#Emily Prentiss x Penelope Garica

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Moving Forward

Summary: Reminder as always this can be read as a Reader fic but Ella is Amanda Rollins and Olivia Benson’s daughter. Anyways this is the third chapter of the Emily Prentiss Love Story series. Newbie is finally about to meet Emily... or at least she hopes.

Characters: Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, Ella Alina Benson

Relationships: Emily Prentiss x Penelope Garcia (Friendship)

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2244

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“Emmy,” Penelope said making her way into Emily’s bedroom without knocking.

Emily merely rolled her eyes as she turned back to her closet to look for the outfit she wanted for the evening, “Yes Pen. How can I help you today?”

“Newbie is coming over for movie night. What movie do you want to pick for the evening?” Penelope asked flopping down on Emily’s bed.

“Sorry love, I am actually going out tonight.”

The blonde cocked her eyebrow looking at her roommate, “With who?”

“No one you know,” Emily said trying to brush it off, “I will try and be quiet when I come home.”

“Bullshit. I know everyone you know. I know everyone at this university,” The blonde argued.

“Which is creepy Penelope.”

“Which is MY JOB!” Penelope retorted, “Well… I probably know too much about people but what can I say I am a technical genius.”

Emily just shook her head as she started to pull on her v cut red shirt and tight black jeans. She was doing her best to ignore all the questions Penelope was asking until she couldn’t take it anymore, “If I tell you who I am going to see will you leave me alone?”

Penelope contemplated this and then finally nodded. Emily sighed and then told her that she was going to see Marian. Penelope did her best not to let out a large groan and instead merely rolled her eyes at her roommate. She got up from her spot on Emily’s bed and made her way out of the room. The utter silence that the blonde was giving her put a pit in Em’s stomach. Once she was done getting ready Emily sought out her roommate. She found the blonde digging through their DVDs trying to find the best ones for the evening. She glanced up for a moment when Emily entered the room but didn’t say anything.

“Penny, can you please talk to me.”

“You told me to leave you alone,” The blonde retorted putting aside two dvds.

“But I never actually mean it. I always want you to bother me,” Emily responded beginning to pick at her nails, “I can tell you are mad. Can you just tell me why?”

“If you stop picking at your nails.” Emily immediately stopped shoving her hands into her pockets. Once Penelope was satisfied she looked up at her roommate, “I have told you this before and I will keep telling you this until you understand me. Marian is BAD NEWS. She only calls when she wants to use you. She manipulates you for her own benefit and I am so tired of seeing you falling into her trap over and over again. Please Emily…stay here tonight. I really think that you will like the newbie. You are both a lot alike and I promise she is not a weirdo.”

“She promised this time will be different,” Emily pleaded, “Just let me try this one more time. If she stands me up again you can hold it over my head for… two months. And I will take full responsibility for cleaning the bathroom for those entire two months.” Penelope looked up at her best friend and merely sighed, “I would have given you one month of cleaning the bathroom.”

Em let out a tiny giggle, “Now can I get a Penny hug before I go?”

Penelope couldn’t help but smile as she gave Emily a goodbye hug. As she watched her roommate walk out the door she couldn’t help but sigh. Emily deserved more than what Marian was giving her but there was nothing she could do.

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Ella and Penelope were two Disney movies when Emily finally came home. Her presence was only made known by the loud slam of the front door followed closely by the loud slam of her bedroom door. The noise had made both of the women on the couch jump and then a small frown came over Penelope’s face. She promised Ella she would be right back and then made her way to Emily’s room.  She knocked a couple of times but when there was no response she opened the door and entered the room.

Emily had flopped on her bed face buried in her pillow. Penelope could tell she was crying by the shaking of her shoulder but no sound was coming out. The blonde had never seen her roommate crying before and it put a pit in her stomach. She went to reach out for her best friend but then remember that she didn’t know if it would make Emily worse.

“Emmy,” Penelope called out, “I am here. It is Penelope.”

“Go away,” Emily mumbled into her pillow.

Penelope shut the door but remained in the room, “I know that your mom always said that you couldn’t cry and had to be strong all the time but you don’t have to be that way Em.”

Emily’s cheeks burned a bright red as her best friend hit the problem on the nose. She never wanted the blonde to see her this weak. Instead of responding she merely pulled her pillow closer and tried to disappear into the fabric.

“I’m going to sit on the edge of the bed and if you want to talk you can… if you don’t then I will just sit here until you feel better.”

Emily felt the weight of Penelope sitting on the edge of the bed and then all of her remaining walls crumbled. She sensed the warmth of her friend and all she wanted was to be held until the horrible feeling radiating throughout her body disappeared. When she realized that Penelope wasn’t going to be the one to engage the movement she let out a tiny whisper.

“Can I have a hug?”

“Of course Emmy,” Penelope responded, “I’ll come to you.”

Within seconds Emily felt Penelope’s arms envelope her in one of her famous hugs. It calmed down the brunette enough that she finally turned to bury herself in the blonde’s chest. Another couple of moments passed before she broke the silence between them, “Marian stood me up again. I waited for hours but she never showed up. I am so stupid. Why do I always do this to myself?”

“Oh sweetheart,” Penelope replied giving her a kiss on the forehead, “You are not the stupid one. Marian is. She lost out on one of the most amazing women I have ever met.”

“I’m sorry for ruining movie night with my outburst.”

“Ruined? NEVER. We made your favorite brownies. They should still be warm if you want to join. We would love to have you.”

“You mean it?”

“With my whole heart. Just come out when you are ready,” Penelope said giving Emily another quick squeeze before she left.

Emily took a couple of moments to pull herself together and change into a pair of comfortable pajamas. When she was ready she made a beeline to the kitchen for the brownies she had been promised. As she was is pouring a glass of water a bag of her favorite chocolates slides across the counter to her. She looks over expecting Penelope but instead was greeted by the brunette that she had been watching during class.

“Pen told me that these were your favorites. I figured today called for some emergency chocolates,” Ella smiled before filling up her glass with red wine.

Emily returned the smile immediately plopping a chocolate in her mouth, “Thanks… I suppose I shouldn’t keep calling you a newbie.”

She giggled, “My name is Ella.”

“Ella…a beautiful name,” Emily grinned, “I think we are in domestic violence together.”

A look of recognition came over Ella’s face, “Oh we do! How are you feeling about that group project?”

“I would feel better about it if you agreed to be my partner. I went to look for you after class but you disappeared so fast I couldn’t find you.”

Ella quickly sipped another drink from her glass before answering, “I had to call my mom. Hard to get her attention with her job and the time difference. But if you will have me I would love to be your partner.”

Emily grinned handing Ella a chocolate to seal their partnership before they wandered back out to the living room. Penelope was waiting with another movie already queued up. Ella plopped back down in the spot leaving Emily to sit in between the two women. Throughout the entire movie, Emily would slyly throw chocolates at Ella making her giggle. The sound was intoxicating to the brunette. Emily would be lying if she said that she had been watching the movie at all. She spent most of the movie watching the way Ella swirled the wine in her glass. The way that her smile lit up the room. Or the way her nose crinkled when she laughed. Everything about this newbie was infatuating. 

By the time the movie was half over Penelope was happily snoring in her tipsy state. Ella began to collect her things when Emily stopped her, “Let me walk you home.”

“You really don’t have to,” Ella said as she pulled on her backpack.

“Do you even really know how to get home?”

Ella laughed admitting defeat, “Not nearly as well as I would like. Are you sure that you don’t mind?”

“Not at all. It makes me like the knight in shining armor,” Emily smirked.

“You have been watching way to many Disney movies tonight.”

“Bold of you to assume that I don’t watch Disney movies every night,” Emily said extending her arm out towards Ella, “Shall we go my lady?”

Ella smiled reaching for Emily’s arm and pulling her close. They walked down the stairs of the apartment building in comfortable silence. It wasn’t until they made it out to the courtyard that Emily began to ask the other woman questions.

“What are you studying?”

“Criminology and psychology… with a specialization in domestic violence.”

Emily grinned giving Ella a light shove, “So I have chose the best group project partner is what you are saying?”

“Yes… just remember that when my ADHD takes over and I have memory the size of Dory.”

“Noted. I am pretty good a reigning Penelope in so I am sure we will be just fine.”

Ella laughed knowing the moments Emily was referencing, “What brought you to this school anyway?”

“Well this has always been my dream school and I just knew that I couldn’t go here without Pen. But as far as what I do…I am here for child advocacy much to my mother’s displeasure,” Emily laughed, “I doubt anything that I do would make her happy though.”

