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#lesbian prentiss rights
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Emily: Make her pussy wet not her eyes.
Derek: Make his dick hard not his life.
Reid: Break his bed not his heart.
JJ: Play with her boobs not her feelings.
Penelope: Get on their dick not their nerves.
Rossi: Always salt your pasta while boiling it.
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ev1llesb1an · 5 months
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if there are at least 5 fanfics abt her fucking a girl with a strap she is NOT STRAIGHT 🗣️
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gaelic-symphony · 1 year
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HAPPY INTERNATIONAL LESBIAN DAY TO THIS LESBIAN SPECIFICALLY
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lilfartbox1 · 10 months
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100% accuracy rate of me reading this. straight off the barrell its #relatable
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icouldbeaduck · 6 months
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"emily prentiss is a lesbian.” i say into the mic. the crowd boos. i begin to walk off in shame. a voice breaks through. "no she's right" i turn around and there she is. paget brewster herself.
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tulipsbymybed · 1 year
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girl I never loved one like you
prompt 4: "Who gave you that black eye?"
Pairing; Emily Prentiss x Fem Reader
Summary; You and Emily have some fun to distract her from your black eye, but she can't let it slide that easily.
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Warnings; 18+ minors the bau will arrest you, lesbian sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, mention of a strap on, mention of shower sex, talk of assault, sexism, black eye obviously, boobs! we all love boobs
(a/n) ayo I'm hot for prentiss as always, loved writing this thanks anon for requesting it!! gif makes me hot under the collar as well ngl we all know what I'm talking about ;) title is a lyric from Junk Of The Heart by The Kooks :)
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Emily was exhausted. Like, about-to-keel-over exhausted. The case had been dragging on for what felt like years (three weeks), and she’d barely spent any time with you as of late. As far as she was concerned the time you spent both working on the case did not count whatsoever. Your role was slightly different than most of the team, specialist and rarely going with them if they needed to travel for a case. Which then meant she was extremely glad when they didn’t have to travel-but in this case, god, it was an absolute nightmare and even though you were all cooped up in Quantico together, it still felt like she’d barely seen you. 
When they closed the case, all she wanted to do was sleep with you for about three days straight, eat some very unhealthy takeaway, then sleep for another three days. She was under no impression that serial killers would take a rest for that long though, and knew she would be quickly called back into work. 
After finally making the tedious climb up the millions and millions of stairs, Emily stopped for a second in front of the door to her flat, knowing you would have let yourself in and were no doubt asleep in her bed right that second. She breathed out deeply, trying to leave work outside one of the only safe spaces in her life. Unlocking the door, she toed off her shoes as quietly as possible and carefully set her bag down, padding to the bedroom without making a sound. 
The door was an inch from closed, and a dim light spilled out, warm and inviting. She pushed the door open and finally set her eyes on your form, curled peacefully under the covers and facing away from her toward the window. Your shoes were by the bed, jumper and trousers chucked onto the chair in the corner of the room and your current read was sat on the bedside table. Moments like this only solidified what Emily had been thinking the past month or so, that she really needed to ask you to move in. You practically lived there anyway, and she longed to come home after a tiring day and know you would be there-she wanted to open the cupboards in the kitchen and see your favourite mugs, she wanted to be knocking over your shampoo bottles in the shower and she wanted to have her way with you on every surface. She could do that anyway, she supposed, but somehow it was more appealing if it was your apartment, not hers. 
She smiled softly at the sight, and began undressing to join you, finding the sleep clothes you had folded for her under her pillow. A few minutes later she slid under the covers, immediately curling herself around your body and burying her face into your hair. One of her arms came to rest over your waist, hand pulling your stomach back into her as she felt the stress seep out of her bones, relaxed at last and able to finally get some rest.
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When she woke the next morning, it was because you were attempting to wriggle out of her arms to get some food. She tightened her grip on you and burrowed further under the covers-you had turned over in the night and your chin was resting on her head, meaning her face was being squished into your chest as she did this. No better place to be. She groaned as you kept trying to prise her hands away.
“Can’t we just stay in bed today?”
“Em I’m starving-”
She pulled you even closer, “Me too-”
You laughed and brushed your fingers through her hair, finally pulling her face away to look at her. 
“What would you say if I said I’ll go and get some food and come straight back, and you can keep me here as long as you want?” You grinned at her, body flushing with heat as you thought about the rest of the day. She squinted at you.
“What’s that?”
“I said what would you-”
Emily sat up a bit further on the bed, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and gripping your chin to turn your face towards the light streaming through the window.
“No-no I mean what the fuck is that? Who gave you that black eye?” 
You swore quietly and pulled your face away from her grip, but she chased you and gently brushed her finger over the redness surrounding it.
“It’s nothing, honestly, I can’t even really feel it, it’s-I just, I was walking over here last night from my apartment and I-I stopped to grab some food but it was late and dark and there were a lot of guys around so I sort of had to shove past them to get through the door and then-” You broke off suddenly and she pulled you closer, holding your head against her chest so you didn’t have to look at her as you spoke. “There-this guy turned around and-and he, oh for fucks sake-he called me a ‘pretty little thing’, said he’d let it slide if I ‘gave him a little something’-” Emily’s fingers dug in to your back as you recounted your story, running through all the places between your apartments where guys usually hung around. You laughed bitterly, sniffling a little, “I obviously said no and he, uh, he lashed out a bit-as you can apparently see.”
Emily tried not to profile you in your out-of-work life together-she had a couple of times when you refused to tell her something that was evidently really bothering you, and occasionally she forgot to switch off and it came automatically. In that moment though, she didn’t feel too guilty about it.
“Of fucking course it was a pervy drunk guy, no one else would be stupid enough to try and take you on. I trust you knocked him down a peg afterwards?”
“Oh no of course I didn’t-you know me, I couldn’t possibly.”
She waited for the other shoe to drop.
“I knocked his mates down a couple of pegs and absolutely scared the shit out of him.” Emily laughed in response and ran her hand up and down your arm, waiting a couple of beats before continuing.
“I bet he’s one of those ridiculous frat boy types, totally called brad or chad or kyle or something-”
You chuckled shakily at her, slipping a hand underneath the hem of her shirt to just feel her skin on yours.
“His mate called him Danny, so not far off really.” She hummed and kissed the crown of your head, cogs turning in her mind. While she was distracted, you slowly crept your hand up further, until you were cupping one of her pert breasts, brushing over her nipple and kissing her collarbone where her shirt had slipped down. “Can’t we just forget about it for today? Or until I’m done here, at least?”
She moaned quietly, hands leaving you to pull at her shirt, “Bold of you to assume we’ll be done with this today but sure-”
You laughed and leaned away to let her pull her clothes off, immediately sinking back down to pepper kisses down the valley between her breasts, rolling her nipple between your fingers with the hand still caressing her. A pleased noise worked its way out of her throat and she pushed your hair out of your face as you moved to suck her other one, biting her lip when you looked up to lock eyes with her and let her flesh go with a wet pop. 
You grinned at her and leaned down to close your lips around her nipple again as you trailed your fingers down her stomach, sliding beneath her underwear and gently tracing her slit. Emily’s hips bucked up into you, always sensitive to your touch-no matter how many times she thought would get used to it, it still drove her wild. Pressing delicate kisses to her breasts, you shuffled down to settle between her thighs, pulling your hand out of her pants to push her legs apart slightly. She slid her hands up to massage her tits, pinching and pulling as you hooked your fingers around the fabric to pull it aside and lay your eyes on her, groaning quietly at her glistening core. You slid the tip of your finger from her entrance up to her clit, spreading her arousal around before dipping shallowly into her and relishing the way her back arched automatically at the intrusion. 
Biting your lip at the sight, you pulled back and trailed up again, other hand laying flat on her lower stomach and reaching to pull the hood of her clit up so you could rub gentle circles over it. Emily moaned loudly at that, head pressing back against the pillow and eyes falling shut at the soft pressure on the bundle of nerves before you relented and slid back down to press your finger into her, stopping when your hand rested flush against her. Your other hand smoothed up and down her thigh for a few seconds while she got used to the feeling, then you hooked her leg over your shoulder and withdrew your finger until only the tip was still inside her. Dipping your head down, you flattened your tongue against her clit while edging another finger into her tight cunt-she plunged a hand down into your hair and whimpered at the stretch, slightly unprepared so it was a touch painful just the way she liked. 
Crooking your fingers, you brushed against her slick walls and flicked the tip of your tongue against her swollen bud. She practically sat up as you did so, pushing her hips against your face and grinding into you as you continued your assault on her. Your eyes slipped shut as she clenched rhythmically around your fingers, pussy practically sucking them back in, and your tongue moved faster against her clit. A hoarse scream left Emily and she fell back onto the bed, legs twitching around your head and cunt so tight you had to stop moving your fingers, just brushing them back and forth over the spongy spot inside her. Her hips jerked one last time as she gushed over your hand-trying to pull your face out from between her thighs, over sensitive already. 
You looked up and she groaned at the sight of your chin slick with her juices, sitting up to pull you into a bruising kiss.
“I think we should take a shower, and-and I can return the favour, yeah? Think you deserve a treat don’t you love? Wanna grab the strap from the draw?”
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About a week later, all of your things were moved into Emily’s apartment. She couldn’t help but appreciate the sight of your things cluttering her surfaces and your clothes sitting next to hers-though at that minute she was appreciating those things in her mind, while she stood leaning against the counter in a busy bar just down the street from where you both now lived. She grabbed her drink and pushed her way across the floor, shoes scuffing on the sticky vinyl, until she suddenly bumped into someone and lukewarm alcohol soaked through her shirt.
“Woah watch where you’re going woman-”
“Sorry, sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean-hey, wait-are you-you’re Danny right??” 
“Huh? Oh, yeah-’course a pretty little thing like you has heard of me, huh?”
