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leftoverenvy · 2 months

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 31)

Summary: India Mae, or Indi, is a music major, struggling to pay bills, tuition, work, and make good grades. Emily Prentiss is a BAU profiler, as well as a DC socialite thanks to her huge family fortune. The two enter into a mutually beneficial arrangement: Emily will pay for Indi's school if Indi accompanies Emily to her social functions for a few months, posing as her girlfriend. As weeks go by, the lines between their arrangement and their true feelings start to blur. But money can't buy love, right?

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: smut; sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18)

Word Count: 2.3 k

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Chapter 31 - Sweet Harmony

Emily's POV: We raced home, her in the Audi, me hot on her trail in my own car. I hated to separate, but I understood the necessity of having both cars at home. I had started to lead the way home, but Indi lagged behind me, uncomfortable driving so fast. My hands tightened and wound around the wheel, desperate to be home and have her back in my arms. "Come on, Indi," I whispered to myself, willing her to drive faster. Hadn't I waited long enough for her to be back home?

When we finally arrived home, I smiled at her pulling her new car into her spot of the garage. I parked as quickly as possible, flying around the back of my car to pull her door open for her. I kissed her deeply, pulling her bag from her hand. "Welcome home," I whispered against her lips.

She smiled up at me, cupping my cheek. "I'm sorry I left in the first place." Her words sobered me, and she could see my eyes tighten at the memory of her fleeing. "Should we talk about this more?"

"I think that's a good idea." I placed a quick kiss to her forehead and then picked up her bag to carry it inside for her. I grabbed her hand, "Come on you."

"Should we make cocoa?" she asked softly.

"It's August…"

She shrank, shoulders hunching slightly, eyes reticent. Softly, "My mom always made cocoa for big talks."

I warmed at the thought of her sharing a family tradition with me; Indi was always so tentative sharing things about her family. "Of course we can, sweetheart."

Silently, we made cocoa together, unsure what to say. I didn't know if we could start talking about what happened before the cocoa was done. Previously, our silences had never been awkward – time with Indi was always peaceful. But now, with this big thing looming over our heads, I wasn't sure where we stood. I had been certain that her kissing me and telling me she loved me back had meant that she was sorry for running again, but the air around us was tense. Never before had I felt so uneasy in her presence. I felt us approaching a precipice, but what came next, I wasn't sure.

We moved into the living room, settling into opposite ends of the couch.

"I'm sorry," she started.

I promised myself I wasn't going to brush off how her leaving affected me. I fought back the urge to sweep it under the rug and bottle up my feelings. Our future was too important to me to hide how this impacted me. I tried to quiet the part of me screaming to throw walls back up and shut her out. I swallowed the knee-jerk response it's okay. Because it wasn't. India's go-to was to just run when things got tough. "Why'd you run?"

She cringed slightly, and took a sip of her cocoa as she thought about her response. "I don't know," she said softly. "I'm struggling to believe I'm worth this." I opened my mouth to tell her she was worth everything in the universe, but she interrupted me. "And don't say it's just money."

"It is though, Indi. Let me just put this in perspective for you. What you give me, I can't buy. You are priceless, India Mae. Money means nothing to me because I'll always be financially secure. I have a multi-million dollar trust fund, millions in liquid assets, and an additional few million in stocks and real estate." Her eyes widened impossibly large.

Before she had time to respond, I continued. "Money can't buy what I want, Indi. I thought I could try when Rossi signed me up for SugarBook, but you are priceless to me, baby." I swallowed thickly, again fighting the urge to board up my windows and shut down. My heart beat wildly in my chest at the vulnerability I was about to show. Near whispering I said, "Money doesn't mean anything when all you want is love. And you love me so wholly."

I grabbed her mug, setting it on the coffee table. Taking her hands in mine, I blinked tears back, embarrassed at how quickly our conversation turned. "No one has ever accepted me just as I am. Growing up, I never felt like I was enough for my family. I never was anywhere long enough to make a meaningful connection. And as I got older, I stopped trying to make friends. Because it hurt so bad to pick up and move again and never see them again.

"And then when I was in the CIA, I wasn't allowed to be me. And now," I swallowed again, trying to compose myself. "You love me, Indi. I never hid who I was with you. And you won't ever know how valuable that is to me."

Her thumb softly wiped at my tears, endless tenderness and sympathy in her eyes. And finally, understanding. "Money doesn't mean anything to me, not when I have the most precious thing I could ask for," I said, squeezing her hand. "But baby you deserve anything your heart desires. It's nothing for me to buy you what you deserve. I have the means to buy you whatever you want."

"I love you so much." My heart swelled again at her admission. I wasn't sure the excitement of her saying it would ever lessen. "I just couldn't fathom why you love me," she admitted. "I thought I had nothing to give you." I shook my head, but let her continue. "I'm not worldly like you. I'm not educated like you. I come from nothing. But to hear you say that you love me because I'm enough? I'm just-" She shook her head in disbelief. "Well, I just don't know what to say. It sounds too good to be true."

She took a steadying breath and looked me deep in the eyes. Unwaveringly, she said, "And to know that all you want is that love and support? Well it's all I want too. You, as you are, are it for me, Em. I never thought I could love someone so much."

"What was it that pushed you over? I thought we had worked this out. When we were in Florida? Or even way back in March or April. Remember? We were out to lunch at that cafe you love? I told you how much you deserve to be spoiled and you seemed to accept it then. What happened?"

"I don't know, Emily," she said resigned. "Wait!" she interrupted her own train of thought. "I remember that day in the cafe. Why do you?"

I paused, unsure if I should share how deeply I loved her from the start. "That's when I knew you were it for me. That's when I knew I wouldn't want anyone else."

A slow smile spread over her face. "I remember it for the same reason, babe."

My heart warmed that she had known so early, as well. "I thought we settled it then: you deserve to be spoiled. I just want you to have everything you want."

"All I want is you," she admitted softly.

"Then stop running from this, from us," I begged. "You break my heart every time you leave," I confessed.

Guilt flashed in her eyes. "Yesterday, I thought if I were the one to leave, it would be easier." I knew that feeling well. Every time I had broken things off with a girlfriend, I had thought similarly. Before Indi, I had never struggled to move on. Before yesterday, the thought of moving on had never been unbearable. "I thought if I were the one to leave, it would hurt less than when you finally realized you can do better than me."

"I've been there, Indi. You don't fake a relationship with an arms dealer without gaining a few scars. But you have to trust me, baby. I love you." I grabbed her face, brushing her wispy hairs back. "There is no one better than you. Please trust me. Trust us."

"I've learned my lesson, Em. When I was lying all alone in my bed, wishing I was in your arms." Her brows creased at the memory. "It hurt just as bad to be the one leaving, because it didn't matter that I left. All that mattered was that I wasn't with you."

My heart swelled, because, miraculously, she really did feel the same way. All this time I thought I needed to buy her time to get her to stay. Starting this relationship as a financial obligation hadn't helped my thinking that she was only here for what I could give her materially. But hearing her say that all she wanted was my love, me, had me reeling. All these months I wondered in the back of my mind what I could offer her besides money, and I always came up short. But to hear that we were enough as we were brought tears to my eyes.

"I guess I couldn't help but feel the same as you did." I heard her gasp softly in shock. "What could a young woman who has everything ahead of her want with me? I mean" - I pulled my hands back to pick at my nails - "I'm a workaholic in a job that poses great risk. I'm old, parts of me sag more than they used to, I'm graying, I-"

"Stop," she commanded. "You're gorgeous," she whispered reverently. She pulled my hands apart, soothing the sting from where I had picked at my cuticle. "I've never been attracted to anyone the way I am you. Please do not speak about yourself as if you aren't worthy of my love just because you're older than me."

And that's when it clicked. What this all boiled down to was that neither of us felt we deserved the other's love. That's what had to change here.

"It's hard for me to believe you could want me like that."

She smirked. "Don't I make how much I want you abundantly clear?"

I chuckled, always in awe of her libido. "Yes, I guess we're not lacking in that department, are we?"

"I'd say not," she agreed. "Though, I would be happy to show you how much I want you more frequently." She pushed me back against the couch, pretending like she was about to pounce. Instead she kissed me chastely and pushed my arm out, making room for herself in the crook of my arm. I scooted down the couch and pulled her into my side, settling her head on my chest. I kissed her forehead, grateful for her to be back here. "Just moving forward, we need to believe in each other."

"I will. I do," she amended, squeezing my hip.

I let her words linger around us, finally feeling at peace again. "Me too." I ran my fingers over her shoulder soothing myself at the repetitive movement. "Where do you see us in a year?" I mused.

"Exactly as we are. Exactly like this," she responded, twining her legs with mine. "Are we okay, then?" she asked timidly. "Do you see me in your future?"

"Angel, you are my future. I love you." I tipped her head up and kissed her softly, the angle slightly awkward.

"I love you too," she whispered, settling back into my arms.

"And where do you see yourself in a year? What do you want to do after graduation?"

"I don't know." She sighed as I started trailing my fingers down her back. "I've never had the luxury of being able to plan ahead. Maybe I'll try to find a teaching position…"

"I asked what do you want to do?"

She hummed, lost in thought. "I don't know…with you now, there are so many more options." She paused and then said, "Er, I'm not trying to take advantage of you. I just mean because of you, I've been able to save a lot more than I thought possible, and I feel like I don't have to take any teaching job that comes my way."

I chuckled softly. Maybe we had made some progress today, but my Indi would still be hesitant about money. "Dream world – you can do anything. Every job is open to you. What do you want to do?"

Without hesitation, she said, "I want to play for the DC symphony." I smiled, wheels already turning about who to contact to get her an audition.

"I think that's a perfect job for you."

"I think so, too," she said, a smile in her voice.

"Speaking of jobs," I said through a yawn, "Penelope starts her first day as the BAU's technical analyst at the end of this case."

"She got it?!" she asked excitedly.

"Mmhm," I hummed.

She exclaimed, "That bitch! She didn't tell me!"

"That she may be off the hook for. I'm not sure she knows yet; I think Hotch is going to tell her when they get back from this case."

This time it was her turn to yawn. "Okaaaaay," she sighed. Her yawn was contagious, and my eyes watered from my second yawn – my sleepless night catching up with me.

"I didn't sleep much last night," she admitted softly. "Can we just rest this evening?"