Ella just nodded before responding, “My moms really didn’t want me to go the criminology route and were even more upset when I chose domestic violence. Our whole life has revolved around the criminal justice system it just felt like the right thing to do.” “What do your moms do?”

“Olivia is the Captain of SVU for Manhattan. Amanda is one of her detectives.”

“How long have they been together?”

“Well let’s see… They started dating when I was fifteen so about eight years now? They adopted Noah together before officially getting married so I just count all of it together. Then Mom had Jesse when I was seventeen… and then Billie when I was twenty.”

“So you really can have it all,” Emily sighed making Ella cock her eyebrow, “Oh you know what I mean. That princess fairytale that you read about in books. The dream family with lots of kids, successful careers, and a loving partner.”

Ella nodded and Emily just smiled, “Maybe there is hope for me yet.”

“Of course, there is,” Ella agreed, “There is always a little bit of hope to give.”

“I like the way you think,” Emily laughed, “You would think after all this time with Ms. Sunshine some of it would have rubbed off on me but I still have yet to see it.”

Ella went to say something but before she knew it they were on in front of her dorm door. Emily released her arm and then slipped her a small note, “Here is my number so you can text me for the group project… or just whenever. Pen was telling me about your roommates. If you ever want to come over just come over. I know it can be hard to be away from your family especially when no one seems to be on your side but we are your family now.”

“Thanks, Emily,” Ella smiled, “I think that was your piece of sunshine coming out.”

Emily merely rolled her eyes and headed down the stairs back to her apartment. As soon as she got inside her phone pinged.

Hey, it’s Ella I’m just checking that you didn’t get captured by some serial killer on the way back to your apartment… Yes, I spend way too much consuming true crime. 

Emily let out a large laugh as she responded: Not this time. But you never know. Penelope claims that we have at least three potential killers walking around campus.

This banter went back and forth for a while before Emily and Ella fell into more casual topics. Exchanging pictures of when they were children, pictures of Ella’s siblings, topics they could do for their group project. They both fell asleep with their phone still in their hands refusing to let the conversation end willingly. 

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🥺🥺 I…I can’t even… breath. My PENEMILY! They are so cute. I love them with my whole damn heart. This was so cute. I just am sitting here all giggly happy as if I was one of them. They deserve to be together. They would be so happy. The world would be full of a golden light. I could go on and on but what I really want to say is this is one of the most beautiful things I have ever read.

Happily

Summary: Penelope would walk through a hurricane if it would make Emily Prentiss happy. So, when Emily had come into work that day looking worse for wear and requesting an impromptu girls’ night, how could Penelope say no?

Pairing: Penelope Garcia x Emily Prentiss

Word count: 3.8k

Category: Fluff, Hurt/comfort

Rating: T

Warnings: Alcohol consumption

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This fic is based on the song 'Happily' by One Direction, for @reidsacademia's 1k celebration. Congrats, Syd!

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Emily Prentiss returning to the BAU was both the best and worst thing to happen to Penelope Garcia in years. Seeing one of her best friends, in person, nearly every day? Filled her heart with indescribable happiness. But then hearing that Emily still had a boyfriend back in London? Popped her joyful little bubble instantly.

Penelope knew that she should just be grateful that Emily was back at all, but something selfish clawed beneath her ribs whenever Emily mentioned the man. A dark, lonely thing eating away at her like an unrelenting chill deep in her bones. Not that Penelope had any right to feel that way in the first place. Whatever sparked between them all those years ago was quickly extinguished by an endless onslaught of events destined to keep them apart. From Ian Doyle to Paris to Interpol, Emily Prentiss and Penelope Garcia were simply not meant to be. But then Hotch was gone. And Emily was called back in. And while Hotch’s departure was still fresh and bitter, hearing Emily Prentiss, BAU Unit Chief created a bright spot in a dark time.

Enter, Mark.

Now, Penelope did her best to sound excited about Emily’s boyfriend, she really did. But even the fact that she managed to deceive a seasoned FBI profiler, something that would’ve brought the young rebel in her pure joy, didn’t lessen any of her pain. Penelope was lying to one of her best friends, the keeper of her heart. Nothing could ease the hollow ache in her chest, the disingenuous taste to her words whenever she spoke of the man. And while Penelope felt as though her heart was being stomped on every time Emily mentioned his name, being supportive was the least she could do, given everything Emily had done for her. She’d just have to get over this silly little crush. Keep telling herself that’s all it was, even. Because at the end of the day, Penelope would walk through a hurricane if it would make Emily Prentiss happy. Anything to make her happy.

So, when Emily had come into work that day looking worse for wear and requesting an impromptu girls’ night, how could Penelope say no?

Normally, she looked forward to these reprieves from the stressful horrors of her day job. Mindless romcoms and fruity drinks served as great distractions. But how was Penelope supposed to get over Emily if the subject of her unrequited affections was going to be there, smiling, and laughing and looking as beautiful as ever on her couch? Penelope still hadn’t figured out the solution to her dilemma when the girls’ night finally arrived in full force.

JJ and Emily had both showed up to Penelope’s apartment with a handful of romantic comedies and copious amounts of alcohol. Emily was the first one to begin drinking, and she didn’t seem intent on stopping. Something was clearly wrong, and the idea of Emily hurting made Penelope’s empathetic heart ache. But a few pitchers of margaritas and one romantic comedy later, Emily was doing better, or at the very least she was drunk and distracted. But Penelope couldn’t help the sharp chill she felt when noticing the caring glances JJ sent Emily’s way. Penelope’s hands itched. She needed to know what was wrong. Then, she could relax.

“Soooo,” she started, instantly arising suspicion out of a tipsy JJ. The profiler had hardly left Emily’s side all night, something that did not go unnoticed by Penelope. JJ narrowed her eyes, searching for ulterior motives. Penelope relented instantly under the intense Mama Bear gaze, unable to get anything past her. She leaned onto the counter. “What’s going on with Emily?”

JJ sighed, tossing some ice into the blender in front of her before securing the lid. She turned to Penelope, looked her in the eyes, a shielded expression on her face.

“I was sworn to secrecy, okay? But please don’t try to pry it out of her. She’ll tell you when she’s ready,” JJ explained before getting back to making more drinks. Penelope harrumphed before ultimately giving up and moving back to the couch. She could distract herself by finding their next movie to watch.

She didn’t get very far, though, as the couch she sat on dipped when Emily plopped down onto the cushion next to her. Penelope barely had a moment to catch her breath before Emily was suddenly leaning her head onto her shoulder. At the weight, Penelope’s clammy exterior transformed into a steely fortress, steady and calm despite the warmth buzzing through her. Not a single breath out of place to disturb the woman resting so gracefully on her shoulder. Her eyes met Emily’s, fixed on the relaxed gaze coming her way. She hoped that Emily couldn’t hear the way her heart beat a quickening thump-thumpas they maintained eye contact. She felt Emily lean further into her shoulder before the drunk brunette slipped, head thudding in Penelope’s lap. Okay, maybe Emily wasn’t gracefully resting. Penelope smiled wide at the giggles bubbling out from below. Emily turned to lay on her back, head resting on Penelope’s thighs, relaxing as the woman above her threaded a hand through her hair. Penelope wished she had Reid’s eidetic memory, so she would never forget the carefree smile, the twinkling gaze, staring up at her. That smile would be her undoing.

Right now, a few margaritas in, on her beat up couch, Penelope couldn’t remember why she wouldn’t tell Emily how she really felt in the first place. Like how the profiler made her lose her train of thought whenever she walked in the room, how she inspired her to be courageous in the face of so much fear and hatred. How much love she engendered in Penelope’s heart. She’d never had the opportunity to be close like this, to touch like this. Penelope could write sonnets about the cool touch of Emily’s pink fingertips, the slope of her nose. The way her hair fell across her shoulders. Her presence in a room. She was envious at times of the careful confidence that Emily Prentiss exuded in a decidedly male-dominated field. But that was just one of the many things that kickstarted this infatuation and embedded it into permanence. One of the many things that made her heart positively ache.

“I want pizza,” Emily grumbled, drawing her out of her thoughts. Penelope stifled a laugh, decidedly not sober enough herself to warrant making fun of the inebriated agent. Emily gasped as a new idea took form in her mind, “Oh! With olives and sausage. And mushrooms.” Penelope pulled a face.

