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sunshine-theseus · 4 months

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World Cup Loses and Transfers | Frido Rolfö x Reader

Words: 3.2k Summary: you get knocked out of the wc but you meet the woman of your dreams (I’m giving Kristie the playing time she deserved at the wc), please pretend frido never got injured Warnings: slightly suggestive. i think that's it. barely proof read. Requested by - @realsociadadferminofan

Being called up to the national team for the first time when you’re 27, right before the world cup, was unexpected and terrifying. I only knew Kristie, Lynn and Kelly from playing with them at Gotham, closest to the Mewis due to both growing up in Boston and playing with her sister Sam for a few years in North Carolina. It was a national team that was relatively skilled and fluid with one another, and I felt like an unnecessary part in a smoothly working machine.

“This has to be a, a joke, right? It’s four.” Kristie runs her hand down her face as she holds her phone in a deadly grip. I stare out the window, looking across the city, trying to ignore the way my gut drops when her phone rings before mine.

“Is Y/n there too? It might be easier to do you both at once.” I hear the accent from across the room and solemnly stand, dragging my feet across the floor, and sit on the couch beside Kristie, waving at our coach.

“I wanted to talk to you, and just let you both know, that you’re both selected to go to the world cup.” I choke on the words of thanks I was about to spew out and don’t even try to hold the tears back.

I turn toward Kristie, who has a similar expression, and I pull her into me.

“We did it.” I whisper in her ear and she rubs a hand up and down my back before we pull away.

“Thank you so much, I’m so excited.” Kristie gives her thanks and I repeat a similar message.

“You deserve this, you both bring something to the team on and off the field and it’s exactly what we need for the world cup.” We thank Vlatko once more and bid him goodbye, and I break down.

Kristie pulls me back into her and I cry, I can feel her tears drop on the top of my head but neither of us say anything for a moment. We hold each other and feel the relief and excitement of it all.

“You deserve this more than anyone Kristie. We’re going to go to the world cup and show people we are worth it.” I wipe away her tears and we both agree to separate and call our respective people.

~~~~~

The beginning of the tournament is nerve racking, but we beat Vietnam 3-0.

Then we play the Netherlands, and Vlatko doesn’t sub on a single person, and I begin to get nervous for our time at this tournament. We tie 1-1 and no one is happy. We have to at least tie with Portugal to get through to the knock-out rounds.

Lynn starts, I get subbed on at half time for Andi Sullivan, and Kristie gets subbed on in the 54th minute for Lindsey Horan. We’re still 0-0 in the last 3 minutes of the game, but Rose makes a pass to Kristie, who manages to slip the ball to me, and I make a powerful shot from just outside the penalty box. The goalkeeper’s hand grazes the ball as it spins, but it still hits the back of the net.

I scream as I make a run for Kristie, jumping into her arms as Rose and Lynn and whoever else hugs us.

The whistle blows to continue, but barely a minute later it blows again, indicating the end of the game.

I fall to my knees and weep, players patting my back as they pass. Emily is the one who lifts me off the ground and hugs me.

“You fucking did it.” I cling to her for a long time.

I’m surrounded as we celebrate, and I finally feel like I belong. Being hugged and congratulated by veterans of the team, singing kid’s jerseys and signs. People care about me.

~~~~~

Neither Kristie nor I start for the game against Sweden, which hurts considering how well we played the other day, but we keep our hopes up.

In similar fashion to the game against Portugal, I’m subbed on at half time, Kristie joining me.

“Go out and make a fucking difference! We’ve got this girls!” Lindsey yells as we run back out onto the field, ready to win this thing.

We take our positions, Alex kicking off. I follow the ball with my eyes as I make my way to mark my player, almost running into her as she heads toward me. Fridolina Rolfö is one of the best players in the world, with a versatility that isn’t seen all too often, and she’s standing right beside me. I also try to desperately ignore my raging crush on the tall Swedish player as the ball falls to my feet and I try to manoeuvre around her.

I kick the ball through her legs and take on down the field again, making a pass to Kristie. She passes to Alex who takes a shot, but Mušović catches it and falls to the ground with ease.

After the full 90’, neither team yet to concede a goal, we prepare for an extra 30 minutes, possibly even penalties. Vlatko gives us the order before the extra time begins, and I begin to get nervous again.

We fight as hard as we can for a goal, while simultaneously trying to keep Sweden away. By the time the final whistle blows to indicate the extra time is over, we’re still at a stagnant nil-nil. Penalties will be the decider. We line up, Andi stepping forward to take the first kick for us. It drifts into the goal with ease, and I hug Kristie to my side in short celebration.

Frido steps up next, taking her spot in front of Alyssa. I try not to think about how arguably good she looks as she takes a deep breath. She lets it go and runs, slotting the ball into the right corner.

1-1.

Kristie takes our 3rd. In a calm fashion I’ve witnessed from her many times before, she places the ball on the spot, closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, and kicks. It flies into the top left corner, and I don’t waste a second in running out of the line and picking her up, spinning her around.

3-2.

Both teams struggle to convert another goal for a few shots, but we eventually end up 4-4. Then it comes to me. It’s up to me to get us through.

I line up with the ball, glancing to the left side of the net in hopes of confusing the keeper. I take three steps back, run, and kick the ball. It flies forward toward the right side of the goal and the goalie jumpers to the left. The ball looks like it’s about to go in, when it makes contact with the post, diverting it away from the net. I try not to fall to the ground, instead silently crying as Kristie holds me at her side, watching Lina Hurtig line up.

The world moves in slow motion as she kicks the ball. Alyssa gets her hands on the ball, but it flies back in the air and toward the net. She makes a dive to stop it before it crosses the line, sweeping it away. Both teams begin to celebrate in a moment of confusion, us hoping for a second chance to get through, Sweden believing they’ve knocked us out.

We wait in anticipation as the ref checks with the VAR, and I fall into Kristie’s arms, pulling us both to the floor as she announces the ball crossed the line.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I whisper apologies in her ear as we both cry, watching Lina run to her team.

“It’s my fault.” I can’t lift my head to look anyone in the eyes. I failed this team.

“It’s not your fault, it was bad luck. You did everything you could.” She comforts through her own tears.

“You should go talk to Lynn and the others.” I say, pulling away. Kristie nods curtly, hugging me once more before standing up and leaving me to wallow by myself.

“Ursäkta mig?” (excuse me). I turn toward the person looming over me and come face to face with Fridolina Rolfö.

“You played very well today. I’m sorry for your loss. It’s not your fault.” She offers me a hand which I take nervously.

“T- thank you. But I should’ve been able to make that penalty. You played well too.” I stare at the ground, far too nervous about who I’m talking to, and disappointed in my performance.

“Would you like to swap jerseys?” my head whips up to look at the tall blonde.

“W- with me? Frido Rolfö wants to swap jerseys with me?” I stutter as she smiles down at me.

“If you don’t mind.” I waste not a second more in pulling my jersey off and handing it to her, Frido copying me. We pull them over our heads and some photographer takes a picture. I smile despite my puffy eyes and the tears that have yet to dry.

“You really should be proud of your performance today. Despite missing the penalty, you played the best you could. Maybe we’ll see you at Barca one day.” She pats me on the back and heads back to her team. I do the same.

~~~~~

A few weeks later I get a rather shocking email. The world cup ended about a week ago, Spain taking the trophy over England, and the NWSL was about to start back up. This email put a stop to my plans.

“Dear Y/n L/n,

Barcelona Femeni has deeply reviewed your performance at the world cup and at Gotham FC, and we wish to extend an invitation for you to transfer to Barcelona before the start of our 2023/24 season.

Please get back to us as soon as possible. We may be open for discussion on your salary.”

I try not to scream in excitement, hyperaware of the newly engaged couple sleeping in the room next to me, and decide to take a day to think about it and discuss the idea with Kristie and my family. I get up and begin to make breakfast for the three of us, a simple poached eggs on avocado toast, to keep me distracted.

Eventually Kristie and Sam emerge, and I present them with the idea.

“You have to take it.” Sam tells me deadpan.

“Well hold on a second. Maybe you should take a few days to think about it.” Kristie counters, and I begin to get nervous.

“Offers like these don’t just hang in the air Kristie. It’s the best move for her career.”

“What about her family? And the NWSL? We’re so close to the final.”

“What about what’s best f-”

“I’m doing it.” I interrupt what’s inevitably going to become a fight if I let it drag on.

“I’m moving to Barcelona. Sam’s right, these opportunities don’t just wait for me to be ready, and they rarely come more than once. My family will understand and so will the club. I hope. I have to do this Kristie.” The girl simply nods in understanding, and I smile at Sam before heading back to my room to reply.

~~~~~

A week and a half later I’m stepping out of a taxi and standing in awe in front of the Joan Gamper training grounds. I came in yesterday to put myself in their system and take the signing announcement photos but being here for training made it seem much more real.

I stand watching the likes of Aitana Bonmati and Keira Walsh walk past me and into the building when a hand lands on my shoulder. Once again, Frido Rolfö towers over me with a wide, welcoming grin that spreads across her face.

“They took my recommendation!”

“What do you mean?” I begin to walk alongside her.

“I strongly suggested that Jonatan watch your performances at the world cup and the NWSL after we versed each other. We need a strong midfielder like you who can also make goals. Very similar to Alexia.”

“Me? Like Alexia Putellas? You’re lying.” The Swede simply smiles again as she pushes open the door to the locker room.

“Hola!” a chorus of voices greet us as we enter. We’re clearly the last here.

It takes me a few days to start gelling with other players. These people were the best of the best and I had to prove I belong here, so I did just that.

“Mapi, Mapi! Here!” I yell to the centre back, pointing to where I want the ball. 5v5s could be hard but they made it seem easy.

It flies through the air and lands against my chest before falling to the ground. I seem to be in an impossible situation, but I spot a gap and hit the ball through, managing to run around Lucy and tap it into the goal past Sandra.

“VAMOOOS.” Mapi, Frido, Ona and Aitana run toward me.

“You’re so good.” Frido taps me on the head affectionately as she pulls me into her side in some sort of hug. I blush and roll my eyes when I make eye contact with Pina, who was very aware of my crush on the forward.

“Thank you Frido.”

There must have been something in the air because I continued to bang in goals all session.

I tap the ball back behind me to navigate around Alexia and chip it over Sandra, right into the goal.

I make a shot from the boarder of the penalty box, and it lands in the top right corner.

Aitana shoots the ball into the air and before I can think, I’m jumping and throwing my leg in the air behind me. It connects with the ball, and I turn my head to watch if it goals in as I fall to the ground. The net ripples behind Sandra and I’m at the bottom of the dogpile before I can say anything.

“You just flawlessly executed a bicycle kick what the fuck?!”

“How’d you do that?”

“Can you do that again?” a new question is presented before I can answer the previous and I just laugh. Eventually everyone gets off and heads to lunch, but Frido helps me up.

“You’re performing goals like that but you’re not a striker? Why?”

