersweet smile on her face. In the past 48 hours, it all came flooding back and she’d regretted her decisions all over again.

“Stop it. Don’t stare at me like that”. Your voice is raspy with sleep, looking up into the eyes of your ex girlfriend, who you’d hadn’t healed from yet was…Harrowing to say the least. Elle had taken your heart with her walking away from her relationship, and now here she was trying to save you; yet she couldn’t save you from the the pain of her departure.

“You were having a bad dream”.

She excused like nothing.

“I’ve been awake for 10 minutes, Elle”.

Why was love so hard? It had always been for Elle, and when she met you Sophmore year, she’d been battling internal homophobia —Finally exploring her sexuality, and realizing she’d been into women this entire time. You were her saving grace. But…

She’d always known from the start what she wanted to be, she could remember as young as 8 when she started playing “Cops and Robbers”, as she’d grown up and her personality was moulded, she was quickly learning she was more than fascinated in the life of crime —she wanted to save lives. She just wasn’t ready to have to save her lovers. Not willing to put you in danger; She’d left you behind.

She was now realizing, she couldn’t control crime and danger. Now she had to save you.

And it wasn’t from her lifestyle..

She sighs.

“I’m sorry”.

Your ears perk up. You’d dreamt of that moment for years on end. You told her when she left that she’d learn quickly she wouldn’t be able to change and control everything in her life.

“Keep talking…” You sit up straighter, not even privy to the fact that meant you were now in her lap. Elle, however? She was more than aware, and she didn’t say a thing.

Elle mumbles.

“No. You won’t shut down on me this time, Elle. Say what you were about to say. I’ve been waiting 3 fucking years for this…Don’t let me down”.

You can see her eyes flutter closed, and then back open to look into your eyes, “I’m sorry. Y-you were right. I can’t change and control everything, and in my stubborn mind…I, I lost the one I held dearest to me and now I’m sitting in front of her. Protecting her. Although, I thought I’d been protecting her when I left. I saw…I saw Aaron lose his wife. I saw Gideon lose his girlfriend. I saw fucking Reid lose his, and each time I witnessed those…I thought of you. How I…How I did the right thing that night by leaving”

She’s rambling, and you see a tear fall from her eyes. Elle didn’t cry.

You grab her face in your hands, “Breath, Belle”.

But she can’t. The more her eyes become blurred by her tears— she sees your vanish. She sees it become all a dream.

Until your lips are against hers.

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A bang spooks you two away from each other. Your face immediately pales as Elle gets up with her gun drawn.

You looked at here in paralyzing fear that tugs at her heartstrings the moment she sees it.

“Belle…Please tell me…”

You’re shaking in an almost methodically rhythmic manner.

“They’d better hope not”. Elle reassures ready to go to war for you.

“Call Garcia and Hotch for me, Sweetheart. Can you do that for me”? She whispers moving forward in the room, movements feline like as she makes her way to the hallway.

At first you can barely get over the ringing in your ears to even process what Elle had said. Your heart was beating like as it were a rabbit thumping it’s back legs against the hard earthy soil.

When you’re finally calm enough to think, you grab your phone to call Garcia.

“Hit me”!

Your breathing is ragged and you can feel the early signs of a panic attack coming on.

“Y/n”? Garcia’s voice is low and concerned, You feel tears pricking.

It was all too much.

“G-garcia…Someone’s here”. You get out before fainting.

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When you came to, Elle was back by your side. You can barely remember what made you so stressed.

“Be quiet, okay”? Elle whispers.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You were still in your living room, weren’t you? Still being stalked by someone unknown, and now it seemed they were in the house.

She can see the panic on your face, kneeling in front of you; she places a kiss to your forehead —a sorta reassurance.

A gun cocks.

There’s a stillness in the room, for a moment not a breath was heard, and the gun cocking was echoed back at you. You were living in someone else’s body.

Your ears rang.

“Step away from her”.

Is that Tina? Tina Maxine? It couldn’t be …Right?

She was your bestfriend, well, your childhood bestfriend. You weren’t as close as you were in highschool but you were still friends. You couldn’t grasp a clue on why she’d be mad. Your mama always told you to reflect hard on the actions you choose but —Tina was different. She was like a sister…You’d never hurt her.

“Tina Tina”

“Oh now you remember me, do ya”? Her soft Nola accent fills the room with hatred and disgust so thick you could barely breathe. Usually it was the opposite, you felt love and warmth in every word.

Hadn’t you chatted last week? Or was it a month ago? Two?

“Step…Back”. Elle’s voice is unwavering yet cautious, using an arm to shield you.

“Look at you…All knight and shining armor”.

Tina looks between the two of you.

“Where were you those nights she cried over your thin lipped behind”?

Her voice descends into a disbelieving laugh.