“Ugh, we have very different tastes in pizza,” she chuckled. Emily pouted before grabbing onto her hand, quiet determination set in her features.

“I still love you, Pen. Even if your pizza tastes are objectively inferior to mine.” Penelope flushed at the comment, the casual ­I love you stopping her brain in its tracks. Emily was never one for announcing her affection for others. The wonders of alcohol.

Penelope squeezed her hand as she tried to remain nonchalant in her reply. “I love you too, sugar plum.” Emily beamed at the response, setting the butterflies in Penelope’s stomach off in a flurry. She ran her fingers through Emily’s hair once more before making a decision. “Okay. I’m going to order you your ridiculous pizza,” Penelope announced, moving to get up to retrieve her phone sitting on the kitchen counter.

“Waaait,” Emily whined. Penelope chuckled at the behavior before settling back in her seat.

“What is it?”

“You can’t get up,” Emily said, fervently.

“Well, why is that?” Penelope inquired, teasing still evident in her tone. Emily picked at the skin of her fingers, the imminent quiet softening the moment.

“Because if you leave, I’ll be sad. And I’m so sick of being sad,” Emily explained, suddenly soft. Vulnerable. A stark contrast from her usual hardened shell.

“Oh, honey. What’s wrong?” Unbridled concern leaked into Penelope’s voice. “I know you told JJ. You can tell me, it’s okay.” Emily shifted uncomfortably in the face of vulnerability. For a second, Penelope thought she was finally going to spill what was bothering her. The catalyst for this impromptu night.

“I don’t want to talk about it. Can we not talk about it?” She asked instead, the look in her eyes nearly splitting Penelope’s heart in two.

“Sure thing, pumpkin.” Penelope brushed a strand of hair out of Emily’s face, hoping that the touch wouldn’t be as telling as it felt. “How about you come with me to order the pizza? You don’t have to be alone.” Emily grinned, satisfied with this compromise. The two got up from the couch, only slightly wobbly, and sat down at the kitchen counter, hand in hand.

JJ didn’t question it, but Penelope refused to let go of Emily’s hand for the remainder of the night.

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Before Penelope knew it, it was late, and she was alone with Emily. JJ had gone, Will having picked her up earlier in the night. Emily, too drunk to get home and too clingy to leave, was staying over. Penelope made up her bed, not wanting to let a drunken Emily sleep on the couch. No, she deserved the very best she could offer. So, what if Emily insisted that Penelope share the bed with her? It wasn’t selfish to share a bed with the woman you harbor unrequited feelings for, was it? Maybe it was. But it made Emily happy. And that’s all Penelope could hope for.

Penelope had left to get changed in her bathroom, giving Emily some privacy, but still staying nearby if she needed any help. When she reentered the bedroom, Emily was wearing one of her old t-shirts, laying on her bed. Penelope felt her entire body light up in a fiery blaze of blushing cheeks and sweaty palms at the sight. Who knew her old hackathon t-shirt would ignite such a response?

Penelope hopped onto the bed, sat against the headboard. The two made small talk for a while. Discussed the merits of the movies they just watched; their reviews of the new pizza place they just tried. Ultimately, they lapsed into a comfortable silence. The only soundtrack being the noise of the city streets filtering in along with the quiet sounds of their breathing. Eventually, Emily spoke.

“It didn’t work out,” she explained. “It was never going to, really. No use in delaying the inevitable.” Emily sighed, exhaustion creeping in. Penelope took a second to process. Emily and Mark had broken up. She tried not to seem too relieved at the news, instead choosing to focus on what Emily was going through. Breakups were rarely ever cause for celebration, even if they were for the best.

“So, that’s why you wanted to have a girls’ night,” Penelope said. Emily chuckled, dry, and dropped onto her back. The colorful blankets of Penelope’s bed framed her figure. She stared up at the cracks in the ceiling, avoiding eye contact in a clear last-ditch attempt to keep her walls up. Penelope wanted to burn those walls to the ground, scatter the ashes in the farthest reaches, fiercely guard Emily’s heart as though it were her on. But she couldn’t say all of that, would never violate a boundary, so she went with the simpler response.

“I’m sorry, honey. Thank you for telling me.” Penelope rubbed a hand up and down Emily’s arm, warming the skin. She always felt like she was on fire in Emily’s presence, every small touch, passing gaze sending a gentle heat directly into her veins. Penelope tried to infuse some of that intoxicating, soothing warmth into her touch now. Emily shook her head.

“I knew he wasn’t right for me. Even back in London. But for some reason I just refuse to let myself be happy. Do what I really want to be doing.” She picked at the skin of her fingernails. Penelope covered her hands with her own.

“You deserve the world, Emily Prentiss.” Penelope looked directly into Emily’s eyes as she said this, watched as the hardened exterior broke down, just a bit, giving way into beautiful, vulnerable, softness. She swore she could taste a hint of ash in the air.

“Thanks, Pen.” Emily gave her a small smile before turning onto her side, eyes scanning Penelope’s face. Penelope did her best not to look so affected by the gaze but couldn’t tell if it was working. The intensity of her stare led to that oh-so-familiar scorching feeling under her skin. And the eerie silence of the moment provided the kindling.

“I don’t think I’m drunk anymore,” Emily spoke, quietly, as though any louder would disturb the fragile atmosphere.

“I’ve been sober for a while,” Penelope confirmed. She leaned down onto the bed and scooted closer. Their faces hardly a foot apart. Emily swallowed.

“Do you ever worry about what others think about you? Like that what they see when they look at you isn’t actually you?” She wondered. “Any time anyone gets close enough to me to really see me, everything in my body just screams at me to run.” Penelope hummed, thought about her family at the BAU.

“I mean…yeah. I do. I worry that I’m not enough for people sometimes. Or that I’m too much for others. I don’t know if I’ll ever find that balance, really,” Penelope admitted. Somehow the darkness of the early morning hours pried this kind of vulnerability out of her, leaving her feeling unnervingly exposed. Emily scooted closer, laid a hand on Penelope’s arm. The touch burned in the most pleasant way.

“Hey. You’re perfect, Penelope,” Emily stated, sincerely, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. Penelope smirked.

“Says the kickass BAU unit chief,” she remarked.

“Says the kickass technical analyst who was so cool the FBI hadto have her,” Emily smoothly rebutted. Penelope grinned at the statement. Hard to rebuke a fact. Emily sighed.

“I worry…” Emily started. She stopped, took a breath, and then continued. “I worry about what people think all the time. I think I put on an act way too much. Like my life is a performance.” Penelope studied her face. If only she could tell her that she saw her. Really saw her. And that she didn’t want to run because of it. In fact, Penelope wanted to do the opposite. She wanted to be as close as possible to Emily. Wake up next to her tomorrow and every day after that. She wanted to run towards to her best friend, arms open, heart aflame.

Penelope had a breathtaking moment of clarity, then. A kind of certainty. This wasn’t just a silly little crush. That was just her denying the truth. No.

She was in truly, irrevocably in love with this woman.

Penelope took that moment to stare at Emily, really look at her. The concern on her face. The curve of her shoulder. The way Penelope’s clothes fell on her body. Memorizing every line and curve. It was maddening in the best way. She reached out, grasped Emily’s hand in her own.

“You don’t have to perform for me,” Penelope affirmed, stroking the back of her hand with her thumb. She hoped she wasn’t crossing a line, but the atmosphere only added fuel to the flame. Penelope was unapologetically holding the woman she loved. She wanted to revel in it for as long as she could.

“I know.” Emily spoke. She glanced down, said the next part so quietly Penelope had to strain to listen.

“That’s what I love about you.”

Penelope suddenly couldn’t remember how to breathe. That wasn’t some casual, drunken declaration. No, it was sincere. Heart-stoppingly so. The statement was drenched in a kind of honesty that Penelope herself knew all too well. She felt as though the warmth in her body was red-hot, a scalding that would burn her alive if she let it. She swallowed, an intangible lump in her throat as she felt Emily move in ever-so-slightly closer. And closer. Emily looked up into her eyes and Penelope nodded, giving silent permission. And so, Emily leaned in even further, until eventually, there was no space left. Emily was kissing her.

Emily was kissing her.

Now, Penelope Garcia had been kissed before, but it had never felt like this. As though her very essence was on fire. Some incredible thing consuming her from the inside out, melting away any reservations, any fears. Almost as if, in this moment, she could do anything. So, she did. Penelope cupped a hand over Emily’s cheek, deepening the kiss, feeling pleasure sing through her veins at each swipe of tongue. At Emily’s eager responsiveness. She couldn’t get enough of the taste of Emily Prentiss. And Emily Prentiss couldn’t get enough of her, something she hadn’t dared dream of.

