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I couldn’t think of a good title for this one. It’s not one of my favorites I’ve written— but I can’t find any other area of this mini fic to try to spruce up and make better. I hope you guys enjoy it! ;)

Emily is jealous of Beth; Aaron is oblivious.

She can't tell if the headache is from the hangover lingering in her skull, or from the glaring across the table at the brown-haired woman with the overpowering cheap perfume from the over bubbly smiling-to-early-in-the-fucking-morning smile and laugh making google eyes at her boss.

JJ passes her a Tylenol as the waiter sets down Emily’s order of a hamburger, no onion in front of her. The waiter sets a grilled chicken salad in front of that wanna-be brunette bimbo who has an arm wrapped around Aaron’s own arm. Emily pops the Tylenol with a gulp of her large water before springing up from the table, mumbling something about peeing and washing her hands before she eats.

She can feel the team's curious eyes burn into her back as she disappears down the hallway that contains the bathroom. It's not long before JJ and Garcia are both coming to the bathroom after her. They study her with curious eyes while Emily washes her hands and refuses to acknowledge the two that just walked in.

“Em, honey, are you ok?” JJ asks her tentatively, stepping forwards and placing a hand on Emily’s shoulder. Garcia stands back still, watching with curious eyes.

“No. I'm not ok, JJ, because I am crazy head over heels in love with that man out there and he has another brunette wrapped around his arm, and she's not even that pretty.” Emily responded in petty, eyes welling up with tears. Her hands wipe at her eyes, clearing them of her unshed tears.

“Oh, honey.” Garcia pouted to Emily as she wrapped her in a hug, squeezing her to her chest. “You are going to be just fine, do you want me to shut down all of her credit cards? Or maybe make her nose and forehead look bigger in all of her pictures?” She offers up, which is enough to have Emily letting out a little laugh.

“No, let's not incriminate you in the process. Besides, her looking bad in pictures won't change her looks in real life.” Emily responds, pulling back and wiping her eyes again. “I think I'm going to head home. I'm still tired, and I can't promise I won't say something I might regret come Monday.” She opens the door, not leaving any room for conversation.

Morgan, Reid, and Rossi watch her as she exits and asks the waiter for a box. Aaron twists his head around and looks for a minute before turning back to the woman next to him. Garcia and JJ rejoin the group, giving a simple ‘she-just-isn't-feeling-well’ as an explanation for her sudden departure.

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Several days pass by before Morgan begins questioning her about what happened. ‘You weren't actually sick Saturday, were you?’ he begins which makes her roll her eyes.

“Derek, I really don't want to talk about this.” She sighs, wishing they were trapped in this car for another hour with each other. “I was hungover. That’s it.”

“Oh, so it doesn’t have anything to do with Beth and the obvious eyes you’ve been making at Hotch since you got back?” He slings at her, which makes her anger begin to explode.

“Derek Morgan, I told you I did not want to talk about this. If you say one more word I will unleash hell onto you.” She seethes, teeth clenching and brows furrowing.

He remains quiet for the rest of the ride, but she knows her outburst was enough of the answer he needed. Derek Morgan knows that Emily Prentiss is in love with her boss, and said boss has no idea.

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The coffee is shit, and so is the weather outside in Seattle is much the same. It’s been stormy, raining constantly, who’s is to be expected of Seattle. She can only assume that Rossi has just come inside from the rain because he steps up next to her soaking wet and begins pouring coffee.

“He is truly oblivious, isn’t he?” He comments as he brings the coffee to his lips, turning and leaning against the counter. Emily follows his gaze from where she stands, letting it land on Aaron hovering above a table and reading a file with JJ and some rookie cop.

“I’m not sure what you're talking about.” Emily denies it, leaving it there. They both let her say it, and they both don’t mention it’s a lie. They let silent understanding settle between them before he gives a silent nod and leaves her in the room to be by herself again.

Emily plasters on an unbothered face once more and heads out to solve the case.

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“How did it go with Hotch?” JJ questions when Emily and the man in question arrive back from interviewing a family member. JJ sits down at the desk chair next to Emily in the conference room of whatever town they're in this weekend. Emily just glances up from where her head is bent down into a file, dark hair falling around in a curtain around her as she does.

“It went like it always does. We found things out and we left.” She snapped back to her friend before turning her head back into the file in front of her. JJ just gives a sigh, not budging. She’ll get more information from the brunette soon enough.

It takes two hours before Emily is pulling JJ into a bathroom with frustration plastered across her face. “Why is he so stupid? Am I not being obvious enough? I mean, I don't want him to be unfaithful to his...whatever they’re calling it-- because I know his fidelity means so much to him. Especially after that stunt that blonde bimbo he married pulled on him. I don't know what to do anymore, JJ.”