“It just feels right. I’ve always been told I’m best midfield even though getting goals has always been something I loved doing.” She hums and takes my hand as we follow the others.

~~~~~

“We’re playing truth or dare! No complaints!” Claudia shouts over the groans spewing from everyone’s mouths.

“It’s the ultimate team bonding experience. Come on.”

“I’ll go first!” Ona volunteers and we all wait to see who she picks.

“Mapi. I dare you to knock on your neighbours door, accusing them on stealing Bagheera.”

“But Señorita Ruiz is so nice, and old.” Despite the complaint, Mapi gets up and walks out of her apartment, Ona following her, and knocks on Ms Ruiz’s door.

“María Pilar! How dare you accuse me of stealing Bagheera! I look after him every time you go away and take good care of him! I would never do such a thing.” The sounds of what one could only assume to be a handbag hitting Mapi, echo down the hall.

“Lo siento, lo siento Señorita! Por favor my friend made me I’m sorry!” the subject of the quabble meows and struts out of the apartment and toward Señorita Ruiz’s.

“Never accuse me of such things again or no more buñuelos.” Eventually the two come back, Mapi red faced with Bagheera in her arms, and Ona giggling in joy.

“My turn I suppose.” Mapi seethes jokingly.

“Y/n. I dare you to play seven minutes in heaven with Frido.” I stop, but Frido is already standing, and I can’t say no.

“Let’s do this.” I whisper, apparently loud enough for everyone to hear, as they cheer and laugh.

I follow Frido to Mapi and Ingrid’s bedroom and close the door behind me. As soon as I do, I’m pushed up against the wood. My breathing stops and I flush red, trying not to look at her lips.

“If you don’t want this, tell me now. Otherwise, I’m going to kiss you because I’ve wanted to since I first saw you.”

“I want you to kiss me so bad.” She surges forward, pressing her lips against mine, and I grasp at the loose fabric of her shirt to pull her closer.

I don’t even try to talk as we continue to make out against the door. I try not to think about how hot she looks with dishevelled hair and ruffled clothes, my lip-gloss smudged against her own lips, otherwise we won’t be leaving this room.

Then comes an aggressive bang from the other side, Mapi yelling time is up.

“This isn’t over.” She whispers in my ear as she reaches around me to open the door and walks out. I stand still in awe as I watch her walk away, and Mapi has to usher me back to the circle where I sit next to Frido.

~~~~~

I went home with her that night and woke up the next morning buried beneath satin sheets with an arm around my waist, skin on skin. Despite the deep want inside of me to freak out, I take a breath and take in the world around me. The sun streams through the window and lands perfectly on the face of the woman beside me, making her skin light up and her hair seem like liquid gold.

I spot the pile of our clothes on the floor and giggle at the memory of how hard they were to take off last night in our rushed kisses. But then I remember how the rush slowed down. There was no other word to describe it except love.

Frido’s eyes slowly open and she grins at me, leaning forward and pressing soft kisses to my shoulder and neck. I sit up urgently and reach a hand toward the spot she just kissed, then stand and head toward the bathroom linked to her room. There on the side of my neck, is a row of small, dark purple hickies. Frido follows me in and wraps her arms around my waist, resting her chin on my shoulder, and continues to kiss every inch of skin she could reach.

“I have no way to cover these up before training.” I groan and throw my head back.

“Good.” She shrugs before kissing me on the lips, and then goes back to her room.

“You did it on purpose!” I whine.

“I will never admit that. Now join me.” She pulls me into the shower before I can protest.

Let’s just say we were nearly late to training. And I had to borrow her spare kit. And everyone most certainly knew what happened.

Ingrid was the first to point it out, poking a finger into the bruises on my neck and pointing them out to Mapi. I swat them away but it only brings more attention to us. Alexia is the next one over and she gracefully points out the 16 that replaces my usual 3. I look over to Frido for help but she just laughs.

“You know what? At least I’ve got a girlfriend. More than some of you can say.” I laugh along with some of them but Frido seems shocked. I tilt my head to the side in confusion, running my sentence through my head.

My smile drops but she leans over and kisses me.

“Yeah at least she has a girlfriend.”

#woso x reader #woso #womens soccer #wwc 2023 #fridolina rolfö #fridolina rolfö x reader #frido rolfö #frido rolfö x reader #barca femeni #barcelona femeni #uswnt #spain wnt

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celiafufflie · 1 month

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OC that I made which was heavily inspired from @jazjelspen's platonic x reader fic "My Angel Baby" cause I love it a lot! if u haven't read it give it a it's soo good!!;;

ok idk more info abt her again below the cut ((it might be long)):

After being killed by the one person who she admired, respected, and loved the most, Elise spent her first few years in Heaven feeling miserable as she felt like everything that she'd experienced and lived through with her beloved father was all a lie. It was depressing.

Of course she wouldn't show her pitiful state with the others, why would she? They're in heaven, it should be the happiest place anyone could possibly be in! No need to be a bother.

Emily, being the seraphim who's job is to bring joy to all of heaven, saw through Elise's front.

Having dealt with some poor mortal souls similar to her before, Emily zeroes in on Elise and does her best to keep her from being left on her own thoughts, always including Elise to anything she thinks she would like and find fun. (Elise initially didn’t want to, though she also couldn’t say no. Emily was so sweet and kind, and that makes her guilty.)

It somewhat helped as Elise’s focus shifted on Emily’s efforts, something that she’ll eventually grow fond of. This kept up until they became best friends! …somehow.

Elise seeing what Emily does daily as a Seraphim? Very admirable. But also Elise decided that she wanted to help Emily with bringing happiness and peace to others, making them both always together almost everyday.

It was taxing, but knowing that Emily does this all on her own, Elise would keep on helping her as Emily has helped her before. Plus, doing this with Emily helped her meet interesting people! Like St.Peter! Or maybe Ruth– or Troy! (the guy who dutifully keeps heaven’s dog park clean, bless you Troy)

Or… Adam? He leaves a lot to be desired.

She also met this really pretty, and sweet, older woman that kind of makes her feel somewhat nostalgic. Elise likes her a lot, and the woman also seems to feel likewise! She’d often invite the younger girl over for tea and such, something she’s always happy to attend to. Unfortunately it was an occasional thing as she’d dedicated herself to assisting Emily with her duties.

That was how her (after)life went by as decades passed in Heaven.

Though… Elise sometimes still thinks of him, her father. He’s down in hell, damned for eternity for all the sins and deceit that he’s committed. Deserving for Alastor, fitting for the monster that he truly was.

They both will never meet ever again, and she strongly believed in that.

…

Oh…

How much she misses her beloved father.

#my art #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel emily #emily x oc #emily x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #oc #elise

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mrs-weasley-reid · 1 year

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Cases and Candies

A/N: This is my first time posting here so bear with me lol

Summary: bau!y/n started a tradition of giving the BAU team candies every time they return home from a case. Only this time, Y/N was on sick leave.

“Great job, everyone. Have the rest of the week off. You all deserve it.” Hotch announced and walked up the few steps to his office.

The rest of the team was now at their respective desks, working through paperwork to pass their last two hours on the clock.

As soon as Hotch’s office shut, Emily, Spencer, and Derek’s hands flew up in the air, palms facing the ceiling as they waited for a small object to graze on their skin.

JJ entered the room with manila folders clutched to her chest, almost choking with laughter at the sight she walked in on. “I assume none of you are waiting for more paperwork?” She said, earning the three agents’ attention to lift from their desks, realizing the subconscious act they just did.

You started a tradition of giving the BAU team a piece of candy as soon as Hotch closed his door.

It would start with Derek, as your desk was next to him. Then, to Spencer, whose desk was across yours. You would move to Emily, then venture up the small flight of stairs to knock on Hotch’s door and leave a piece of candy on his desk without saying anything. You always gave Rossi’s treat last, at least between the people on the main floor, because you wanted to ensure that he didn’t grab two like he did the third time you offered him a piece. Nonetheless, you would give him his favorite flavor to make up for only giving him one candy. And then, you would skip to Penelope’s bat cave with a customized treat. Ribbons tied at the ends of the candy wrapper. Lastly, you would meet JJ on her way to the bullpen with a strawberry-flavored candy in your hand.

Two doors abruptly opened, and JJ immediately spoke, “Y/N was not with us this week, remember? She’s on sick leave. You two have to calm down.”

Aaron’s face shifted a little but was still stern all the same. On the other hand, Rossi tilted his head to indicate a front that he knew already, failing miserably.

JJ shook her head and went straight to Derek’s desk, dialing your number and setting it on speaker.

The ringing stopped as soon as you picked up the call, “Y/L/N speaking.” Your cough echoed in the bullpen, but you were far too busy fighting for your life to feel embarrassed over your office, hearing you heave for air.

“Hey, Y/N, it’s JJ. Are you busy?” Her voice was soft and gentle, and even if you were busy, you would’ve stopped everything you were doing.

A bright laugh rumbled from your end, “If watching ‘A Bug’s Life’ for the fifteenth time is considered busy, then I guess I am.” Your movements muffled the speaker a little bit but they heard you clear enough.

JJ smiled at that. As the person you mainly confided with, you didn’t hesitate to ask her to bring you the DVD copy of the movie as soon as she offered to visit you before they flew out for the case. “I just wanted to ask if you have any treats for your puppies here. They were all waiting patiently, and I’ll let you know they did a great job at the case.” JJ chuckled, earning multiple eye rolls from Emily and Derek.

“Oh, yeah! I forgot to mention that I left a set of treats in my drawer. One for each.” You emphasized your last words, knowing how greedy your teammates could sometimes get.

It has happened before. There was one time when Spencer argued, backed with statistics, that he did such a great job helping find the unsub that he deserved at least three chewy candies. Not to mention that they all created a formal petition, signed by everyone (even Hotch with a special mention of his Unit Chief position), to give five candies to the agent that finds and arrests the unsub.

There was a wave of cheering in the bullpen.

“Now, that’s what I’m talking about!” Emily approvingly nodded.

Derek snorted, “Thanks, sweet mama.”

Spencer went on with his usual random fact, “Sweets as a reward is actually ill advised because studies show that it leads to obesity.”

“Does that mean I can take your piece?” JJ raised a brow at Spencer.

“I just said it’s ill advised. I didn’t say I don’t want one.” Spencer walked to your desk and ignored Derek’s teasing grin.

Aaron let go of the railing, clearing his throat. “Just bring it to my office.” He said and went back to his office.

Rossi didn’t waste time, walking down with an unusual speed that he doesn’t use even during a case. “I want the grape one!” He announced.

The glass door swung open, revealing Penelope with her bright-colored pen. “Hey! No fair! No one told me the treats are out.” She rushed to the group and playfully shoved Derek out of her way.

You couldn’t help but smile through the phone as you listened to the commotion from the other end of the line. And you promised yourself never to miss a case ever again.

#spencer reid #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #derek morgan #david rossi #jennifer jereau #penelope garcia #criminal minds #fanfic #imagine #ssa aaron hotchner #ssa spencer reid #fem!reader #x reader

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prentisssgf · 1 month

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| sad, beautiful, tragic

| criminal minds

| emily x reader

| fluff but little bit angsty (nightmares, Ian Doyle mentions, slight annoyed Emily)

| 1586 words

You joined the team around 7 years after Emily Prentiss did, there was something about her that drew you to her, you couldn't really explain it but one day it clicked, you liked Emily.

"I think you should go for it, you know" JJ stopped you one day.

"I actually don't know what you're talking about" you shrugged as you stirred your coffee.

"Please you've been eyeing up Prentiss all day, you like her" Morgan teased.

"Morgan, I do not like her" you defended "she is my colleague" you huffed.

"It's that red tank top" he said facing JJ, you looked at JJ, she shrugged and nodded.

"Okay fine, I like Emily and that stupid red tank top" you sighed, finally giving in.

"Congratulations Y/N, you are officially the last to know" JJ and Morgan both laughed .

"I think you should just talk to her, she may feel the same way" Derek winked.

"You two owe me a drink" you sighed, walking up to Emily's office.

You walked over to her door, you turned around to see JJ nodding and Derek giving you a thumbs up, Spencer joining them with a confused look.

You knocked the door and you heard a gentle "come in" on the other side.

"Hi, it's me" you smiled "I was wondering if you were able to talk, just for a few minutes" you smiled as you closed the door, you looked to see Emily taking her glasses off and placing them down on several laid out papers scattered around her office and desk "but if now is a bad time-" you cut yourself off by walking out only to be met with JJ and Spencer frantically shaking their heads while mouthing 'no' and 'go back in' with hands sticking out to signal that, you took a deep breath and you walked into her office.

"Is everything okay agent Y/L/N?" Emily raised one eyebrow as she sat crossed legged at her desk.

"Yes, I mean no, I mean-" you rambled "I mean, argh screw it, I like you Emily, and I have for a while and I know you don't like me back and it's fine but I thought that you deserve to know and-" you rambled.