She drifted her hand down Emily’s torso, running her fingers over the hem of her shirt, pushing up the layer as Emily leaned into the warm touch, enthusiastically reciprocating by pulling Penelope impossibly close. The two continued kissing, no concern for the need for oxygen pulling at their lungs, instead giving into the need for each other. The need to kiss, to touch. Penelope nibbled at Emily’s bottom lip and Emily reacted with a resounding gasp, sending a fiery heat flush through Penelope core, only spurring her on with renewed tenacity. And right then, as the two fell into each other again and again, Penelope knew…

…she would do absolutely anything to hear that sound again.

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The sun rose with hardly any recognition from the pair. Too wrapped up in each other, resting or not, to notice the acknowledge yellow light peeking into the room, bidding the lovers a good morning. And good morning it was.

Penelope couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this happy. Like every cell in her body was ablaze in the absolute best way. And Emily felt the same. It radiated off the pair in waves, and they soaked it up together, a fully interconnected, self-sustaining, all-encompassing kind of warmth.

Penelope hummed as she traced nonsense patterns into Emily’s skin, finally feeling as though the cold deep within her had melted. She was being held by the woman she loved. Everything would be alright. Emily stirred, interrupting the figure-eight Penelope was drawing onto her forearm.

“Oh God, we’re going to have to tell the team, aren’t we? Fill out one of those HR forms about us,” Emily groaned. “They’re all going to be insufferable when they find out.” Penelope chuckled, leaned back into her.

“There may be a few jokes about me getting with the boss,” Penelope relented, “but I don’t care what any of them say. Let them talk. They don’t get to see you like I do. They have no idea how lucky I am,” Penelope affirmed, fingertips running along the arms wrapped around her middle.

“We only admitted our feelings for each other last night. How do you know you’ll still be lucky? I’ll have you know I have some annoying flossing habits,” Emily pointed out, only half-joking.

“Nope. Not getting rid of me that easily,” Penelope laughed before going suddenly quiet. She could sense the whisper of uneasiness in Emily’s tone, that desire to run pulling at her bones. Penelope turned her head slightly, ready to quell every fear, warm every chill. She sighed, spoke softer. “I’ve loved you for a while, even if I didn’t realize it for a long time. I thought at one point, maybe…” She shook her head. “...but things changed. My feelings never did though. I’ve seen you do some incredible things, Emily Prentiss, and I’ve also seen you six margaritas in. I want to be with you. Every part of you. I’m sure of it. I think that this could be a really good thing.” The air felt pleasantly warm, comfortable. Penelope watched as Emily basked in it, usurped some of its fire to fuel her next words. Words that had never come easily to the naturally distant profiler.

“I do, too. I’m…happy with you.” Emily whispered, as though if she spoke any louder, she would scare away the beautiful thing that had come into her life. “I’m just afraid that it’s too good to be true, you know?” Penelope gripped her arms in gentle reassurance.

“I’m happy with you, too.” Penelope tangled her fingers with Emily’s, brought their joined hands up to her lips, planted a kiss there. She felt Emily sink into the feeling. “And that’s not a fluke, Em. There’s no need to run. I want you to stay. I want to stay. You make me happy, sugar plum.” Emily chuckled at the nickname, the phrase awash with a new kind of sweetness now. Penelope was filled with a unique kind of pride at the fact that dark and stormy Emily Prentiss preened over her grotesquely cute nicknames that, from anyone else, would make her gag.

Penelope gasped, a sudden realization hitting her. “Wait, is that what you were talking to JJ about last night?” Emily flushed, untangled herself from their position.

“Okay, I might have told her I have feelings for you. Only because she knew me too well! She instantly picked up that I wasn’t being totally honest when I said the breakup was the only thing that was bothering me.” Emily poked Penelope’s side, smiling as she squirmed. “I wanted to tell you how I felt, I was just too chickenshit to admit it.” Penelope laughed, placed her hands on Emily’s thighs as she pushed herself up.

“Well, now you know,” Penelope said, stealing a kiss from the woman before her. Lingered in it. When they broke apart, Emily was smiling. Peaceful.

“Now I know,” she affirmed, before melting back into the kiss. Easily, fully. For the first time in a while, Penelope felt nothing but bright, fiery light beneath her ribs, spilling out into every touch. It felt like happiness.

Penelope eventually, reluctantly, pulled back, resting against the headboard as she soaked in the sight before her. Emily sat up further, the sun outlining her in a gentle radiance as she stretched her hands up over her head. Penelope tried to take a mental photograph of this moment. Of the gentle breeze pushing the curtains, the sunlight streaming in, the ethereal picture of Emily Prentiss in front of her, beautiful and content. Everything submerged in an incandescent, fiery glow.

“I love you, Em,” Penelope sighed, reaching out to stroke a hand across Emily’s cheek. Emily leaned into it, chasing the warm embrace. She covered Penelope’s hand with her own as she smiled, blissful and happy. And before she even uttered the words, Penelope knew that with Emily, she would never feel the relentless chill of loneliness again.

“I love you too,” Emily replied, lighting a glorious fire in her soul.

And Penelope swore, there had never been a brighter flame.

-

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[literaila]

hopeless reality

BAU team x reader 

request: Hii! I’m in serious need of some angsty sshhiiiit and I love your writing... Could you maybe write some platonic BAU x reader where the reader is the youngest, idk she can be like 20 or something, and a case goes TERRIBLY wrong and she’s injure dying and everyone’s like but she can’t die, she was supposed to outlive us all!

warnings: kinda sad, panicked everyone, hotch basically abandons all of them, some spoliers past season 6, no concrete ending.. 

a/n: I’VE NEVER WRITTEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS ITS SO DIFFERENT 

*

“I can do it.” 

Those words weren't surprising for any of them. 

As the youngest, Y/N was always looking for new ways to prove herself to all of them. She was used to the staring, and the scoffs people made when they saw her next to the all mighty prestigious BAU team. She was used to people looking at her and wondering if they had picked someone up off of the highway, or if she was a murder just riding along with them. She was used to being undermined and underestimated by everyone. 

Age was a tricky little thing people didn't seem to look past. 

But it wasn't as if she put up with it. When the local police officers were making side remarks about her right behind her back, she didn't keep her mouth shut. Didn't stand there and listen to them expect nothing of her. 

And she enjoyed the looks on their faces when they realized she was listening. She liked the stammered apologies that came out of their mouths while she stared them down. 

She wasn't one to bite her tongue. 

And she had something to prove, to herself and to all of her teammates. She had to show them that she was valuable, that her age didn't affect how much she could do, how much she was willing to do. 

And so, it was expected when she offered herself up like a doll for sale. 

It's what happens during every case. 

This time though, all of her teammates nodded along with her. It was a man closer to her age, only a couple of years older, and she was the most likely to lure him. The most likely to trap him in the prison of being caught. 

“Okay, Y/L/N will go in, Morgan and Rossi follow her in as backup, blend into the crowd.” Everyone awaited Hotch's formal orders, ready to finally be done with the case that had taken them days to solve. “You three need to remember, he's going to be on the lookout for us, he's definitely seen the news by now.” 

The three of them nodded, Y/N already antsy on her feet as she waited to leave. Definitely the most willing to catch him out of anybody else in the room. 

She nodded at the rest of the team, smiling at Garcia’s “See you soon Neptune! Be careful.” from the phone on the table. She grabbed her bag, filled with clothes that would help her fit into the bar scene, and her vest. Just in case. 

She started to walk out the door, trailing after Morgan and Rossi as they got ready to leave when Hotch called her back into the room. 

Everyone else had already left, and her nerves were telling her to continue walking and get to her job, but out of anyone else there, she was used to being pulled back behind. 

“Yeah, Hotch?” 

“You shouldn't hesitate to call in Derek or Dave, this unsub isn't going to stick around if he suspects something. You know that?” 

It took all of her willpower not to roll her eyes at his protective instincts, instead going for a smile, hoping to ease whatever paternal nerves he could be feeling. 

“Course, Hotchner. I know what to do.” 

She nodded at him, choosing not to stay any longer than she had to, saving herself from his double-checking, and reassuring. 

She waved with one of her hands walking out the door. 

*

Wearing a dress and both a bulletproof vest was extremely uncomfortable. Especially when it was supposed to be discreet. 