Emily grinned and nodded, balling her fist by her side.
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slvt4em1lyprenti2s · 2 months
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Sweetheart
Summary: Emily and you have had tension for a while, and she's always had a soft spot for you and while at her apartment true feeling come to light.
Word Count: 1.2k
Fluff, slight angst, kissing
Pairings: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader
!NOT PROOFREAD!
Legal but significant age gap
(a/n: omfg this is so shit i'm so sorry)
Emily's pov:
"Wait you like her!?" JJ asked me for the millionth time since I told her since I told her I had a crush on the new agent that joined the team. Her name is Y/n Y/l/n, she's perfect. Her laugh is captivating and simply angelic, she's got such a lovely personality that just pulls me in, and she's so goddamn gorgeous.
"Yes, JJ I like her." I'm starting to think telling her wasn't a good idea.
"Oh you so have to ask her out!" JJ squealed in delight.
"Are you insane!? She's like half my age and my subordinate jayj, I can't do that!" My face starts to heat up just thinking about telling her.
"Okay we'll please, think about it! She definitely likes you back em I promise you that much. Before you even try to argue, have you seen the way she looks at you? She's basically in love!" JJ's smile was infectious, naturally I started smiling as well (and because I can't think about y/n/n and not smile).
"I'll think about it okay? Deal?" She looked happy with that answer as she began to leave my office.
"Oh and JJ please could you get everyone into the meeting room, we have a case." I asked politely.
"Yeah of course." She smiled as she closed the door.
I let out a sigh and actually thought about the deal I had just made. I'm going to have to talk to her before JJ (and most likely Garcia and Tara at this point) get to her first. 
I leave my office and go to the round table where everyone is slowly filing in.
"Hello my furry friends, we -clearly- have a case!" Garcia says, her usual chirpy voice echoing through the room. "There has been a serial killer targeting specifically lesbian couples right here in Virginia." Damn. This is going to be a long case.
Time skip to when they've arrived
Reader pov:
Jeez, this case hits way too close to home. Just let us girls love girls. You know?
"Okay, Tara, Rossi you go to the first scene and see what you can find, Derek, JJ and Reid go to the local PD set up and talk to the families, Y/l/n you're with me, we're going to the second scene." Everyone scrambled off to their respective SUV's as we got off the jet.
Just the thought of being alone with Emily was making me nervous. She's so amazing in every way, her smile, her laugh, her nose, her personality. She's perfect. And her hair, the grey hair is doing something to me. But she's my boss and she's older than me and ugh, it'll never happen. Emily always been really close to me though, staying late to help me with paperwork, talks over coffee at lunch, her hand grazing over my back, our fingertips brushing as she hands me a file... I know I'm reading too far into it but I wasn't.
"You ready?" Her soft voice snaps me out of my trance.
"Yeah, I'm ready." I smile at her as we get in the car. I sit down and she looks over at me, making my cheeks flush a light pink.
"You alright?" Emily asked, gently placing her hand on my thigh. My cheeks flush and even deeper red at that simple touch and she seems to cotton on. This is going to be a long day.
"Yea-yeah I'm fine don't even worry" I see her lips pull up into a smirk as we begin to drive, she doesn't show any sign of moving her hand so I just let her be, enjoying the feeling of her warm touch.
Time skip to after the case (cba to write a case sry)
"Hey you." Emily said as she came up behind me and trailed her fingers over my lower back as she came to stand beside me.
"Hey, you okay?" She smiles at me and my knees almost buckle right then and there.
"Yeah I'm okay sweetheart are you?" Oh. My. God. The nickname, you see that puddle on the floor? That's me.
"I'm good." My cheeks flush a crimson colour as she pressed her fingers against my face.
"You're feeling a bit warm, you sure you're okay? Actually don't answer that, you're going to say yes not matter what. You're coming to mine tonight." This wasn't an uncommon occurrence as she's always been protective over me.
"I'm not sick I promise." I say slightly embarrassed because she's the reason my cheeks are so warm.
"Okay but you're still coming to mine, okay?"
"Not gunna argue with that."
"Good, you shouldn't."
We both gather our stuff and get in the car to drive to Emily's.
Time skip to when they're at Emily's
I walk into her apartment and put down my bag, turning to face em.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" She laughed as she spoke.
"No, no. You're fine." I smiled as I shamelessly studied her features, not bothering to hide anymore.
"Honey come on, why are you staring?" She moved closer as she said this holding her hands on my hips and gently guiding me closer to her.
"You're just so beautiful em." I mutter, my breath fanning over her face.
"Oh sweetheart please don't do this to me, I want you so bad but we both know it can't happen. I'm your boss and, I'm so much older than you." She bent forward and placed our foreheads together.
"Emily please-" she interrupts me,
"No love, I want nothing more than to be with you but be realistic. I'll get old faster than you and you'll loose interest and then.." I don't let her finish as I smash my lips onto hers.
My head is spinning as her lips glide over mine in perfect sync. My hand threads through her silver hair and rugs her closet to me, her tongue grazes my bottom lip asking for entrance and I grant her exactly what she wants. Her tongue slips effortlessly into my mouth and she instantly takes control of the kiss. She backs me into a wall and holds one hand on my waist and the other holding my cheek.
We pull away after a while and she still doesn't look like she thinks this can go anywhere.
"Why won't you let me love you?" Tears well up in my eyes, I was trying not to be too emotional but the fact that Emily was denying herself live and happiness because she thought she wasn't good enough broke my heart.
"Oh my love, please don't cry, I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, just let me love you em, please."
"Okay."
"Really?"
I pull her into my embrace and she taps the back of my thighs signalling for me to jump. I'm now clinging onto her koala style, still against the wall, and her head is buried in my shoulder, I'm placing tender kisses along her hairline, telling her how much Ill take care of her and how much I love her.
"I love you."
"I love you too sweetheart."
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agent-leighreid · 3 months
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BAU TEAM MEMBERS...
...BEING JEALOUS OVER YOU
-Part one of two
-f!reader
-!!TW!! Mentions of rape and murder. Sexual innudenos.
-Y/n (Your name)
-Y/l/n (Your last name)
-Written in Y/n's POV (unless mentioned otherwise)
-Part one of two includes Emily, Hotch and Spencer.
-Part two of two includes, Derek, JJ and Garcia.
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EMILY PRENTISS
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"Okay Morgan, she's going to a Nightclub tonight, scouting for another victim no doubt..I need you to-"
"Charm? No problem Hotch, it's in my blood." Derek said, a smirk tugging at his lips.
I rolled my eyes, playfully hitting his shoulder. He chuckled, swatting me away, I raised my hand to attempt to 'hit' him again, but before I could continue, Garcia was calling in.
"Go ahead Garcia" Hotch said, putting it on speaker.
"A little birdy told me, that my Morgan is going undercover at a nightclub to flirt with an unsub?" she questioned.
"Don't worry baby, you're still my number one girl.." Derek spoke, smiling.
I glanced up at Emily and saw her smile, radiant as ever. She met my eyes and if I didn't look away, those pools of perfection would've had mine locked in place forever.
"Oh I had no doubt about that!" Garcia's response brought me back into orbit. "But that's not my issue, sugar" she said.
"What is it Garcia?" Hotch asked, growing slightly impatient.
"Our unsub is a lesbian." she stated.
Everyone's eyebrow raised, and through the corner of my eye I saw Emily look up at me.
"That explains her victimology, could be surrogates for an ex, or a girl who never liked her back.." JJ said.
"Or she could be acting out on her internalised homophobia" Reid suggested. "She grew up Catholic right? Recently Catholic churches have reached out to LGBT members to offer support..but that wouldn't have been the case for her growing up, most likely her parents tried to take her to therapy or they might've even tried to exorcise the homosexuality out of her..she's been manipulated into thinking who she is is evil, and wrong when in actuality she was just never accepted." he said. "Murdering these women is a way of killing that part of herself that no one, not even God, had been able to rid her of. She's trying to compensate for her so called “sins”. "
A small wave of silence washed over the room in the police precinct.
"Well, Y/l/n? Prentiss? Which of you is happy to do it?" Hotch asked, as Derek sadly sat back down.
Again, another small wave of silence until I grew confident and spoke up. "I'll do it." I said.
Yes, I was voluntarily putting myself in harms way but..
Number 1, it's my job
And Number 2, I can show Em I'm not just for the gentlemen.
"Are you sure?" Hotch asked.
"Yeah, we gotta catch this bitch right? And plus, I match the victimology better.." I responded, glancing up at the crime scene photos, my stomach sinking slightly.
"Okay, let's get ready" He said, walking off.
I was given a black satin dress, running from my shoulders to just above my knees. It had lace sleeves and was pretty thin. I shivered as I stepped out of the toilet that I changed in, my given high heels clicking along the floor of the precinct as I walked. While I never wore high heels, they weren't that hard to get used to.
(A/n: that's a fucking lie they're the worst shoes to ever be invented. Torture. And for what?)
I entered back into the room that we were set up in, whiteboards with speculations filling up the space and paperwork littering the desks.
I placed the handbag I was also given on one of the desks, putting my gun and badge inside.
A wolf whistle pulled me from my thoughts as the rest of the team walked in. The whistle came from Derek as he walked in smiling, Emily not far behind him, glaring in his direction. The rest of the team followed close behind, and we went over the plan.
Hotch and Morgan would also be in the nightclub watching over me and the unsub, while Emily, JJ, Spencer and Rossi, along with a number of officers from the police station, waited in SUV's outside. Watching through CCTV and listening through shared ear pieces.
The team got ready and walked out to the SUV's, the cold air hitting me like a brick; the dress wasn't exactly the thickest material in the world. I stopped in my tracks and folded my arms, feeling goosebumps.
"Want my jacket, Y/l/n?" Emily asked, coming up behind me, her warm hand placed gently on the small of my back.