"Woah woah Y/N Y/N Y/N" Emily hushed you "who said I didn't like you back?" she smirked.

"I- you do?" you sat there with your mouth wide open, shocked to hear those words come from Emily Prentiss' mouth.

"Y/N I've been crazy about you since the minute you walked in here" Emily laughed.

"Why didn't you say anything?" you shook your head as you laughed.

"I was wondering how long it would take for you to admit that you like me back" Emily smirked again.

You couldn't help but smile and you walked around her desk to kiss her lips slightly, when you pulled away she deepened the kiss "come over tonight" she mumbled into the kiss, you nodded as your foreheads touched.

From that night on you two become inseparable, you had been together for about 4 months now and you were loving it, the one thing that you couldn't work out though was Emily's past, she was all together a private person and you tremendously respected that, you figured that if something was important to her that she would tell you sooner or later, she always told you them anyway, she never kept secrets from you, she just didn't like people to judge her from her past, you did the same.

One night changed everything, you did your routine and everything was fine, Emily was sleeping on your chest, your hand around her back and tucked in your covers, you were a very light sleeper so when she started shaking and sobbing in her sleep and shouting at someone called Ian Doyle to stop you had to wake her up.

"Hey Emily" you shook her "Emily" you said more sternly "Emily" you shouted again until she woke.

"What happened?" she pushed herself up by pushing her hands down on your stomach.

"You had a nightmare and I had to wake you it was about someone called Ian D-" you spoke as both of you were now standing at the edge of your bed.

"Shut up, stop it" Emily snapped at you.

"Huh?" you furrowed your brows, Emily had never snapped at you like that "What was that about?"

"Just fucking drop it" she sighed running her hands through her hair.

"Emily-" you sighed softly

"Don't Emily me" she scoffed loudly.

"What the fuck is up with you, tell me right now who Ian Doyle is" you demanded.

You watched Emily's eyes go from anger to fear in a split second, her eyes blinking repeatedly as she was trying not to cry.

You sat her down on the edge of the bed and gripped her hands in yours as she recounted everything about Ian Doyle, she told you everything about him, from her undercover days, to the year before when Doyle "killed" her and she had to move to Paris for seven months, all whilst sobbing and clutching to you.

"Em" you sighed softly, stroking your hands gently through her raven hair "Emily" you sighed again as you kissed the top of her head "can you look at me please?" you said sliding off the bed and balancing on your knees as you faced her, you took her hands in yours again, you let one hand go to lift her chin to look at you "Emily Prentiss, you are the strongest person I know, you are the most beautiful and lovely and kind person I have ever dated and I couldn't be more thankful for you, it might be too early to say but I love you Em, I'm so happy and excited to wake up to you every morning, I love making you smile and making you coffee, you are everything to me Emily" you smiled, now sliding your hand down her cheeks, not missing her tears to wipe them away "but Emily you don't have to be so strong all the time" you sighed "Emily I love you but you don't have to keep your walls up all the time, we can smash the wall down or take it away brick by brick but whatever you chose to do I will be here, by your side, I promise Emily, I am not leaving your side" You stood up, now leaning down and balancing your forehead on Emily's.

"Y/N I-" she sobbed "I want to start opening up to you but it's so hard" you nodded as she explained how when she was younger her mother saw crying and fear as a negative emotion and she learned that it was bad and that it was frowned upon, you pretty much knew that Emily didn't speak to her mother anymore, you never asked why, didn't see the need to pry and you figured that she would tell you when she would feel comfortable to.

"I think I was so scared that because I'm having these nightmares and there's negative thoughts that you would see me different- different to the strong and independent Emily that you know" she sniffed.

"Emily did you say 'having'? how long have you been having nightmares for?" you smiled as you dragged her into bed.

"Couple of weeks, 3 maybe" Emily shrugged, now the fact that she would be always in her office, uninterested in dinners and nights out with the BAU made total sense.

"Oh honey" you sighed, opening your arms out for you to hold her in "and Em?" you questioned.

"Yeah?" she looked up and whispered softly.

"I don't see you any different by the way" you smiled at her, your hand coming up into her hair, stroking it "If it's any consolation, I think you showing emotions - your anxiety, your negative thoughts-it makes you even more strong" you smiled.

"Really?" she looked up at you with big brown sad eyes.

"Hmm" you nodded in agreement.

"The fact that you even told me you're having these nightmares, that's a really strong person" you smiled "right there" you pocked a finger into her chest, making her smile lightly for the first time that night "do you wanna talk some more or sleep?" you smiled.

"Sleep" she smiled "If that's okay"

"More than okay" you kissed her once more before waiting for her to fall asleep before you doing the same shortly.

☆

"Good morning" you smiled as Emily walked into the kitchen "How did you sleep?"

"Good until my girlfriend wasn't in my bed this morning" she pouted making you slightly laugh.

"Here" you smiled as you pushed her coffee cup to the edge of the counter "lots of milk and splenda"

"I love you" she smiled as she circled the counter to kiss you on the temple and sit next to you "I didn't say it yesterday when you said it" she smiled sadly.

"Hey hey no it's okay" you smiled "I know we both mean it" Emily sighed loudly, making you smile a little bit.

"Thankful for you, you know" Emily playfully shoved your arm with hers before leaning her head on your shoulder.

"I know and I'm thankful for you too" you smiled down at her "Emily I'm always gonna be grateful for you" you kissed her temple once more and leaned your cheek on her head, taking in the calmness of what you found yourself in.

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #emily x you #emily x reader #paget brewster

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onesidedradiostatic · 2 months

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rambles without any real preference on any of what im saying: gosh, I know velvette is considered the holder of the braincell, but I think she deserves to go ham as well/perhaps have a little obsession of her own that ties her more to the hotel. saw emily in one of the replies assuming emily falls, and you were saying cherri. heck, i think she and vaggie could be a hilarious one-sided potential as well. a three-for-three on the awful no-good hypocritical birds of a feather vees being absolutely cuckoo for someone who does not want to give them the time of day, i want the three of them to get drunk together and wail about who's the most pathetic/unappreciated by their respective hotel person (something like to the tune of "agony" from into the woods -- "agonyyy far more PAINFUL than youuurs")

as much as i enjoy her being miles ahead of them, especially as the youngest overlord who's keeping things running smoothly, we also deserve a girl who's just as pathetic as the boys she hangs out with, Although i do also like to think of them as Her Boys.

charlie and velvette having in common that they attract losers, but where charlie is trying to make them better, velvette just likes filming their antics and putting them online. still. feral messy velvette would also be great. i think she's got that in her, considering she has a similar temperament to the other two

FAIR LMAOOO, it would be nice if velvette had SOME stake in the hotel or else she looks like she's the only one holding the other two on a leash to prevent them from doing stupid things. maybe she deserves to be a bit irrational about someone at the hotel too. maybe they deserve to be stupid as a trio.

#ask #osrs.txt #gotta keep up my cherrivel agenda #the vees #hazbin velvette #hazbin hotel velvette #velvette #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin valentino #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino

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uswnt-sanchez · 9 months

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LET ME JUST LEAVE IT AT THIS

EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THOSE PLAYERS HAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL AND SEEING HIM BENCH SOME OF HIS BEST PLAYERS REALLY PISSED ME OFF. LET START WITH MISS KELLEY OUR NEW COACH/ 3 TIMER VETERAN THE FACT THE SHE ONLY GOT 8 MINS THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE WC AND FROM THE START SHE HAD SO MUCH DEDICATION AND FOCUS AND HE BASICALLY TORTURED HER AND THE REST OF HIS BENCH MAKING THEM WATCH HIS HORRIBLE COACHING. ASHLEY SANCHEZ, YOU COULD ASK ME A MILLION TIMES A DAY WHO MY FAV PLAYER IS AND I GIVE YOU THE SAME ANSWER ASHLEY SANCHEZ. NO MINUTES AT ALL SHE IS ONE OF THE TOUGHEST PLAYERS IN THE NWSL AND USWNT AND IT BREAKS MY HEART IN TO SHAMBLES THAT SHE WAS USED SO MUCH THROUGHOUT THE SEASON AND THE GETS CALLED UP TO THE WC JUST TO BE FORGOTTEN ABOUT IMAGINE HOW HER PARENTS FELT WATCHING THEIR DAUGHTER SIT ON THE SIDELINES WHILE HER TEAM IS BEING MENTALLY AND PHYSICALLY TORTURED BECAUSE THEIR COACH DOESNT WANT TO SUB IN, I WILL NEVER FORGIVE THAT MAN FOR WHAT HE DID TO THAT BENCH. BUT I KNOW SHE WILL MAKE HER NAME IN THAT NEXT WORLD CUP. I FUCKING HATE U VLATKO THE FACT THAT U PUT KRISTIE MEWIS ON TWO MINUTES BEFORE PKS WHEN U KNEW SHE COULD HAVE SAVED UR ASS A LONG TIME AGO WTF I HOPE YOU KNOW HOW FUCKED UP THAT WAS OF U. TO SWITCH SUBJECTS THE PLAYERS THAT PLAYED THE FULL 90 MINUTES OR CLOSE TO THAT FOR EXAMPLE SOPH SMITH, EMILY FOX, NAOMI GIRMA, ALEX MORGAN, JULIE ERTZ, EVERYBODY BETTER BE GIVING THEM A FUCKING ROUND OF APPLAUSE I DONT WANT TO HEAR ANY BULLSHIT ABOUT HOW THEY ALL SUCKED IN SOMEWAY BC TO PLAY EVERY GAME WITH THE SAME ENERGY AFTER UR DUMBASS COACH IS PHYSICALLY TIRING YOU AND YOU KNOW HES NOT GONNA SUB PLAYERS ANYTIME SOON SHOWS HOW MUCH RESPECT YOU HAVE FOR YOUR COUNTRY PROPS TO YOU. ALYSSA NAEHER I KNOW YOU LOST THE WORLD CUP BUT I HOPE YOU WIN THE FUCKING LOTTERY BECAUSE AFTER THAT PK YOU DESERVE THE DREAMM. SPEAKING OF DREAMS SAUCY SONNETT FUCKING DOMINATING THAT WHOLE GAME WAS A FUCKING DREAM I CRYED WHEN I SAW HER ON THE LINEUP. I HAVE SO MUCH MORE I COULD SAY BUT I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW ONE THING. JILL ELLIS I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW UR UNFILTERED THOUGHTS RIGHT KNOW PLS ANS THANK YOU!

God that felt good to get off my chest.

#ashley sanchez #uswnt #kelley o'hara #emily sonnett #sophia smith #julie ertz #alex morgan #megan rapinoe #kristie mewis #alana cook #alyssa naeher #trinity rodman

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SDV + SVE Pairings

This is just random fluff headcanon about good pairings in Stardew Valley, imo.