Emily is upset; that JJ can see. JJ also knows that Emily just needs someone to listen to her so she can get the frustration out. “Feel better?” Emily just glares up at the question, scoffing in amusement. “No, but thank you for listening.”

The two leave the bathroom with curious looks from deputies, and the rest of the team members. JJ brushes it off, but Emily sends glares to her colleagues of the FBI. Hotch returns her glare, face set sternly as it meets hers across the room. Reid glances down, seeming to wish he could disappear with the tension in the room. Morgan and JJ just watch the two, eager to see who’s going to break first. Rossi gives a little chuckle, shaking his head as the two brunettes continue to stare at each other head-on. Emily turns away first, choosing instead to return her mind to her file.

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Emily’s morning spent with Derek looking at houses and talking about foundations has her rethinking even buying a house. The case comes in while they’re still looking at homes. They arrive on the scene quickly, and Emily has to force her mind to focus. Why does he have to look so good in a plain t-shirt and some jeans?

When the bomb went off in the bank, the only thought in her head was how she was going to tell him how she felt, because she wasn't sure she would make it through the day if this is how it was going to go. Covered in soot, she worked her way into a room where she could hear a faint scream for help and found an older couple.

By the end of the day, she was disarming a bomb around her best friend's man while still covered in the soot from the first explosion. She clips the wire with the hope that she's got it right, and feels her body break into chills of relief when she does. She leans to the side, feeling her racing heart slow with her panting breaths as she leans back. Body weak with the crushing adrenaline high.

Morgan and Aaron come running up the stairs to where she’s now sitting next to an equally breathless Will. Morgan begins to clip the chains around Will while Aaron offers Emily a hand to pull her up. The slight contact has Emily’s heart rate picking up and her stomach clenching together as she remembers what she’d told herself earlier in the day.

A wedding is (secretly) planned for the next day and everyone is leaving in favor of a shower and sleep before she's got a chance to pull Aaron to the side by herself. She stands in the shower letting the scalding water run down her body, doing what she told Clyde she would do. The conversation plays over and over in her mind, keeping her awake through the night.

“...but um..If I had more help-- say, running the London Gateway Office. You’d get your answer a lot quicker.”

“Yeah, you should fix that.”

“Well, I'm trying.” A job. He’s offering her a job.

“You have always had bad timing.” She thinks of Aaron. Of his new love for this brunette. Of her infatuation with him that he can’t see.

“Oh, come on Emily, don't you miss this?” She does...somewhat.

“I--Yeah. I will.”

Emily zips her dress with the conversation on her mind still. A job running the London office. Even thinking about it has her head spinning so much she’s unsure of when she arrived at the party… wedding.

Emily’s conversation with Derek ends with a sad sigh and Penelope spewing something garbled into her drink as she leaves and Hotch, Jack, and her enter the room. Derek leads Jack and the other woman away to the fountain, leaving her with him. “How are you?” He questions with an easy smile that has her shaking her head with a deep sigh. “That bad, huh?” Easy conversation leads to an agreeable breakfast date where they can talk about it, but Emily knows deep down she won’t go to that date. She’ll say what she needs to say tonight, and that’ll be the end of it.

Easy dancing on the boxed-off yard with the team, being passed through their arms until she lands in Aaron’s arms has her laughter flowing freely. Being held here, in his arms, is what has her realizing that maybe she always knew they weren’t going to last. Maybe that part of her is what made her want to accept the job in London.

“We both know that I won’t be at breakfast in the morning. Clyde Easter offered me a job running the London Office. I've decided to take it. You and I both know that I was always going to leave again. I can't grab onto my life the way it was before Doyle.” Her words are whispered softly against his shoulder as she leans close to him. Soft hands trace to grab his face, turning his eyes to meet hers. “Aaron Hotchner, I love you. I have loved you since I first saw you all those years ago in my mother's home, and I continued to love you all this time. Until the next time.” With a sad smile and a chaste pressed kiss to his lips, she pulls back and leaves the yard.

The rest of the crowd stare in shock. Emily has just kissed Aaron in front of his date. “Aaron?” Emily hears Beth because that's her name, Beth, question in shock as she steps up to him and grabs his arm gently. “Beth, I’m-- I’m so sorry. I've got to go after her.” Aaron’s voice carries across the yard as he jogs after her, following her inside and catching her arm just inside the door.

“Emily, wait! How long? How long have I been blind?” The question has her giving a dry laugh but his hand tightens around her wrist in seriousness. “After your divorce. I knew before then you wouldn’t have gone for anything offered because you are too good of a man. After the divorce, I started flirting then, but it seemed that you were the only one who hadn’t noticed. Then Foyet and Doyle happened, and now here we are. You're with Beth and I’m flying across the Atlantic to take a job with Interpol.” There’s a slight pout to her mouth when she finishes talking.