“Tina, don’t do this…”

“No! No, see. I was there for you, I was your shoulder. I let you cry to me…Use me…”

You stand up on quivering legs, “Ti, it was never like that. I see you like a sist-”

“DON’T! Finish that sentence and your white savior gets a bullet to the fucking skull”.

Elle looks helpless. She’s helpless to saving you.

“Piggy, piggy. Why’re you looking so distressed? Can’t think? Now you know how I felt when ALL SHE WOULD TALK ABOUT WAS FUCKING YOU”!

She waved the gun in Elle’s face, too focused on her to focus on you.

Slid across the floor is Elle’s glock. You silently grab it into your hand and nod at Elle as Tina continues her speech.

“I love her. I love her, I do. So why is it that she always runs to you? She escaped me…Ran away to a brand new state because of me and yet she still has your number in her phone as Belle…You hadn’t talked in forever. Who woulda thunk I’d be second place to a bitch who does nothing but run away”.

Nearing her, she raises her pistol and aims it at Elle’s face.

“She’s mine. Say goodbye…”

A shot rang out and your ears are ringing, eyes blurry as you drop the gun and watch Tina’s body fall to the floor.

The team is in the door the second she drops and you’re struggling against Hotch’s arms.

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What would you give for love? An arm? Leg? …Your first murder?

You knew you weren’t at fault for Tina’s death, it was either you and Elle or her. It didn’t mean the sting wasn’t all the same.

You were taught that death is inevitable but can be prevented. You were taught to not harm others.

You knew, morally, you were in no wrong. Your mother said the same —Your mother and grandmother were the ones who ingrained into you that you mustn’t hurt another unless you absolutely have to defend yourself.

You had to defend yourself.

It’s been a month since the shooting, and the nightmares haven’t stopped, but one thing remained the same—

Elle’s presence.

You’d broken your arm from the recoil of the gun. You were so emaciated at the time that your bones couldn’t take it. Elle took care of you for the months needed to heal; You stayed with her.

It was finally time for you to go back home but before you could, Elle stops you at the door.

“Y/n…” She starts, which gives you pause, “Look, I’m not gonna stop you but what if- what if you just moved in? It’s not like our relationship is new and I-”

You let go the handle of your suitcase and run into her arms, clinging on tightly.

“Of course I will, Mi Belle… I love you”.

“I love you more, beautiful…” She whispers into your ear and holds you even closer.

↳ ❝Running away from love does nothing when it is your soulmate you hide from ❞ -Unknown

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Old Habits (Pt 1/?)

A little bit of angst to Fluff

TW/CW: bad grammar 😭

Disclaimer/Summary: The reader and Elle visit the Bau after a decade of leaving. Season 12-15 spoilers!! ⚠️

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It was no surprise that coming back to the Bau after 14 years would resurface old memories. You couldn't lie and say that you didn't miss that place, which you absolutely did. You kept in touch once in a which but tried to stay off grid mostly. You sent messages back and forth to the team but never went to talk to them in person.

You befriended Emily after you left the Bau. She was the only person who really understood you and Elle on you decision for leaving. You two had been married for 10 years and non of team knew that except for Emily. You knew that Hotch left for witness protection, Emily was unit chief, and that there were new members in the team now.

After a while of communication with the team after you leaving you had to stop talking to them and cut ties for your own safety, but Emily made sure that you two were safe. She had an obligation to not tell the team anything due to your wishes. She also knew that some of the cases were dangerous in itself, so you and Elle had to be off the grid so you weren't targets and potential threats.

Specifically the threat of Evertt Lynch. At the time when he was especially dangerous, you were saddened to hear that JJ was shot by his daughter Grace. Not only that, you couldn't even visit her in the hospital when she was in recovery. You couldn't help but cry to Elle when everyone you cared about was getting hurt left and right.

But once that sob was finally dead, Emily informed you that you could come to Penelope's going away party at Rossi’s house. Needless to say, you were extremely nervous. You were mostly worried about how they would react to you sudden appearance after not seeing each other for year's on end.

You were so consumed in your thoughts that you didn't realise that you the car had stopped. “Hey, It'll be okay. They’ll understand.” Elle spoke as she held your hand reassuringly. You fidgeted with her ring on her ring finger slightly. “It's really been 10 years since we got married huh?” You half-heartedly smile. “It's been 10 years since I married the most beautiful woman in the world.”

She kissed you to calm your nerves, and it immediately gave you butterflies as it was your first kiss all over again. You couldn't have imagined seeing yourself marrying an amazing, hard-working, badass woman who just so happens to love you just as much as you loved her. “Come on, let's go before Emily gets worried. I already texted her that we were here.” You smiled before hopping out of the car.

You were wearing a silky black dress with heels to match. Elle was wearing a black black suit with a white button-up and black heel ankle boots to match. Emily was there to greet y'all at the door so that no one knew that you two were there. She told us to wait around a corner until her signal. You squeezed Elle's hand as your nervousness settled in.