Alex

+ Abigail (already wrote a post on this adorable pairing)

+ Penny (something tells me he would be super protective of her and just the kind of adventure she needs and she would be so good to Evelyn and George, endearing him even more)

Elliott

+ Olivia (from SVE - a little May-December romance going on here)

+ Penny (he would take such good care of her, showering her with praise and adoration, and she deserves it)

+ Claire (from SVE - she's half-in-love with him already as an avid reader of his books; he would just lap up the praise)

+ Sophia (from SVE - the wine is what brings them together and love of fantasy)

Shane

+ Emily (I think she would be a good influence in his life, a bit mothering at times, but he needs a firm supporter and cheerleader in his corner when he's detoxing, plus she would spoil Jas rotten)

+ Haley (an odd pairing at first glance, but this headcanon, though not explicitly Haley, has me convinced these two would make a good pair somehow)

+ Abigail (this girl LOVES the egg hunt, and gets super into talking about chickens with him; and he kinda likes watching her from a distance, not quite sure what to make of this purple-haired beauty, but he is attracted to her joy and silliness, and she just wants to bring a smile to his face and make him happy)

+ Leah (she would not put up with his bullcrap; she would dish it right back; she would hang in there with him like a champ while he detoxed and tell him what he needs to hear; and she would be good to Jas, plus she lives close by; and I think he would appreciate homecooked meals as he eats a lot of pizza at the Saloon and frozen dinners from Joja at home; I don't think Marnie cooks much; and he would appreciate her passion for art and the outdoors, particularly their shared fondness for Cindersap Woods; she could keep up with him when he is at his best; and these two would be fire together in bed)

Magnus (Wizard from SVE)

+ Emily (something tells me this pairing would be magical *wink wink*)

+ Olivia (SVE - I'm not sure why, but this works in my head and he would give her the best "trinkets;" and he would greatly admire her first-editions collection and appreciate the library she has cultivated; somehow I also think it would be really funny for these two to get high together like she did in college in the '70s)

Harvey

+ Penny (he would also take very good care of her, and he's established with a solid career, older, a bit more experienced, and help her work through PTSD of living with an alcoholic mom)

+ Leah (oh she definitely is a capable, independent woman and catches his eye, and she likes teasing and spoiling him with goods from the woods *face palm* did not mean to make that rhyme. She would bring him salads and healthy meals and they'd enjoy a good bottle of wine or a good cup of coffee together)

+ Haley (he would spoil her and call her princess, and she would dote on him; it's all very flattering; he would also invite her to spruce up the clinic and let her display her photography; and when she cries and has a bad day, he would give her the TLC she needs; and I think she would be generous with the massages and kisses; plus, I know, this is a bit shallow, but he has a well-respected job and some money, which would impress her)

+ Claire (SVE - these two intellectuals would never run out of things to talk about, even though they are both quiet people; and they would be comfortable with the quiet; I could see them spending lazy rainy afternoons and evenings together, just reading, some soft jazz on in the background)

Sebastian

+ Leah (she would scare the hell outta him initially, but he would be secretly impressed by her woodchopping and have mad respect for her independence and fall madly in love with this redhead; she would give him the space he needs, uninterrupted, so he could work without his family constantly butting in; and I see her spoiling this touch-starved man with good food and tender loving care)

+ Haley (another odd pairing, BUT, hear me out, I think she'd ask him for help fixing her iPhone or iPad or something and at first, would be kinda annoyed by his aloofness, but then somehow would make it her mission to make sure this boy had the 'sweets;' like she would bake him a cake every week and hope something else would break just so she could see him again; he would think she's spoiled and annoying at first, but gradually grow to appreciate her artistic abilities - like seeing her out in the rain one day photographing frogs and the river and being impressed with her work; also he would secretly stalk her Instagram just so he could figure out where she was in town and casually 'bump' into her; I could see him being super into black & white photography; as Haley softens up and matures a bit, he could see himself pursuing her; and she would be totally down to follow him to Zuzu so he could pursue his dreams)

+ Claire (from SVE - it would start with them both wanting the same book at the library; of course, Seb would let her have it, but she promised to return it when she was done and let him check it out, and she stays true to her word; these two are both quiet individuals so I could see them reading together on a rainy day in the library, and seeing each other often enough, asking what the other is reading, and then gradually it becoming a habit to sit together; another girl he would introduce to digitized books; also Claire strikes me as a secret geek, totally down to try DnD and enjoying Journey of the Prairie King)

Sam

+ Scarlet (from SVE - technically not a romance candidate, but I like the idea of these two together; she is into anime and theater and cosplay and he likes her geeky side and how enthusiastically she talks about it with anyone who will listen; plus I think, she would appreciate his wicked guitar skills)

+ Emily (a little weird as a pairing, and she is an older woman, BUT, he likes how she takes care of him, bringing him a scarf on a windy day, giving him a Claritin when his spring allergies get bad, carrying around a first-aid kit when he bangs up his elbows and knees skateboarding, and keeping an eye on him when he's drinking at the Saloon; I think she enjoys having someone to take care of, someone who is carefree and happy-go-lucky like she is and open to trying anything)

+ Sophia (from SVE - what can I say? I think Sam is attracted to smart, competent, independent women; I also think they would bond because her parents died when she was younger, and he deeply misses his dad, even after Kent comes back and is suffering with PTSD; Sophia would help him through navigating it having navigated it herself; and she would appreciate his joy in life, plus I could see them both being geeky together)

Lance

+ Abigail (think of the adventures these two could/would have - enough said)

+ Scarlet (from SVE - for similar reasons as Abigail - I think she would enjoy going on adventures with Lance)

+ Leah (they are both strong and independent people, dedicated to their work, capable of being on their own for awhile, but I do think the passion would burn hot between these two)

+ Claire (SVE - she would swoon a little, to go on adventures she has only read about, and he would love to show her the world *cue Aladdin music now*)

+ Olivia (SVE - a little odd at first, but she likes that he is worldly and traveled and he appreciates her voracious appetite for literature and her cultured background; they are intellectual equals)

Victor (SVE)

+ Maru (I just love the idea of these two together; she might come over to borrow a book about astronomy and they would stay up late into the night discussing space exploration, robotics, and engineering; these two intellectuals would always enjoy each other's company and help the other with their projects; plus they both understand what it's like to have a 'hovering' parent and wouldn't mind escaping together every once in awhile)

+ Penny (another intellectual pairing; I also think he would take good care of her and enjoy spoiling her, maybe even designing a home for them to live in as an engineer; and she would fall madly in love with his library and adore how he had read all the same books she has)

Gus (not really a love interest... but... I couldn't help myself)

+ Penny (yes, you guessed it, she is attracted to men who can take care of her, and secretly loves being spoiled; they would work together in the community garden, and he always ensures she has enough food at home; she appreciates how he has always looked out for her; while kind-of a dad figure to her, now as an adult, she sees him in a whole new light - and finds herself feeling things she never thought she would; and he always saw her as much too young for him, but he admires her resilience and is beyond flattered when she confesses her feelings to him; age is just a number, right?; plus these two would be great teachers together, maybe cooking classes in the newly restored community center; and then some sensual cooking and foodplay in his apartment)

Clint

+ Sophia (SVE - as two respected business-owners in town, they would initially have that in common; after being rejected by Emily, Clint's heart is tender and raw; he doesn't think he will love again; She takes some projects to him and appreciates his attention to detail; she finds herself lingering even after she's dropped something off or after she's paid and picked up her item; one day she asks him to deliver something out to her vineyard, but then he gets stuck during a snowstorm; she cooks him a meal, something he hasn't had in a long time; he is touched by her generosity and hospitality; Sophia longs to make him feel better and to help him heal after rejection, but she's super shy and he's a bit too; so maybe she starts with an innocent invitation to dinner after that first one they had by accident because of the snow storm, but then they start enjoying a few meals together, and a glass of wine/beer at the Saloon, and soon he's walking her home on Friday nights, until one night... she invites him inside for more than just a nightcap... and...)

Who's your favorite? Any particular pairing from above that you'd like to see me write together in a "headcanon" post?

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rayraygo1267 · 8 months

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More Amenath Headcanons because they’re both hot and deserve more love

Note: Amelie lowkey being Gabriel’s competition rn

Amelie is pansexual and Nathalie is bisexual

Nathalie is the more protective in the relationship, which Amelie finds hot

Amelie is very ticklish and loves when Nathalie tickles her

Sometimes Amelie will roll on top of Nathalie in the middle of the night but Nathalie (though uncomfortable) finds it too cute to move her

Amelie is more likely to cry over small things (she is very emotional especially when it comes to relationships)

Amelie’s biggest fear is losing Nathalie because she knows she wouldn’t be able to handle losing another loved one after she lost her sister Emilie

Nathalie likes coffee and Amelie likes tea (her one exception being Starbucks)

Nathalie loves playing with, braiding and stroking Amelie’s hair

When Amelie gets jealous she makes it very evident and will often make a point to make sure Nathalie knows that she’s hers (making out with her in public, giving her revealing hickys etc.)

Nathalie sometimes feels like she isn’t good enough for Amelie

Amelie is definitely the more kinky one (she’s pretty much down for anything) but she still respects Nathalie’s boundaries

Sometimes it’s hard for Nathalie to open up to Amelie which hurts her immensely

Amelie loves giving Nathalie neck kisses

Amelie and Nathalie love to go swimming together

Amelie loves Rosé wine

Nathalie is the big spoon and Amelie is the little spoon but once in a great while, whenever Nathalie’s feeling down they like to switch it up

Felix once overheard Amelie and Nathalie “doing it” and told them very loudly to keep it down

Whenever Adrien sees Amelie or Nathalie he always asks for all the tea on their relationship (but of course in a discreet polite way)

Amelie always wanted a kitten so Nathalie got her one for her birthday

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 5 months

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Pleasure Is My Business: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Summary: You’re brought back to your high school days with this case. You put that behind you when you graduated, but life has a funny way of bringing you closer to the person who made your life miserable back then.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

Larry was reluctant to send everything over but he did it. So, when you walk into the police station the next morning, Hotch already has all the files on the desk. Spencer is in the break room getting some coffee and you join his side to get the day started with some caffeine.

"Tonight is the first night of the reunion," he says.

"Fine, I'll go for a couple of hours and say hi to everyone. I don't know why they deserve it since all of them treated me like shit. I'm pretty sure they still hate me."

"You're an FBI agent. It doesn't matter what they've done with their lives. You're helping so many people despite what they've done to you. Nothing else matters."

"You're absolutely right," you grin and kiss him.

You two grab coffees for everyone before heading over to the empty conference room. Hotch is already on the phone with Penelope as everyone shuffles into the room.

"This guy is richie-rich. Eighteen cars, six houses, and three boats. Can you even boat in Dallas?"

"When you're talking about that much money, ten grand for a call girl is like deciding where to go for dinner," Emily says.

"I have half a million over here for something called the bat cave, and here's a picture of him as fetish Batman. That is wrong," JJ shudders and shows the picture.

"Is there anything this guy didn't like to spend money on?"

"Yeah, his ex-wives. Fielding was married four times. He didn't have prenups in the first two, but he did everything he could to cut off his ex-wives."

"Are there children involved?" you ask.

"Yes, with three of the wives. Hoyt Ashford was married a few times, too, wasn't he?"

"You know, considering that when Kevin takes me to dinner and a movie, he defaults on his student loans," Penelope divulges. "This amount of money is sick."

"What did you find?"

"All three of our dearly departed rich guys were embroiled in bitter court battles over how much to pay in alimony and child support, and even when the court ruled in the wife's favor, these three charmers just decided not to pay."

"Garcia, can you generate a list of high-profile Dallas CEOs who are holding out on their ex-wives?" Hotch asks.

"One loaded losers list, Dallas edition, coming at ya. Penelope out."

"So, why would a prominent businessman who could easily pay child support refuse to?" you ask when Penelope hangs up.

"For this type of overachieving personality, paying money after the marriage ends probably offends him."

"They're spending tens of thousands on an escort, but they won't drop a dime on their wife and kids? That's cold," JJ shakes her head.

"Meanwhile, most prostitutes come from broken homes and she's listening to pillow talk. That could serve as some sort of trigger about how their ex-wives are cheating them out of money, and how their kids are nagging them. It's everything that these men take for granted that she never had."

"Should I assemble the police for a profile?" JJ asks.

"I don't think it's gonna help. She lives in a completely different world than they do. The same thing goes for the news-watching public. The CEOs who sleep with her won't admit to it."

"I couldn't even get past the team of lawyers protecting them," JJ says.

"What if we give the profile to the corporate lawyers? They've cleaned up after her even if they don't realize that they've seen this woman," Hotch suggests.

"Every time we've approached them, they've circled the wagons. What makes you think this is going to be any different?"

"She's putting them at risk, too."

"I'll gather the lawyers."