Y/N sat in the middle of the bar, sipping on a fake drink, throwing smiles to anybody who seemed to look at her, waiting for the one person she needed looks from to approach her. 

She knew what to expect, an alpha male, expecting her to fall under his wing and go with him home- which of course would be when he would torture and murder her like he did all those other girls -and she wasn't going to let herself slip up when he was so close. 

A couple of guys had come up to her already, asking her if she was new around if she needed some help getting home, if she was lost in a bar like this one. All things that she tried not to show disgust at, smiling and telling them she was expecting someone. 

Though, when she saw him, she knew he would be different. 

He was carrying himself differently. Smirking at everyone else, unlike a normal too confident male would. It was more threatening, like he expected everyone in the room to do whatever he said, whenever he said. 

An alpha male. 

Y/N could tell in almost an instant that this was her guy, and that it was time to put on a show. 

*

It was an easy catch. The bait pulled him perfectly. 

And she played the part just as expected. 

Laughing at everything he said, smiling at him whenever she got the opportunity, drinking the drink she knew he was planning to spike soon. 

It was a rehearsed part, one she was exceptional at. 

But, when he started pushing her, begging her to come home with him, promising her that he would make it worth her while, she didn't know what to do. 

With the last girls, he had waited longer, drugged them before he even dared to take them home, stayed at the bar with them so that they would be more comfortable with him. 

But it had only been twenty minutes, only a short minute since he had first looked at her. 

He was devolving too fast. 

Y/N smiled, trying not to let the sudden nerves she felt show in her eyes, trying to keep herself comfortable sitting so close to him. 

She looked over to Derek, who was sitting across the bar, pretending to drink while he listened to their conversation. He was looking back at her, giving her a look that she knew was asking if she was okay, if she knew what to do. He was worried too. 

She took a quiet deep breath in. 

“I haven't finished my drink yet,” she said, playing dumb, trying to act like she was innocent enough, trying to test him. 

“I have plenty of drinks back at my place.” 

She giggled, playing with the bracelet on her wrist, looking back over to Derek. 

“It's so early in the night…” She whispered, flaunting her confidence, playing off her “drunkenness” as best as she could while still smiling at him. 

But she could tell that he was getting impatient, and wasn't willing to wait anymore. 

“What game are you playing?” 

And she could hear his real voice. Not the man that went to strange bars to pick up women, but the man who murdered them as soon as he took them home. The man who was planning to murder her. 

She looked over to Derek once more, once too much. 

The unsub was looking with her, glaring eyes meeting Derek’s, and the reaction was written out in front of all of them. 

He had seen Derek on TV. Seen him with the FBI. 

He turned back around, his hand slipping to his pocket. 

“You’re with them huh?” He was whispering, but his voice was demanding, furious. 

And the giggle that came out Y/N wasn't fake this time, just nervous. 

“What are you talking about?” She asked, her feet tapping on the barstool, her body getting ready to run, trying to smile. 

“The FBI.” 

He spat the words in her face. The smile falling from her lips. 

The hand moving to point at her. 

What was it she wondered? 

What was pain? 

“Physical pain inspires the worst kind of helplessness.” 

*

Ambulances were surprisingly loud. 

Louder than you’d assume. 

They were threatening, and dangerous, and did nothing to help give you hope. 

Derek didn't get scared. He didn't need hope to keep him upright, he wasn't threatened by any of the ambulances that he had seen before, he didn't find them too loud. 

But he was supposed to be protecting her. 

They all knew, going into the bar, before the bar, that it was dangerous. They all knew that there was a strong possibility that she could get hurt. But she was cautious, and she was brave. So he didn't worry. He didn't think he had to worry. Even with an unsub who was known for lashing out, for making big decisions with no thought. Hotch had told Derek, all of them, that this would be harder than normal, that they needed to be more watchful, more careful. 

She’d been laughing with them in the car on the way over. Telling them that if either Derek or Rossi got in the way of her job, she’d disown them as her friends. She’d laughed and joked with them, not an ounce of fear in her eyes, no anxiety resting upon her body.

But he saw that look in her eyes. 

That strange scared look. 

It was unfamiliar, an anomaly to him. He’d never seen her eyes like that. 

She was the youngest, the most daring, the person who offered to do anything that no one else wanted to. 

She laughed when one of them said they were too tired to go out for drinks, offered to watch both Hotch and JJ kids when they were busy. She moved between them like she was mending with them, and she was everyone's best friend. 

She took too many risks, moved too fast, thought too hard. She did everything on a whim, but it was impossible to stop her. Impossible to fade her from the scene. Impossible for anything to scare her like it would any person. 

He’d never had to worry about her before. 

She’d made it clear that she could take care of herself, that she was strong, that just because she was the youngest and most inexperienced, it didn't mean she couldn't do what any one of them could. 

She was so strong. 

And he’d never seen that look in her eyes before. 

Desperation, trepidation. Two things that had never filled his body like in that moment. 

He could see the unsub moving, he could see her worried eyes, her panicked posture. He saw everyone else around them, moving normally, none of them quite as scared as she was. He saw Rossi looking over at him from the bar. 

And he saw the gun in the unsubs hands. 

He wished he had been paying attention more, watching her, checking to make sure she seemed just fine. He wished he had watched the unsub, checked to make sure he couldn't see any weapons on him. He wished that he could’ve done it all over again, asked her to step back, to let him catch the guy. 

And he wished he could’ve been fast enough. 

The unsub had pulled out the gun, had stared at her with his threatening eyes, and she moved back, tried to get away but, she wasn't fast enough, and the unsub was too quick. 

Derek had watched her stumble backward. He watched the pain light in her eyes and the panic fade out. 

She used to tease him about watching everything. 

“We aren't at work, you don't have to profile everyone in the room, Derek.” 

Then she’d pass him a drink. Tell him that it was supposed to be fun, that they all needed a little more fun in their lives. 

But now, all Derek needed was to get her eyes out of his head. 

Her eyes were so desperate and panicked and worried for everyone, for everything. Her eyes were usually so brave and so curious. 

He needed to get them out of his head, he needed this moment to be over. 

He needed to not be sitting in the back of an ambulance with her. 

It was surprisingly loud. 

And scary. 

He’d never been scared like this before. 

*

Rossi wasn't worried. 

He wasn't. Really. 

He knew her, knew how fast her body would spring back, rejuvenate itself. He knew that she was strong, that she could stand any amount of pain, that when he saw her next she would be smiling, and she’d ask him if this meant they could have a party. 

He knew she’d be fine. 

He wasn't allowed to go in the ambulance with Y/N and Derek. The paramedics assured both him and Derek that only one could go, and Rossi could see the time slipping past them. He could see the clock ticking and he knew that they had to speed things up. 

So, he’d pushed Derek into the ambulance. 

He wasn't worried, so why would he go with her? 

Besides, Derek was scared. He was shut down and focused so much on her, Rossi thought that Derek would have fought him for the place in the ambulance. 

He thought about all the people he’d seen get hurt while working this job. Thought about all the times one of them made a mistake, or someone wasn't quick enough. Most of the time, they were fine. Not many people got hurt on the job. 

There was always a couple weeks of leave, a couple weeks to get themselves back together, but they always came back. 

He hadn't seen too many people die. 

So he wasn't worried. The odds were that she would live. The odds were that she would be completely fine by the time he got to the hospital. 

Because she was strong. She was healthy, had a young body, and more energy than she needed in the first place. 

Rossi thought it might be good for her to slow down. This might be a good experience for someone like her. Someone who takes too many risks, goes out on a whim, and doesn't slow down even when she has the chance. 

This might help her become a better agent. Someone more careful. 

He wasn't worried. 

She’d be fine. 

Really. 

*

JJ got the news first. 

Back at the police department, while they were clearing up. She knew that Derek, Hotch, and Rossi all knew. She knew that the unsub had clued into who Y/N was, she knew that Derek and Rossi hadn't been enough to protect her. She knew that Y/N was on her way to the hospital, that she’d been shot in the field. 

They didn't tell her where. Or how she was doing. 

JJ had been here before. She had been in the situation of not knowing, of constant anxiety, of the questions that just bang back and forth in your head until you can get your answers. 

She knew how that felt. 

She looked over to Spencer and Emily, both of them clueless to what was going on, to their friend being brought to the hospital. 

“Have you got the unsub detained?” She whispered, leaving the room, trying to gather all of the facts before she made assumptions. 

“Yes. He's on his way to the police station now.” 