Aaron feels the pulse speeding up in her wrist where he holds it. His other hand reaches up and cups her sharp jawline. He presses another kiss to her lips, pressing hard enough she feels her lips will bruise. Foreheads rest against each other when he pulls back. “I’m sorry I didn't see it earlier. Maybe we could've had something amazing.” He drops his hands from her, backing away from where she stands and he leaves. Walking back outside to inevitably explain everything to his girlfriend, who stares at the both of them in complete shock.

@florenceremingtonthethird - A tag as promised : )

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Hiii! I saw your post for prompts, I was thinking something along the lines of what happened between Emily and Hotch during 5 x 21 (I think that was the episode??, I was looking at your profile and there was this hotchniss analysis of them lol) or a good old fashion jealous Hotch/Emily fic !!

Hii!! I've actually taken both of your ideas and made two fics :)

The first of which, you can read here

The second will be available hopefully later tonight, as I'm still editing it. I'll make sure to tag you though. ;)

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Alaskan Chill

Hi! A while ago I posted asking for prompts and I’ve been working on them ever since. With the prompts, I ended up with 3 short stories (drabbles more like) and one fic that’ll most likely be a few chapters long!

Now— without further ado, below the cut is the first of these to be released :)

He can’t figure out why she isn’t there with them. Why she isn’t nestled on the couch between JJ and Garcia as they discuss the sporadic MO. By the time rooms are being sorted out, she walks in, all out of breath and pink-cheeked like she’d just come in from a run on a windy Sunday morning. Only it isn’t Sunday nor is it particularly windy outside, just a chill that seeps through clothes and into your bones no matter how many layers you're wearing.

“Prentiss, we’re doubling up. Garcia’s already claimed me, Rossi claimed a room to himself. Who are you taking?” Morgan details when he finally catches sight of her. She’d come from behind him, through the hallway next to the stairs that make him think she’d been in the bathroom, peeling layer of clothes from pale skin just to cover it all back up when she’d finished whatever she’d been doing.

“I’ll room with Hotch, it's fine.” She replies, arching an eyebrow at Morgan’s shocked face. He must’ve been expecting her to pick JJ.

“Guess that leaves me with Reid.” JJ shrugs, a curious but unbothered look plastered across her face. JJ stands up and turns to ascend up the stairs, Prentiss following, go-bag slung over both their shoulders and keys in her hand to unlock the room they’d be sharing. Hotch trails up the stairs last, following Reid, Morgan, and Rossi with Garcia staying behind to run background checks on the rest of the town before she eventually crashes herself.

Upon entering the room, Emily tosses her things onto the bed with a tired sigh. When the door is closed and the lock is turned, she turns and wraps her arms around his middle, head laying against his chest. This is no longer Agent Prentiss, this is Emily. With a smile, he wraps a single arm around her waist and tosses his bag to the bed before wrapping his other arm around her shoulders. “Hello, beautiful.” He whispers, nose nuzzling into her dark locks and pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

“Missed you. Haven’t had you to myself in a while.” She responds with a little grin, pressing a kiss to his lips softly. Her lips are cold. Cold enough to send a chill down his spine where they meet his own lips.

“You’re cold. We should warm you up.” Aaron grins against her lips, hands reaching under the thick brown half-zip sweater she’s wearing and pulling it up to expose the thin long-sleeved white V-neck she has on underneath.

“I don’t think that taking my clothes off is going to warm me up.” She replies back, pulling back just enough to toss the sweater to the floor on the side of the bed. “Doesn’t that do just the opposite?” She grins against his lips, a little chuckle rumbling in her throat as he pushes her back against the bed. His body hovers hers, sliding between her legs and pressing soft kisses against her neck and the exposed parts of her chest from her shirt being pulled down. He easily pushes it up and off of her, leaving her in her black lace bra and jeans.

They stay that way for a while, tossing clothes to the side and pressing kisses to newly exposed skin with soft panting moans before a knock on the wall above their bed has them both turning their heads up to the source. “Thin walls, kiddos.” Rossi’s voice sings songs from the other side. It has Emily pressing a laugh into Aaron’s neck. When she’s calmed down he pulls the thin covers from the foot of the bed, where they’ve gathered from shuffling to get pants and thick sweaters off, and over the two of them.

“How did your dinner and shopping go with the girls?” Aaron asks her when she turns and settles, bare legs tangling with his as she presses closer to him in search of the warmth he gives off. She’s always so cold.

She hums softly before grinning. “It went alright, I guess. She told me I should give Mick Rawson a call. Of course, I had to make up some excuse on why couldn't. I couldn't just tell her I was screwing my boss. ” Emily continues to burrow into Aaron, seeking the warmth he radiates. “You’re so warm. Why are you always so warm?”