As soon as JJ gathers the corporate lawyers, your entire team stands in front of them to deliver the profile to them. There are about three dozen lawyers in the room of all different backgrounds. You scan the entire room only to stop at someone you recognize. This man used to go to the same high school as you in Dallas. He ran in the crowd that bullied you the most, though, he doesn't seem to recognize you.

"We're looking for a white woman between the ages of twenty-five and thirty. She's being paid between ten and fifteen thousand per session, and she's very well versed in the world of money and privilege."

"Even though she's a call girl, she doesn't look like one. She could pass as a businesswoman or a co-worker. You've probably written up her personal expenses as losses such as shoes, jewelry, and clothing. Your bosses pay her in cash, but they may also be paying her in other ways like taking care of her, getting her a new car, and even paying for her medical bills."

"She probably didn't grow up with a father figure, and she is now turning that rage toward clients who walk out on their families," Emily adds.

"What's going to happen once this woman is caught?" one of the lawyers asks.

"She'll be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law."

"What about the other men she's sleeping with, the ones she doesn't kill? Will they be prosecuted?"

"Right now we're concentrating on stopping her from killing again."

"That's all well and good, but our employers are going to ask us about the risks involved In cooperating with an FBI investigation," another lawyer asks.

"Tell your employers that the risk is not only a physical one. She's compromising privileged information as well. After she sleeps with these men, they talk to her. It's part of the release they get in seeing her. All that dirty laundry you've worked so hard to cover up, she knows it. As long as she's out there, it's not just your clients that are vulnerable. Your firms are, too," you warn.

"Excuse me," a young woman speaks up from the back. "I'm Allison Barnes. I'm a lawyer at Webster Industries where Joseph Fielding worked."

"This is really not the time," Larry tries to stop her.

"We'd like to hear what she has to say. Go ahead, Ms. Barnes."

"A while back, I looked at some paperwork that Mr. Fielding filed about a penthouse downtown. I asked him what he'd be using it for, and he just kind of chuckled and said it was for a friend. Is that the kind of information you're looking for?"

"Do you have an address?" JJ asks and walks over to her.

"Please heed our warning. We're doing our best to get to her before she strikes again. Thank you."

Before the man you recognize can leave the meeting, you walk up to him with a friendly smile on your face.

"Jason? Jason Gavins?"

"Yeah? Don't tell me I'm in trouble," he jokes.

"No, nothing like that. I'm Y/N. We went to North Dallas High School together. Do you remember me or am I just coming off as creepy?" you chuckle.

"No, I remember you. I'm just shocked that you're here. Wow, it's been a long time."

"How have you been?"

"Good. I can tell by your badge that you've been good, too. Wow, the big FBI, huh? I always knew you'd do something special like that."

"What do you mean?"

"Come on. I'm assuming abilities like yours don't go away over time."

"You're right," you chuckle. "This might be a stretch, but did you happen to get a reunion invitation?"

"Yeah. I think it'll be fun to go for a night. Are you going?"

"Maybe for a few hours."

"I hope to see you there," he flirts.

He leaves just as Spencer joins your side.

"What was that about?"

"He and I went to high school together here in Dallas. He ran with the crowd who bullied me, but I don't think he remembers it."

The penthouse that Allison gave JJ is definitely home to the unsub. She must be staying here in between kills. You enter the penthouse knowing you're going to see the same blue energy, but it's driving you crazy not remembering who it belongs to. This place is too clean to have someone live here, which means she might have a different place to live. An initial sweep doesn't come up with anything out of the ordinary, but after spending some time in the bedroom, a few things pop out at you.

"Do you have anything?" Derek asks.

"No, and she seems too smart to leave a receipt lying around."

"Check this out," you say. You open a jewelry box that houses expensive rings and bracelets. "She's got a lot of high-end designer jewelry here, and then this." You pick up a small ring that's not like the others. "It's way too small to be an adult's. She probably kept it from her childhood."

"It's a purity ring. By wearing it, you promise to save yourself for marriage," Emily explains.

"She broke that promise a long time ago." Derek opens her closet doors only to find a leather suit used for sex. "Hey, Y/N, got a whip?"

"Nah, I'm not into that," you laugh.

"There are antique first editions on the bookshelves," you hear Hotch say from the living room.

"There's nothing identifiable. No pictures or sense of personality. Her lifestyle is completely disposable."

"Well, these aren't just for show." Hotch points to the books. "The spines are cracked. Somebody's been reading these. You know, we profiled that she learned to fake privilege. What if she's not faking it?"

"You're saying maybe she came from money the whole time?"

"Maybe."

The living room phone rings, and for some reason, you know that the call is meant for the FBI. It's like someone knows the FBI is in this room right now.

"Y/N or Prentiss should answer. If it's a customer, she'll get more information out of them," Spencer suggests.

"Unless she's calling in for her messages."

Derek takes out his phone and gets Penelope on the line.

"Yeah, Garcia, we're getting a call to this line. Can you work some magic?"

"I don't have a trap-and-trace in place yet. Give me a few."

"Prentiss, get ready to vamp. She's gonna work it."

The machine picks up the call, patching in whoever is calling.

Hi, it's me. You know what to do.

"Aaron. I know you're up there," the unsub says. "Pick up. Aaron Hotchner."

How the hell does she know who Hotch is? He must have run into her without knowing she was the unsub. Hotch looks at everyone before answering the phone. The machine is still on, so you're able to hear her side of the conversation, too.

The thing is, you've heard this voice before. You know this person. At some point in your life, you've either run into this woman or knew her, but where?

"Hello? I'm at a disadvantage. You seem to know my name, but I don't know yours. Can we start there?"

"I thought I could trust you, Aaron."

"Who says you can't?"

"I want to. I even looked you up online. Is that strange?"

"No. It's flattering to be noticed by a woman like you."

"I thought you were so upstanding. I watched the presentation you gave on school shootings. I found it posted on YouTube. For a moment, I actually thought there were still good people in the world."

"I've disappointed you, haven't I? Just like all the other men in your life who've walked out on their families, who deserve to be punished."

"Did you walk out on your family?"

"No, my wife left me."

"Do you have kids?"

"I have a son."

"How often do you see him?"

"I try to see him every week."

"Do you see him every week?"

"No, I don't get there as often as I want," Hotch sighs.

"I believe you, but don't compare yourself to the men I see. You are nothing like them. You're just another whore."

"How am I a whore? You come when called. You do their bidding. In hotels, you take the side elevator to avoid crowds while the men who pay your salary walk across the ivory marble foyer into their cars, but I'm just frustrating you, aren't I?"

"Garcia, anything?" Derek whispers into his phone.

"I'm on the landline, triangulating the cell. Give me sixty seconds."

"What do you mean?" the woman asks.

"You want to show the world all these bad me, and my investigation's just getting in your way."

"No, Aaron. You're not doing your job!" she yells. Your eyes widen in recognition at the exact moment you figure out who this woman is. You cover your mouth to keep your gasp from getting out. "You don't want to arrest me and don't want me in custody because you're in their pocket. You just want me to disappear, just like they do."

"Truthfully, I'm only interested in finding you. You've been betrayed so many times. You don't know who to trust, and that's why that first murder felt so good. However, each one since has been less and less satisfying. You know that's going to continue. Am I right?"

"Yeah," she whispers.

"Come to me and turn yourself in. I will make sure that you get the help you need. I won't let you disappear.

"If we met under different circumstances, I could believe that. I won't let you cover this up."

A gunshot goes off on the other line before she clicks off. She's killed another man, another victim in her pocket.

"Garcia, talk to me," Derek says.

Penelope got the location of the phone call, but as you suspected, the man, Trent Rabner, was already dead inside his car. The only thing to go off of is the phone call she had with Hotch, and it's only until everyone is back at the station do you reveal where you know her from.

"I know who our unsub is."

"You do? How?" Hotch asks.

"The first time I saw her energy at the office firm in the elevator, I recognized it immediately. I came across this woman at some point in my life. The next crime scene only made me realize not only did I come across her, I actually knew her. Then, I heard her speak over the phone and when she got so angry, it clicked in my head.

"Her name is Megan Kane, and I went to high school with her here in Dallas. I caught her and a teacher having sex which resulting him getting fired. She became the laughingstock immediately. Everyone was talking about it. She got so pissed at me, but our unsub is her. My high school is having a reunion, and I'll put all my money on her being there tonight. One of the lawyers we talked to will also be there. He might have seen her or talked to her. He was one of her best friend's boyfriends in high school."

"Have Garcia get us everything she can on Megan Kane," Hotch says. "Morgan and Prentiss, go talk to the lawyer and see if he knows anything."

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fortuna-et-cataclysmos · 1 year

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I am very curious how they'll translate the Agreste family conversations in the English dub because there is so much nuance expressed at a grammatical level.

Nathalie says to Adrien "Allez, filez, vous allez être en retard."

This is such an interesting sentence. It translates as "quick, you'll be late [to school]" but:

The "you" is plural. She does "vouvoiement" when speaking to Adrien, which is something you do when speaking very politely, usually to someone who is higher than you in social hierarchy. It is similar to "usted" in Spanish.

But the verb "filer" is such a colloquial term. It belongs to the "registre familier", a way of speaking reserved to friends and family. "Allez, hop, file!" is something you'd expect to hear from your parent.

I find the clash of the most and least polite forms in Nathalie's speech very fascinating. It is like she is trying to give Adrien the motherly love he deserves but doesn't want to replace Emilie as his mother. So even when expressing her care for Adrien, she passively reminds that she is working for them.

In fact, earlier the same episode, in the kitchen, Gabriel asks her to call him by his name instead of "Sir", to which Nathalie reacts very poorly, expressing that she won't call him that.

Later on, when she incapacitates him, she says:

I became your bodyguard, your right hand, your friend, and even more than that... But now it is over. You used to do all this by your love for Emilie but now you do it because you're crazy.

Let's remember those times when Nathalie was providing support to Gabriel in a romantic way. When Adrien asks her about her first love, Nathalie is thinking of Gabriel and Emilie, so there surely is some romantic tension and possibly history between the three.

It seems to me that Nathalie has overindulged herself in her relationship with Gabriel and kind of forgot her allegience to Emilie at one point. In this regard, the turning point is in Evolution.

Ok, I went to quite a tangent here, so in summary: Nathalie speaks in a way to remind both Adrien and Gabriel that she is not willing to replace Emilie. She just respects her memory too much for that.

#miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #ml season 5 #ml passion #ml analysis #from fortuna #nathalie sancoeur #gabriel agreste #gabenath

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i-turned-the-emperor-to-dust · 10 months

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EMILIE VS AMELIE DEBATE

I know this is a hot topic at the moment, leaning heavily in Amelie’s favor, but I'm still convinced it's Emilie, and that a lot of people are going to have a rude awakening once Season 6 hits.

So, just to clarify.

I know the leaks aren't "canon" and that they should be disregarded, but in all fairness, how? It's impossible to pretend we didn't see something when we obviously did, and these leaks were EVERYWHERE. Most of us didn't seek them out; we stumbled across them when we didn't want to.

But even if you disregard the leaks, there are enough context clues to support the Emilie argument anyway. So we'll get back to that.

First of all, WHY would Gabriel be okay leaving Adrien an orphan? In Emilie's video, she spoke as if Gabriel would be there to raise him in her place . . . but after getting cataclysmed, he knew that was no longer an option.

So if he really had a "change of heart" wouldn't it make more sense not to make a wish at all? Why is it okay to sacrifice himself to save Natalie but not Emilie? Yes, Natalie cares for Adrien, but she's not his mother. I refuse to believe that after everything he sacrificed, Gabriel would just shrug and decide, "Oh well. Adrien will be fine without us. I'll respect Emilie's decision and save Natalie instead."

…Natalie. Who ignored the video too and helped him terrorize Paris for nearly nine months? Who used the peacock miraculous willingly even after knowing what it would do? Who eventually defied him at every turn and even put him in a headlock?