I kissed her on the forehead. Nothing sounded better. "Of course, angel. We can do whatever you'd like."

Indi snuggled deeper into my arms, her eyes drifting closed. "I love you," she murmured, and I drifted off with a soft smile and full heart.

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a/n: aren't they just the cutest?

#🌬 fics #tastes like sugar #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x oc #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss smut #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds au #wlw writing

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t1meslayer · 1 month

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Busy with important family events over the next couple of days, and so I thought it would be good to get a day-and-date release for this Debrief on the latest entry in my Sapphic Valley series, "How You Get The Girl." Be sure to read the story before jumping in!

Did you do it? Did you read the story?

Alright, I'm trusting you. Go ahead and hit that 'Keep Reading' button you scamp.

It only seems appropriate to start this Debrief off by addressing the elephant in the room. I haven't posted anything in over a month, and "By Moonlight" came about a month after its predecessor, the conclusion to "Stone-Cold Lovers."

Work, naturally, has been a major factor.

You can see me talk about that almost two weeks ago in this Tumblr post I made about writing in a coffee shop, which came weeks after I actually started writing during a trip to a friend's house.

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Side note:

Just wanted to take a moment and acknowledge my beautiful Haley and Emily keychains. My friend who's responsible for the affairs of one ghostly farmer named Jizzabelle (Gisabelle to the laymen) got them for me! Only appropriate after I commissioned some art of her and Abigail.

Emily was my first Stardew wife, and Haley currently holds the biggest place in my heart. They make a lovely duo!

And I'll avoid any sister-wife jokes

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While I've had some other projects like Zine writing to take care of, work and life can't explain the full absence.

The best way I can think to explain things is that:

I had the general writer's block, and

Despite the best intentions and advice of my irl friends and online pals like @alchemicallymoon and @duelbraids, I couldn't force myself to "break" that block by just... Writing something else.

This is entirely the result of my own psychosis. I have a tendency to carefully plot things out and impose a timetable that really doesn't need to exist. When I feel the cause is righteous enough, it's hard to get around that. In this case, I knew I needed to get my poll-winning idea out after dawdling for holidays like Valentine's Day, and then I knew I only wanted to post one more story before jumping on a very special event for my upcoming 30th AO3 post.

Thus, here we are: arbitrarily forcing myself into a spiral of writer's block misery because of a silly promise on Tumblr and my own sense of ordered chaos.

At the very least, this meant it's coming out not long after my AO3 pal InsertACatchyPennameHere also emerged from the woodwork to tell me they're working on something INSPIRED by my four-person friend group farm adaptations.

Much love to them, wherever they may be.

I'll probably start writing more eclectically now that my shoulders are unweighed, but don't expect my next publication to hit until I'm finished working on teasing the big event. All you Pokemon fans better get hype!

And oh how sweet this publication feels. Between my great set of recent ceramics, the figure drawing class I've been attending, and creative writing, I've felt more fulfilled than ever.

You're here to talk about Stardew, though. So let us talk.

This idea began less with any one event as it did a desire to advance the Alexis/Haley relationship, and Haley's characterization in particular. It was always going to end with watercolor painting reference, but 2 Willow Lane was what I really wanted to dig into.

As I see it, a lot of what keeps people invested in Stardew when its comfy vibes becoming routine is the air of mystery in Eric Barone's worldbuilding. Haley and Emily's parents being some world-traveling duo who left their home in the siblings' care for who knows how long (and who knows how many times over their lifetime) really piqued my interest. So much so that the new writing challenge I set for myself in "How You Get The Girl" was crafting a particularly long set of descriptions that emphasize how overwhelming the parents' influence feels — without creating an impenetrable wall of text.

Hopefully I succeeded in that. Let me know!

I tried to include some vaguely real world-adjacent references into that description of the house, as happens with the magical-realism world of Stardew Valley. For example:

The computer sitting next to their bonsai tree is an iMac G3, the kind of old 'futuristic' tech that my dad loves!

A Speedwell refrigerator is based on even more vintage tech, the Mayflower fridge, but named after a different ship ridden by Pilgrims coming to America.

That city that the family visited in an old photograph with a "monument of arching, interlocking steel" is, of course, Paris — with the statue bookends referencing any number of statues in the Louvre.

Haley's FAD magazine could be referencing any number of publications, but Vogue is probably the closest analogue to what I imagine her reading.

Furthermore, I took some notes on describing the home's layout off of my sister's apartment building, and I asked my bestie @trybard for input on what kind of hanging plant should be used in the transitional hallway. Hanging pothos, philodendron, and spider plants were the three options provided, and my response was appropriate:

They know so much about plants.

Go bug them about it.

I drew on other friends' knowledge to help decorate the house. Specifically, I asked one of my witchiest friends what kinds of protective wards someone like Emily would leave around doorways and windows. She had... A lot of reference material.

I picked Hazel given it purportedly "protects against evil; encourages abundance and inspiration." I also picked Amethyst as one of Emily's loved gifts, one that purportedly "absorbs negative energy, promotes harmony."

My witchy friend is the same one who provided the TikTok that I referenced in my advertisement post:

Perhaps the most important thing about 2 Willow Lane was the recurring motif of Barbie's Dream House.

As a surface-level reference, I think the groundwork is clear. Blondie's love of fashion and general queen bee demeanor fits comparisons to Barbie well, and she lives in a big ol' house full of stuff. We all saw Greta Gerwig's Barbie movie last year. It's still in the cultural zeitgeist.

I'm hip with the kids.

Yet, early on I also tried to make it clear that if this is a "dream" house, it's neither Haley's nor Emily's dream. Haley is a Barbie in that stereotypical sense, but also there's much to be mined from the analogy of a sort of powerless doll in an immutable house, constrained by social obligation to her family rather than literal plastic and stickers.

The cold open of Jodi and Sam was meant to stand alone, but in execution I also think drawing Kent's absence into the conversation makes for a more thematically rich comparison to these sisters who appear to have themselves more put together.

My beta reader said this wound up being one of my stronger stories because of how all of that intertwined, which I appreciated given how down on myself I was following the whole writer's block thing.

But also.

Also.

Alexis gets to be horny. She's hitting on lonely MILFs and watching girls shake their asses to the tune of bad reality TV.

We love a buff dommy mommy farm girl in this house.

Haley is probably horny too, she just doesn't realize it yet. For now I think it's fun enough to play into her being coy about building excuses for Alexis to come over, and then getting incensed when Emily barges in on their private time meant to learn more about this farm girl she just can't get out of her head.

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Fun fact:

Every story in this series is named after a Taylor Swift song, but I know next-to nothing about her discography. All of them are suggestions by my friend whose house I was at when starting this story — the same one who controls Gardenia on the farm.

While I went with "How You Get The Girl," her alternative suggestion was "The Man."

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All that w|w talk aside, I also want to give Sam the loveable idiot a shoutout. Had to do a fair bit of research into how skateboards are constructed for his failed ollie, and I slipped in a reference to shitty old technology that's exclusively for my beta reader to enjoy.

I also tried doing some agricultural research to figure out how the folks at Kevin Farm could have grown cucumbers so there'd be a jar of legitimate pickles... But that was getting too in the weeds.

Insert laugh track here

Decided to just go with pickled artichoke hearts to save everyone a lot of trouble.

And where does "Kevin Farm" come from, you may be asking yourself. Or the fabulous "Kevin's Special" with its definitely not innuendo tagline.

That story will have to wait for another day, my friends.

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gaybarbiegirl · 1 year

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Do you have any sexuality headcanons for DCLA characters?

Hi anon! I couldn't reply to you when you sent this because I was busy with uni, but now I figured since I'm probably going on a Violetta s2 rewatch soon this could be a good way to give everyone an updated hc list, since some of them changed quite a bit since the last time I've been really active on this blog

Violetta:

Vilu - ............ straight. I know, I know, 'what about Franletta' and all, but the truth is I've always instinctively seen Vilu as het, it's just the vibe I get from her. When I joined dcla tumblr I saw people shipping Franletta and it seemed like a really fun new way to interact with these characters so I decided to change my hc and give it a go too, and I mean I did have a lot of fun with it but after being away for a while my brain just went back to my first instincts (and I'm having a lot of fun with token het Vilu too)

León - bi icon, pining over his ex gf one day and eye fucking his rival the next, who does it like him

Fran - bi (with a preference for men) queen

Diego - bi (with a preference for men) king

Ludmila - I'm actually not sure? My original hc for her was bi but then as I was watching I think s2 or s3 it changed to lesbian, but the thing is I was thinking about it these days and I can't remember what made me switch (😭), so I don't know if I still agree with my past self's reasoning or not. Right now I'm leaving her as just sapphic because if there's one thing I'm sure of is that this girl kisses girls, and hopefully as I rewatch I can make up my mind

Camila - chaotic lesbian ICON like genuinely hats off to her, all of the other chaotic lesbian girlies wish their antics could come close to the red dot green dot fiasco (myself included)

Naty - THE lesbian ever nobody can compare

Marco - bi boi

Maxi - I think he's pan

Broduey - he is indeed straight, backing up Vilu in the beloved token het gang

Andrés - he's bi and I think we as a community should talk about it more, between being so happy whe he thought he was getting flowers from Marco that one time and the whole flirting with Cardoso to try to date Emma situation I think it's safe to say he's one of the characters who said bi rights the loudest, put some respect on his name

Federico - I don't know. I don't know I have no clue. Everything related to Federico's sexuality is a whole mystery to me, I have no idea what it is and at this point I'm too afraid to ask

Angie and Jade - bi wives they're kissing as we speak

Gregorio - gay KING

Soy Luna:

Luna - she's a pan babygirl (with very hit or miss taste)

Simón - bi bi bi

Ámbar - THE bisexual icon of the show you guys won so hard with this one

Matteo - I don't wanna say it but sadly we all know the answer............. a loss for bi people everywhere, my heart is with you in these trying times

Nina - painfully straight

Gastón - he's bi but he's SO oblivious about it it actually hurts to watch, this man is full on having gay sex thinking it's just a bro moment someone save him from himself

Jim - the most oblivious lesbian of all times suffering from terminal comphet, all I have to say is get well soon girl please Yam is BEGGING

Yam - a lesbian WARRIOR fighting tooth and nail against the writers to come out, rescue her comphet afflicted gf and kiss her on the lips, I admire her perseverance