“Penelope, I think there's someone here to see you.”

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Pt 2?? Thank you all so much for 400 followers! I'll try my best to keep the works flowing when I have time!!

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prentisssgf · 1 month

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| spidey senses

| criminal minds

| elle greenaway x reader

| flufff but reader is sick (mentions of vomit so be careful)

| 789 words

You woke up the same way you did every morning, your alarm blaring and next to your girlfriend Elle Greenaway, you had a slight headache but you thought nothing of it, you took some ibuprofen and both of you went in to work.

"She okay?" Morgan nodded to you as he whispered to Elle.

"Hmm?" Elle turned around to see you at your desk rubbing your temples, they saw you both reach down into your office draws to take some more ibuprofen but you tilted your head back as you remembered you only took it two hours ago "oh yeah, just a headache" Elle whispered back "let me talk to her"

"Hey baby" Elle walked over to you.

"Hi Elle" you looked up with a sad smile, Elle looked down at your unintelligible handwriting.

"You alright?" she said grabbing a chair to sit at the side of your desk handing you a banana and some water, you raised one eyebrow and pouted your lips as you took them anyway.

"Hmm" you nodded.

"Babe" Elle looked over at your paperwork, your eyes slowly following hers.

"Oh" you replied sadly as you seen just how bad your once extremely neat handwriting actually looks like now, you were quick to see the black ink spilled across the desk too.

"Oh honey" JJ said walking passed.

"Guys I'm fine I promise I'm not-" JJ grabbed the bin underneath her desk just in time for you to not throw your breakfast up on the BAU bullpen floor.

"Alright, time to get you home" Elle sighed softly, she wasn't mad it was more in a place of concern.

"I'm fine I promise Elle" you tried your best to convince her but your croaky voice and the sweat on your forehead gave it all away.

"Sure" Elle smiled "but you will feel a little better at home, I'll even put Gilmore Girls on?" she smiled.

"Done" you smiled standing up, too quickly for you as Elle had to steady you but holding your hand with one hand and putting her arm around your back.

"Could you manage to come and see Hotch or do you need to stay here?" Elle bought her fingernail up to her mouth to bite on as she worried.

"I think it's better if I say here right now" you laughed it off.

Elle nodded as she quickly jogged to Hotch's office, turning her head every couple of seconds to check on you.

JJ and Morgan were looking out for you so Elle could talk to Hotch.

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"Bed or couch?" Elle asked as soon as you stepped foot in your shared apartment.

"Umm.." you thought hard "bed" you nodded, Elle laughing slightly at how long it took for you to make that decision.

"I'll be here when you wake up okay?" Elle smiled kissing your forhead.

"Okay" you smiled with everything you could muster.

You woke up to the feeling of nausea not long after, you lifted up Elle's arm gently and you sat up on the bed, you looked behind you to see Elle sleeping peacefully, you smiled a little before rushing to the toilet.

"Aww baby" Elle cooed rubbing your back a few minutes after you reached the toilet.

"What- you were just- when did you?" you furrowed your eyebrows, still half asleep.

"Shh shh, we'll call it spidey senses" Elle laughed making you laugh too.

"Did I wake you honey? I'm sorry if I did" you lowered your head.

Elle shook her head "You didn't" she smiled lightly "now come on let's brush your teeth and get you back into bed" she promoted.

After brushing your teeth and changing your clothes Elle guided you back to bed "What time is it?" you asked, your eyes fully closed.

"2:30pm" Elle laughed before gently kissing your forehead, "I love you" you whispered, falling as asleep minutes later in the same position you once were, Elle's fingers combing through your hair.

"Good morning baby" Elle reached down to kiss your forehead.

"Elle" you giggled "you're gonna get sick if you keep kissing me"

"Well then you'll just have to return the favour" Elle winked.

"What time is it?" you turned around

"Around 7pm" Elle nodded "I can make you tea if you want? or soup if you could handle that? maybe biscuits? or-"

"Elle Elle Elle honey honey please, I'm okay, I'll just have a water" you chuckled.

Elle nodded hesitantly, but you knew exactly what she was thinking "I'll have something when I wake up properly" you smiled.

"Okay" Elle smiled.

"Now come back here" you softly demanded by pouting.

"I'm here" Elle smirked as she jogged over to the bed before both of you fell asleep again once more.

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #elle greenaway x reader #elle greenaway #lola glaudini #elle greenaway x you #criminal minds x you

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greencways · 8 months

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Fic Name: Kiss me?

Paring: Elle Greenaway x Reader

Words: 1009

Warnings: None :)

Content: Elle has a crush on you!

A/N: I miss writing Elle x Reader I haven’t in so long so so here you go!