He’s okay saving her because she didn’t request it in a video? 🤨🧐

And if he can only "theoretically" save one, why would he EVER choose his secretary over the love of his life? Over Adrien's own mother?!

I mean, I know Natalie was a good secretary, but damn! 😅

So just to recap: This is a video he had already seen, a video that failed to prevent him from becoming Hawkmoth in the first place. Yet now, right on the cusp of having his wish granted, he suddenly chooses to respect her last wishes??

A wish that would leave their “miracle” without a parent??

Doesn’t it make more sense if his epiphany was actually this: Emilie doesn’t want him to sacrifice someone in order to bring her back to life—

“No one should have their life stolen from them because of a mistake that we made.”

—so he finally hears her, and resolves that no one else will take her place?

After all, Gabriel’s life is already forfeit, so he doesn’t need to trade someone’s life for hers. So by choosing to sacrifice himself instead of an innocent, he’s respecting Emilie’s wishes, ensuring Adrien won’t be alone, and fulfilling his goal to bring his beloved wife back to life.

It’s not like he wanted to live without her anyway. 🤷‍♀️

And that decision IS huge because it means Gabriel is finally giving up on his ultimate goal: To reunite all three of them as a family. That’s the big "wake-up" call he gets, not that he shouldn't make a wish at all or that Natalie deserves it more.

Like he told Ladybug . . . originally, he was willing to sacrifice anyone:

“In order to bring Emilie back, someone else will have to disappear! In order to heal the wound that Cat Noir inflicted on me, someone else will have to be wounded!”

“Someone else. But who?”

“Anyone. No one matters except us.”

That's why he asked Marinette to keep his secret. He really was making a sacrifice by giving his son the parent he deserves, rather than damning an innocent so they could both be in his life.

He could have been selfish. He could have made the decision to save himself anyway.

But he saw his wife’s video.

But what about balance?! How could he bring two people back?!

This show retcons like no other. Trust me, they'll find some BS reason to explain how it was possible. They'll either use Gabriel's lines about the "heart and soul" to explain it away; or they'll claim he wished the peacock miraculous was never broken, so neither woman was technically ever ill.

The possibilities are endless. They'll think of something, or pretend they never said it. 🤭

Either way, again - why would he choose Natalie over Emilie??

Then there's the other context clues.

If Gabriel used his wish to cure Natalie, then why is "Amelie" the main focus in this shot? Shouldn't she be in the background so there's no confusion?

I've read: "But Amelie should be at that party!"

Why? Not every significant adult was there. Tom and Sabine weren’t? And there’s one very obvious reason why Amelie isn’t: If she's there and that's Emilie, then the jig is up. If both twins attended, then the mystery would be solved, there'd be no debate, and we'd all know that Adrien's mother is back. It's the same reason crucial shots were cut from the storyboards.

They're trying to create buzz, mystery, and anticipation for season 6. It's simple marketing. They really don't need another reason, guys.

But let's listen to Astruc and look at the final scene closer.

Why is Emilie's memorial statue removed? Symbolism? No, it's because she's alive. Why did the mansion suddenly get a flowery, idyllic update? Is Amelie helping Adrien process his grief by installing a swimming pool? No, it's probably because Emilie is back. Why is Adrien smiling and happy, and free to make out with his girlfriend so soon after losing his father? Because he hated Gabriel? No, it’s because his sadness is mitigated by his mother's miraculous return.

Adrien loved his father. Even after everything he put him through, he never stopped caring. So even if he did die for a good cause, it’s normal that he’d be sad and depressed. The fact that he isn’t absolutely traumatized is yet another reason why that has to be Emilie.

For me, nothing makes sense otherwise.

These kids are celebrating something, and it can't just be Monarch's defeat, not when the cost was Adrien's father and they're having this party at his house. There are a million other places they could've gathered to commemorate the end of Monarch terrorizing Paris.

But it makes perfect sense if it was Emilie's idea. If Emilie is trying to cheer her son up following the “martyrdom” of his father. It's not like Natalie or Amelie would've suggested it, and I doubt it was Adrien or Marinette's idea or any of their friends. They know Adrien's grieving, so I doubt "let's throw a party" would've entered any of their minds.

But Emilie . . . planting flowers, bringing life back into the house. It fits.

And if a Tibetan temple can suddenly reappear after being destroyed 172 years ago and nobody bats an eye, then why can't a fashion mogul's wife? For her, it's only been a year 🙄. And as an explorer/adventurer, there are soooo many ways they could explain her return. The only thing limiting them is imagination.

And let's be real, most of us had a gut reaction at her appearance and it was "OMG, is that Emilie?!" It wasn't until Thomas Astruc baited us and this theory started making its rounds that we suddenly started second-guessing ourselves.

Apparently what we "need" is to be gaslit constantly?

Because story and character-wise, if that's not Emilie, then what did Hawkmoth/Shadow Moth/Monarch even die for? He literally wasted nine months terrorizing Paris for what? A commemorative statue? 😅 I mean, I knew he was incompetent, but that takes serious skill.

And finally, back to the leaks.

Now that the finale has aired, and spoilers are less of an issue, here's a friendly reminder that yes, leaked scenes do exist that seem to hint heavily at an answer. If you're trying to pretend they don't or are claiming the moral high ground, then by all means, don’t look. However, I still think it’s only fair to include ALL the evidence, not only what’s convenient or Astruc-approved. And since these leaks are already out there (by no fault of our own), it’s too late to shove them back into their box and pretend they don’t exist.

So if you’re curious and want to know all the facts as they currently stand, then click below.

(⚠️ There ARE leaks below ⚠️)

Here's that lingering shot everyone was demanding from the finale: It exists in limbo as a deleted scene on the cutting room floor.

And I know some people are claiming the writers simply "changed their minds" but they can't just suddenly decide that's not Emilie. A change THAT significant can't be made on a whim. It would've shaped the ENTIRE story moving forward. This had to be something they had planned from very early on in the season, if not sooner. Not a choice that was made during last minute editing.

Plus, there's the following scene to consider: In the script, Adrien says his mother gave him the rings, but in the storyboard, you can clearly tell that the line was dubbed over and suddenly changed to Ladybug.

So why remove these scenes at all?

Again, to keep the outcome of the wish a mystery. It's to drum up interest for Season 6, that's all. Anything they lost by omitting them can be rectified in the next season: This show LOVES to backtrack.

Lastly, there's this. The 3D model is even marked Emilie:

I’m sure there are things I’m forgetting, but I think that covers most of it.

So in conclusion: Even though the internet has done a fine job trying to convince us it’s Amelie in that final scene, I still think there's much better reason to believe it really is Emilie.

You're not required to agree, but I had to throw this out there because I'm seeing a lot of people getting vocal and loud about one side of the argument, and seeing relatively little on the other side. So if you've read this far, consider this a friendly way of preparing you in case season 6 does end up going in this direction.

It's better than convincing yourselves otherwise and being blindsided later on.

#miraculous ladybug #ml recreation #ml recreation spoilers #ml season 5 spoilers #ml season 5 finale #emilie agreste #ml season 5 #emilie vs amelie theories #ml confrontation #amelie graham de vanily #enjoy this while you can #I wouldn't be shocked if it got pulled #gabriel is still an ass #don't be mistaken #what kind of arc ends with a pointless self-sacrifice?#let Adrien be happy #(that final scene was the ONLY thing I was spoiled on)#although I really thought it was a dream #stupid twitter

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batrachised · 9 months

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Hi! I'm so excited that there's a Blue Castle book club happening, it's one of my favorite L. M. Montgomery books and also one of my favorite books of all time and seeing all the posts have made me so happy! I'm planning to reread Blue Castle via audiobook so I can catch up soon! :D

Also, I would love to know your thoughts on Jane of Lantern Hill - I love Jane, and the ending where her parents get back together always makes me cry 💜

I also loved your Blythe kids ranking post, my favorite is Rilla but Walter is a close second, and I have such a soft spot for Rilla/Kenneth.

Anyway, thanks for listening to my rambling, your blog is amazing and I'm thrilled to see more l m montgomery/blue castle fans come out of the woodwork because of the book club!

Oh my gosh...someone asking me my opinion of Jane of Lantern Hill? Giving me an opportunity to talk about my FAVORITE LM Montgomery book??? A GIFT

First of all, about the blue castle book club: WELCOME!! I'm excited to read your thoughts as we approach these next chapters!! It is also one of my favorite LM Montgomery books and favorite books of all time, so I'd like to commend you on your taste. 😌 Rilla and Walter absolutely deserve the top two spots in the Blythe kid ranking as well!

I've written a post about Jane before, but I'll happily repeat some of my thoughts here.

I think Jane of Lantern Hill was one of the last LM Montgomery books I read. After reading so many, you develop expectations about who the main character of an LM Montgomery novel is. Without fail - Anne, Emily, the Story Girl, Rilla, Pat, Valancy Stirling- all of them are dreamy, sensitive, and poetic. This definitely ranges - Valancy is more acerbic than Anne, who is gentler than Emily, who is less ditzy than Rilla - but I think it's safe to say these are the hallmarks of an LM Montgomery main character (excluding short stories - never forget alexander abraham).

Jane is a wee bit of an outlier in this respect. While Valancy pores over John Foster, and Emily and Anne write poetry, and the Story Girl keeps audiences spellbound--Jane is noted to be brilliant in math. She definitely possesses many of the hallmarks listed above, from hating ugly houses to having a flair for reciting, but Jane has a hard practicality that isn't quite as present in the others. Unlike Anne, for example, Jane is very down to earth. That's why she's probably (okay this changes like every day but still) my favorite LM Montgomery heroine; I find her competence and sense appealing.

Now that I think about it, the book shares a lot in common with the Blue Castle. Much like Valancy, Jane is miserable at the beginning of her book, and much like Valancy, the book focuses on her finding a safe space and making it her own in a way. However, if The Blue Castle is romantic, Jane of Lantern Hill is cozy. It is extremely re-readable to me because it is the epitome of cozy. Jane also has to learn to stand on her own two feet and gain her own autonomy, but on its on a homier scale than Valancy's is.

Andrew Stuart is also one of my favorite male characters LM Montgomery has ever written. He holds strong in the top three with Walter and Barney every time. He's technically (on the most technical of technicalities) a romantic interest, but the lens of the book is Jane, and so the lens on Andrew is as a father - and this, this is where the book really shines.

Also, as I've written before, Jane of Lantern Hill is about father-daughter relationships in the most heartwarming way. Jane of Lantern Hill is a love story, but it's the love between a father and his daughter. Andrew Stuart, for all his flaws, is an exceedingly likeable character. Jane--and through Jane, the reader--feels safe with him, and it comes through on almost every page. I think this is what makes the book so cozy. It's the story of a little girl who lives a very cold and lonely life, only to find someone who loves her very much and in that someone, a home.

#also the grandmother is one of the best villains lm montgomery has ever written #jane of lantern hill #lm montgomery

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†𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘, 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐵𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑀𝑦 𝐴𝑟𝑚𝑠†

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛 (𝙴𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎)

𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙿𝙶

𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎: 𝙿𝚛𝚎-𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗

†

The darkness of night surrounded them, the only light was the stars above.

They laid side by side in the grass in the secluded field, neither caring about the mosquitos that nipped away at their skin. They had each other, that was all they cared about.

In Heaven, they were lieutenant Lute of the Heavenly Host, and princess Emily Seraphim. Both played their respective roles, keeping it professional in public. They didn't hold hands, touch, or even seem to be affiliated with each other outside of work.

But tonight, down on Earth on a little date, alone, in human disguises? They were just Lute and Emily. Two idiots in love. Two lovers who couldn't keep their hands off of each other. Two lovers who would die for each other. Not that it would ever happen. Angels couldn't die.

They didn't have the light of their halos tonight, no. They didn't have their wings either. Humans didn't have wings. They used their legs a majority of the time.

It was nights like these they both enjoyed. Lute could drop her stoic, professional attitude, and Emily could drop some of her carefree attitude and calm down. Being cheerful all the time was hard. Keeping people happy all the time was hard.