Ramiro - he's absolutely gay but tragically he was never told he can have female friends and thinks he has to date his lesbian bestie to hang out

Jazmin - I think lesbian. I flip flop a lot between lesbian and bi for her but right now this is the one I'm leaning towards, and if we just leave canon crushes aside it's also what feels the most right for the character to me. Maybe it’ll switch back to bi later but for now I'm keeping this one

Delfi - I just realised I never actually thought about this one. I mean I do ship Pelfi but I think she can kiss girls too, as a treat

Pedro - honestly I think he might be straight

Nico - yeah he's straight too

Emilia - ok ok this one is a bit of a messy one, and it's mostly because the way I see it s2 and s3 Emilia are pretty much completely different characters. In s2 she's THE goth lesbian icon of this show and I adore her, but in s3 she gets that very annoying and unnecessary crush on Matteo and the way it's done I can't even call it comphet, so that'd make her bi. I don't really acknowledge s3 Emila though since I really hate what the writers did with her character, s2 Emilia is the only one that my brain allows, so she's still THE goth lesbian icon in my heart <3

Juliana - oh she's 100% a lesbian too the energy radiates from every cell of her body and I love her for it, also she definitely had a crush on that singer she listened to as a teenager that she told Yam about

Ana and Mora - lesbian wives who I love with my whole heart

And since I'm not as into Bia as I am into the other two I never really bothered to make sexuality hcs for the characters there, so I'm ending this here. Thank you so much for the ask anon <3

#oof that was a long one but i mean i had fun #this is also my official goodbye to bi vilu it was good while it lasted but this just feels more right #and let's see how long lesbian jazmin lasts this time i hope it's my final answer but you never know #violetta #soy luna

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blackbird-brewster · 1 year

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Do you think that jemily could have been Canon? I think back to season 3 how the writers put them in situations like (you.kids.i can see it). What do you think about it?

'Could' have been canon? Sure, I think anything 'could' have been. There was always subtext between JJ/Emily and that played out over the entire course of the show. I think fans (sapphic people especially) have psychoanalysed every single second JJ/Emily shared screen time in the 15 years the show ran and I think we (sapphic folks) will ALWAYS say 'damn Jemily really did happen' (because we want it to be true) But logically, honestly, Jemily was never canon (nor do I think it ever will be). Because the thing about LOOKING for queer subtext as a queer person is....you will always find it or you will create it. There are tons of scenes where I jokingly say 'No heterosexual explanation for this' but that's because I'm queer and I'm biased and I am looking for Jemily, so OF COURSE I see Jemily. (Does that make sense?) Now if you're asking if they ever would become canon. No. I don't believe for a single second that's ever going to happen. Which actually brings to me to something I've been thinking a lot about since Tara was confirmed queer. So many fans are saying 'Oh why wasn't Emily confirmed queer?' or 'Emily's turn next!' and I don't know how else to say this but, I wouldn't hold your breath. I don't think Emily will ever be confirmed queer for a few reasons.

Many people take that little trivia bit 'Emily was supposed to wake up with a woman in her bed' which was leaked in an interview by Kirsten in 2015 and use it as confirmation that Emily IS queer. Ever since then, people have doubled down on analysing every single thing Emily has ever done, looking for queer subtext. (Me included) But here's the thing, just because in one early version of the show, Emily was supposed to sleep with a woman DOES NOT mean there's automatic queerness hiding in Emily. People will say 'oh well the costuming department knew and purposely dressed her like that, 'Paget knew and purposely played Emily like that', 'The writers knew and purposely hid queer subtext in there' None of that seems logical or real, imo. For all we know this mythical scene was just an idea tossed around in a writers room. We don't even know who all knew about it at all, OR when it got nixed (as in, how far down the pipeline did the idea get pulled bc there's a huge difference in this scene being in ONE draft vs this scene getting filmed and cut in editing. We literally have NO further context) Yeah, I talk about Emily being a lesbian all the time, but I need people to understand the difference in head canons/fanon and canon. Canon Emily isn't queer. Nor has she ever been. (Not unless the show explicitly has Emily come out)

Speaking of the infamous AfterEllen interview, SO SO many people say 'Oh well now that it's streaming we can finally have queer Emily! The only reason they never did it before was because of CBS and because that was way back in the early 00s' Again, the interview was in 2015. Kirsten says 'Back when Paget was on the show' which means prior to 2011....but we don't actually know WHEN this scene was supposed to happen. It could have been ANYTIME between S2 (2006) - S7 (2011) For the sake of argument let's say this scene was supposed to happen in S2 when Emily first joined the team. Sure, that WAS back in the early 00s....but this show ran UNTIL 2020. If the reason they couldn't make Emily queer was because 'It was back in 2006 and it was too taboo' well guess what? They had fourteen seasons of the show where they could have made her queer, considering how many main-stream shows have queer characters now. 'It was CBS who nixed it' well, by 2020 CBS had multiple queer characters on their shows. [X] So that's not really an argument anymore either. If the showrunners WANTED to make Emily queer, they really could have done it at ANY time after Emily returned.

Another reason I don't think we'd ever see canon queer Emily is because of the toxicity and cringe of a lot of the fans (Mostly Jemily fans!) online. People have zero understanding of parasocial boundaries and the way fans act online towards the actors is so so so gross. No matter what Paget or AJ posts on social media there will always be 100 replies of people being like 'Jemily is real!' or 'Is Emily a lesbian?' or 'Can you confirm JJ and Emily are in love' (I'm not even going to delve into the ones that are simply sexual harassment bc fans are calling the actors 'mommy' or making sexual jokes directed towards the cast) There was literally one time when AJ posted that one of her friends was missing. IN REAL LIFE. And you know what happened? Jemily stans got in the comments and started begging her to confirm if Jemily was real. ON A POST ABOUT HER FRIEND BEING IN DANGER AND BEING MISSING!!! The showrunners see you. The actors see you. And in NO world, do I think the showrunners would want to ever add fuel to that fire. Let's walk through this: What would happen if Emily is canonically confirmed queer? All of the Jemily stans would say 'OH SHES GAY SO JEMILY IS REAL, ALWAYS HAS BEEN!!' By confirming Emily's queerness, the showrunners would also be subsequently confirming 15 years of JJ/Emily subtext as being queer (whether they want to or not). Which of course has HUGE implications considering JJ has been with Will since S2. It changes SO much of the context of the show and JJ's relationship with Will. The show is simply NOT going to give us canonically queer Emily, because there are WAY too many ramifications of doing so. It would never be just a simple 'Emily is queer' because Emily has WAY too much history on this show. That's why I am so glad it was Tara. Tara doesn't have that deep history with another character. Sure, we can say 'Oh wow, Emily and Tara really were flirting all those years' (I already have head canoned that) but that's FINE bc Emily and Tara were both single all that time. No harm no foul, see what I mean?

I truly believe one of the MAIN reasons we got a canonically queer character AT ALL, was because Aisha would have pushed for Tara to be queer. Aisha has always spoken up about LGBTQ issues and she's also sapphic herself. So I would bet money on HER being the one to present the idea of Tara having a girlfriend now. And I also would bet money, that wouldn't be something Paget pushed for, because Emily being queer wouldn't hold the same importance to her as Tara being queer is important to Aisha. Plus, as much as I love Paget, she has said some really harmful stuff online that toes the line of transphobia/homophobia. I know it wasn't said in a malicious way, but even saying uneducated transphobic shit is still awful to see as a queer fan.

This turned into a long-winded explanation but I think all of these things are important to remember right now and I think they're all worth saying. But no, I don't think we'd ever have canon Jemily.

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We are a system of 16, we are a DID system (yes we have DID)

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sofipitch · 2 years

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What is your favorite book and why?

So it's impossible to chose just one so the best I can offer is a list.

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath - I need to reread this one soon but it's just one of those books that made me feel seen at an early age.

In the Dream House by Carmen Maria Machado - same with this one the experiences CMM describes are familiar but also just I feel like I would like CMM personally, like we could be friends. She can make you laugh and cry and experience every emotion.

The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende - this one is a family saga but the end of the book is this super shitty conservative grandfather becoming a better person bc of his daughter and granddaughter and just 😢 I also just adore magical realism I saw a lot of ppl recommending this book after Encanto came out and I'm not sure that movie actually counts as magical realism and yes this book for adults is gonna have a lot darker content than a children's book but if you are interested in the genre I highly recommend this one.

The Color Purple by Alice Walker - another book about finding happiness in the face of adversity (oh boy I'm noticing a theme). It was one of the first books with sapphic content that I read (in 7th or 8th grade if I remember I thought it was a lot more explicit than it was upon rereading as an adult) and it gave me ~feelings~ which I proceeded to spend a very long time pushing down

Wuthering Height by Emily Brontë - I love gothic atmosphere and fiction and I think this was one of the first ones I REALLY liked. I read Jane Eyre in middle school but I didn't appreciate it then, my take away had been that Jane was a Mary Sue (😂😭, I loved it when I reread it this year). It's got some of the most amazing romantic lines but from the world's worst ppl. Like this family just destroys each other bc they have nothing better to do I guess. But for real I love stories about the perpetuation of cycles of abuse and taking the stand to finally end it

And of course:

Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice - I feel like just making this list alone has made me realize my favorite books say more about me than any therapy intake every could 😂😭 but yeah IWTV has a lot of the same themes of the above books: depression, free will, and choosing whether or not to break a cycle.

#another thing that is like therapist's office realization is I distinctly remembed everytime I ran into gays in books as a kid #i had a gay couple as neighbors who were really nice to me and I actually remember asking my mom if they were married when I was like 5 #and her waffling before saying yes #but I remember reading the myth lf apollo and hyacinth on the floor of my bedroom and thinking 'just like my neighbors'#i remember when nico came out in the pjo books #and the color purple oc #vc #asks

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noveltyreads · 1 year

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A Million To One by Adiba Jaigirdar Book Review

ARC kindly provided by the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review

When someone mentioned the words "heist" and "the Titanic" in the same sentence, I just knew I had to read A Million to One.

I was immediately drawn to the premise. Having read this author's debut, The Henna Wars and having enjoying that, I was sure this book would be a delight. You should've seen me when I got the e-galley copy, I was over the moon and excited to start reading.