My eyes met hers and I had to thank the city lights for hiding the blush that flushed onto my face.
"Oh, are you sure?" I asked, proud of my voice for staying steady.
"Of course! And hey, it goes with the dress.." she said, draping it over my shoulders as she looked me up and down, before entering one of the SUV's.
I had no idea if I fantasised that last part, but by the way Derek smirked at me while he walked past, wiggling his eyebrows as he followed Emily into the SUV, told me that I didn't.
I got into the other SUV, and we drove to the Nightclub.
I walked inside, music blaring in my ears, making them ache slightly. I glanced over the room and walked to the bar after JJ telling me she was there. I spotted her, and slowly approached the bar.
She sat fiddling with the little umberella in her drink.
"Can I just grab a lemonade please?" I asked the bartender.
The unsub watched me from her seat as I turned to face the dance floor, my arms resting on the bar.
"You not a drinker?" She said, initiating conversation.
Play it cool, Y/n.
"Me? Oh..nah." I said, turning in her direction.
The bartender slid me the lemonade.
"Thank you" I said, digging through my handbag for the money.
The unsub layed her hands on mine, stopping me from looking.
"Let me get this for you." she smiled.
I smiled "...oh, thank you" I said, my tone steady.
"It's no problem, why don't you drink?" The unsub asked, leaning toward me a little.
"Oh...my dad was an alcoholic.." I admitted to her, sheepishly looking down at my lemonade.
"Ugh, Dad's. Don't you hate them" she said, moving one of her legs on top of the other. "Or just...men in general.."
I saw Hotch a few feet down the bar, eyeing us up. "Yup.." I said, popping the 'p'.
"So many treat thier daughters terribly.." she said, taking another sip of her drink.
I didn't respond, but held my gaze.
"I bet I could treat you better.." she said, rubbing her high heel along my calf. "So much better than any man.."
My eyebrow arched as I copied her earlier move of leaning toward her.
"Oh yeah? How would you do that?" I asked, lightly biting the straw of my drink.
She smiled, her eyes growing hungry.
"Firstly.." she started, getting up off the stool.
EMILY'S POV
"Firstly.." she got up off her stool and took another step closer to Y/n.
"I'd show you how much of a princess you are.." she said, running her tongue along her teeth.
"Ew." I said, audibly. JJ, Spencer and Rossi drew their faces away from the computer and looked at me.
"What?" I asked. They said nothing and returned back to watching the unsub, while my eyes darted back to Y/n again.
"What then?" She asked, tilting her head.
"Oh then?" the unsub replied. "You'll just have to wait and see..." she said, paying with the lace of Y/n's sleeves.
I felt my heart leap into my throat.
"Can we go in already?" I asked, impatiently.
"Morgan and I are slowly etching toward them, be ready." Hotch replied.
I let out a breath and made sure my gun was loaded.
"Oh alright Y/l/n.." I heard JJ say, her eyebrows were raised, she sounded impressed.
I looked up from my gun "What?" I asked.
She pointed to Y/n just in time for me to see her tucking in some of the unsub's hair behind her ear.
The grimace on my face was painfully obvious, but I didn't care. I felt my chest roaring with flames of....I don't know what. Watching Y/n like that with someone else just didn't sit right with me. Maybe it was the fact that she was an unsub.
I watched the screen and saw the unsub pouring something in Y/n's drink, Y/n's vision blocked by the unsub's hand that she placed on her face.
"Hotch!?" I questioned, already making my way out of the SUV.
"I saw it, go." he responded.
"Already at the door."
Y/N'S POV
I heard her crush something in my drink, and my smile grew as I masked the slight fear creeping in.
"You're so beautiful" she said, stroking my cheek.
I giggled and reached inside my bag, pulling out my gun. "You're not, F.B.I" I said.
She turned to lose me in the crowd, but was met with Hotch right behind her. Morgan, JJ, Reid, Rossi, the police and Emily all filtered through the party goers, with thier guns pointed at our unsub.
The crowd of clubbers dispersed, some running out of the club, others huddling and watching from the sides.
She huffed putting her hands up. Emily holstered her gun and forcefully pushed down the unsub's arms, tightening the handcuffs around her wrists. "You're under arrest for the murder of 4 women, you have the right to remain silent-"
"I know my rights!" the unsub spat.
"Let's hope you do." Emily replied, shoving her toward a police officer to escort her to a cruiser.
I watched her leave, standing at the bar.
Emily turned to me, placing her hand gently on my elbow. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft.
I looked to her and smiled. "Yeah, I'm good" I smiled.
She looked down at my drink, the powder still visible. "I was scared you were gonna take another sip.." she admitted.
My heart fluttered. "I heard her crush it.." I said sheepishly.
"Crush it?" She asked.
"Yeah, it must've been like a pill or something..I don't know" I said.
Emily met my eyes again, her pupils dilating as she took in my features.
"Actually pills are pretty hard to crush, unless it was specifically made, she would have struggled to crush it without atleast looking like she was trying to. She may have snapped the pill if it had a casing on it but I don't think that's what we're dealing with. Due to how packed the powder is within a pill, a human's finger strength isn't enough to crush it how you thought she would have. Have you ever tried to crush an egg with just one hand? It's basically the same thing-"
"Reid.." Morgan smiled.
"Yeah?" he asked. Morgan just shook his head.
Reid looked back at Emily and I and noticed how neither of us were processing the information he was giving, we were just looking in each other's eyes. We were staring at one another a little too long to just be friends.
"Oh.."
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AARON HOTCHNER
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Was flirting with my boss unprofessional? Yes.
Was I certain I was one lip bite away from getting fired? Also yes.
Did I care? That's another story.
I sat next to Morgan on the jet as we ran through what we had and attempted to get as much information about the unsub as possible before landing in Detroit.
"Well this guy surely isn't organized, his work is sloppy. It's like he doesn't care about getting caught" Hotch said.
"But evidences suggest that he is organised. He's taken forensic countermeasures to ensure we can't ID him..." Rossi spoke from his seat.
"Well...I wouldn't care if it was you taking me into custody either, Hotchner." I said, looking up at him and smiling.
He licked his lips, staying slient. "Morgan, Reid, go the crime scene. Rossi, Prentiss and JJ, talk to the victim's families..see what you can gather. Y/l/n, you're with me at the station." he said.
"Alright Hotch! Friendly remarks aren't a crime now are they?" I asked, holding up my hand sin defence.
"If you're not careful they will be, and plus..they were hardly friendly.." he said, walking off to sit in his seat.
"He loves it really." I say to the rest of the team, as they either hid thier smiles or unshamefully giggled at my antics.
We landed in Detroit and separated, each of us leaving for where Hotch wanted us to go, of course, he kept me by his side. Can't help it can he?
"So are we just gonna set up and wait for the others?" I asked, walking to our given room at the precinct.
"No, not exactly. The Detriot Police already have a suspect in custody.." He said, nodding toward the interrogation room.
"And you were gonna tell the team when exactly?" I asked, looking through the glass.
"They know, I had Garcia notify them as they made their way to where they needed to be. You and I, are gonna crack this guy. Even if he didn't kill and rape those 3 women...he's got something on him.." He said.
I raised my eyebrow. "Let me guess, I should be the one to talk to him?" I said, tilting my head slightly.
Hotch stepped closer to me. "Steven Oaks. He's a typical Alpha Male, one who doesn't lack dominance, he's unlikely to talk with someone a bit too...similar." he said.
I matched his movements and turned to face him too. "So what are you saying, Hotch? You afraid your “Alpha” persona's gonna rub him off the wrong way?" I mocked.
"Not at all, I'm just saying he might take pleasure in talking to someone a little more...submissive" he said, glancing from my eyes to my lips again and again.
I let out a breath and bit my tongue. "Is this an order?" I asked.
He didn't respond, he just held his gaze, and so I stared right back. His eyes, though often darting south, were never drawn away by nearby policemen.
I shook my head. "Pfft, fine. What's my tactic, Hotch?" I asked, approaching the glass and getting a good read of the guy before going in.
"Just see what you can find out.." He said, his arms folded.
I approached the door and entered, not before undoing just one more button of my shirt.
"Listen man i-"
I smiled warmly. "Last time I checked, I wasn't a man.." I said, sitting across from him.
He smirked and leant back in his seat. Relaxed already.
"No..no you are not" he said, his smile not fading.
"Ma'am, I can assure you, I had nothing to do with those 3 women, okay?" he said, sitting up.
"Oh we know, well- I know.." I sheepishly smiled, playing into whatever persona I threw on as I walked in.
"I know what kinda man you are...you wouldn't kill.." I said, my smile not faulting as I began to brush his leg with the tip of my shoe.
He took a breath in. "Oh yeah?" he asked, biting his lip.
As much as this was killing me, I had to play along. It's all fun and games flirting with your boss whom you know (and cherish on that note) but it's another thing doing it with a creep that you're certain should be in a cage.
"So...tell me Steven. How many people are in your gang?" I asked. If I'm totally honest, it was a shot in the dark, the only thing I had to go off was the badly covered up tattoo on his forearm. It was the symbol of a pretty wanted gang in the area after they moved from Canada down to Detriot.
"Oh I have a gang do I?" he asked.
"I assume so, you seem like the type of guy who.. likes to be in charge.." I said, running my foot just that tiny bit higher.
"I am." he said.
I kept my gaze fixed.
He smirked again. "Mulier vivit ut serviat viro suo et viri qui in circuitu eius sunt."
(A/n: I used Google translate, do not quote me that that was a correct translation)
This time, I leaned back and drew away my foot. "A woman lives to serve her husband and the men who surround her." I said, translating what he said. The way this gang was first noticed, was through an investigation of rapes. Each woman was left with a word printed out on an A4 peice of paper, until the rapes stopped and the police were able to form a sentence.