There were no such thing as hard days in Heaven. But this wasn't Heaven, this is Earth. They could talk about their stress and insecurities freely here.

“And then he SHUT THE DOOR IN MY FACE!” Emily crossed her arms over her chest, pouting. “Can you believe that, Lulu? He was so rude!”

Lute hummed to let her know she was paying attention and to continue.

“And then he had the AUDACITY to tell me to go frick myself!”

“But that's my job!” Lute shot up into a sitting position, eyes narrowed.

Emily sat up. “Exactly!“ She paused, “Wait, what?“ Her face went red as Lute stood up, smirking. She held a hand out for Emily to take, and when she did, she helped the younger woman up.

“Yknow, Emily, that dress looks beautiful on you.” Lute complimented, taking Emily's other hand into hers and moving the other down to Emily's waist.

Emily threw her other arm around Lute's shoulder and smiled. “Your eyes look pretty.”

“You always think my eyes look pretty.” Lute pressed a kiss to Emily's forehead, Emily nuzzling her head into the crook of Lute's neck with a hum. “Because it's true.”

“Mm, fine.“ Lute started to slowly move with Emily, their steps starting out sloppy at first, but eventually gaining rhythm as Lute started humming softly.

Emily listened intently, trying to figure out what it was. She couldn't place it. “What song is that?” She asked, as Lute gently spun her and dipped her.

Lute held her in the dip, smiling down at her. “Perfect, by Ed Sheeran.”

Emily raised her eyebrows.“I know the song.” She nodded, “But you never struck me as someone who listenes to Ed Sheeran.”

“Well, this particular song reminds me of you.”

“How so?”

“Just listen, sweetie.” Lute pulled her back up and they started moving in time again.

However, instead of Lute humming this time, she started singing the words. “When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful. I don't deserve this, darling you look perfect tonight..”

Emily smiled, and this time, she was the one to dip Lute. “Well, it reminds me of you too!”

Now it was Lute's turn to give her a confused look, but she didn't say anything.

“Can I tell you how?” Emily asked, and Lute nodded.

Emily brought her back up and started singing. “I have faith in what I see. Now I know I have met an angel in person, and she looks perfect~”

Lute blushed at her words, scooping Emily up into her arms and holding her close. Lute was far from an angel, Emily didn't know that though. It scared her to think about what would happen if she did.

But that would never happen. If Emily didn't know, she couldn't get hurt.

She wouldn't hate Lute.

She wouldn't leave Lute.

Emily would be safe.

“Darling, just kiss me slow...” Lute brought her lips to Emily's, who returned the kiss with a smile. She was confused when Lute sat her down.

“Your heart is all I own...”

She was even more confused when Lute got down on one knee. Was her shoe untied?

Lute reached into her pocket. “And in your eyes, you're holding mine...”

Emily's eyes widened as she watched Lute pull out a beautiful real diamond engagement ring. She covered her mouth and tears pricked her eyes. “Lute...“

Lute smiled up at her, calm and collected. “Em? Will you make me the happiest woman in Heaven and-”

Lute wasn't even able to finish, Emily was already in her arms. “Yes! Yes!” Emily clung onto Lute like her life depended on it. “Of course, yes!”

Lute wrapped her arms around Emily, smiling.

“Really? Sera won't be happy.” Lute teased.

Sera wouldn't approve of this, for reasons Emily would never know. But Sera wouldn't be able to object for those very reasons as well. So fuck what Sera thinks. Emily was hers. She loves Emily.

“Who cares?” Emily shrugged, “We're both consenting adults.” She stood up, slipping the ring onto her ring finger. Lute stood up right along with her.

“Luella...” Emily pulled out her full name, and it made Lute nervous. Had she done something wrong? “How did you afford this?”

Her job. Her job that Emily didn't, and couldn't ever, know about. That's how.

“I have my ways.“ Lute smiled. “Let's just say I have a well paying job.”

Emily seemed satisfied with that answer and smiled. “Alright, I'll take your word for it!” She wrapped her arms around Lute and pulled her close.

“I love you, Lute...”

Lute returned the hug and laid her head on Emily's and took a deep breath, breathing in the lavender-smelling scent of the seraphim's hair.

“I love you too, Emmy.”

END.

#emilute #AngelicSpear #emily x lute #lute x emily

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ohhhhh @television-overload fic is making me think. (the fic)

'the truth is what connected mulder and scully' — the truth is what they both care about. in demons, mulder makes a last ditch effort to get answers about samantha through an unsanctioned, dangerous & experimental treatment. he couldn't save scully and she deserved answers. but he never tells her about her ova, how he learned they were used along with other abductees' to create hybrids. he had them tested and they weren't viable. (this cold language kills me.) mulder couldn't bear giving her more bad news (and that's what it was, at a time she was being forced to face what happened during her abduction and still couldn't). and he only tells her when she finds emily, when she asks for his help despite what he believes about emily. and he does help her. he will always give her what she wants, do as she asks (he has to try). (it's so rare for her to ask directly.)

i do think mulder was concerned about what would happen if he was her donor, but mulder could never deny her. i'm sure his desire for children factored in too, but it's scully who made up his mind. it was soul crushing for scully, and he was her lifeline. her touchstone. like. of course amor fati is all about mulder understanding who has always told him the truth.

scully always told him the truth, what she believed to be the truth (what she made the truth). and mulder tried to protect her from it and learned...he couldn't. not telling scully how dangerous their work was didn't stop her from being abducted. when she did know, it didn't stop melissa or his father from being killed. not telling mulder the truth killed his mother (metaphorically, and maybe his father too).

the truth is something mulder & scully both value. and when it's to much to bear, they help each other. scully has always drawn on mulder's strength when she feels weak. the respect they have for each other allows this even as she held him at a distance. mulder has always depended on her strength, her science & medicine, her rationality. he drew strength from her too.

#mulder and scully #the x files #txf meta

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emmafallsinlove · 11 months

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what is your brutally honest opinion on rory and logan?

i'm telling myself i don't want to be a hater but i am even though there are parts of their relationship i grew to love he's the worst. he's the king of manipulation, making it all about him, doesn't respect her space and always thinks he knows better & he has the worst fucking life. everything is a game to him, an ultimatum, the way he calls rory 'ace' is just the worst turn off ever. she is barely herself when she's around him, she barely reads books, 'their' apartment is basically his even though they living together so it feels like she's just having the longest sleepover in his place. every time he makes plans just for the two of them (or at least that's what rory is assuming) it ends up being an event with other people in it. he never stood up to what is father said to her and basically let her drooped out of yale, never did anything to help her go back to school, never did anything to make her go talk to lorelai again. he is love bombing her with gifts and coffee carts and all those stuff. he buys her a birking bag and honestly rory doesn't care about any of it. the bridesmaids 'accident' was the biggest red flag that he has over stayed his welcome. being a jerk to rory's friends, never show up when it's important to her but rather he's gonna spend millions of dollars in vegas instead of showing up to lane's baby shower party.... he doesn't even try to know rory and her friends and her world all he ever does is try to change her to fit into his. he humiliated her in front of her entire class along side finn & colin so honestly i don't get what was so fucking funny in it. he has no respect for rory, no respect for lorelai, he is just.... he steals from emily and richard when he has this dinner thing at their house and then make sure the maid who desperately needs the job (i am assuming) gets the blame on it. he steal a fucking yacht with rory & doesn't even care she needs to do a community services while he does nothing and never held any consequences for his action. treat people that don't have lots of money as they below him (as with marty) and doesn't understand what's wrong with that. says he would factor rory in & she should do whatever she wanna do and then breaks up with her because it's marrige or nothing. having an affair while being engaged and just - god, i don't love them. maybe rory was good for him for helping him change a bit in s7 but he was never good for rory! she deserves better & i'm so glad she said no to him.

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Prompt request: Hotch buying Em lingerie (ideally both a scene of him in the store and then when he gives it to her). Love your stuff so much, TIA!

Hi Anon! Thank you so much, it's always so fun to know that people enjoy these little stories of mine!

Title: Save a piece for me Summary: Aaron buys Emily lingerie for her birthday, but neither of them expect that just the sight of silk would drive him absolutely insane Word Count: 3.6k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, oral, lingerie, dirty talk, rough, multiple orgasms

October 12th, Emily’s birthday. She had never liked celebrating it and Aaron had always respected that. But every year he would give her a gift, something small that shows that he’s been thinking of her and they would spend the evening wrapped in each other if they weren’t on a case.

This year they weren’t, had gotten back the day before and Emily’s birthday just happened to fall onto a Saturday. So Aaron wanted to celebrate, just a little, because he loved her and she deserved the best that he could give her. But he knew that his girlfriend would fight him on expensive gifts and lavish dinners, so he had decided to get her something that they could both enjoy, that she wouldn’t turn away.

He finds himself in the lingerie store the day of her birthday, surrounded by bras and panties, stockings and nightgowns. He looks around the store, his eyes naturally falling onto the blacks and the reds and the lace, knew that Emily loved red and would probably chose that for herself. It had been his first choice, to buy her something tiny and red that he could rip of her body without a problem.

But then he sees something shiny in the corner of his eye, a dark, rich green corset hanging on a hanger, a matching thong beside it. He steps closer and tentatively reaches for it, feels the silk under his fingertips and an image of Emily in the emerald green flashes in his mind.

“Do you need help finding anything?” A cute clerk, young and blonde is suddenly beside him.

“I don’t think so.” He looks between the clerk and the corset before deciding right then and there that he wanted it. He gives the woman Emily’s size and she nods with a familiar smile.

“For your wife?” She asks casually when she comes back.

“Girlfriend.” He gives her an easy smile and watches as she grabs a black box and puts the lingerie in wrapped in delicate tissue paper.

“I’m sure she’ll love it.”

That same night Aaron follows her to their bedroom after dinner, his hands on her hips as he walks behind her.

“What’s this?” She asks with a smile as her eyes finds the shiny box on the middle of the bed. She knew that box, had bought lingerie from that store before and knew how much Aaron loved when she did.

“Something pretty, for my pretty girl.” He says as he kisses the back of her neck, his breath hot on her skin. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

“Honey, you shouldn’t have.” She tries, but her smile is too big, showing exactly how excited she is and she reaches for the box slowly. She pulls on the pink silk ribbon as Aaron stands behind her, his hands moving under her clothes as he continues to leave hot open-mouthed kisses along her neck and shoulder. She can already feel him against her, hard and straining inside his slacks and it makes her fingers shake slightly.

“Open it.” He whispers and he feels her shiver as she gets the box open and then pulls the corset from the box with a low gasp.

“It’s beautiful.” She whispers as she holds it up, her eyes scanning the small details of lace and silk. Her focus on the lingerie is cut short when she feels his fingers on her jeans, popping the button and fingers sneaking their way inside her panties. “You don’t want me to put it on?” She asks breathlessly, her head falling back against his shoulder at the first swipe of his fingers against her clit.

“Later.” He tells her, his voice thick with want. “Right now, you’re going to come on my fingers, then on my tongue, and when I’ve had my fill of you, you’re going to come on my cock.”

Well, how was she supposed to argue with that?

He comes home a couple of weeks later and hears her in the bathroom as he makes his way towards their bedroom. The sound of water running lets him know that she’s brushing her teeth, a habit of hers that drove him crazy, the fact that she’d leave the tap on while brushing her teeth. But the irritation is quickly gone as he sees the green corset and panties laying on their bed, she still hadn’t worn it, they hadn’t had the time.

His mouth goes dry at the thought of her wearing it and without giving it a second thought he opens the door to the bathroom just as Emily bends down to spit in the sink,

“Hi honey.” She smiles, toothpaste still at the corner of her mouth. The smile is gone the moment she sees the look in his eyes, dark and wild, his eyes sweeping over her as she stands in nothing but one of his old shirts.