Unfortunately, this seemed to be a case where the concept didn't match up with the execution.

The book follows four girls, con artist and leader of the group, Josefa, circus performer, Hinnah, actress, Violet and aspiring artist, Emilie who board the Titanic to steal a rare and priceless book, The Rubaiyat from one of the First Class passengers. I was expecting a fast paced novel, high stakes and a slow romantic build up (since I knew there would be a sapphic pairing months before reading). But unfortunately, this book didn't live up to my expectations.

For starters, I had a few issues connecting with the characters. With Josefa, from the very start she annoyed me for some reason, and the way she was trying to get the girls to join her on her heist for the Rubaiyat just irked me. If you're trying to get someone to join you on a dangerous mission, especially when two of the said people joining you, you've never really talked to before, please sell their part in the mission as more than just "we need you, I've seen the work you do, there is nobody else in the world who can do [blank] as well as you can!" I don't know... if I were those girls I think I would've refused straight away. It takes a lot of trust and loyalty to a person to literally put your life on the line for them and for them to do so, and so willingly for someone they could classify as a stranger didn't really make sense to me. Even though the backstories were revealed as to why they were willing to go on this heist, to me, it didn't seem justifiable enough, especially for some of the other characters.

I didn't mind Hinnah and Emilie's characters but I still didn't feel connected to them despite the elaborate backstories about their personal lives. Violet was probably the character I connected to the most and even that is a far stretch. She had a brother she left in Croatia who she was trying to help and support as much as she could and I could see that desperate love in every chapter in which she mentioned Marko. But that being said, there were a few parts to her character that I didn't understand. She seemed to be very prickly towards Emilie for no real reason and it seemed like a petty sort of hatred, kind of like the two girls were pitted against each other for no other reason than dramatic purpose. At one point I thought how cool it would be if Violet and Emilie ended up in a relationship together as an enemies-to-lovers/grumpy-sunshine couple, having to work together against all odds to steal the Rubaiyat. The drama would've made more sense then, but unfortunately no reasoning apart from an annoyance at having an amateur con artist to help execute the heist, was used to justify Violet's unfair treatment towards Emilie.

Being a high stakes book featuring a heist, I would've expected the book to have been quite fast paced and action packed. The book however, followed a rhythm which looked something like 200 pages being on developing the characters and letting the reader in to their backstories and the last 74 pages being fast paced as the plot (and Titanic's unfortunate fate) played out which arguably was the most adrenaline filled part. I wished the high stakes and suspense of whether their plan would succeed or fail was continued throughout the entire book because by the time the book picked up the pacing, I just wasn't interested anymore. Because the start of the book fell so flat, I found I wasn't as emotionally invested in August's pursuit of the girls and the ultimate fate of their heist and their lives. When the ending occurred, while it was sad, I was so disinterested that the emotional aspects of the books didn't pack an emotional punch as much as I would've liked.

Now onto the romance. I felt like it was rushed. The two girls wanted to get to know each other and they already had some feelings developed before the events of the book, but the romance felt incredibly surface level without a desired build up of chemistry or romantic tension which I hungered for. I must admit though, the epilogue was very cute and it actually was the best part by far of the entire book.

The other aspect of note was that I never felt truly transported to the world of 1912 Ireland and the Titanic. The setting was never really prominent not when the girls were still living in their Irish boarding house nor when they were on the Titanic among more wealth than they have ever seen in their lives. Considering these girls came from poverty and from the poorer areas of Ireland, I would've expected more emphasis on the decadence of the Titanic to create this sort of fantasy-like dream of a ship, but that historical allure was barely there at all and I felt the remnants of a missed opportunity here.

All in all, I really wanted to love this book, it was a hotly anticipated novel for me but it unfortunately fell flat a bit with the pacing, romance, characters and setting. I do see a lot of things other readers may like, after all, a book sometimes isn't for everyone. Sadly, that is the case with me and A Million to One.

ACTUAL RATING: 2 STARS

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lesbian-books · 3 years

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Hello! 💕 Could you recommend any lesbian books that have no heterosexual content at all? I know this might be almost impossible I’m just so jaded and would love to be able to go into a book assured there won’t be any hetero sex.

I feel you, it’s very frustrating to read a book that’s marketed as a lesbian romance or praised as having “good sapphic representation” only to find out that one or both main characters has a boyfriend/husband or fucks a man. We really need more books that are actually about lesbians.

Here are some books in which the main characters don’t have hetero relationships or hetero sex:

The Abyss Surrounds Us duology by Emily Skrutskie Affinity by Sarah Waters All Good Children by Dayna Ingram Ammonite by Nicola Griffith Beyond the Screen Door by Julia Diana Robertson Bleeding Earth by Kaitlin Ward The City of Woven Streets by Emmi Itäranta Compass Rose by Anna Burke + Departure from the Script by Jae Fingersmith by Sarah Waters Fire Logic by Laurie J. Marks + Foundryside by Robert Jackson Bennett + Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir + Girls Made of Snow and Glass by Melissa Bashardoust The Jasmine Throne by Tasha Suri + Just Physical by Jae Last Night at the Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo The Last to Let Go by Amber Smith A Line in the Dark by Malinda Lo Love by the Numbers by Karin Kallmaker The Luminous Dead by Caitlin Starling Matrix by Lauren Groff Monstress: Awakening by Marjorie Liu * + On a Sunbeam by Tillie Walden One Summer Night by Gerri Hill ** Requiem for Immortals by Lee Winter * Shaken to the Core by Jae The Stars Are Legion by Kameron Hurley * Teixcalaan duology by Arkady Martine Tell Me How You Really Feel by Aminah Mae Safi The Traitor Baru Cormorant by Seth Dickinson ** + The Unspoken Name by A.K. Larkwood The Warrior’s Path by Catherine M. Wilson + Wildthorn by Jane Eagland

* I enjoyed these books but they contain scenes of female characters engaging in violent, abusive behaviour that dampened the reading experience for me. They’re still good overall, I just think it’s fair to warn you in case that turns you off reading them.

** I disliked these books but they fit the criteria so...yeah, slim pickings. But taste is subjective so just because I don’t like them doesn’t mean you can’t.

+ First in a series

One additional note: Most authors don’t label their characters as lesbians so I can’t be sure that all the main characters in these books are lesbians. And since some of these books are in a series that I haven’t finished and/or that the author hasn’t yet completed (marked with +), I can’t be sure that future books in a particular series will not contain hetero content. So just be aware of that possibility!

I had actually been planning to make a list of book recs like this so I’m glad someone asked. I intend to update this list as regularly as I can. Let me know if you want any more information about any of the books already on the list.

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idmakeitbehave · 3 years

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Did That Just Happen?

Summary: Sleep-deprived from the latest case, you let a confession of love slip. Spencer’s positive you didn’t mean it—no matter how much he may wish you did.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: that’s right, another cheesy love confession!!! Shocking, I know. Also I wrote this in like an hour so do with that what you will

The never-ending case from hell is finally, blissfully over.

The team looks like a horde of zombies, all running on fumes and far too much caffeine. Even the relief of the unsub being caught isn’t enough to wipe the sleep deprivation from your faces. Everyone had just barely made it to the hotel, Hotch and Derek being the only ones alert enough to drive you all back.

There’s one last speed bump in this dreadful case—room reassignments. There was some issue or another in the booking system, and everyone’s been reassigned to different rooms for your final night.

Spencer can’t help but watch you out of the corner of his eye as everyone shuffles into the lobby, waiting for their new keys. You’re a little wobbly on your feet, and he can tell that you’re in a bit of a daze. It’s not much different from just about everyone else here, but Spencer finds himself far too concerned with your well-being in particular.

As if that’s anything new.

You lean into him a bit, and he can’t tell if you pretend not to notice the way he jumps or if you actually don’t notice. “I’m so excited to sleep,” you say, head dropping to his shoulder.

Spencer can’t manage more than a pitiful little nod. He doesn’t trust himself to speak and say anything that isn’t a ridiculous declaration of love.

The comfortable silence that takes over is broken when Hotch approaches the group with a stack of room keys in hand. He holds one out to you, and you accept it with a wide, almost goofy grin.

“Thanks, boss.”

And then it happens, so quick that Spencer almost believes that he’s imagining it: you kiss Spencer, right on the lips, soft and light and over much too soon.

“Love you, goodnight,” you mumble, as nonchalantly as if you’ve said it every night of your life.

And with that you turn and head into your hotel room just a few steps away, the door shutting behind you. Spencer blinks rapidly, staring at the door before turning back to the rest of the team. They’re all staring at him, eyes wide with both shock and amusement.

“Did that—did that just happen?” he asks before he can stop himself.

“Oh, it absolutely did,” Derek says, an undeniable gleam in his eye. “And I am so, so happy we were all here to witness this.”

Emily elbows him in the side, eliciting a dramatic oof. “What Derek means is: we told you so.”

Derek nods. “Can’t believe they were the first one to break. You better go get ‘em, lover boy.”

Hotch just barely manages to stop himself from rolling his eyes. “Okay, as entertaining as this has been, I’m going to bed.”

There’s a chorus of agreements, and before Spencer can even register it, he’s left standing alone in the hallway just outside your door. He contemplates his next move for longer than is probably acceptable, mind racing with what has just happened.

It was probably the sleep deprivation, he decides. Just a random slip of the tongue, like calling your teacher ‘Mom’ or telling the movie theater attendant to enjoy the show too. Something like that, something that would explain why you had suddenly kissed him on the lips and told him you loved him. A million different explanations run through his head, all except one—that you meant it. Because that one is simply too good to be true. There’s absolutely no way you meant it.

But what if you did?

Maybe it’s his own exhaustion getting the better of him, but Spencer’s desire to know the answer beats out his utter disbelief, and he knocks on your door.

He thinks that maybe you’ve fallen asleep when you don’t answer right away, but the door clicks open after another moment.

“Hey,” you say softly, not quite meeting his eyes.

Spencer doesn’t really know what to do in this situation. “Can I—can I come in?”

You nod, and he follows you to your bed. The two of you sit side by side, the once comfortable silence now tinged with just a hint of awkwardness.

“Why did you—”

“I’m sorry—”

“Wait. Why are you sorry?” Spencer asks. He tries to brace himself for the answer—you’re sorry you kissed him, sorry you said anything, sorry you ever knew him at all. (Spencer has quite the imagination.)