“A woman lives to serve her husband and the men who surround her.”
By the look on his face, he wasn't expecting me to know Latin.
He smirked again though, drawing his eyes away from my face, to my chest.
"Oh the things I would've done to you..." he whispered, his voice low and his breath repulsive.
He leaned forward more, reaching out his hand, probably to stroke my cheek, but before I could move Hotch stormed in, slamming his hands on the table.
"Touch my Agent, or even think about it, and I swear to you, I have a registered Glock 17 in my holster with a new box bullets that I will personally fire into every single one of your limbs, until any low life friends you do have, won't be able to identify your body. The only thing left of you will be those already rotting teeth." He said, his voice stern.
Steven sat back in his chair, unimpressed. Hotch took me by the hand, and placed his other on my waist guiding me to the door.
"Was that a threat, Agent?" Steven asked as Aaron was about to shut the door.
"No." he said. "That was a promise." he said, slamming it instead.
"Are you okay?" he asked as soon as we were back in the BAU's room at the precinct.
"Yes." I smiled. "Didn't you want more dirt on that guy anyway? I mean...was the quote even enough to nail him?" I asked.
"The words left with each of the rape victims were never released to the public, the only people who would know that phrase are the Detectives who worked the case, or the gang members themselves..are you sure you're okay?" he asked again, taking a step forward. It was hesitant, compared to his pervious one.
I closed the gap between us, laying my hands on his chest. "Aaron Hotchner, I am fine. I was doing my job." I said, looking up at him.
He almost leaned in to my touch as he took a deep breath. "If you need to tap out of the case I will happily-"
"Aaron." I interrupted him.
"We've put away a freak, let's work on the unsub we were called in for, okay?" I asked.
His hand found itself at the small of my back, his thumb rubbing soft circles.
"Just let me know.." He said, before turning around away from me, just in time as Reid and Morgan walked in.
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"-It's all maths really.." Spencer had climbed out of his pool of facts and statistics. He was trying to convince Hotch to let him come into the casino with me.
"And plus if..if anything happens then she won't be left on her own.." he said, glancing at me.
"Not that you wouldn't be able to handle yourself..I was simply-"
"Spence." I cut him off smiling.
"Hotch said you come in with me 5 minutes ago." I said.
"He did?" he turned his head to where Hotch was standing.
"Get ready" Hotch said, before turning on his heels and leaving the room.
Spencer turned to me and sheepishly smiled. That same smile in which I'd fallen for.
I exited the room also, to change into something more...gold digger appropriate. Wasn't exactly my style. I wasn't the type to dress so provocatively but if it's to catch a killer, I'll wear anything. I changed out of my shirt and got into the dress I was given, squeezing into the high heels and attempting to but on the mascara.
I huffed in the mirror after slipping for the third time.
"You..need some help with that?" Emily asked, walking into the changing room.
I smiled. "Please" I said, holding it out for her.
She took it and began applying it. "You're telling me you don't ever wear mascara?" she asked, concentrating.
"No? Have seen me with mascara? Or any makeup for that matter?" I asked.
"Well lucky for some...natural beauty and all that.." she said, turning to my other eye.
"Oh please" I said, waving her off.
"What?" she asked, almost offended. "You're gonna tell me you're not beautiful? Because I know I certain man with an IQ of 187 and interestingly enough, his intelligence gets slashed to 60 when he sees you for the first time in the mornings.." she said, smirking.
I tried to hide my blush, but that was hard considering she was right in my face. She turned my head with her fingers and examined her work. "There all done." she said, turning me to the full length mirror, taking in my appearance as a whole.
"Jeez that's a look" I said, slightly grimacing. "I mean...it'd look great on someone else I just don't know how I feel about it.."
"Well you're gonna have to embrace it!" She said, walking out. I followed close behind. "And besides you actually look really hot" she said, winking at me.
I laughed. "Don't let JJ hear you say that.."
Her mouth gaped and she hit me on the shoulder.
"Okay, we're ready" Emily said, as we walked back in to the room.
The others gawked at my outfit, never expecting to see me in something like it, even Hotch raised his eyebrows momentarily.
"Damn, pretty girl" Garcia said from the computer.
"Thanks Penny" I smiled. "Where's..Spencer...or Reid, sorry.." I asked.
"Oh he's just coming we gave him something to wear aswell" Hotch said, pointing to the door.
Spencer walked in, he wore a black jacket with matching trousers and a white shirt, with a number of the buttons undone. His hair a little less styled than before, and a bit messier.
I felt the blood rush to my cheeks in a frenzy, and the fabric around my chest got a little tighter.
"Sorry, I know what time the unsub gets to the casino and I didn't have time to do my hair..." he said, fiddling with a number of strands.
Too flustered to speak, I just did the first thing I thought of. I walked over and ruffled his hair up more. "You look beautiful." I said, and walked out immediately.
My eyes were popped out of my head as I walked away, the team following close behind me.
Morgan began walking next to me. "What was that?" He giggled.
"Derek." I warned, my blush still hadn't faded from when Spencer walked in.
SPENCER'S POV
"Sorry, I know what time the unsub gets to the casino and I didn't have time to do my hair..." I said, trying my best to fix it.
That's when my heart stopped. Y/n walked over, in a dress I'd never imagine her in. I'm sure she wouldn't have put herself in the dress either, but that's not to deny how beautiful she looked.
Sure, her persona for tonight was: 'flirt with and rub up the guy with the most money' (our unsub) but she looked like an angel to me.
"Reid!" Garcia snapped me out of my thoughts from her spot on the computer.
"Go! Everyone left with Y/n when she walked past you" she said, smirking. She disappeared off the screen and I scurried out of the room, catching up with everyone.
Y/N'S POV
"Here are your ear peices, they're small enough so no one will notice." Hotch said.
I put mine in, as did Spencer.
"Okay, Y/n you go inside first, all you need to do is steal his phone, it should be in the inside pocket of his blazer.." Hotch said.
"So my pick-pocketing childhood has payed off.." I said, jokingly.
I made my way inside the casino and let myself settle in. I'm here to find a man with a big prize pot. A specific man anyway.
I wandered from one end of the casino to the other latching onto winners of games until I finally noticed the unsub sat at a poker table.
I looked behind me, noticing Spencer just entering the casino. He saw me, we locked eyes. I reluctantly teared mine away and went and stood behind the unsub.
"Well isn't that a bad hand? Surely you should fold.." I said, looking down at the straight in his hand.
"Call." said the others at the table.
The unsub looked up at me and smirked as he showed the dealer his straight, winning the pot. He handed me a bill. "Why don't you go get us some drinks for the next game sweetheart? A scotch for me if you don't mind.." he said.
I made sure to be overly touchy. "Sure thing" I said, strutting away.
I made my way over to the bar, where Spencer was. "Can I have a lemonade and a Scotch please?" I said, making sure to not drop the act I'd put on.
"Is that Poker over there?" Spencer spoke up.
I faced him. "It sure is, takes a lot of luck.." I said, walking off with the drinks.
Spencer followed. "Or intelligence." he said, beating me to the table and sitting down.
I passed the unsub his drink and we clinked glasses.
The dealer dealt everyone their cards, including Spencer this time around.
Everyone took a brief look at thier cards, and each man tapped the table. They all called.
The dealer flipped over the three cards, resulting in two of the men to fold, the only ones in the game now were the unsub and Spencer.
"C'mon baby, you got this.." I whispered, not so quitely in the unsub's ear, running my hands in and out of his blazer, passing off as just really horny. The game continued as I felt up this little freak until I eventually felt the phone and managed to slip it out, unnoticed.
"I'll raise.." the unsub said, throwing in an abundance of chips.
I looked up at Spencer, trying to tell him that he could fold already as I had the phone.
Instead, he watched me fiddle with the collar of the unsub's blazer.
He said nothing, and just placed the chips in, seeing the unsub's raise.
"Okay, cards?" the dealer asked.
The unsub layed his cards down. "Full House.." the unsub said, smiling.
Spencer didn't even look at the dealer as he placed his cards down, his eyes were glued to mine. "Royal Flush.." he said, his head tilted slightly.
I of course had to keep up my act, so while running my hands down his arms, I slowly walked away from the unsub and over to Spencer, wrapping my hands around him this time.
"Well aren't you lucky?" I said.
He faced me. "It's all maths really" he said, placing his hand over mine as it layed on his chest.
"What do you say I cash in these chips and we...get ourselves outta here" he said, standing up, and turning to face me, his hands snaking around my waist.
I bit my tongue and further closed the gap between us. "Okay" I said. At this point I didn't even need to act turned on. I was.
SPENCER'S POV
We walked, arms linked over to the cashier and exchanged the chips I had for the money.
"You won big tonight didn't you, son?" The cashier said, gathering the bands. I looked at Y/n, examining every inch of her perfect skin.
"I did.."
We made our way out of the casino, and walked down the road a little, before hustling into the SUV.
"Y/n you got the phone didn't you?" Hotch said, his angry eyes not leaving mine until she pulled it out.
"Oh but of course Agent Hotchner" she said, passing it to him.
I faced her again, the dim light in the SUV glowing down on her like she was the center of the universe..well...she was the center of mine anyway.
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blue-babygirl · 3 months
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Would you, possibly, be willing to do Emily comforting a lesbian BAU!reader who’s just been dumped by their gf? 👀 I just think she would be so sweet about it but also so real
A/N: Okay so I'm pretty sure I went off the rails from what the anon actually asked for and just fucked it up but um.... I'll just post it now.
Status Update
Pairing: Emily Prentiss x BAU!Fem!Reader
Type: Fluff/Sweet (I think?)
Description: Break ups can suck. But you have your best friend (and hopefully future girlfriend) to help you out and spend the evening with you.
Warnings: The reader doesn’t seem all that affected by the break up tbh? I don’t think there is anything I need to add here.