“Did you wear the lingerie without showing me?” He asks and it comes out low and she immediately shivers.

“No, I was going to try it on but I didn’t think you’d be home yet…”

He doesn’t let her finish whatever else she was going to say, his body already buzzing with want and he pushes her against the sink as his lips finds hers. He hears her muffled sound of surprise when he lifts her onto the sink and smiles at the way her legs automatically open so he can stand in between them.

“What’s gotten into you?” She asks once they break apart, his lips already nipping at her jaw and down her throat.

Aaron wasn’t completely sure, all he knew was the moment he laid eyes on the green silk on the bed his mind was blank with everything but how badly he wanted her. He licked over her pulse as his hands gripped her hips to pull her to the edge of the sink.

“I want you.” He mutters and Emily smirks as her hands find his belt. It clinks loudly against the ceramic as she gets it undone but neither pay it much attention as she pushes his pants and boxers over his hips.

Emily looks over his shoulder at the lingerie on the bed momentarily, briefly wonders how he would react once he actually saw it on her if just the fact that she was supposed to try it out got him like this. The thought was gone as quickly as it came, his fingers dipping inside of her and curling making her moan into another rough kiss.

Aaron pulls back to watch the way her eyelids droop as he pulls pleasure from her body, her lips parted and swollen as she breathes soft puffs of air against his face. She was gorgeous and he was his and that thought went straight to his cock.

“You’re so pretty.” He growls and her lips curl into a smile as a flush spreads over her cheeks. She kisses him again, licks into his mouth as his thumb rubs over her clit making her grind against his fingers.

“Fuck me.” She breathes desperately against his lips, her body already screaming for him.

He doesn’t need more encouragement than that and with strong hands he pulls her from the counter only to turn her around.

“Look at yourself.” He whispers against her ear before pulling the shirt of her body. There was something about the image of her completely naked and him still in his suit behind her that caused another surge of arousal to rush through his and one hand tightened on her hip while the other moved to gently hold her jaw. “Look how pretty you are.”

Emily couldn’t look away even if she tried, her eyes fastened on their reflection as he slowly pushed inside of her. She whimpered at the stretch, her eyes rolling back in her head as he pressed as deep inside of her that he could. When she looked back at him, her breathing hitched at the dark stare of her boyfriend, his jaw clenched tight as his cock twitched inside of her.

“Baby, please move.” She rolled her hips back against his as he breathed against her ear, a low grunt falling from his lips making her shiver. But he didn’t move, only kept his eyes on her as she started to move against him, creating friction for the both of them.

Aaron watched the need on her face, saw the way her eyebrows furrowed in frustration and heard the low whines and whimpers as she desperately moved between him and the sink, and smirked against her neck when her hand found his hip as she tried to get him to move. He waited another few moments, until she breathed his name with a warning tone and then quickly thrusted against her.

She hadn’t expected it, the force of his thrust almost making her fall forward and she quickly braced herself against the sink. He kept her against the sink, the porcelain pushing into her hipbones as he found a rhythm behind her. She could see the desire on his face, saw the same mad want reflected in her own eyes as he fucked into her with heavy pushes of his hips.

“Make me come.” She pleads and Aaron growls against her shoulder, his teeth bared as he bites into her skin. The pain of the bite is quickly overthrown by the pleasure of his finger on her clit. He rubs it in tight circles as his hips move harder and she arches into him. Her breath is fogging up the mirror, her heavy breaths coming in between needy moans as he pushes her towards the edge quickly.

“Look at yourself when you come, I want you to see what I see.” He huffs out as he pulls her back by a grip on her hair. “Look how fucking sexy you are when you come on my cock.” Aaron continues to rub her clit as he keeps her up by his hold on her hair and when she clenches around him he smirks knowingly. “Just like that baby, that’s my good girl.”

Emily comes with a breathless cry, her body spasming between his body and the sink and she just barely hears his words of encouragement against her ear. She keeps her eyes on their reflection, sees the way her chest heaves and the flush on her skin as she continues to tremble. Then she looks at him, his dark eyes staring at her and she clenches around him.

“Let go.” She breathes and his hold on her hair loosens and his fingers on her clit disappear and then she feels his large hands on her hips, his grip close to bruising as he fucks into her with shaky thrusts. “I want to feel it.” She encourages him as his groans grow breathy. She clenches around him again, pushes back against each of his thrusts and it’s not long until he’s coming with a sound resembling a growl.

His eyes stay on hers as he comes inside of her, his hips twitching against her as he presses as tight against her as possible. The pleasure of his release makes his brain fussy, the sound of her voice slowly bringing him back to himself as his hold on her loosens.

“That was so good, honey.” She smiles as she turns in his arms, a small whimper leaving her at the feeling of him slipping out of her. She kisses him softly, when she pulls back he keeps his forehead against hers. “Come shower with me.”

Aaron nods, the exhaustion finally hitting him as she works on getting his clothes off.

“I swear, at some point I’ll actually manage to wait until you’re wearing the damn thing.” He jokes between slow kisses and gentle touches and when she laughs, he joins her.

It’s November 2nd and it’s his birthday. Just like Emily, he wasn’t big on celebrating but this year Emily had decided that they would be celebrating. Not that he knew that. He had worked late, just like she knew he would, but that didn’t stop her from lighting candles around their bedroom and pulling out the lingerie he had bought her. She still hadn’t worn it, even though he had bought it three weeks ago, but tonight that would change.

She carefully clasped the small hooks in the front, watched as the corset enhanced her chest and she smirked. She pulled on the small, matching thong and fastened the black stockings she had chosen to the carters. The black heels she decided to wear were high, the heels dangerously thin and when she looked at herself she couldn’t help to feel powerful. She never would have chosen the green color, her lingerie always red or black, but as she looked at the emerald green shining under the soft lights she couldn’t help but to admire her own reflection.

She turned on some soft jazz and there was only a few minutes until she heard the sound of their front door opening and closing.

“Emily?” Aaron called as he loosened his tie and put his briefcase down on the floor.

“In the bedroom.”

He smiles to himself as he hears the sound of music, the playlist more than familiar to him. What he hadn’t expected though, was Emily standing by the edge of the bed, in the highest heels he’d ever seen and wearing the lingerie he had wanted to see her in for weeks. He can feel his jaw drop slightly, his mind blank as he tries to take in everything from the smokey eye makeup, to the way the silk clung to her pale skin, to the stockings and shoes.

“Happy birthday, honey.” She smirks as he slowly looks at her up and down. It was rare to catch Aaron off guard, and she loved that she was able to do that to him.

“I- wow…” He took a step forward, then another and another until he could reach out and toucher her, his fingers moving over the silk. “Gorgeous thing.”

Emily lets him take it in for another moment, but she sees his tongue run over his bottom lip, catches the way his eyes darken and when he crashes his lips to hers she does nothing to stop him. She had been excited all day, had waited for this all day and she was already embarrassingly wet.

Aaron groans into her mouth as her fingers move to unbutton his shirt, her hands fast as she gets his suit jacket and shirt of him only to scratch over the exposed skin. He doesn’t stop her when she falls to her knees in front him of, only watches through harsh breaths as she continues to get him undressed. He kicks away his pants and boxers once they’re around his ancles and lets his eyes fall closed at the feel of her warm hand wrapping around him.

To her surprise he’s already hard and she licks the length of him slowly with a smirk on her lips. She takes the tip of him in her mouth and he groans, the sound sending a tingle down her spine. Her eyes stay on him as she takes more of him in her mouth, her tongue pressing against his heated skin as she start to move her head.

“Fuck, you’re so good at that.” He mumbles and she swallows around him, making his knees buckle. He can’t decide where to look, his eyes moving from the way her lips stretch around him, to her eyes, dark and hooded as she looks up at him, to her body wrapped in the lingerie and it’s like his brain malfunctions.

Emily barely catches herself when he’s suddenly pulling her to her feet. He kisses her again, his tongue tasting the precum lingering on hers as his hands once again move over her body. He fumbles with the hooks at the front, a groan leaving him as he struggles to get them undone. After another few failed attempts, his patience runs out and he grabs the cups of the corset and tugs. The sound of ripped fabric makes her gasp as she looks at the green scraps of silk that he throws to the floor before pushing her back on the bed roughly.

He's quick to climb over her, his fingers moving through her folds to make sure she’s wet before pulling the thong to the side. He’s inside of her before she’s even had a chance to yell at him for ruining the lingerie and her head falls back at the sudden feeling of him inside of her. Aaron takes advantage of the skin exposed to him, his lips and tongue tracing over her throat as he moves with forceful thrusts.

“You feel so fucking good,” He grunts and Emily’s legs wrap around him. “soaked, and tight, so fucking perfect.”

Emily isn’t sure how he does it, but she’s coming with a broken sob in only minutes. She knows her nails are probably breaking the skin of his upper arms as she crashes into pleasurable bliss, her moans turning breathy as he continues to fuck into her.

“Jesus Christ.” She gasps as he moves up on his knees and pushes her thighs wide apart. The change of angle makes him hit into her perfectly and she desperately grabs the comforter to try and ground her. “Don’t stop.”

He almost laughs at her desperate plea, knowing that nothing could stop him at that moment. His eyes rake over her straining body, to her heels still on her feet and finally down to her face and he thinks that this is what madness must feel like, to be completely dominated by want for another person. He pants as sweat runs down his neck, his movements hard as the sound of skin slapping against skin mixes with their sounds of pleasure. He watches as Emily moves one hand from the cover to her clit, her fingers rubbing over the nub fast.

“Do it, come again.” He tells her, his voice almost unrecognizable, dark and breathy and he feels Emily clench around him again. His fingers dig into her thighs as he forces them further apart, his hips moving harder against her and her moans get louder.

Emily feels her second orgasm ripping through her hard and fast, the pleasure of it making her back arch and through the haziness she feels Aaron’s lips on her chest, his lips wrapping around a nipple roughly. It isn’t until she feels him moving up her body, his mouth ghosting over her jaw that she feels the world start to come into focus.

“Breathe, you have to breathe baby.” He whispers and she takes a few desperate breaths. He slows his thrusts as she comes down this time, only pulls back once she lets go of the comforter and he flips her spent body around.

“Aaron,” She breathes as he straddles the back of her thighs and thrusts inside of her again. “fuck.” Her eyes drift close as he pushes her down against the bed, his broad chest tight against her back as he groans his own pleasure into her skin. His thrusts turn slower, long and deep as he forces her to feel every inch of him.

“Give me one more.” He whispers against her ear and she nods through her exhaustion. His hand moves under her body and finds her clit, his fingers rough against the sensitive nub and she whines, breathy and low.

She feels him everywhere, lets him build up the pleasure slowly. His thrusts are getting sloppy and his groans are coming out louder and she knows that he’s getting close to his own release when his fingers interlock with hers next to her head. His fingers rub her clit faster, his hips push against her harder and she tries to move back against him.

“Come with me.” He grunts and she sucks in a gasp. “One more time baby.” His breath is hot against her ear, his groans rough and it’s enough to send her over the edge one more time. She clenches his fingers hard as she strains through her orgasm. Aaron feels her spasming around his cock, her walls tight and slick and it forces his own orgasm. The sound of her name rumbles through his chest as he comes hard enough to knock the air out of him, his body tensing above hers.

He only rolls off her ones she’s squirming and he lets out a breathless laugh at the euphoric bliss he feels. When he turns his head to look at her, Emily is watching him with a smile on her own face, her cheeks still flushed, her breathing still ragged.

She lets him pull her onto his chest as they lay in silence. He’s slowly moving his hands along her waist, fingers trailing along her spine as they take a few moments to just enjoy each other.

“You did not have to rip it, I know how expensive it was.” She finally mumbles into his neck, her lips curled into a smile.

“It was worth it.” He kisses her forehead. “I’ll buy you one in every color and rip those off as well.” He smiles as she laughs and lifts her head to look at him, a dirty look in her eye.

“Is that a promise?”

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