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Something that not a lot of people knew about Elle Greenaway was that she is extremely shy, although she would never admit to to anyone, she was, you found it cute, it was one of the many reasons why you fell for her.

When you joined the team, about a month after JJ did, you were the newbie, you took it hard because JJ clicked with everyone so she was the 'newbie that everyone liked' although everyone was nice to you, you just couldn't figure out a place to fit in.

"Hey, We're having a party in Rossi's later on tonight if you wanted to go" Elle said walking up to you with a gentle smile.

You looked around the room seeing everyone already in small groups and cliques "Uhh sure" you smiled back.

"I'll stay with you pretty lady don't worry" you bit your lip to try and cover up the fact that you were blushing because of Elle Greenaway.

"Now how could I refuse that offer" you winked at her as you turned away to stir your coffee, you knew how to flirt with women and you knew how to do it well, you used to your advantage most of the time; for free drinks at bars mostly but this one felt different, before you turned away you saw Elle's cheeks grow a cardinal colour a contrast of what was once a normal pink blush, before she quickly turned away which made you laugh.

"7pm is that okay?" you fake saluted "i'll pick you up love and be ready" the tone wasn't angry but it was just enough for you to pull yourself out of your thoughts of you being the one who will flirt with her all night.

"Sure" was all you could manage to get out, It took you until Elle was almost out of the room until you released she doesn't have your address. "Elle wait" you ran over to her "You don't know where I live." you said out of breath.

She held you up for a while to catch your breath "Don't you worry about that pretty girl, i'll find it"

"Stop calling me that" you blushed.

"Why? If I didn't know any better I would say it's because you're all flustered" Elle Flirted.

"Greenaway are you flirting with me right now?" you finally realised.

"Oh wow it only took you 10 months to realise that I have been"

"Oh If I had known before then we could've done this sooner" you leaned forward to kiss her.

"Y/N 1 Elle 0" Derek said as he passed you.

"You weren't supposed to see that Morgan” Elle laughed.

"Don't worry babygirl you're secret is safe with me" Morgan winked and you laughed as you hugged Elle's waist.

"So do you wanna come over later" You got slightly embarrassed as she didn't say anything "You know to get ready for Rossi's" you blurted out.

"Yes" she laughed as she stroked your hair smiling down at you, you instinctively smiled back.

"Okay, let's get back to work before people find us suspicious" you laughed as you grabbed her hand.

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"Oh wow" you caught your breath "You look so good Greenaway" you found yourself eyeing up and down her black suit and matching black heels.

"You don't look so bad yourself Y/L/N" Elle smiled as she licked her red stained lips in awe of the black short thigh level silky dress you were wearing, paired with similar heels to Elle.

"People are going to think we're matching" you laughed after the realisation.

"That's a risk I'm willing to take" Elle shrugged.

You couldn't help but blurt something out that you've been dying to ever since you layed eyes on Elle as soon as she came over "Kiss me"

She smiled at you and made her way over to where you were standing, near the bottom of the stairs, this kiss lasted much longer than the one at work, it was incredible, it was passionate, immense and altogether beautiful "I could get use to this" Elle smiled into the kiss.

"Me too but Rossi's party started 20 minutes ago" You smiled checking both of your makeup to see if there was any stains that weren't supposed to be there.

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JJ answered the door "Hey guys" she pulled you in for a hug "Party hasn't started yet so you're right on time" JJ acknowledged.

"Thanks Jayje" you hugged her and smiled.

"Hey Y/N can I talk to you for a minute" JJ enquired

"Yeah sure” you turned to Elle “I'll catch up with you later okay?" you persuaded Elle that you were going to be okay.

"So" she wriggled her eyebrows in excitement "You and Elle what's up with that" she smiled, you smiled back knowing she was just curious and she didn't mean any harm.

"You're not a profiler how did you figure that one out" you laughed.

"It doesn't need to take a profiler to figure out the relationship between you and Elle, you like her" JJ playfully shoved you.

"Okay fine maybe I do" you finally admitted.

"I knew it!" she shouted in a whisper "How long has this been going on for?" she questioned almost begging to hear more details.

"Our relationship is fairly new but I'm very happy" you smiled at her and you and JJ looked over to Elle who was now holding a wine glass talking about books with Spencer "I'm really happy" you repeated smiling.

"Hey what's going on over here" Elle walked over to us.

"JJ found us out the minute we walked through the door"

"But she's not a profiler" she turned to JJ "How did you figure that one out?" she asked cautiously.

"Elle I literally asked the same thing" you all laughed.

JJ shrugged "It doesn't need to take a profiler to figure out the relationship between the two of you" she repeated and shrugged. Elle wrapped her arm around your waist, you wrapped both of your arms around hers. You knew that this is exactly what you wanted.

#criminal minds #fanfic #lola glaudini #elle greenaway x reader #elle greenaway #elle x you

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