“And no one else was hurt?” 

“No.” 

JJ nodded to herself, feeling relieved at the news. 

The questions were in her head, spinning around. She knew that she wouldn't have any of them answered any time soon. Not until they could get into the hospital and see her. 

“And JJ?” 

Hotch’s voice was the same as always. Demanding. 

“Yes?” 

“I need you to tell Spencer and Emily.” 

“Hotch-” 

“I’ve got to go.” 

And then she was left. With her news. And her questions. 

And her confusion. 

Of how this could ever have happened. 

*

Hotch wasn't allowed to have a reaction. He wasn't allowed to think about it. 

He was working. He had to do his job. 

Members of his team had been shot before. 

They all knew the risk there was in going in. They all knew how disguises couldn't hide everything. And they all knew that people got hurt doing the job. 

It wasn't surprising. Wasn't anything new. 

But she had reassured him. She had told him she knew what she was doing, she knew what she was doing. 

He had believed her. 

He could hear his voice in her head, telling all of them that she would do it. Like she always did. Like every other time, she got the chance. 

She never took a step back, never looked at the situation before offering to go. 

It was reckless and stupid. 

No one ever said a thing. When she offered to be the bait, all of them accepted it, expected it. They all knew that she would be the first to jump at the chance to go out in the field. They all knew that she was smart and strong, and she knew what she was doing. 

None of them ever said no. It was so hard to say no to her. 

But she had reassured him, Hotch had double-checked this time, just to make sure she would be safe. He put two experienced agents as her back up, two people that he trusted and knew would protect her. 

“I can do it.” 

She could do it. 

She’d been shot. 

And he felt like blaming himself, felt like being angry, furious at her for offering to go, for reassuring him and lying, and he felt like being angry at himself for letting him go, for not properly preparing her. 

But he didn't have time to ponder those thoughts. 

He didn't have the time. 

He couldn't have a reaction. 

He had a job to do. 

He was working. 

He wouldn't think of it. 

*

Emily probably knew better than anyone else. 

She was probably most familiar with pain. With hurt. 

She knew how this would affect her, she knew how she would feel. She knew how it would change her even after she was healed. She knew how the scar would never leave her body, and that she would wince every time she saw it. 

No matter how much Emily wished she wouldn't understand, she did. 

She knew what would happen to Y/N. 

If she lived that is. If she was strong enough, if the bullet wasn't stronger than her. If she wasn't too late, if the doctors could save her. If she would stay alive. 

And she would be there this time. 

If she died. If the world was cruel enough to take her away. 

She would have to be with her friends, she wasn't allowed to run away again. She wasn't allowed to go across the world and break alone, she wasn't allowed to turn her back like she had before. Even if she wanted to. Even if running away seemed like the only thing she could do. She would stand by them, and learn what it felt like to have your friend die. 

But she wouldn't come back. 

That was probably the hardest thought. 

If Y/N died, she wouldn't have the opportunity to come back. She wouldn't have the months to heal, the job across the world, she would have the pain of knowing that her friends thought she was dead, but she also wouldn't have any pain. 

She’d be dead. Gone. Forever. 

And Emily knew what that meant. 

It almost killed her to know that. 

When she watched Spencer freeze as JJ told both of them, when she saw the worry in JJ’s eyes, she knew that the only thing she could do was be there for all of them. For her, if she could. And for them, if she had to. 

It was a scary thing to know your friend was hurt. To know that while everything else in the world stayed the same, several hearts were breaking with the knowledge of the pain their friend was in. It was crazy to think that not everyone's world changed. 

It was selfish of her to be thinking of herself, to be avoiding the memories and the thought that came with Y/N being dead. It was selfish to assume she was. It was selfish that she wasn't doing anything to help her friends, to help herself. It was terrible of her not to hope, not allow herself to feel some relief. 

But she had to protect herself. 

Expect the worse, welcome the best. 

Emily was scared. She was scared for Y/N, scared to be there this time, scared to have to hold everyone together like she couldn't before. Scared for the worse to be the reality. For her friend to really be gone. 

She could hear her laugh in her head. She knew that it wouldn't leave. It wouldn't go away until Emily could hear it again. 

Pain. 

She was so familiar with. She was so used to. 

Pain. 

Emily probably knew that better than anyone else. 

*

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year. 

An average of 100 a day. 

That's all Spencer knew. 

He didn't know what was going to happen, if she would live, if she would die, if she was okay, if she wasn't. He didn't know what they would do without her, what would happen if she really did die, if the youngest died before any of the oldest could. 

He didn't know how everyone would feel, how he would feel if she died. 

He didn't know what any of them would do without her laughter, without her pushing for them to have fun when work was over, without her running around the office, making everything seem bright when it was nothing but dim. 

He didn't know what would happen. What was happening? 

But he knew

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year. 

An average of 100 a day. 

He knew that if he could see her, if he had more information about what had happened, he could figure out the probability that she would live. He knew that if he had been there, he would know how to feel, what was going to happen. 

But they were sitting in the hospital waiting room. They couldn't see her yet. 

Derek hadn't said a word. Emily was sitting next to Spencer. JJ was walking around, checking on all of them instead of herself, being as selfless as she could while they were all stuck in a state of panic. 

Rossi was talking to the nurse again. 

There still wasn't any news. 

None of them were sure how she could’ve been hurt, with her vest, and her self defense techniques. None of them were sure how hurt she could be. 

But 

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year. 

An average of 100 a day. 

Spencer held onto that. 

She wouldn't be one of the hundred. She wouldn't. 

He thought of the sleepovers Y/N, Garcia, and he had. Like children. He thought of how both of them spent the entire night picking on him, trying to make him laugh. He thought of how she always convinced the two of them to come over, told them that it was movie night even if it was a completely random day. 

He hated the thought of not doing that anymore. 

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year. 

An average of 100 a day. 

She was the youngest. Everyone teased her about it. They all expected her to live for a hundred years, far longer than any of them could. She was the youngest and the brightest and the bravest. She wasn't supposed to die before any of them could. 

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year. 

An average of 100 a day. 

When she had offered to be the bait, Spencer hadn't felt worried. He didn't even think of her getting hurt, only felt relieved that this case would finally be over, that they could all go home. He didn't worry at all. 

But he should have. 

Because she always did this, she always offered, and no one ever turned her down. The odds were that she should’ve gotten hurt long before this. 

Odds were that she was extremely lucky. 

Except for now. 

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year. 

An average of 100 a day. 

Spencer didn't know what would happen. He didn't know if she would live, if she would die. He didn't know what would happen. He barely knew anything at all. 

But Derek wasn't talking, Emily was silent, JJ was avoiding the topic, and Rossi had asked the nurse for an update eight times in the last thirty minutes. 

He didn't know. 

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year. 

An average of 100 a day. 

She wouldn't be one of the hundred. 

She couldn't. 

*

Before JJ had told her, Penelope knew something was off. 

No one had called her to update on if they had got him or not. Her phone had been completely silent. 

That was off. 

She called her Neptune. 

It was one of the planets that couldn't be seen from Earth. 

She’d always asked where the nickname had come from. 

Penelope had called her that because Y/N was unreachable to her. She held so much, all this brightness, and you could barely even tell from the surface. 

It was a nickname that seemed to fit her more than anything else. 

And she couldn't help but think of it as soon as she got the call. 

Neptune. Her best friend. 

She didn't understand much about profilers, but she knew that Y/N was different from all of her other friends. She didn't know if it was because she was younger, and less experienced, or if she just carried something different to her. 

But it was a smart decision to be her best friend, to depend on her. 

They’d spent nights together, laughing, creating insanity with every sentence, every hour that ticked past on the clock. They’d spent time laughing, and crying, learning everything they could about each other. 

‘Best friend’ was a loose term, one that didn't extend far enough for their relationship. 

And Penelope had known something was wrong, as soon as no one had called her. 

The first thought was that the unsub had gotten away, that he was going somewhere else and they still had to catch him. 

But she knew that wasn't true, because they hadn't called her to help. 

And then she thought that maybe he had been difficult, that maybe it was taking all of the team to help deal with him. 

But, that didn't seem quite right. 

And then she thought of all the other times something like this had happened, when she hadn't gotten a phone call, and there was nothing but silence for a couple of hours. 

And all she could think of, was the day Emily almost died. 

And then the bullet Spencer had taken to the leg. 

And then the stabbing Hotch had been through. 

For Penelope, after those thoughts, she didn't have any choice but to find out where they were. 