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You knew that you needed to figure out a way to apologize to your girlfriend. So that’s what you did on the jet back home. By the time the jet landed, you had a plan in motion. You made a reservation at a restaurant she was talking about and ordered her favorite flowers and some chocolates. The only hitch in your plan was that you couldn’t get ahold of your girlfriend.
Well, ex-girlfriend after the call you get.
“Hey Gar-”
“OMG Y/N! Why didn’t you say anything? When did this happen? You just have to say a word and I will be at your place with ice cream and alcohol and movies!”
“Woah woah woah! What’s this about?” Emily turned to you from the passenger seat as you gave her and your phone a strange look.
“Emily! Good thing you guys are together! And Y/N didn’t tell you? She and Clarise broke up!”
“What?!?” You and Emily exclaimed at the same time.
“What? She updated her relationship status on Facebook… OMG she did it without telling you…” You could quite literally hear the grimace on Penny’s face across the phone.
“No… I- I’ve been trying to get ahold of her since the case ended but it keeps going to voicemail…”
“Oh Y/N… I am so sorry. You know we are here for you, right?” Emily gave you a soft smile as you took a deep breath to try and think clearly.
“Yes! And um… not sure if you want to know but she blocked you… that’s why it kept going to voicemail…” Penelope spoke up, making you shake your head. “Thanks Penny. I’ll see you at the office.”
“Okay. I love you, be safe lovies.” You sat back with a sigh, not sure if it was disbelief, sadness or relief that you felt. You couldn’t believe that this was how Clarise was breaking up with you but at the same time, it was also how she and her friends let people know that they didn’t like them or were mad at them. You felt sad that this is how things were ending after being with her and there for her for the last almost two years. And however bad it might be, you also felt somewhat relieved after how much she had been trying to make you choose between your job and her even though you had made it clear what your job was like and how much you loved it before you even got together.
“You know we are here for you right?” You glanced at Emily, catching her eye. You sigh, contemplating if you should speak out your thoughts.
“I know… Honestly, I don’t really know how to feel. We were together for two years and instead of giving me the courtesy of telling me herself, she just blocked me and changed her status, which honestly hurts. But at the same time, she has been pretty insistent about me choosing her over my job over the past couple months, so this is somewhat of a relief too because I don’t want to choose.”
“I feel you. Most of us seem to have the same issue.” Emily chuckled, but you could feel the bitterness of it. You groan when you remember that you need to cancel your reservations and the orders, knowing that you won’t get your money back.
“I’m gonna have to cancel my reservations and stuff and I’m not even going to get my money back. This sucks.” You take out your phone just as Emily speaks up.
“Well… you can still go? I mean, by yourself or we can go as a group if you want?” “You know what?” You speak up after a moment of silence. “I don’t want to go alone, and the reservation is only for two people. How do you feel about going with me?”
“Like a date?” Emily exclaims and you can hear the surprise in her voice.
“Well… not exactly… but we can do that after I move on from everything with Clarise?” You bite your lip as you shoot your shot.
“Well… a-are you sure?”
You shoot Emily a soft smile as she glances at you, “A 100% sure.”
“I would love that…” You can see Emily blushing under the streetlight as she parks outside your apartment building.
“Perfect. I’ll pick you up in an hour?” You smile at her as she nods, grinning at the blush covering her cheeks. “Emily Prentiss blushing? Never thought I’d see the day.”
“Oh hush! If anybody ever hears about this…” Emily threatens. “No one is going to hear. Your secret’s safe with me Em. Now, I’m gonna go get ready and by the time I get to your place, you better be dressed up Agent Prentiss.” You grin as you tease her, getting your bags and leaving the car.
One hour later, you are standing outside Emily’s apartment building with flowers and a box of chocolate, waiting for Emily to get down. You grin when you see her coming out in a beautiful red dress that doesn’t even compare to the beauty wearing it.
Emily smiles at you as you exchange greetings, blushing when you give her the flowers and chocolate.
“These aren’t the ones you ordered on the jet.” Emily says as she gets into the car.
“No, they are in the trash. I was not about to give you the flowers I bought for Clarise, Em. You deserve a lot better.” You start the car, giving her one last smile before starting to drive.
The rest of the evening is a blur of conversation, laughter and memories being made. You both enjoy a selection of high-quality food followed by an ice cream stop before driving to drop her off at her apartment.
As the night comes to an end, you are sure of two things. One, the two of you won’t be dating until after at least 3 months because according to Emily ‘that is the required amount of time to get someone out of your system’. Two, you are willing to wait an eternity if it means that you can date Emily at the end.
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rose-thorn · 7 months
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tma!sanders sides au bc i’ve been brainrotting over this for the past several days
(@wobblystrawberry helped a lot with this [hiiii])
Remus:
- The Corruption
- the bastard that made me start this whole thing (wanted to make The Stinky Trash Bastard Man, Stinky Trash Bastard Man Squared and it sorta just went from there)
- known as The Duke of The Crawling Rot
- raided the magnus institute with Jane Prentiss (where he meets Logan, they probably start dating sometime in the AU) (both Remus and Prentiss wore raggedy red dresses and Roman got pissy about Remus stealing his color)
- dating Janus and living with him + Annabelle Cane (more on her later)
Roman:
- The Desolation
- known as The Prince of Total Desolation/The Prince of Devastation
- was The Lightless Flame’s attempt to salvage the idea of having a Messiah and all the work that was put into that (a failed attempt at that)
- a lot of “he hurts everyone close to him because of the intensity of his love for them (“also he can’t touch anyone without burning them alive)” going on with him
- him and Jude Perry are lesbian/gay hostility (also Jude pretty much HATES Roman because he’s quite literally the “replacement” for the woman she loved) but sometimes have their moments of coexistence
- him and Virgil have something going on but it isn’t clear to anyone (including me) what exactly it is
speaking of…
Virgil:
- The Dark
- it was close between The Dark and The End but ultimately I went for The Dark
- ascended to Avatar-hood earliest out of everyone else (at like something between 14-17 idk)
- much more on the human-ish end of the spectrum (main thing is his eyes, i’ll drop the design soon i promise)
- Janus (who’ll i get to next) was like a mentor/older sibling figure for him, and tried to get him to become an avatar of The Web (is still trying to do so) which is why 1) Virgil is still closely tied to spiders, and 2) mostly why Virgil Does Not Like Janus
- Virgil still has a pet tarantula that Janus had given him, he’s tried to muster up the will to kill her or get rid of her more times than he can count now, to cut off his ties with The Web, but he just can’t bring himself to do it
- him and gerry (who i’ve decided doesn’t die in this au and instead becomes a fully realized Beholding Avatar) are close friends and most of their interactions go something like:
“You fell in love with the fucking personification of insanity and lies" "big talk for a guy with a crush on the biggest bitch of a fancy dumpster fire" "fuck you" "fuck you" "so you're trying to tell me you didn't name yourself after gerard way?" "i didnt" "bullshit, i bet you heard 'mama' and immediately took his name" (gerry’s trans in this, i make the rules)
- Virgil used to be friends with Julia Montauk before someone got jealous and tipped her off that Virgil’s an avatar (they get less toxic later i promise okay?)
- also he’s sorta friends with oliver banks, they have these “oh hey, it’s you” acquaintances and sometimes sit down to catch up like:
“how’s it going with your vast boyfriend? (mike crew)” “oh yeah a Hunter cop shot him he had to pretend to be dead while Buried for a bit but he’s doing better now, tea?” “how’s your bf in the red?” “my what.” “y’know the Lightless Flame’s Messiah 2.0?” “MOTHERFUCKING ROMAN??”
Janus:
- The Web
- okay yes The Spiral is literally the fear of deception, and yes Janus is literally called “Deceit” but this fits him better imo
- he/she Janus because fuck it
- as i said, tried to get Virgil to become a Web Avatar, still trying, how well this is working out for her is up for debate
- he is pulling all the strings possible to keep Virgil far away from The People’s Church of The Divine Host as possible (whether this is out of genuine care and fear for how being in a literal cult would affect Virgil’s wellbeing or a want to keep Virgil’s connection to The Dark as possible… that’s also up for debate)
- has severe scarring on the entire right side of her face, how did that happen? basically, Mary Keay wanted to test to make sure the Leitner skin book was real, so she hired janus (who also brought Virgil, and that’s how gerry and Virgil met) to help with that, long story short, she then backstabbed him and tried to skin him alive. janus got away but let’s just say she’s pretty damn lucky Virgil was there to get him to a hospital
- dating Remus (and eventually Logan) and lives with Remus + Annabelle Cane
- Speaking of Annabelle Cane, one day while Remus and Janus were just cuddling on the couch, Annabelle just walked in, said “We’re a colony now”, and set up in the spare bedroom s5 style and Janus + Remus were just like “oh-kay?” and went on with their day
- if you’ve ever seen that one “passive aggressive roommate” song on youtube, that’s Janus and Annabelle. both are the passive aggressive roommate.
- spider limbs from his back as well as the several hands thing because why the hell not, it works
Patton:
- The Eye
- mainly the being judged/having your secrets exposed aspects (because in sander sides he is literally the judge over thomas’ morality, his job is to watch over thomas’ actions and tell him whether or not he’s a good person)
- certain people make eye contact with with him and Know that he Knows all the bad things they’ve done, and feel the compulsion to spill their guts, once they start, they cannot stop no matter how hard they try
- after the fact, his victims find a teddy bear sitting on their bed that always seems to be Watching them no matter where they go
- works at The Magnus Institute, where he meets Logan, who, during his transition to becoming an avatar, was one of his biggest supports, since he was going through the same thing, they start dating after a while, and by the time of the Prentiss + Remus attack, they’re engaged (they both fully ascend only a few months after their wedding)
- [insert patton having a moral crisis because he doesn’t want to be a monster that feeds off of people’s fear but he has to and part of him likes it wow this is reminding me of a certain other Beholding Avatar]
- idk how it happens but he still becomes a father figure for Virgil somehow, i’ll figure out specifics eventually
Logan:
- The Vast
- while i absolutely love Beholding!Logan hear me out. the fear of insignificance works so well here.