“I didn’t mean to—to kiss you. Or to say that,” you say, and all at once Spencer can feel his heart breaking into a million little pieces. And then: “That’s not how I wanted to tell you.”

He blinks at you. “What?”

You sigh. “I was just—so tired. And it kind of just came naturally? I’m sorry, Spence, I’m so embarrassed.”

You’re starting to get flustered now, and Spencer can’t help but think of nothing except how completely adorable you are.

“Not how you wanted to tell me? What does—what does that mean?”

You look up from the thread of the blanket you’d been picking at, and it’s as though the moment you meet his eyes you understand. You finally smile. “I didn’t really picture telling you I loved you for the first time in some sort of sleepless haze.”

Once again, Spencer finds himself near speechless. He watches you in disbelief, waiting for the punchline, but it doesn’t come.

Finally he asks, “You meant it?”

You nod. “Is that… is that okay?”

The question is so completely ludicrous that he breaks into a smile so wide his cheeks hurt. “It’s more than okay. It’s perfect.”

“Will you stay?”

Spencer nods. There’s nowhere he’d rather be.

The two of you are staring unabashedly at each other now. Spencer feels like his vision is going fuzzy, be it from the lack of sleep or the sudden realization that everything he’s ever needed is right in front of him. (It’s definitely both.)

In a burst of courage, Spencer pulls you towards him, the two of you flopping back onto the bed with a soft thud. He wants to bottle up the laugh you let out, to press the sound between the pages of a book.

Anything to have this moment forever.

You reach out and turn off the lights. The darkness envelopes the room, and it’s as though you and Spencer are the only two people in the world.

In a way, you are.

“Can I try it again?”

It takes him a second to process what you’ve asked. “Try what again?”

You don’t answer. “I love you,” you say instead. “Goodnight.”

If the first time had been perfect, then there are no words to describe this.

“I love you too,” he finally, finally says.

It’s quiet for a moment, and Spencer’s suddenly sure that you’ve realized your mistake, that this was all just one huge misunderstanding. The panic eats away at him for just a split second before you pull the covers up over you both. You kiss him again, slow and sure, and suddenly you’re both certain.

You’re going to say it every night of your life.

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5raysofsunshine · 3 years

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Just Say Yes - Penemily x reader fluff (platonic)

Description: Penelope and Emily comfort you after a break up. 💔

Rating: G. I don’t think there’s even any cursing in this lol.

Wrote this to be a bit cathartic but I hope you enjoy it!

This is my 2nd fic I’ve ever posted but don’t worry friends there are going to be plenty more coming your way! I’m making this the first fic I post for @sweetprentiss’s Emily Prentiss Birthday Bingo challenge (yes I know it’s not romantic/definitively sapphic BUT if I do a part two it will be more noticeable I promise 😊)! Plus I’m hoping to complete as many fics for this challenge as I possibly can because Emily deserves 💕ALL THE LOVE💕, so be on the look out for more emily prentiss fics coming your way!

Big thanks to my amazing friends iv 🍭 @sweetprentiss and ari 🧸 @imaslutforemilyprentiss for helping me out by encouraging and supporting me and reading this thing before I posted it lol. I love and appreciate you guys so much! 🥰🥰🥰

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As you pull open one of the double doors of the BAU entrance, you can't help but notice that the glass door seems a bit heavier this morning. Probably due to the fact that your body feels weak from running on only 3 hours of sleep. You were tossing and turning all night, your mind wouldn't stop racing.

You had spent a good part of your evening breaking up with your significant other. It was a conversation you had wanted to happen for a while, but sadly she was not very receptive. You two had been having problems on and off for the past year, but things had been getting worse and worse the last couple months. The issues you had were not getting resolved, and you were starting to feel dejected and burnt out. You couldn't help how you felt, and you didn't want things to continue to get worse for either of you. It took several attempts at honest communication and lots of patience since there was a lot of crying, but finally your partner realized that the best thing to do was to just let you go.

The interaction took so much energy out of you that currently all you feel is tired and empty. You almost called your unit chief to tell her you couldn't come in today, but you knew that being alone wasn't the best option. Also, you won't admit it but you'd miss seeing the faces of your fellow team members. Everyone has been so nice and yet also incredibly intimidating as far as their intelligence and experience. You've only been working with them for six months now, and you'd hate for something as inconvenient as your break up to keep you from being there for your team.

You gulp down the last ounce of your red bull before tossing it in the trash can next to your desk. Your body feels a bit too warm in your jacket so you begin to strip yourself of it, hanging it on the back of your chair. You can hear your heart beating in your ears, the organ pumping quickly. You're not sure if your heart is racing due to the caffeine coursing through your veins, or the anxiety of having to face your coworkers when you know you can't hide how you feel right now.

“Hey sugar plum, how are you doin’ this fine Monday morning?”

You look up from your desk to see Penelope, the team's tech analyst, standing next to your chair. As soon as you lock eyes with her, you watch the smile disappear from her face.

“Oh honey... no offense but you look positively dreadful!”

You nervously crimp your lips together, eyes shifting to the ground to take in the image of Penelope's shiny purple pumps. “Yeah, I uh... I had a rough night.”

A shiver runs through your body as you sense the AC kick in and push cold air throughout the bullpen. You decide to slip your arms back into your jacket, pulling it snugly around your shoulders.

Penelope pouts, “What happened to make my little miss newbie lose her sparkle?”

You can’t help but smile at Penelope’s sweet words, but the tightness in your chest makes it disappear rather quickly. “Um... can we talk about it in the bat cave?” You suggest to the blonde woman as the need for privacy to talk about this raw subject becomes a necessity. You didn’t want to cry in the middle of the bullpen.

“Absolutely, please follow me!” Penelope offers her hand out for you to take before guiding you towards her office.

Once you two arrive at Penelope’s office, she shuts the door behind you.

“Alright peanut, have a seat. Tell Penelope what happened.” The blonde woman plops down in her cushioned wheely chair, patting the seat of a neighboring chair.

You roll the empty chair closer towards you to sit down. You take a deep breath, trying to figure out how to talk about the break up without letting your emotions flood out. But you can’t help the tears that start to well up in your eyes when you begin to speak, “So um... my partner and I broke up last night.”

“Oh no!” Penelope’s hands fly up to her cheeks, her lips parted and brows furrowed. “Oh y/n, sweetheart I am so sorry! I know you’ve mentioned you two had been having trouble the past couple months, but it’s still sad when a relationship has to end.”

“Yeah...” You clench your jaw, feeling a heat starting to spread across your face as you try to remain calm while you prepare to explain what happened. This isn’t the first time you’ve confided in Penelope. She is the one person on the team you feel closest to, the tech analyst is just so friendly and you can’t help but gravitate towards her bright happy demeanor like a bug to a light. Despite your nerves about opening up to your fellow teammates, Penelope always manages to make you feel safe to share things about yourself. Especially things that are causing you grief. Sadly you can’t help but wish that you felt that way with your partner... well, your ex partner now.

“So what happened? Spill the tea, girlfriend! I mean, only if you want to because you totally don’t have to if you don’t want to. Only if you’re comfortable! Though you did say you wanted to talk about it so I guess you are but-”

“Garcia, calm down! I’ll tell you, but I need you to be patient with me. It’s all so... fresh. You’re right. It’s sad that our relationship ended. But... it needed to happen.”

Penelope nods, “I am ready to listen whenever you are ready to talk about it.”

You take a deep breath before parting your lips to speak. “So, I tried yet again to communicate with her about how unhappy I’ve been and why. I wasn’t trying to be condescending or mean in bringing things up again, I just felt like I wasn’t being heard when we had talked about things before. Of course, she didn’t take it well and acted like I was being unfair and inconsiderate of her feelings. But the truth is that I’ve always been considerate of her feelings, way too much in fact.”

Penelope’s head tilts to the side, “How so?”

You shift in your chair, crossing your legs and fidgeting with your hands. “Well, in the past when I tried to communicate with her about if I was upset about something she said or did, she would get so upset and make it about her.” The tears start gathering in your eyes, a couple of them falling and landing on your cheeks. “She’d spiral and take things so hard, saying things like ‘you’re right, I can do better, I’m a bad girlfriend, I’m a bad person’ which made me feel terrible for even saying anything so I’d push my feelings aside in order to help her feel better.”

Penelope shakes her head back and forth, “But you shouldn’t have had to do that, y/n! You shouldn’t have to make yourself small just so your partner could be comfortable! Because that means your hurt feelings never got taken care of... you never got taken care of because you had to take care of her. And that’s not fair at all!”

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door before it opens. Emily Prentiss, your unit chief, peeks her head into the room.

“Hey Pen, have you seen...” Emily’s voice trails off when she sees you. You quickly wipe your tears away with the sleeve of your jacket, sniffling to clear your runny nose.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Emily asks, stepping into the room and softly closing the door behind her.

You shake your head, shifting in your chair to stand, "Nothing Prentiss, I'm-"

"Oh no no no! You remain seated young lady! You are not allowed to hide your feelings from the boss lady just because she's the boss lady!" Penelope wags her finger at you before pointing up at Emily.

You glance up at the older brunette, who walks further into the room to stand next to Penelope. Your eyes flick back to the tech analyst, sighing heavily before slumping back into your chair. While crimping your lips together you cross your arms and look at Penelope with a silent plea to tell Emily instead of you having to say it once more. Thankfully, she gets the hint.

“Y/n and her partner broke up last night... it didn’t go well.”

"Oh..." Emily's brows furrow as she nibbles on her bottom lip, her eyes glancing down to the floor briefly before reconnecting them with yours. "I’m sorry to hear that.”

Emily leans back against Penelope’s desk, placing her hand on the blonde’s shoulder. “What do you need? How can we help?”

You shake your head, “I don’t know. What’s done is done, you know? I just... I have all of these feelings that haven’t been properly dealt with for years. I have so much frustration built up after not getting my needs met and feeling like what I wanted didn’t matter... and I don't know how to alleviate it.”

Emily nods, “I understand. We are here for you, y/n. If you need anything, even if it’s just a listening ear-”

“Or a shoulder to cry on!” Penelope interrupts, “We are here for you.”