So, she hacked their phones. 

It wasn't completely rational, but Penelope had never proved to do things that were rational before. And she was far too protective to not do anything. 

JJ’s phone showed up at the police department they were working from. So did Emily and Spencers. Hotch was somewhere across town. Rossi was still at the bar, and Derek was at the nearby Emergency Room. 

By the time she had gotten to Y/N, she knew something was wrong. 

One of them was hurt. 

*

When she finally got the phone call, she had already pulled some of her hair out, stalked the news, tried to hack into the hospital's patient list- which she couldn't because not all of it was digital -and bitten off almost all of her nails. 

JJ had told her, just like JJ always did, informing all of them the best she could. 

And they didn't know enough. 

Penelope had no idea how her best friend was, and even though she’d asked over and over, what had happened, JJ didn't have any answers for her. 

It was a stupid situation. 

Penelope hoped she wasn't hurt. That the bullet hadn't gotten anywhere near anything important, that she would live just as Penelope had years ago. 

If she had lived, so could Y/N. 

She was young and strong and she had been wearing a vest, and there was nothing wrong with her, if they didn't know anything it was good. It was good that no one had told them anything. 

That meant she wasn't dead yet. 

And that's all Penelope had to hold onto. 

She called her Neptune. Because she was unreachable. 

She would be fine. 

*

Her eyes. They looked so scared. Derek was so scared. 

She would be fine. Rossi knew. 

JJ didn't know how this could have happened. 

He wouldn't think of it. He was working. 

Emily knew better than anyone else. 

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year. 

An average of 100 a day. 

She called her Neptune. 

She was the youngest out of all of them. 

She had to be okay. 

*

my masterlist here. 

[libraryofloveletters]

Spilt Wine & Last Minute Cases

Emily Prentiss x Penelope Garica x Platonic!Reader 

Warnings: fem!reader, alcohol and the consumption of

Prompts: #60:“Let’s get drunk” “It’s 9am?” “It’s 5 somewhere darling”  

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Author’s Note: this one’s for the lovely @saprentiss​ <3 and my darling grace @temily​ because I know how much you love them 

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Since Emily returned to the BAU, Penelope's been asking for an assistant - more of a little helper to keep track of files and whatnot. Truthfully, Penelope’s been asking since Hotch was unit chief and although Hotch had a soft spot for her, Emily had a bigger one and gave in. 

You started last week, you had no idea how to use all of Penelope’s tech or what they did, you understood the basis but if she asked you to find something, it felt like she was speaking a whole other language. 

Penelope being Penelope, invited you over so she could teach you how to use it. She didn’t specify what time, she only said Saturday and gave you the address. She suggested Saturday because they usually didn’t have cases on the weekend and you would be able to learn without the pressure of having a case- so here you were at quarter to 9 on Saturday morning knocking on Penelope’s door. 

She shouted that she's coming and the door opened, Penelope stood there in her nightgown, her hair wrapped up in a bun. 

“Sweets,” she yawned, “why are you here so early ?” she asks, leaning against her door. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, you didn’t say what time” you ramble out into a sentence. She waved her hand, motioning for you to come in as she made her way further into her apartment. You looked around after you shut the door, the place screamed Penelope, from the colours, the furniture, the figurines and beads. 

Another set of footsteps caught your attention, a black haired woman stepping out of the bathroom, “who was it babe- oh y/n, hi” Emily smiled at you. 

Your eyes widen - Emily was in her pjs too, you realized that she had slept over or perhaps even lived there? Sergio rubbed up against your leg, you leant down to run your fingers through the cat���s fur before standing again. 

“Sorry, I didn’t realize- I can come back another time if you’re busy or-” “Oh don't be ridiculous. You’re welcomed here anytime, isn't she?” Emily says, walking towards Penelope, her arm over the blonde’s shoulder now. Penelope hums taking a sip of her coffee. 

Taking a seat at the counter, you watch as Emily and Penelope move around the kitchen, perfectly in-sync like it was something they had done regularly. 

“Can I ask something?” looking towards the two woman, they both smile, waiting for your question. 

“Are you two-  y’know.. together ?” you wonder out loud.

“Yeah” Penelope says, Emily pulling her towards herself before pressing a kiss to Penelope’s temple. 

A squeal of excitement slips out, “oh my god! that's so cute, you guys are perfect together- like I totally see it. You balance each other out if that makes sense and- oh wait! I have something for you” you reach into your bag, the couple watching you, smiling at your excitement. 

A bottle of wine was set on the counter- it was brought as a gift for Penelope as it was your first time by her place and it would have been rude to show up empty handed. 

Emily picks up the bottle, inspecting the label. She hums in approval, “you have good taste” you give her a smile. 

“Let’s get drunk” Emily looks at Penelope and then over at you. 

“Honey, it’s 9am?” Penelope takes the bottle of her, setting it on the counter behind her. 

“It’s 5pm somewhere darling” Emily was already reaching for the wine glasses in the cupboard. 

Emily now settled in the living room on the couch, Sergio cuddled into her side. “y/n, can you get the bottle please?” she calls, turning on the tv. “Yeah!” you shout back, walking towards the counter. 

Penelope’s hand grabs yours, “don’t” she warns you. 

“She’s the boss” you whisper, Penelope rolls her eyes. 

“I’m your boss!” she half whispers, half shouts. 

“But she’s the boss boss” Penelope sighs, giving in and letting you take the bottle. She follows you to the couch, the 2 of you sitting on either side of Emily. The 3 glasses being filled and refilled for the next hour and a half when the last of it is poured into your glass. 

“I think we have another bottle somewhere” Penelope gets off the couch, making her way to the kitchen. The cupboard doors hitting each other as she pulls them open, looking for the bottle. 

“Check the fridge!” Emily shouts to her girlfriend before turning to you. “So, y/n, is there anyone special in your life?” she smiled but you on the other hand, almost choked on your wine, a little bit spilling onto your shirt.  “Wha- no, no. There’s no one” clearing your throat before taking another sip- blaming your blush on the alcohol. 

Penelope returned just as Emily suggested something completely bizarre, “Luke, Luke’s single and he’s a nice guy. Wait- are you into guys?” 

“Uh I don't have a set preference per se” you take another sip- this time to wash down the embarrassment of your boss trying to set you up. Penelope sitting on the arm rest of the chair, Emily’s arm wrapped around her waist when she looks down at her girlfriend. 

“Newbie ? You want to set up sweet, precious y/n with newbie ? Emily Prentiss are you insane ?” 

“What ?” she laughed, “Luke is a nice guy!” 

“Maybe if y/n were someone else! I won’t let you set her up with him” 

Before Emily could protest, her phone rang. Her face and the drop in her tone let you both know that there was a case. She tossed the phone somewhere on the couch, her hand patting Penelope’s side. “Sorry girls, fun’s over. We have a case” sighing as she stands. Penelope groans and falls back into the couch while you begin picking up the empty glasses. 

“Oh sweetie, don't worry about those.” she calls from the couch, “it’s alright” you smile, stepping back into the living room. 

“I can't let you go to work like that” she sits up, she grabs your hand and pulls you into the room. You barely get a moment to register what’s happening before  Penelope is tossing a shirt your way. Catching it, you look at her, brows furrowed and a confused look on your face. 

“Wine on your shirt” she says, going through the closet for something to wear. changing your shirt, you shove it into your purse before stepping back into the kitchen. Emily’s halfway dressed with half a bagel in her mouth and a cup of coffee in one hand. Buttoning up her shirt the rest of the way, she smiles at you and heads to the room where Penelope was. 

The coffee pot was almost empty so you poured what was left into a mug and put on another pot.  Penelope comes hopping out of her bedroom, Emily following behind her holding both of their purses. Penelope has one heel on and is trying to put the other one as she makes her way to her door. 

“Forget the coffee, we’ll get some on the way to work” she finally gets the other heel on and opens the door, ushering you and Emily out the door. 

--- 

The three of you had just stepped off the elevator, coffee in hand when you called for the two women that were a few steps ahead of you. 

“Gum” you pop a piece into your mouth, screwing your face at the way it mixed with the leftover wine and coffee taste in your mouth. Emily and Penelope both took a piece each and mirrored the same expression, needless to say- the taste wasn’t great. 

Everyone was in the briefing room when the 3 of you arrived. Everyone’s eyes on you, Emily and Penelope. 

Penelope took the remote from Luke who was fidgeting with the buttons, he smiled at her and she rolled her eyes in response. Emily settled into her chair and you were sitting before Matt who was now looking at your shirt. 