- he started working at The Magnus Institute a year or two before Patton (and five or six years before the Prentiss + Remus attack)
- i cannot overstate how everyone in the au thinks he’s Beholding: Jon thinks he’s Beholding, Gertrude thought he was Beholding, Gerry, who canonically has an ability to tell if people are marked by an avatar and who, for the purposes of this au is an avatar of The Eye, thinks he’s Beholding, motherfucking Elias/Jonah thinks he’s Beholding, Virgil, Janus, Annabelle, everyone thinks he’s Beholding EXCEPT Remus, who just knows for some reason (at one point when Patton and Logan got engaged Remus was like “damn patton you’re so committed to the eye, wouldn’t have figured you’d marry a vast avatar.” “a what”)
- to be fair, he was like 0.5 seconds away from becoming an Eye Avatar then BOOM BITCH VAST JUMPSCARE (The Eye is immensely bitter) and is partially Eye-aligned
- when Patton and Logan started dating, Logan just kinda assumed that Patton knew he was a Vast avatar
- after Patton learns, the convo goes something like “but- you work with the institute? how are you an avatar of the vast?” “i still need to eat, patton, and rent in central london is not cheap.”“huh.”
- Logan has a tie that Patton got him after learning he was a Vast avatar, the tie has a blue sky that fades into a deeper blue at the top, has some clouds and birds scattered around, and has a colorful sunset at the bottom, he wore that to their wedding and every day after
- there is healthy communication between all parties when Logan starts dating Remus and Janus as well
- probably levitates elias/jonah over the edge of a building for threatening/traumatizing Patton at some point, Elias had no clue that Logan was a Vast avatar until that moment (self-made blind spot, like the one he had around Martin being a threat)
- Jon and Logan would be friends. they just would.
- Logan’s probably the one who convinces Virgil to go to therapy
that’s most of what i have right now, i will probably continue to talk about these bastards + post the designs
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criminalmindsfanantic · 7 months
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Jemily getting ready for a dinner night at Rossi’s
JJ: *is wearing silk pants* How does this look?
Emily: Like its slips on and off really easily.
JJ: *blinks*
Emily: Wait, Jayje, I didn't mean it like that-
JJ:
JJ: Yeah, you did
Emily: Yeah, I did
JJ: If you’re good tonight, we can test that feature *goes back to getting ready*
Emily: *gay panics*
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lucreziaq2001 · 4 months
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•TV show: "Criminal minds".
•Content warnings: A mother believing her daughter committed suicide for many years, the daughter losing her father when she was a toddler, the mother raising her all by herself after her husband's death, the girl dressing like a male and only spending time with boys as a child, the possibility of her being a lesbian, mentions of her death and the possibility of it being a murder, her not having many friends, the girl showing behavioral problems in high school and not being expelled only because her mom funded the school, the relationship between the mother, teen pregnancy (arriving as a happy thing for the girl and her boyfriend), the girl's mom raising her grandson after her daughter's death and her daughter not being as close as the one she had with her father and mentions of people who didn't like the girl.
•Some of the lines are almost the same that are in a scene of the "Cold case" episode this story is inspired by. I did modify them a bit, though. I didn't just copy and paste them.
•Tags: @lex13cm, @golden1u5t, @avis-writeshq, @chrrysgirl, @hugyourlungs, @achillmango, @marie-sworld, @iluvreid, @babygirl-garcia, @rynwritesreid, @strangermoonlove.
The bridge to Heaven
Chapter 3: A troubled girl
First thing after that meeting, also thanks to Matthew, who had told him where the woman was living, the next day, David took a plane to visit Elizabeth Prentiss, Emily's now 82-year-old mother, at Plush Mills Senior Living in Philadelphia, a complex of small apartments for seniors who could no longer live on their own.
There, they were cared for by nurses, but they could also still have some of the independence they had always been used to.
"Elizabeth Prentiss?" Dave called as he entered the common room of the complex, where a group of elderly people, three men and two women, were sitting around a table.
"It's me" a gray-haired, not very tall woman wearing a long black dress replied, standing up and walking towards him.
"I'm David Rossi, a former crime writer" the man introduced himself, then he almost immediately got to the point "I have a few questions to ask you about a murder".
"A murder?!?" Elizabeth exclaimed, clearly concerned "What happened?".
"I think it would be better to talk about it in private" David replied, and when she nodded, the two left the room together.
"I decided to look into your daughter's case" the man then explained to her "I know I'm not a policeman, but the only witness contacted me and gave me some new information on the subject".
"I don't understand. Why after all these years? And also, Emily committed suicide" Elizabeth retorted, obviously confused.
She too, like most people in 1963, had believed the police'sstatements about that case, and perhaps it had also been her pain that had prevented her from asking further questions about that matter.
"From what I know, Emily had a lot of problems. At least, that's what a former schoolmate of hers, the witness I just told you about, told me" David then tried to tell her, hoping Elizabeth would have told him useful to his investigation.
"Well, she lost her father when she was 3 years old and after his death, I raised her all by myself. I did my best, but Emily and I never had the same kind of relationship she used to have with her dad" the woman explained.
"Your daughter dressed and acted like a boy, right?" the writer then asked her.
As a response, Elizabeth nodded.
"Before my husband's death, and for some time even after it, she imitated everything he did. She dressed like a boy, she only hung out with boys even at school. But it was when she was 13 that the real problems began" she then explained to him.
"What kind of problems?" David then questioned.
"She didn't listen to her teachers, skipped school, fought with her classmates. She wasn't expelled from school just because I donated money to the institution every year in high school. Believe me, those years weren't easy, neither for me nor for her" Elizabeth said.
"Excuse these questions, but how far did Emily's unconventional behaviors go? Did your daughter prefer to be with other girls on a romantic level?" Dave ventured, praying that the woman wouldn't close up after questions like that about her daughter.
"Oh, no! She had a boyfriend, Ian Doyle. And in December of 1960, she got pregnant by him. Declan was born on September 4 of the next year and for Emily, that little boy was her greatest joy" Elizabeth replied, smiling for the first time since he had met her "My grandson is 42 years old now and I raised him after my daughter's death. He comes to visit me once a week".
"I see. And can you think of anyone who hated Emily, by any chance?" David then asked her.
"I must admit that she didn't have many friends. Only Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia and Jennifer Jareau. And she also often had contact with Aaron Hotchner and Elle Greenaway at school, but those interactions were a lot less pleasant" Elizabeth responded, and after thanking her for all she had told him, Dave said goodbye to the woman and left.
Thanks to Elizabeth Prentiss, he now knew how to solve that case.
He had to look for the people Emily's mother had just spoken to him about.
He didn't really know why, but he strongly felt one of them would have been the key to solving this case.
Elizabeth, instead, has just been brought back by her mind to her first meeting with Aaron Hotchner.
It was something she would have much preferred to forget, but she knew that apparently insignificant moment would have never left her memories.
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gaelic-symphony · 2 years
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From the CM asks
What's a random hot take you have about the show/a character/a plot?
Oh, goodness, just ONE hot take? I have so many! Hmmmm...to cause chaos and burn shit down, or not to cause chaos and burn shit down?
I'm gonna cause chaos and burn shit down.
The way that a large and worrisome number of people in this fandom (lesbians by and large not included) treat Emily is deeply, deeply misogynistic and terrible. Canon Emily is brilliant, refined, charming, highly competent, worldly, multilingual, fiercely independent and self-sufficient, calm under pressure, and self-assured. Fandom has turned her into this bumbling, incompetent chaos gremlin who is only there for comic relief (as much as I love you, Incorrect Criminal Minds Quotes, I am very much looking at you right now). Hotch stans are overwhelmingly the worst culprits of this misogynistic treatment of Emily, both before she takes over for him as unit chief (e.g. bending over backwards to find ways to justify him treating her like shit when she first joins the team) and after (all the "no Hotch no watch" bullshit). Plus, the very existence of Hotchniss as a ship feels like such disrespect for Emily as a character for two big reasons that go way beyond just me not shipping it:
I literally do not think I have ever seen anyone ship Hotchniss out of a deep and abiding love for Emily. That ship is full of Hotch stans who ship them together because they love and want to obsess and fangirl over Hotch. And like, there's nothing wrong with loving Hotch, but when everyone's shipping a ship out of love for him and not her, that creates a legitimate problem, similar to the problem with the specific way that some (although definitely not all!) Reid stans ship Moreid and Ralvez, because they're taking these really wonderful characters of color and making their stories revolve completely around a fan favorite white boy. And when a lot of these Hotch stans ship Hotchniss out of love for Hotch, they're just using Emily to live out their own fantasy and achieve their own sexual gratification. They're stripping her of her agency, her individuality, and everything that makes her who she is in order to make it easier for them to project themselves onto her. They're taking this strong, wonderful, complicated, beautiful female character--A CHARACTER WHO WAS ORIGINALLY WRITTEN AS A LESBIAN AND IS WIDELY ACCEPTED AS ONE IN FANON AND YES, THAT IS ACTUALLY SUPER IMPORTANT--and making her entire story revolve around a man.