You smile, wiping more tears from your cheeks. “Thank you guys... I really appreciate it. I’m sorry to dump this on you-”

“Oh no no no, don’t you start that missy! You are not burdening or inconveniencing us with your problems.”

Emily nods, stepping closer to you. “We care about you, y/l/n. Please believe that. I know I’m your boss, but I trust that you know how much you matter to me and the rest of the team.”

You gasp softly, genuinely being shocked by the brunette’s statement. “I... I matter to you guys?”

Emily and Penelope exchange a look, eyes glancing back and forth between you and each other before Emily speaks, “Well of course you do! You may be new to the team, but you’ve been a great help to this unit. I’m very proud of you and grateful for your dedication and assistance.”

Penelope chimes in, “Absolutely! I am also very proud of you and super happy that you’re here! You’re a good person, my sweet. You have sunshine energy! And it makes me so sad to see you like this. All cloudy and less... shiny.”

You nod, “Trust me, I wish I was less cloudy. But it is what it is. I’ll be okay.”

Penelope nods, a silence falling over the three of you for a moment before Penelope dramatically gasps and flaps her hands. It causes both you and Emily to jump slightly.

“Oh oh oh! How about the three of us go out tonight and focus on helping you feel better! Maybe we can figure out some ways to relieve you of all your pent up angsty feelings! Ways that involve drinks with salt on the rim and tiny umbrellas!”

Emily grins, “I think that’s a great idea, Pen! Come on y/n, what do you say?”

"Oh, uh, you guys are too nice... but I don’t think-"

"No buts! Just say yes!”

You bite your bottom lip in contemplation. A fun night out with two gorgeous women you work with/for? Sounds like it’s just what you need to distract yourself and hopefully release all the stress and anxiety you have over the break up. You watch as Penelope and Emily stare at you with excited expressions. You lick your lips before grinning up at your fellow agents, “Okay! Let’s do it!”

Penelope squeals in delight before jumping out of her chair and enveloping you in a warm hug. “OMG I’m so excited! We haven’t had a proper girls night with you yet,, and now we’re doing it! Oh this is going to be so much fun!”

You laugh as you hug Penelope back, reveling in the physical contact. Penelope peers her head back towards Emily, “Get in here Em, y/l/n deserves more hug power!”

Emily chuckles before walking towards you and Penelope, wrapping her arms around you both. You are now enveloped in warmth and the sweet scents of their perfumes fill your nostrils. The tension in your shoulders melts away as you allow yourself to relax in their arms.

Emily pulls away after a couple seconds and pats Penelope on the shoulder, “You gotta let her go honey, I need you both to get back to work.”

Penelope groans, “But she’s so huggable I don’t wanna let her go!”

You can't help the giggle that escapes your lips as Penelope squeezes a bit harder, finding the blonde's action quite endearing.

Emily chuckles, “Garcia, you’re gonna suffocate the poor girl and we can’t lose any more agents! We need her!”

All three of you laugh with each other for a moment before Penelope reluctantly lets you go and steps back.

You smile, “Thanks again you guys. I feel so much better now.”

Emily nods her head, “Good! Now let’s get through the rest of the day so we can have some fun tonight!”

Penelope straightens her posture and clicks her heels together, “Yes ma’am, right away ma’am!”

Emily holds the door open for you and as you get ready to exit the office you feel her hand touch the small of your back, guiding you out. Penelope follows behind you both, stopping at the doorway to watch as you and Emily walk side by side down the hallway. “Bye my loves! See you later! Don’t work too hard!”

Emily gently pats and rubs your shoulder before you part ways, “I’ll check on you later, okay?”

You nod, “Thanks Prentiss.”

You walk back to your desk as you watch the unit chief ascend up the stairs to her office. The sadness you felt earlier has now been soothed and replaced with excitement for being with Penelope and Emily for a whole night of fun.

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 14)

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: eventual smut; sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18)

Word Count: 3.1k

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Chapter 14 - Redrawing Boundaries

A/n: Watch out for POV shifting in this chapter!

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India Mae's POV: I was rushing in the door, my backpack falling off my shoulder, keys slipping out of my grasp. To add insult to injury, my phone started ringing. I kicked the backdoor closed with my foot, slamming it a bit too hard. I winced and thanked god Emily wasn't home to see that.

Before even checking the caller ID, I answered with a breathless, "Hello?"

"Hi! Remember me? Just your best friend who you never see anymore because you moved out to be with your sugar momma. Remember her? Speaking of, you sounded breathless. What are you doing?" I could hear the smirk in her voice. I laughed, letting all my stuff fall out of my arms to the floor.

"Hi Penelope. Yes, I remember you. Don't be dramatic."

"Well I miss you," she huffed. "And I'm kidnapping you for a drink soon."

"I'm sorry, Pen. I've been a horrible friend. I miss you so much, too." I looked at the time. "Kidnap me tonight. Let's go out tonight."

"Yes! Meet there?"

"Sure, what time?" I mentally calculated how long it would take me to drive into the city.

"No wait!" she interrupted herself. "Come here now? And we can get ready together like old times?" I smiled widely. That sounded so fun.

"Yes!" I agreed enthusiastically. "Let me pack up a bag and I'll meet you at your apartment." I paused. Her apartment. When had I started viewing Emily's home as my home?

We quickly said goodbye and I immediately texted Emily.

Indi🥰: Going out for a drink with Penelope tonight. Are you okay to get dinner on your own?

Em💘💗: You know, I did just fine on my own for 38 years…I think I can manage dinner for one night.

Indi🥰: You sure? I wouldn't want to be responsible for you burning your house down…

Em💘💗: Cute, India. Careful or that mouth will get you in trouble.

My stomach flipped. I had the inexplicable urge to find out just how much trouble I could get in. Should I push this? Even though I had asked what we were doing, what our kisses meant, we still hadn't satisfactorily defined what this was. We had both admitted we had feelings for each other, but what did that mean? Were we dating? Were we committed? Exclusive? I decided since I wouldn't be home tonight, I could stand to push our amorphous, shifting boundaries.

Indi🥰: How much?

Em💘💗: India Mae…

Indi🥰: Not the full name! Indi🥰: 😇😇😇

Em💘💗: Your halo is not as shiny as you might think, angel. Have fun tonight. 😘

Indi🥰: Thank you babe! Don't wait up for me 💗

I was mildly disappointed Emily cut us off so short. Maybe I had misread the situation and she didn't want to flirt like that. It was all so confusing. All the more reason to go get drunk with Penelope tonight. I quickly darted upstairs, grabbed a few outfit choices appropriate for the club, my makeup, and some shoes. I flew down the stairs. I hadn't been this excited to go out in a while. Usually, Penelope had to drag me out kicking and screaming, but I missed her, and tonight was just what I needed.

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The prospect of Penelope coming over was exciting. Getting so busy with school and so lost in Emily had shifted my attention. But I missed her dearly. When I knocked, she burst open the door already squealing. "Indi! I missed you so much. Do NOT go this long without hanging out with me again. I mean it."

"I promise. And I really am sorry." She pulled me in a tight embrace. "Ease up, Pen. You're going to suffocate me."

"Sorry! I'm just so excited for tonight. I made Penny Punch in honor of tonight." She waggled her eyebrows. I groaned internally – Penny Punch usually destroyed me.

Penelope and I bounced around her bathroom, mascara wands and curling irons in our hands. We screamed lyrics to each other, hyping ourselves up for tonight. We may have pregamed a little too well. The Penny Punch lived up to its name tonight, packing a punch like nothing else.

"Quick, Indi! Let me curl this last section of your hair. The uber is going to be here so soon."

"We should have started with hair, Pen. I don't know if I trust you with a hot instrument near my head," I teased.

"Puh-lease!" she objected. "I am fine to do your hair."

"Famous last words…" I muttered.

"I promise. It's almost done anyway," she dismissed. "Just a few more pieces in the back. I'm just touching up your natural curls." Her phone dinged. "Ah! We have to go! Let's skedaddle." She quickly unplugged the curling iron, grabbed her lipstick, and we rushed out of the bathroom and downstairs.

The Uber driver undoubtedly knew we were sloshed. She was such a good sport about turning the music up and letting us be fools in the backseat. As soon as we buckled in, the night of dancing had started. Before I slid out of the backseat, I handed her a $5 bill as a thank you for letting us be so loud and rowdy.

We immediately grabbed a drink at the bar and headed out to the dance floor. It felt just like old times. Though I loved being with Emily, I hadn't realized how much I had missed Penny. We bopped around at first and then started grinding together jokingly when our favorite song came on. I threw my head back and laughed at how ridiculous we were being.

"Well well well!" I heard a male's voice boom over the music. "Miss India Mae." I turned around shocked to hear someone use my full name.

Oh! It was Em's coworker…the bald, black one. "Hi, uh…Sorry I don't remember your name."

"Derek." Right. He still intimidated me. Emily assured me he was a respectable guy, but I still had my guard up. Anyone who called me Sugar Lips merited a bit of caution.

"Hi Derek. Nice to see you again. This is my best friend, Penelope," I said dragging her forward.

"OH! I thought you were stepping out on Prentiss," he half joked. My eyes widened. I hadn't even thought about what dancing like that with Penelope had looked like.

"I would never! We're just having a girls' night."

"Is Prentiss here?" he asked looking around. I chuckled at the thought of Emily being in a club like this. She would absolutely hate it.

"God no! Can you imagine?" He laughed with me.

"No, I cannot." He turned towards Penelope. "And what do we have here? Sexy mama," he said picking up her hand and kissing her on the back of the hand. I almost threw up. Surely this wouldn't work. But then I heard Penelope giggle.

"Penelope Garcia. Nice to meet you." She looked at me and jerked her head towards the bar. I was a good wing woman; I would make myself scarce.

"I'm gonna get a drink!" I nearly sprinted away from them. I had a feeling they were going to be uncomfortably disgusting. I grabbed another drink and found a table in the corner. I pulled out my phone to text Emily and saw I already had several texts from her.

Em💘💗: Hope you're having fun tonight. Please be safe. Em💘💗: Call me if you need a ride anywhere. I don't care how late it is. Do NOT drive. Or take a cab. Em💘💗: Please let me know when you settle for the night so I know you're safe. ❤️

I was just about to hit send on my response when Penelope bounded over to the table. "God! That mocha chocolate thunder is simply a delight. I need a taste of that."