“Yeah, you are working towards on hell of a raise." He chuckled as his arms circled and pulled her tighter in. "I believe the question should be why are you always so cold?” He reiterates, grinning into her hairline while he pulls the thick wool covers up over them before resuming the position of his arms wrapped tightly around her.

It’s not long they stay huddled in each other’s warmth before the blood-curdling scream for help has both of them climbing out of the bed, dressing haphazardly, and running outside to find Garcia with blood on her hands and tears streaming down her face.

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So...if I were to write a fic with an original character who is dating Aaron. Would anyone read it? It’ll probably be several chapters long. I’ve got certain things I want to tell through an outsiders eyes on the team that I think will be interesting.

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Got some angsty stuff brewing in my docs, hopefully it’ll be out tomorrow :)

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who are you fucking

im fucking tired bitch that’s who

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In the mood to write during my 10 days break between semesters! Send me prompts, or let me know something I’ve already got a part to you’d like more of :)

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I already love it. So excited can’t wait🥺

WHAT SPRING DOES... Posting Schedule

My words rained over you, stroking you. A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body. I go so far as to think that you own the universe. I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

- Pablo Neruda

A young Hotcniss fic. Rated for 18+ only, Minors Do Not Interact.

Chapter 1; Mars - Monday 24 May

Chapter 2; Avril - Wednesday 26 May

Chapter 3; Mai - Friday 28 May

Chapter 4; Juin - Tuesday 1 June

((masterlist))

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Yes yes yes

Dear Fanfic writers, I don’t care.

I don’t care if you’ve never written before or if you’ve written hundreds of fics.

I don’t care if your fic is 100 chapters or just one.

I don’t care if there’s too much dialogue, or not enough.

I don’t care if your character drinks “a hot cup of coffee” or “a steaming well of carefully brewed fair trade Ethiopian single origin organic beans, contained in an antique blue willow cup with one tiny chip on the edge and mild cracking in the glaze.”

I don’t care if you use the same pronoun over and over or if you use the word “persnickety” eleven times over the course of ten pages.

I don’t care if your historical references are accurate, or if the characters speak in a way that doesn’t fit their environment.

I don’t care if your romantic pairing makes love on a bed of roses at sunset or if they bang up against the wall in a changing room at Walmart.

I don’t care if your stories are nothing but fluff, or nothing but smut.

I am going to read your fics, and I am going to enjoy the hell out of them. So please keep writing, and ignore comments from assholes. We, the readers, love you.

Reblog if you agree!

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5x21 ~

Of course she wasn’t going to call him. She was already seeing Hotch. And keep in mind the Sin to Win weekend was just the previous episode (Here’s the analysis) so this scene and the rest of the episode is just starting to make a whole lot more sense.

Her face says it all. Emily doesn’t know how to explain to her BFF that she doesn’t want to call Mick because she’s already seeing someone else: their boss.

Lately, it’s like everyone is trying to set her up with someone but she just doesn’t want to. Why would that be? 😏

First of all, there has to be another reason for Emily being the ONLY member of the team not being there. Maybe there’s a deleted scene somewhere in where she enters the room, they explain the situation to her and she instantly and to everyone’s surprise, chooses Hotch to be her roommate. 

A few hours later, who appeared together at the crime scene? This was anything BUT subtle.

Like we’ve seen before, there’s never any personal space with these two. Maybe because it was only Rossi and Reid. Rossi who already knew and Reid who was too clueless about relationships. 

He called her Emily?? At that point in the series, he had only done that like twice and exclusively because he was worried about her (4x17 & 5x11). 

Morgan’s face mimicked all of our faces when we first saw the episode and heard that word coming out of Hotch’s mouth. I really don’t think that look Morgan gave her was coincidental, not after the whole Sin to Win incident a few days before. I think he was starting to put two and two together. 

Oops, my boyfriend accidentally let it slip that we are sleeping together.

@cmhotchniss-blog​

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Emily, sitting on the sofa in Hotch's office: I am such an idiot.

Hotch, writing reports:

Emily:

Hotch:

Emily:

Hotch:

Emily:

Hotch, without looking up: If you're waiting for me to disagree with you, it's going to be a long night.

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sometimes I see older people and I’m like... how do you do it? how do you cope with the loss of people and places and things as life progresses

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I just wish I could get some peace and quiet in my head for once.

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This Y/N chick is gettin all the dick, like bitch don't hog

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Emily: the quickest way to a man's heart is between the fourth and fifth ribs

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Wow this is my first time being in here in like 2 months and I’m ready to get lost in the rabbit hole of my dashboard again.

Don’t go to a medical school guys. It’s not worth the mental illnesses.

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october 12, 1970