Buckle up.

You and Emily met at the BAU when she transferred back from Interpol after Hotch had hired you a few months before. You fit right into the team when you joined, and naturally developed a great friendship with Emily when she returned too. But that friendship quickly developed into a little something more, and although you'd agreed to keep it secret from the rest of the team, it was getting harder to hide how much you cared for each other, especially when one particular case puts you right at the forefront of the team's investigation. This fanfic will revolve around y/n having mental health issues, and whilst the relationship with Emily will play a large part in the storyline, I want to keep it as realistic as possible so y/n's mental health problems will continue throughout. For the purposes of this story, Emily's return from Interpol is the only reason why she's left the BAU, the Ian Doyle storyline has not happened yet. (This story mentions various mental health topics including depression, anxiety, eating disorders (restriction and purging), self-harm and suicide. Please don't read if you think it'll trigger you, and please reach out to someone if you're struggling.) Smut warning - chapters with smut involved will have '*' in the title

"You need to leave Reese" I said realizing that James and the rest are probably not too far away from us and they can be here at any minute. "I'm gonna kill him first-" I cut her off and shook my head "I called for backup" She clenched her jaw and punched the wall behind me, making me flinch "fuck you" --- This story will include: (warnings) -detailed sexual content -family/relationship issues -violence (killing, fighting etc.) -sexual assault/mention on rape -use of weapons (knifes, guns etc.) -a lot of crimes lol

In the world of Washington D.C.'s elite, masks hide more than just faces. At a high-profile masquerade ball, you find yourself captivated by a mysterious woman whose charm and allure are impossible to ignore. As the night unfolds, her flirtatious gaze becomes an invitation you can't refuse. But when the masks come off, the real surprise awaits. The woman you shared an unforgettable night with is none other than Emily Prentiss, the Section Chief of the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. And as fate would have it, your dream internship at the BAU places you right under her watchful eye. This story is a slow-burn romance filled with tension and the intoxicating mix of professional ambition and forbidden desire. ⚠️ chapters containing smut are marked with * 🔔 regular updates! Genre: Romance, Mystery, Drama, Crime Themes: Identity, Attraction, Power Dynamics, Self-Discovery, LGBTQ+ Pairing: Emily Prentiss x female Reader general tw: age gap relationship, smut, violance, murder, blood...all the typical criminal minds stuff

Troubled 18 year old x cold English teacher. Ms. Jones does everything she can to try and get Scarlett to open up and stop pushing people out but what happens when in the midst of it all, they both secretly start to fall in love with eachother.

Y/N has dreamed of joining the BAU for years along side your best friend Cheyanne. Surprising to most people, you have the most bubbly and cheery attitude around, contradictory to the dreams of chasing serial killers. Things get a little tricky when you find yourself falling in love with your teacher and possible future boss, Emily Prentiss, who seems to be the black cat to your golden retriever. Will you even get into the BAU? Will Emily reciprocate the feelings you have? Or will your dreams crumble in front of your eyes? WILL CONTAIN SMUT, chapters will be marked with an * and i'll try to add TW for anything i think might need it. Kinda based in like season 16? I don't know i'm gonna mess with the time line and might put characters in where they don't belong BUT Emily is definitely like grey hair mommy Emily in this. this description kinda sucks just give me a chance!

the new detective and the Captain? (WLW)

!Unedited! "Your skirt is awfully short to be appropriate for school." I look down at my legs, hands smoothing out a wrinkle in my skirt. "I don't remember that we have a dress code. And we're not in highschool anymore, this is college." When I return my attention back to her, my breath hitches in my throat. "Pull it down." ----- Y/n has a mission. Her last year at university is underway and she is sure that nothing could distract her. That is until her new English professor stumbles into her life and brings her not only a welcome intrusion but also confusing unwanted feelings.

One girl, haunted by demons she never asked for. One girl, holding onto a dream with bleeding hands. One girl, clinging to a life she never was supposed to survive. One girl-and one infuriating woman she was never meant to meet. Aurora Winters, 18, soft-spoken and sweet like spring rain, begins her second last first day of senior year. The wreckage of a car crash last Christmas stole what little safety she had left-leaving her in the bitter care of an aunt who never wanted her and a man who only knows cruelty. Bruised, quiet, alone and unraveling, Aurora is trying to survive the storm. But survival becomes complicated when a certain woman enters the picture. Valentina M. Harlow, 37, new to this part of town, new to the school, old to the weight of the world. Once a sweet girl who ached to be seen, now a woman shaped by silence and cold resolve. Sharp-tongued, guarded, emotionally untouchable, manipulative and entirely disinterested in attachments. She is the oldest daughter who walked away-from blood and businesses, from love, from everything that broke her. It's been seven years since she last let herself feel. And she likes it that way. Until Aurora. What begins as uneasy glances and sharp conversations becomes something far harder to ignore. Valentina sees the pain in the girl's eyes. The bruises beneath the surface. And suddenly, the woman who feels nothing is faced with a choice: walk away as she always has, or reach out-risking everything. This is a tale of longing and danger, where hearts shatter, wounds heal, and reopen. Again and again. A story of two women who were never meant to orbit, yet crash into each other anyway. A story of it all. Of longing that feels like ruin. Of aching that feels like home. Of broken things that refuse to stay broken. A slow unraveling, a dangerous pull. A love that could save-or destroy-them both. Maybe they'll piece themselves back together. And set the world on fire, together.