look who's baaaack! i left and returned to cm and i'm jumping between this and dimension 20 :)
my name is eliza, i'm 21, and my pronouns are they/she. i write fanfic, and most of my cm stuff is old, so please don't judge the skill level based on junior year me lol
i write mostly jemily, but i'm sure there will be some that focus just on jj or emily eventually!
here's my ao3
my main/dimension 20 blog is @adainesfroggieboggy
my fic masterlist
my tag for talking about fics as i write them is #liza writes???
Tags: bau!reader, hospitals, soft emily, emotional hurt/comfort, hypothermia, no use of yn
Request: here! Celebrate 2k with me!
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The shiver reaches down to your bones. It had burrowed down some hours ago, slowly bit its way through bone, made space for itself among your marrow. You didn't know that the cold could permeate so deep, spreading frost through your veins, along the threads of your nerves.
Now you think it may never get out. It still lingers, even as you huddle further under your heated blanket and stare through the dark threads of Emily's hair spread over her pillow.
She must be warming up now, too, but all you can think about is the blue tinge to her lips. The way her eyes had gone glassy, voice slurred, skin as cold as glazed porcelain. How she shivered.
At the reminder, another shudder wracks through you. You close your eyes and try to squeeze the image out.
It stays, glued to your memory.
"Hey." Her voice startles you, piercing through your thoughts—as if she knows. You blink and find her standing next to your bed, her hair mussed from where she'd lain on it, hospital gown crumpled and loose around her shoulders.
You blink again.
"Get back under your blanket, Emily," you say wearily.
She doesn't, instead leans against the rails of your bed and peers down at you. Her eyes are dark, concerned. You feel them pick you apart.
Your mouth dries up. You swallow. "Emily."
She makes a tiny noise of acknowledgement. It's soft, from the back of her throat; you'd felt something similar pressed to your shoulder just hours ago—only far more feeble.
You look away. She lingers in your peripheral vision, her voice, when she speaks, stripped bare.
"Can I get in?"
Your eyes snap back to hers. You stare at her for a beat too long then sit up, a little frantically, the blanket falling down to pool at your waist. "Yeah. Yeah, of course—come here."
You don't ask why. You just let her in and shift back to make more room, your back hitting the edge, not realizing, until she slides the rail back in place, that your breath comes fuller. A long, proper inhale fills your lungs as she settles on her side.
Your legs tangle together. You're reaching for the blanket before you can stop yourself, guiding it up over her shoulder, tucking it loosely around her side.
Her mouth curls at the gesture. It's hardly a smile, but you've exposed yourself. You drop your hand and tuck it under your chin, trying not to notice how, in doing so, your elbow finds a cushion on her chest.
"You should get some sleep—"
"I want you to—"
The both of you go silent. You pause, your fingers curling into the collar of your gown.
"What?"
Emily looks at you for a long moment. Her eyes are so clear now, so sharp. Probing. All the fog has been melted off.
"I'm going to ask you how you are," she murmurs, muffled low into the space between you, "and I would like you to answer me honestly."
A scoff worms its way past your mouth. "How do you expect me to be?" You roll your eyes. "Cold, I'm cold."
"I said honestly."
"And I said I'm fine. It's—" You exhale. "Well, nothing happened, did it? I'm fine."
"But it did," she says softly. "You're…" her voice trails off into silence, and you shift on your back to escape her eyes.
It only works for a few seconds.
"Hey." She's quiet, her hand still a chilled thing on your cheek. You can't really fight it when she tilts it back, the scratchy hospital pillow chafing against your skin as she guides your eyes back to hers. Her thumb splays on your cheekbone; the entire length of it burns into your skin. "Tell me."
There's a small lump in your throat. Possibly, you could stop breathing.
You came close to it. She did.
"I hate that you were with me," you say, too roughly. "I hate that I couldn't do anything to stop it, and you were—you were starting to slip." The words force themselves through. "And I couldn't do a single thing."
"You were there."
Your eyes go hot. You've been under these blankets for hours now, and still the sensation of tears is jarring. The heat, glossing your eyes, nearly shockingly warm as it makes contact with your skin.
"Honey." Emily murmurs. Her hand shifts on your cheek, fingertips brushing against the corner of your eye. They're faintly chilled, raising a shiver on your skin.
She's already tugging you back into her, asking, quietly, "Cold?"
"No." You rasp, but you go, letting yourself be encircled in her feeble warmth. "You?"
"A little."
Her voice vibrates into you with how close you are. It makes your eyes throb, the feeling of it: tangible—alive—humming through your skin and bones, ringing truer than the cold.
Honey, Emily says again. And her lips are warmer than anything in the room when she presses them to yours.
i’m back, but instead of writing anything to post, i’ve been rewriting silver bells because i want to actually publish it someday. and i have no clue what to do with the rewrites! i know i don’t really have that big of a following on this blog, but i really need input.
should i…
edit the old chapters and replace the originals with the rewrites
post a second version with the rewrites and leave the original alone
just post the new ones on tumblr and leave it off ao3
working on Silver Bells right now, but……… it’s a rewrite. i’m rewriting and adding to all the old chapters so that i can hopefully finish it at some point lol
adding in some more JJ scenes so it’s less of an Emily-focused fic. and i stole the town in this fic for two others i’m still working on, so i figured i would flesh it out a little more in the original and add in some of the things i put in the later works. either way, it’s the same story and the same characters, just with my better writing skills than 17 year old me
we can blame the cute girl in idaho for the fic i wanted to post over a week ago not going up and/or being finished because i can’t stop thinking about her long enough to write. got home today and i’m having withdrawals from her.
i finally have an idea on how to finish the last part of the 5+1 (it’s supposed to be four) but it’s an idea for part 2, meaning i’d have to move things around….. and i don’t want to do that because it’s posted already.
"I'm plenty capable of having a sad cigarette on my own, Prentiss." JJ laughs, a darkness in her tone that most people are shocked to hear from bright, shiny Jennifer Jareau.
"Doesn't mean you have to, though." Emily doesn't flinch. She doesn't falter. It's almost like she'd known, expected JJ to be like this.
(tw mentions of eating disorders and light discussion of suicide/suicidal thoughts)
The LA office had specifically requested JJ to assist in developing their new division of the BAU. She was only supposed to be in California for two weeks, but they just can't seem to hire a unit chief who lasts an entire training period. She was debating resigning from the FBI entirely just to get home when the new unit chief knocked on her door.
For the first time in nearly twenty years, Elle Greenaway was in JJ's office.
JJ is only at this movie premiere for one reason. Well, two reasons: one, it's in her contract, and two, Emily Prentiss is expected to be in attendance.