"God! Gross, Pen. Boundaries!" I complained.

"How's this for boundaries? I invited him over tonight, I hope that's cool. I thought maybe you'd stay over, but…" I cringed. There was absolutely NO way I would be staying in my old room tonight. The room that shared a wall with Penelope's.

"Thanks for the heads up. I think I'll take an Uber back to Em's," I said stiffly.

"You're still uptight about sex," she pointed out. "Which means you aren't having it. You've been there a month, and you mean to tell me you aren't having sex?! Why?" she demanded to know.

"It's complicated, Pen. You know that isn't why I'm there." For some reason, I felt the need to keep our recent kisses to myself. They felt so personal, so sacred. I wanted them to just be ours for a little bit longer. "It's just…what we agreed on earlier. Nothing's changed." That last part came out mournfully because it was partly true. I desperately wanted to be her girl, and she was moving so slowly. I idly wondered if I could get her attention and move things along myself.

"Ready to go? I paid your tab," Derek said walking up to the table. Penelope's face split in a huge grin.

"You okay if I go?" she asked turning to me.

"Yes, yes! Get out of here. Have fun," I said with a soft smile.

I walked over to the bar and paid my own tab. I was thankful for Emily and the black credit card I now had courtesy of her. A few months ago, I would have had a panic attack at my $55 bar tab. Instead, I signed the receipt without batting an eye, and I left a generous tip. It took me way longer than it should have to sign though. Things were far more difficult when you were seeing double.

If I thought signing the receipt was difficult, ordering an Uber was nearly impossible. I had to ask the bartender for help. She was so sweet and promptly put the order in. "You sure you want to Uber here? It's so far away. It says it will cost $63."

"I gotta get home. It's no big deal." Who was I? No big deal dropping over $100 in one night? But soon, I was off in the Uber, excited to get home to Emily.

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Emily's POV: I clicked the TV off. I hadn't been watching it anyway, too lost in my thoughts. Indi hadn't texted me where she was going, just that she was going out with Penelope. Even worse, she hadn't texted me back even though it said she had read the messages. I was trying my hardest not to be an overbearing control freak. I was thankful she had texted me this time at all. And I didn't want to discourage her communicating by getting unnecessarily angry again. Thanks to years of mandated therapy, I could identify that my anger now was actually rooted in worry for her.

I couldn't help but fret about her being out alone. She was tiny. And way too hot for her own good. I stood up from the couch, ready to call it a night. I had tried to stay up even though she had told me not to. I needed to know that she made it home safely.

When my foot hit the first step, I heard a thump against the front door, a muffled giggle, and the scratch of the key trying to be inserted in the lock. The door swung open with a loud bang against the wall. Clumsily bursting through the door, she giggled again. "SHH!" she said to the door, her finger over her lips. She yanked her key out roughly and slammed the door closed.

"My my, Miss Banks. Someone's had a good night." She said she was going out for a drink. And then I got a look at her. My gaze travelled up and down her form multiple times. She was wearing a tight, black tank top, black, high-waisted shorts, and black tights. And to top it off, she had on black, thigh-high leather boots. She looked sexy as hell – like my every wet dream. I could devour her on the spot she looked so good. But she was drunk.

"Great night," she corrected. "But I accidmaly got jrunkk." There was the slurred speech. It was actually quite endearing.

"Yes, I can see that."

She leaned against the door and tugged on her boots. They weren't budging. She tugged harder and her whole body started to follow. I rushed to grab her before she could face plant. "Shoompf ate my foot," she grumbled.

"Let me help you, baby." I unzipped her boots down nearly the entire length of her leg. I tried not to let myself get distracted by the fact that I was kneeling in front of her, close to her delicious thighs. She started to slump again, and I caught her, standing up quickly to support her weight.

I pulled her towards the stairs, her legs not helping me much. "Come on, love. Let's get to bed."

"We can't gotobed." And she was talking a mile a minute, babbling about god knows what. Only about a third of her words were intelligible. I tried my best to decipher Drunk Indi-ese, but as this was my first experience with drunk Indi, I was hopeless. But when we made it to the top of the stairs, I could have sworn I heard her say, "and Uber man spent ride over trynagetmuhnumbaber." Rage consumed me. She was mine.

"You should have called me, Indi! You shouldn't have to Uber home." That also would have prevented me from going crazy worrying about her. But I couldn't stop all the bad scenarios from flooding my mind. Just last year we'd had a case about a ride share driver in college towns using his work as a rouse to kidnap women – drunk out of their minds after a night at the bars – to rape and torture them. Thinking about that happening to Indi was unbearable.

"S'not a big deal, Emm." She was so dismissive, and it only served to flame my anger.

"It is to me," I said sharply. "Something could have happened to you. You were completely alone, and you're incredibly intoxicated. How could you be so irresponsible? You should have called me." Rationally, I understood it was pointless to argue with a drunk person. I wasn't even sure she would remember this in the morning.

"Mm home, aren't I? Nofing happnd." I shuffled her into her room.

"I'd be most displeased if something were to happen to you. I need you in one piece." I kissed her on the forehead.

"I dint wanna bothrr you. You nevsleep 'nough." The fact that she was concerned about that, even completely obliterated, made my heart ache. She was so good, so pure. She was always thinking of me and taking care of me. I was happy to take care of her now. Plus, she really was so stinkin' adorable drunk. I pushed her towards her bed.

"Em!" she protested much too loudly in her silent bedroom. "I can't sleep in this." And then she started tugging on her clothes. Dear god help me. Before I could stop her, her shirt was over her head. Her black, lace bra was doing wonders for her chest. I tried my hardest to be respectful, but dear lord she was sexy. I grabbed her shoulders and forced her to sit on the edge of her bed. Turning my back on a shirtless India, I ran to her closet to find her some pajamas, anything to cover her up before I lost my mind.

I frantically pulled open drawers looking for a t-shirt and her favorite sleep shorts. I heard her shuffling feet and cute giggle behind me. I looked over my shoulder to find that she had divested herself of her shorts, as well. My breath caught in my throat at her standing there in nothing but black lingerie and fishnets. She would kill me by the end of the night; I was certain of it. I grabbed the first shirt my eyes landed on next and shoved it at her. "Baby, please. Here."

It took some more wrangling, and loads more giggles, but I finally got Indi dressed. She reached behind her, eyes not daring to leave mine, a glint in them I couldn't identify. And next thing I knew, she was holding up her bra, waving it around to show me she had taken it off. I groaned. Drunk India had far fewer inhibitions and it made it very difficult to be respectful. She dropped her bra on the floor and threw her arms around my neck, launching herself into me. My arms encircled her waist to stabilize us. And then they tightened because I needed her closer. Her lips attacked mine frantically.

I moaned into her kiss. Even tainted by the sharp taste of alcohol, there was nothing sweeter than her lips. I slowed her down and pulled back. "Let's get you to bed, sweetheart." Her stained, crimson lips fell into a pout. I was reminded of her teasing earlier. Yes her mouth could get her into quite a bit of trouble.

I finally got her into bed. I pulled the covers up over her, tucking her in. I couldn't help myself, and I pressed another kiss to her forehead. "Goodnight, angel." Her eyes were half-closed, her body already relaxing. I pulled back slowly, not wanting to wake her back up.

"Stay…" she mumbled.

I tried to ignore it. I desperately wanted to stay, to hold her in my arms all night. I had been dreaming of it for nearly two months now. Everything felt right, complete, when she was in my arms. To have that all night was unimaginable. I backed up slowly, my eyes never leaving her precious, peaceful face. Her hand clung to my shirt loosely, her brow furrowing. "Em, stay," she repeated. Her hand feebly tugged me back towards her.

But it might as well have been a steel grip for the hold she had on me. There wasn't anything I wouldn't give her. I slipped into her bed and settled the covers around us. She snuggled into my side, her head on my chest. I smiled softly, happiness and love cocooning us.

Conflicting thoughts warred in my mind. This was the first night sleeping together. It felt wrong that India wasn't conscious for this decision. But I was much too selfish to leave. Because having her in my arms was incomparable to anything else. She was the most important thing in my life, and I would protect her heart at all costs. I hugged her tighter and pressed my lips softly to her forehead. "Goodnight, baby."

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Separation (Emily Prentiss x Reader)

summary: You and Emily talk about your separation a little when you drop the kids off with her for the day.

You really did not want to be doing this, but you had no other options. Being the newest person on the job meant that you automatically drew the short stick. So, when something urgent came up, you were the first and only call that they were making.

It really sucked because you had been planning on spending the day with your kids. The three of you were on your way to the park and now you were dropping them off at the FBI building for Emily. You’d been surprised whenever she agreed to take them in the middle of the day, but you were glad that she did. This job was really important to you, which she knew, and even though the two of you were in the process of a pretty nasty separation, she was reasonable.

“Hello Mama,” Luca, your oldest, greeted Emily. She glanced down at him and smiled as she pulled him into a hug. He was starting to really get tall, growing out of the clothes you’d bought barely a month earlier.

“Luca, you’re so big now!” Emily exclaimed dramatically. The two of you briefly made eye contact and Emily sent him up to see Rossi. JJ came over and took Parker, your baby girl. “Do you know how long they’ll need you at work?”

“Probably an 8 shift. Here’s the key to the house, if I’m not back by 7, can you keep the kids tonight?” you asked her. Emily nodded as she took your house keys from you. “Thank you for doing this.”

“It’s no problem. A little extra time with the kids will be nice. God, they’re both so big, but I swear it’s only been a couple months since I moved out,” Emily said with a heavy sigh. You looked away from her, unsure of how the conversation was making you feel. It was a rough topic for both of you.

“We can go over the custody agreement again if you’d like. We don’t tell my dad and do it ourselves without the fuss of lawyers,” you suggested. “They’re your kids too Em, and if you want to see them, you should.”

“As much as it pains to me admit, I think your dad might have been right. I love my kids and I love you, but I wasn’t as invested in the family thing as much as I should have. This time by myself, it’s helping put things in perspective. Only one more month until we try again, right?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow Emily.” You backed away without answering her question. You missed Emily and you loved her, but you weren’t sure that you were going to try again with her.