I'm only half-joking when I say that it's lesbophobic to ship Emily with men. Because even though Emily isn't actually, technically a lesbian in canon, in a way, she might as well be. She is so deeply queer coded (and not just queer coded, but specifically lesbian-coded in the way she interacts with women vs. men) and so widely accepted as a lesbian in fanon, and it is so widely known that she was originally written as a lesbian, and Lesbian Emily means so much to so many lesbian fans who are already so starved for any representation at all, that Emily actually does feel close enough to being a canonically lesbian character that it is extremely tempting to say, "fuck ship and let ship, DO NOT ship this character with men, just let the lesbians have something for once in our goddamn lives!" And sure, everyone's allowed to have their own headcanons and their own interpretations of characters, but maybe there are some near-canon characterizations widely accepted in fanon that allow fans from marginalized identities to see themselves represented and better engage with the media they consume (e.g. Autistic Spencer, Lesbian Emily) that deserve a little more respect and deference than, say, headcanons about what kind of music a character likes? So when I say that Emily is a lesbian, I don't just mean that I headcanon her as a lesbian; I mean that she is a lesbian in the same way that Spencer is autistic, even though neither one of those things is actually, technically true in canon. And while nobody's saying that you have to headcanon Emily as a lesbian or Spencer as autistic in order to participate in this fandom, if you consistently create content that deliberately erases Spencer's autism or Emily's lesbianism, autistic Reid stans and lesbian Emily stans may understandably and legitimately take issue with your work for reasons that go much deeper than simply not agreeing with your headcanons.
Anyway, those are the reasons why I actually feel kinda justified in gatekeeping Emily Prentiss from anyone in this fandom who is not either a) a lesbian, or b) a non-lesbian sapphic who headcanons Emily as a lesbian.
Also, I literally do not give a single shit about Hotch beyond just liking him as a character and appreciating what he brings to the show, and I 100% stand by this statement I made in a conversation about Hotch girlies:
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I also believe with every fiber of my being that this is how Emily feels about Hotch, too.
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hiihavebrainrot · 19 days
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Moomin characters, as named by my friend
(all photos are from the book The World of Moominvalley. Annotations from me are in brackets, and the characters' actual names are struck through)
Moominpappa Steven
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he is apparently very distinguished
2. Moominmamma Chef
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She apparently looks like she cooks and hits bad people with her handbag (honestly, not too far off), and also sweeps stuff up with her tail
3. Moomintroll The Autism Creature
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He's apparently cute and has autism hands
4. Snufkin (they already knew who he is)
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He's apparently scrunkly (he is)
5. Little My Onion Child
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They like her, she apparently looks like an onion (not wrong)
6. Sniff The Cheese Hunter
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Their first response was 'what is that thing?'. They then said he looks like he's hunting for cheese
7. Snorkmaiden Fancy
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They like her silly hair. Also they deemed her a femme lesbian (they're right)
8. Snork Elevator Music
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They love him, he apparently looks head empty
9. Mr Hemulen Pooka
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He scares them, he apparently looks like he eats people
10. The Ancestor Hedgehog
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He reminds them of a hedgehog
11. Thingumy and Bob Snoot and Scoot
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They apparently changed their names to match each other because that's how strong their love is. Sometimes, they swap names
12. The Mymble's Daughter Susie
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She apparently looks like she'd say shit about you behind your back
13. The Mymble Mother Onion
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They love her bow tie
14. Too-Ticky Scottish Lass
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(she was done DIRTY by the people choosing which illustrations to use for characters) She apparently gives off 'the Scottish'
15. The Hattifatteners Jane Prentiss' Worms
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My friend's initial response: THEY ATE STEVEN NOOOO
16. The Groke Strange Uncle Jeremy
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When I said that the name kinda fit her, their reaction was OH SHE'S A GIRL, followed by apologising to her, calling her queen, and saying she's still Strange Uncle Jeremy
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supercriminalbean · 1 year
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Things that made me insane during criminal minds evolution:
Written while I watched so enjoy my bumbling mess. Spoiler alert of course.
Episode 7:
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I've seen spoilers this time so I sad oh we. It's mainly only because of Garcia stuff.
The women in the opening looks like my old friend..huh weird.
Why did deputy dipshit do the opening quote gross.
Oh no it's the JJ and Penelope from season 3 scene but worseeeeee.
Emily is concerned and thinking.
Garcia baby you need a friend your obliviously not okay you need support.
Emily is a mood.
So I'm emotionally lately and Papa Rossi with Tara I'm cryinggg.
Okay no. I'm sorry but look I LOVE Tara I do and I get she just got broken up with but hear me out hear. When Luke and JJ almost died they didn't even get to go home for a sleep before they had to keep going on the case but Dave Is trying to get Tara to take 3 days off (hell yes she desever it but not my point right now) JJ in the last episode qas exhausted and honstely she's probably close to a break down and no one e is there for her apart from Will of course but what happened to the team that use to be a family please. It so broken.
I need David Rossi to give me a dad talk or someone to give me a dad talk please.
Where's Luke??? Ughh I'm over the writers.
Oh hi Luke never mind.
I fucking love Rossi and Luke they feed of each other I swear 😂
JJ your so quite baby. Your so pretty I love you.
The deputy douchbag is growing on me.
He was now no more.
Okay I love him again
Am I the only one who ships him and Emily? I mean no what no I don't...
Mm Ellias 😍
Rossi 😳😳 I uh um. I was looking at that yesterday to.
Everytime I hear them mention Reid I get excited but I know it's just teasing.
Boss, JJ, Double Boss. Only Garcia haha baby 😂
Emily freeze definitely scared the fuck out of Penelope you can't tell me otherwise. It scared me.
Emily is scared haha.
Emily same.
Committed to pleasure oh baby that's one type of pleasure huh.
He spent the night at my house..
EMILY GROAN IS ME I LIVE FOR IT.
EMILY FACE IS TO RELATABLE RIGHT NOW WHY IS SO HOT ALSO LIKE FUCK MOMMY?!?!!!
Penelope is scared and then was like a bitch like bruhh
I have to say tho even without Prentiss being a profiler just her being friends with Garcia for so long she knew she wouldn't call him today.
I can not take this episode seriously im sorry I love Garcia right now she reminds me of me this weekend.
I'm also Emily at my friend's decision in men.
The little I love you when she leaves.
Garcia needs to get her shit together but why is Noone asking her what she's up to? Does anyone check in on Penelope and JJ anymore like thoes two were always there for the team. Derek and Spencer were thier supporters and so was Hotch now they gone so just thoes two thinking they are all alone again because they have trust issues someone hug them please.
I'm starting to like deputy director he cool man just don't lie to people man, but damn he good at.
Why is Luke called Alvez by everyone it's weird.
Moose aww, I was also suprised the girl was alive.
Tara baby I wanna hug you.
Garcia please talk to him.
David Rossi I love you but why can't you fucking see that JJ and Garcia are not okay. Thank you.
Haha okay when the deputy director speaks and Rossi stares at him I just shkgfybsuajb fall in idk not love maybe I just need to get laid.
Bailey smile is cute haha dumbass I think you might die soon.
Fuck why is Luke in leather hot
The way Emily glance at him damn.
Okay I was hoping for Lesbian Emily this season ugh.
Mm Elias swearing 🥵🥵 holy crap me I'm not good
Nooo where did grace go???
Bitch don't follow the lights you dumbass
Aww I love this girl haha her view of God is great.
Garcia. Okay I know I KNOW we don't like this Tyler Green situation but his smile when she speaks is cute why can't I get a person to smile like that at me.
I love Garcia rambling its so cute.
Tyler getting it is good I like this it's good.
Um no do not go over!!! At least have Emily or JJ over please!! Or even better Luke... jealous Luke...please.
Ugh I'm sorry but I hate it I HATE it when females think they can push or slap other when annoyed or angry and think it's okay but if a man did it oh hell no. Ughhh Elias your wife annoys me.
Omg he was really so close to killing her and that's kinda hot and sad.. and I need therapy.
Grace and Ashley are awwww.
Bailey is cute and Emily Is adorable.
Bailey didn't lie, not suprise love it.
BAILEY I 100% UNDERSTAND I NEED MORE MEN MY DADS AGE TO DISAPOINT TO. but for different reasons...unless you also uhu.
Come and get it Mother fucker 😂
I hope Ashley lives.
Aww Bailey dumbass put pressure on the wound. I know it's late.
He's so sweet 😭😭 if I'm dying can he hold me please.
Oh no another crush on a fictional man ahhhhh noooooo. No no no. Oh fuck it why not.
Elias shot your wife please I don't like her.
He's not leaving for good it'd just a little while damn. Why they crying are they like not use to this. Doesn't he travel alot for work anyway I don't get it? Do I just have trauma and use to this shit?
Rossi ugh fuck you. Like yes Tara needs love but JJ just seems sad like please something wrong.
Holy fuck Will hi I missed you.
Oh shit 😂
I'm sorry but I love them but somethings wrong.
Noooo the case is closed haha Emily won't let that happen.
Tyler fuck off!!!!
He hot tho and the way he looks at her Is kinda cute.
TYLER SHUT UP PLEASE YOU ARE RUINING MY HOPES FOR LUKE.
I mean he's not lying Penelope Garcia also saved my life.
Her smile her smile her smile!
His smile his eyes.
No shut up Garia ew yes hot yes kinky yes I want you to say that to me (and Luke) but not him.
Like I don't like it but at least we finislly get to see Penelopes love life without stupid Kevin because when she dated Sam (season 9 to 11) IT DISAPPEARED.
NO PENELOPE NO! BAD PENELOPE!
Rossi please get some rest, I'm worried.
Oooh his own kill kit
Rossi gonna get himself killed.
Haha neighbor same, omg the song choice nooooo. Omg no no 😂😂
Okay I'm GARCIA! actually no I'm blaming that line on. KIRSTEN VANGSNESS!!!
THIS SCENE IS SO HOT HOLY FUCK.
His grin, the books,the heavy breathing. She totally rided him hard. But his hair isn't messed up weird.