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alexbllake · 3 years

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Fresh Roses - Emily Prentiss x Reader

spare tip, ma'am?

a/n: based on this song.

taglist: @temilyrights // @utterlycomplicated // @sweetprentiss // @emilyprentisslittlewhore // @ssa-sapphic //

You have been planning for weeks now, you wanted it to be perfect and romantic like in the movies you watched with her during your free time. That's what she deserved, a perfect proposal with roses and everything.

You always dreamed about marrying and having a family, but you never imagined that it would feel so euphoric. The effort you had to make to keep from proposing right there in the middle of the bullpen every time you saw Emily was immense.

Normally you would ask Penny for help, but you knew that the woman couldn't keep a secret, even if her life depended on it. You ended up asking JJ to help you with the ring and the planning, and you asked Rossi to teach you a couple of recipes so you could cook for her.

Choosing the ring was the hardest part, you needed something that expressed all the love and adoration you felt for her. You couldn't settle for nothing less than perfection, so you dragged JJ through innumerous stores during the day, hoping to find the perfect ring for Emily. After browsing through hundreds of rings, you finally found the one, the perfect ring for the perfect woman.

Not wanting to risk it, you begged JJ to keep it in her house until the day you had planned everything and you took all the precautions to make sure nothing would go wrong or ruin the day you had it planned for you and her.

You bugged Hotch for a day off so you could set up the apartment with decorations and cook her dinner without worrying about being called on a case. The trick part was to keep Emily distracted enough to give you time to finish your preparations. You enlisted JJ to make sure Emily spent the day out.

Everything was going great, the food was almost done, the apartment was clean and decorated with candles and roses.

You looked at the clock and realized that Emily was going to arrive at any moment, giving the last touches as you hurried to the living room and waited for her to arrive.

“Baby, I'm home” Emily called

“Hello, my love” you said kissing her “I made dinner for us”

“You didn't have to” Emily replied.

Emily knew you were planning something, you were being all secretive with JJ for the past week, but she didn't wanted to ruin whatever surprise you had for her, she settled in to watch you from afar, mind wandering about what you were scheming with the blonde.

What you didn't know was that Emily also had a surprise for you, and that surprise was very well hidden in the back of her wardrobe for the past week.

“wow” said Emily incapable of forming a complete sentence when she saw the dinner room all decorated with roses and scented candles “ this is beautiful”

“Come sit” you called, pulling the chair out for her.

After serving her with food and wine, you sat on the opposite side of the table, and you asked her about the food.

“It's all delicious,” she said after swallowing and taking a sip of wine.

You spent the entire dinner trying to control your nerves; they were killing you and you didn't wanted Emily to realize how nervous you actually were. Each bite you took brought you close to the end of your plan. You tried to eat slowly as the insecurities started to wash over you.

What if she said “no”?

No, no, you couldn't think about that right now, you don't think you could handle it if Emily said “no”.

“I was going to wait for before dessert, but i think i will explode if I do” you blurred out

“What is it? “The older woman asked.

“I had this whole speech prepared for you, but all i can think is that i love you and i want to spend the rest of my life with you” you said pulling the little box from under the table “I love you in a way i thought i would never love anyone, i know it's cliché and sappy, but you deserve it all, all the sappy and romantic gestures, all the things we only see in those romantic movies and much more. And I will make it my life's mission to make you feel loved and cherished every day. So, Emily Prentiss, will you marry me?”

“Wait” Emily said, jumping out of the chair and running towards the bedroom.

You were left speechless with her actions. That wasn't the reaction you were expecting from her. You were ready to start crying when she came back with both of her hands hidden behind her back.

“Y/n, my love” she said “I also have a surprise for you”

You watched as Emily kneeled in front of you and pulled a little box. She opened it, showing you the most beautiful ring you ever saw.

“Marry me?” she asked, smiling

“Yes!” you said, tackling her into a hug.

You were the happiest person in the world right now. Tears formed in your eyes and you let them fall onto your cheeks. You kissed Emily passionately, trying to convey all the love you felt for her into the kiss.

“Don’t cry, babe” Emily said, breaking the kiss and using the back of her hand to dry your tears

“I’m so happy” you said “but wait, you didn’t answered my question!”

“Yes, of course I will marry you” she replied laughing.

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Enjoy It While It Lasts

Summary: Just a lil Galvez/Garvez(?) at the BAU holiday party. Based very loosely on the prompt: We just met at a mutual friend’s holiday party but since we accidentally wore matching sweaters, everyone thinks we’re dating.

Pairing: Penelope Garcia x Luke Alvez

Category: fluff

Warnings/Includes: none

Word count: 1,130

a/n: A Very Moosey Ficmas Day 5! I’m really gonna have to write more Galvez, huh?

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“I’m just saying, he’s really not that bad.” Emily closed the car door and came around to meet Penelope at the passenger side. “You’d probably like him if you stopped sulking for two minutes.”

Penelope scoffed. “Not a chance.” She balanced the pan of vegan lasagna in one hand and adjusted the hem of her sweater with the other. “And I’m not sulking. I miss Derek.”

Emily threw an arm around her shoulder. “I know you do, baby girl.” Penelope shoved at her shoulder and Emily grinned. “We all do. But Luke’s really trying. And I’ll bet you have more in common with him than you think.”

Penelope full on cackled at that. “Me and that hulking army brat? Now that’s a good joke.” Emily rolled her eyes but didn’t push the issue.

Penelope didn’t bother with the doorbell, opening the door and calling out, “Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals!” The sound of the team’s laughter floated into the foyer, the smell of Dave’s cooking and a roaring fireplace following close behind.

“There they are! Mia bellas.” Dave greeted them both with a double cheek kiss, pulling back to admire their offerings. Emily held up her wine, and Penelope gestured toward the kitchen with the pan of lasagna.

Her heels clicked across the hardwoods as she made her way to the kitchen. Krystall’s voice drifted out through the hallway, quiet and kind. “I’m sure it’s not that bad, honey.”

“I don’t think you understand, Mrs. Rossi.” Penelope bristled at his voice. “My mom taught me a lot of things but cooking was not one of them. We can just throw it away, it’s fine.”

“Please, ‘Mrs. Rossi’ makes me feel a hundred years old. Just Krystall is fine.” Penelope peered around the corner of the kitchen to see Krystall peeling back the foil on a casserole dish. “Oh. Well. Maybe if we just… trim this part off?”

Luke laughed, and Penelope’s heart sped up in the most obnoxious way. “I think it’s beyond trimming.”

Penelope resisted the urge to grind her teeth. She’d just pop in, drop off the pan, and scoot back out into the living room with the rest of the team. As soon as they heard the sound of her pumps on the tile, Luke and Krystall turned with warm smiles. Penelope returned Krystall’s excitement and blatantly ignored Luke.

“Penelope!” As she set the pan on the island, Krystall wrapped her in a tight hug. Penelope squeezed back. “Merry Christmas, my dear.”

“Merry Christmas to my favorite Lady Rossi.”

Krystall pulled back out of the hug with a gasp. “Oh! You could help us with Luke’s mac and cheese!”

“Oh, no, I don’t think—” Penelope started.

“Nonsense! You’re the best cook I know— behind Dave, of course.” Krystall clapped her hands together. “Now, I think maybe if we just—”

“My wife, my life,” Rossi sang, strolling into the kitchen. “You’re being summoned. JJ is insisting on a picture of the hosts in front of the tree.” He kissed her cheek and began ushering her out.

“Wait, but…” Penelope trailed off. She huffed out a breath, already annoyed at Luke’s smug chuckling. “Don’t even look at me like that, newbie.”

He smirked and held his hands up. “I’m not looking at you like anything. Nice sweater.”

She looked at him— really looked for the first time since entering the kitchen— to see that his sweater was… the exact same one she had on. “Unbelievable,” she groaned. Of course he liked Zelda. And novelty Christmas sweaters. And of course the sweater stretched just right over his toned chest… and arms… and abs... and shoulders. How incredibly annoying.

He just raised his eyebrows at her sneer. “You don’t have a corner on the geek market, Penelope.”

She hated the way her name sounded in his mouth— like it belonged there, like it had always been there, like the etymology started and ended there. “Have you ever even played Zelda?” she questioned.

“Are you kidding?” he laughed. “That was like, my whole childhood.” He gave her a once over, and she wondered if she imagined his gaze lingering. “Looks better on you.”

She swallowed and pursed her lips. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” He grinned cheekily, and she huffed out an irritated breath, teetering over to the counter. “What’s wrong with your mac and cheese?”

He ran a hand down the back of his neck and gave her a sheepish shrug. “I really don’t know that it’s salvageable. It’s okay if you don’t think you can fix it.”

She couldn’t well turn down a challenge. “Oh, so now you doubt my abilities?”

Luke shook his head with a soft smile. “Never.”

She pulled back the aluminum foil to see a very, very burnt top layer of cheese and bread crumbles. She couldn’t stop the laugh from bubbling up. “Oh man, Alvez. This is… really bad.”

“I told you!” He leaned over the dish, brushing his exceedingly muscled shoulder against hers in the process, and she felt her body temperature rise a solid three degrees. “We can just throw it out.”

“No, no. We’ll just— hm.” She opened the silverware drawer and retrieved a fork. “Maybe we can…” She used the fork to dig up the top layer— it was so thoroughly melted together that it peeled up almost like a sheet of paper. She tilted her head to the side in surprise. “Wow, okay. That actually kind of worked.”

She pulled the chunks of burnt cheese and crumb mixture off one by one, dumping them into the trash as she went. When she’d cleared as much of the charred bits as she could, she surveyed her work with a smug smirk. She put her hands out with a little ta-da as she turned to gloat. But then Luke was smiling at her in a way that could only be described as downright dopey, and the snarky quip died in her throat. “What?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. Should we… put more cheese on it?”

She shook herself out of her stupor to jab, “You’re so full of cheese already, what’s a little more?”

Luke huffed out a laugh as she turned to retrieve whatever cheese she could find in the Rossi fridge. “That’s the best you got?”

“Watch it,” she scolded. “I’m only going easy on you because it’s the holidays, and I’m full of cheer, and goodwill, and tidings of comfort and joy.” She returned with a bag of shredded cheddar cheese. “So. Enjoy it while it lasts.”

She opened the bag and began sprinkling the cheese over the lackluster macaroni, so she missed the way his eyes traced over the fan of her lashes, the apple of her cheek, the curve of her mouth. “Oh, I intend to.”

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