Okay so um thoughts I know we want Derek go come back to knock some sense into Penelope but I don't think he's going to be that good... you know who we need.. we need and I know the Writers are going to really really struggle on this but um what about bringing but... JJ, Emily and Tara. OH WAIT THEY NEVER LEFT BUT SOMEHOW THE FRIENDSHIP BETWEEN THOES FOUR IS COMPLETELY GONE!!!!!!!!!BRING IT BACK! Or at least JJ and Penelope or please please after season 13 Emily just doesn't seem to like JJ any more. WHY?! GIVE ME A REASON AND MY FAMILY BACK.
Also Luke. Why is he even in the show? If your not going to give him much to do your just fucking us off. WE WANT LUKE WE WANT MORE LUKE.
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slvt4em1lyprenti2s · 2 months
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Sparks
Originally published on my wattpad: slvt4em1lyprenti2s
Summary: You and Emily have had tension for a while now, and it finally breaks.
Word Count: 2k 
Fluff, implikation of nsfw, normal case details, being held by an UnSub (extremely briefly)
Pairings: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader
!NOT PROOFREAD!
Emily's pov:
This case is dragging on, and on, and on. We know who the UnSub is and we're keeping a close eye on him but we have no solid evidence to pin him yet, so we're basically waiting on him to kidnap another woman. 
He stalks them at clubs and then whisks them away with his 'charm' and they think they're getting lucky. But they're not, they're getting an early grave. It's sad but c'mon men are stupid and cruel and disgusting. Ugh men. 
It's hard not to prove the lesbian stereotypes.
Anyway, we're running out of options because this guy just isn't biting, we think he's cottoned onto the surveillance we have in him and is therefore not going to kidnap another woman. We're sitting ducks. We just need a woman he can't resist to waltz into the club he's in right now to resolve this problem.
"You ready?" I hear Hotch say. My interest piqued I look to see who he's talking too and my eyes fall on the y/h/c haired beauty I get to call my best friend. Although I wish it was more. She's in a red dress thats stops around mid thigh, a slit that goes too far up for my liking on her left leg and a plunging neckline that makes it hard not to stare. I come to my senses as I hear her angelic voice.
"Ready as I'll ever be, I didn't imagine I'd be spending my Saturday chatting up a serial killer but here we are." She chuckles, got I could listen to her laugh all day- wait what. She's going to chat up the UnSub?
Rossi must've seen me coming and realised what I'd head as he said "Uh oh, here comes your girlfriend y/n/n." The team all laughed at this as they saw me coming. I wasn't going to stop her from doing her job but I sure as hell wasn't letting her go in unprotected. 
"Take this." I hand her a small pistol that can fit in her clutch, remembering I had been in a similar situation before. 
"Thank you em." The blush on her face is evident to everyone in the room, thankfully no one mentions it. 
As she stuffs it into her clutch she spins to face me and pulls me into a hug. I grip her tightly, my hands resting on the small of her back as I take in her scent. 
"Be careful, please." I plead quietly.
"I will, pinky promise, you know I can't break pinky promises." As she finishes her sentence her pinky makes its way round mine and we each kiss our hand. It's a little tradition we have when we promise something and really mean it. 
Me and y/n/n have had tension for months, I'm not even 100% sure she's into girl but hey, I can dream. 
After this little display Morgan started making kissing noises to which he received a middle finger from me and a 'yeah you wish you could watch' from y/n/n which made the team laugh even harder. 
"As amusing as this is, we have an UnSub to catch, so come in everyone. Let's get going to the SUV's." Hotch said over our laughter.
Time skip to when you are in the bar
Reader pov:
Jesus christ. I didn't know anyone's ego could be this big. He's talking to girls left and right as if he owns them, as if it's his right to talk to them. I actually might throw up. Hotch, Derek and Emily are positioned in different places throughout the bar and Jj, Rossi and Spencer along with SWAT and local PD are surrounding the building so, I'm completely safe.
I fix my face as he looks in my direction putting in my best smile and giving him a flirty wave. He instantly smirks and excuses himself from whatever meaningless conversation he was having with this poor girl and makes his way over to me.
"What's a pretty lady like you doing alone on a Saturday night?" He asks while touching my lower back as he walks up next to me, leaning against the bar.
"Just looking for a friend, you know, the usual." I respond, dragging my finger along my glass of lemonade. 
"I could help with that." He whispers into my ear. God I could punch him right now.
"I'd like that, you wanna get out of here?" I propose trying to get this done as soon as possible.
"Whoa slow down little lady, I gotta get you a drink first. Get to know ya a little." I internally roll my eyes because what he means is 'Whoa slow down, I need to drug you first.' 
He clearly senses my hesitation and puts the dots together. 
"You're not here for a friend, are you?" This time I actually roll my eyes and that's enough for him as I then feel something cold and metal press against my ribs. Shit. 
"Don't make a scene and walk with me." His words are like daggers. Or maybe that's just the actual dagger pressing on my side. Who knows? 
"Eric Mannings, FBI!" I hear Hotch shout with Emily and Derek right behind him, guns out, pointing at him. Immediately my position is flipped, there's now a knife on the throat, not my side. I'm in a headlock, about to get my neck cut and the only thing I can think about is how bad this guy smells and how hot Emily looks in her FBI vest and with her gun out.
He is going back and forth with Hotch until I see Emily out of the corner of my eyes, getting a better position. Uh oh, this is either going to end with a bullet in his body or, Emily's badge and gun on Strauss' desk. I can only hope for the first option. Everyone has been ordered to shoot if they have a clear shot which is exactly what Emily had right now. BANG! I scrunch my eyes as the shot rings awfully close to my ear. 
I feel the grip on my loosen as he falls down on the floor, shot in the neck. Wait why was that hot- OMG STOP. Emily immediately rushes over to me and helps me away from everyone as Derek crouches to check his pulse and everyone else from the perimeter comes in. 
"Hey are you okay?" Concern evident in her voice. 
"Yeah, yeah I'm okay." I lie through my teeth. In all honestly even though I acted okay, I did just get held with a knife at my throat by a homicidal maniac, so you know, kinda shaken up. 
"No you're not." Her tone gentle yet commanding.
"No, I'm not." Tear prick at the corner of my eyes, threatening to spill. 
"Oh honey, come here." She pulls me into her warm embrace and I cling to her.
Honey.
Honey.
Honey.
Like sure we have nicknames but a pet name? Never crossed that line before. Does that mean.. No stop being delusional she'd never like you back.
A few tears escape my eyes as I lay my head on her shoulder.
"Let's go home yeah?" She says, as she begins to guide me out the bar and into one of the SUV's.
"Yeah, that sounds nice." 
Time skip to when you're  back at Emily's apartment.
"This isn't my place?" I question as we pull up to the block of flats.
I look around the familiar neighbourhood and realise we're at Emily's place.
"I can take you home if you want I- uh I just thought you wouldn't want to be alone after what happened, I know I wouldn't. But, I can leave you alone if you want?" She rambled as her hand subconsciously rests on my thigh. My breath catches in my throat slightly at this action.
"No, no, em. It would be really nice to have some company actually. Thank you." A blush creeping onto my cheeks, thinking about spending the night with Emily Prentiss, alone. 
As we walk out the car and into her flat, our hands intertwine. It sends sparks through my body, as cheesy as it sounds. We finally make it to her flat and she gets her keys out, unlocks the door and we walk in. 
"Make yourself at home; do you need anything?" She asks, instantly fussing over me.
"I'm okay, em, really. I just need you." Now it was Emily's turn to blush. She looked to the ground and muttered a quick, 'I can do that' as she walked me to her bedroom. 
I was passed a pair of old sleep shorts and an oversized hoodie with the words 'FBI Academy' written across it. It was the comfiest jumper I've ever worn; and it smelt like em which was a massive bonus. Emily made her way to the bathroom giving me time and space to change into my pj's. 
As I was slipping my shirt off so I could but on the jumper she gave me I heard the bathroom lock click and the door swing open quicker than I could cover myself. 
"Oh god! I'm sorry!" She squeals covering her eyes. 
"It's okay em don't worry about it! We're both girls, nothing we haven't seen before, right? And plus, I still have a bra on." I try to tame the   blush that's infecting my face, but that fails as soon as she responds to my words "I wish you didn't." She says it so quietly I think I imagined it. 
"What was that?" 
"Nothing." 
"I mean I wouldn't object to it, if you're being serious." 
"Really?" 
"mhm"
She creeps closer to me, our faces inches apart. Her warm breath fans across my face as my arms lace around her back as hers reach for my hips. 
"Honey you have no idea what you're doing to me right now." There it is again, that damn name. If she keeps that up I'm going to melt.
"I think I have some idea." 
"Oh really?" 
"Yeah, I think I do."
"Prove it." 
Without a seconds hesitation I smash her lips against mine in a heated kiss. The months of built up tension, flirting, jealousy, all spilt into this one kiss. I feel her hand travel from my waist to the back of my neck and she pressed my head in and deepens the kiss. Her tongue grazes over my bottom lip asking for entrance which I happily grant opening my mouth. I let out a small gasp as she pushes her tongue into my mouth, instantly dominating and not leaving an inch unexplored. 
We pull away and the look in her eye tells me all I need to know. She gently guided me to her bed until my knees hit the edge and I sit down. I shuffle back and she sits next to me pulling me into her lap. 
"Promise me something." Emily says abruptly. "Of course, anything." I respond, wondering where this is leading.
"Be mine, forever. Be my girlfriend." Her dark eyes lock with my y/e/c ones and I immediately respond, "I want nothing more than to be yours em." That's all the incentive she needed to kiss me with that same passion again. Hungry lips make contact with my collar bone, nipping and sucking at my skin, already leaving marks. 
This was going to be a long night, not that I'm complaining though. 
A/N: LMAO THIS WAS SHITEEE. It's okay though it's 1am so cut me some slack and I started writing this ages ago and completely forgot what I was planning to write so I just made it up as I went along. Sorry for the crappy chapter!
ALSO PLEASE LEAVE REQUESTS!!
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