Emily was going over the briefing, a case in New Orleans- a missing group of children. 

“What ?” you mumbled quietly to Matt, not wanting to interrupt Emily. 

“Cute shirt” he chuckled, glancing at you before looking back towards the screen. Looking down at your shirt, you hum. “It’s Emily’s right ?” he asks, a  smirk on his face. 

“Stop that” you warn, his brows furrowed with a smile on his face. “Stop what?” he teased. 

“I know what you’re thinking. Don’t be weird” you poke his side with your pen, he mirrors your action. Emily notices the two of you playing around, she calls for both of you. 

“Something you wanna share ?” 

“Just telling y/n how much like her shirt.” he smiles at Emily. 

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[bowties-and-warlocks]

After watching 15 seasons of Criminal Minds, I have reached the conclusion that Spencer Walter Reid needs a hug and I’d like to give it to him

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I’m Drunk

a/n: it’s good to be writing again! maybe take me a while to get back into the swing of things so maybe bare with. masterlist, GIF isn’t mine! This also crosses the ‘girls night out’ square off my CM bingo square! @cmbingo

word count: 701 (short i know sorry)

requested?: yes, ‘15 and 31 on the prompt list with Spencer?? hehe luv u’

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: maybe you shouldn’t have driven your co workers to work

“Spencer I can’t remember if I told you but I’m going out tonight with Pen, Emily and JJ” You shout while coming out of your shared bedroom and adjusting your last earrings - the finishing touch to your look. “Yeah no you didn’t tell me but Garcia wouldn’t shut up about it all day” Spencer laughs from his position on the sofa glancing up at you before doing a double take “Wow Y/N you look great!” He jumps up from the sofa and comes over to hug you. His head rests on yours and he gives you a kiss on the top of the head. “Aww thank you babe. Sorry I didn’t tell you not all of us have such a good memory” You reply with a wink as you turn towards the door. “Have fun I love you” Spencer smiles as he puts his feet on the coffee table and cracks open a book “Love you too and feet off the table!” You scold and close the door. You get in your car and decide to drive tonight and leave your car at the club if you have too much to drink.

Three hours later and your girls night is in full swing. You realise you’ll have to get a cab home to avoid waking up Spencer to ask for a lift. You tune back into the conversation as JJ is speaking “I just feel like since the kids have grown enough to go to school me and will finally have some time together if you get what I mean” she laughs “Will and I” you cut in chuckling “Oh dear god she’s turning into Spencer!” Emily exclaims “Who are you and what have you done with OUR Y/N?” Garcia grabs you from across the table. You throw your head back laughing and raise your hands in a mock surrender “I’m just saying” you slur, after all you had all gone through a collective three bottles of wine which meant you were all still conscious just slightly tipsy. “Speaking of our wonderful boy genius, what is he like in bed” Garcia slurs “That’s the million dollar question” Emily laughs. You blush profusely and shake your head “I’m not talking about my sex life right now” “Aww boo no fun” JJ joins in on the bullying. Out the corner of your eye you see Emily pull out her phone as it rings - “I gotta take this” She mouths and exists the loud room. You and your other two team mates delve right back into conversation “So you say right now what about after another couple of glasses of wine?” Garcia questions “Maybe” you shrug the question off.

A couple of minutes later Emily returns to the table “I got bad news, we’ve just had an urgent case come in and we have to go to work immediately” She sighs, “Are you guys all okay to go in now? You can sleep off the wine on the jet if you want?” Concern laces her features when she realises you’ve all been drinking. You all agree you’re in an okay state to go work and before you know any different you’re driving three of your co workers to the FBI building after probably drinking more than the limit.

Within 30 minutes the whole team have been briefed and are on the seven hour flight from home (excluding Penelope). You snuggle into Spencer on the sofa under a blanket he brought knowing you probably won’t be in the talkative mood. Your head rests on his shoulder but he knows you aren’t asleep. “So how did you end up getting to work?” He questions innocently. “I drove” you mumble. “You what?!” He shoots up, making you jump, “Emily, JJ, you were okay with this?” He exclaims gathering the attention of the whole jet “Okay with what?” JJ asks in a sleepy state “Y/N driving you all to work” You hear Rossi gasp slightly and you come to realise how it may of not been your best idea. “Why would that be bad?” Emily asks, “I’m drunk” you announce and pinch the bridge your nose. “You’re drunk?” JJ waves her arms, “YOU DROVE US HERE!”

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“All you have to do is ask” Chapter 5 - [Reid x Reader]

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Summary: The team has a case that takes them to Illinois. Our favorite boy wonder gets jealous and challenges Reader. So, she decides to show him who is really in charge.

Pairing: Spencer Reid / (Female Reader)

Word Count: 5.7k for Chapter 5

Content Warning: Here we go. The team has a case, so talk about m*rder, the usual criminal minds stuff. Jealousy. BDSM. Femdom. Degradation. Slapping. Spitting. Face sitting. Face fucking. Vaginal fingering. And I think that’s it.

A/n: In celebration of my 1 week of writing again, and all the lovely support I’ve gotten, I’m giving you chapter 5 a day early. Chapter 6 is still scheduled for Saturday. (Mostly because I haven’t written it all yet.) Chapter 5 is my favorite so far. I hope you love it as much as I do...because things only escalate in chapter 6. 😇 Some names on my tag list still aren’t working. I’m sorry! 

y/n = your name. y/l/n = your last name. italicized text are Reader’s thoughts.

-- Chapter 5: “Are you jealous, Doctor?” –

I don’t resent my job, I repeated mentally for the thousandth time. I don’t resent my job. I am not upset. I am happy to be here to help people in need. I didn't even sound very convincing in my own mind. I had known it was too good to be true. I finally had Dr. Reid right where I wanted him…when both of our phones chimed with the same text message. "Avengers, ASSEMBLE.” But it’s fine that we’re sitting on the jet at 10 pm headed to the Midwest. Keep telling yourself that, y/n. Serial killers were such cock blocks.

The ding from the computer on the small table signaled Garcia's digital arrival. "Hello, my loves!" Her sunshine personality would not be dampened by our sleepy grumbles. Or sexually frustrated grumbles, in my case; and from the way Dr. Reid kept sneaking glances at me, I suspected his too.

“What do we know so far?” Hotch asked, cutting right to business. If he was tired, he certainly didn't show it. I'm still not even sure if he's human.  

“The Illinois state police say that our 5th victim is named Sarah Gossman. She was a 32-year-old middle school teacher. Reported missing by her husband, Ralph, two days ago. Locals didn’t realize she was connected to the other victims until her body was found 2 hours ago.”

Hotch nodded, scanning the open file in front of him. “How were they able to connect them, Penelope?” David Rossi, the grandfather of the BAU questioned.

Garcia cringed. “They found the same wound on her shoulder blade. A square of her skin was missing.”

“It’s an interesting signature,” Spencer interjected. “The edges look jagged. Almost like the blade was serrated.”

“That’s what the M.E.’s thought too.”

“Babygirl, do they know if it’s the same knife that was used in the other murders?”

For a moment all that was heard was the clicking of her keys. “That is the suspicion, my beautiful chocolate sculpture of perfection.” I snorted at that one; every once in a while, their flirting quips got me. “They need the knife to be sure.”

"Thanks, Garcia," Hotch said before ending the video call. “Alright, if this unsub holds to pattern, he is going to take his next victim before 10 am tomorrow morning.”

“We might not be able to stop it,” Prentiss said. “But we can get her back. He keeps them for at least 36 hours.”

Hotch nodded. “Get some sleep if you can; it’s gonna be a long night.”

--

I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder; my fear evaporating when I turned and saw it was just JJ. “Hey,” she said softly. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” I said with a yawn that I couldn’t muffle. “I just feel like I’m stuck in a swamp, you know?” She nodded. “How he’s choosing them will be how we find him. How we find her.”

True to pattern, the unsub took his next victim the following morning after the body of Sarah Gossman was found. Alicia Sheldon, 31, was reported missing by her mother just after 10 am this morning. We had no proof that she was with our unsub outside of the profile, but we all knew that the clock was ticking if we wanted to bring her home alive.  

JJ nodded, reading over my shoulder. “Narrowing down when can help too. Any luck?”

“Not really,” I sighed, closing my eyes. “I don’t think he does it at night, though. Garcia was able to see the activity for Alicia’s phone before she was taken. She replied to a text message at 4:45 am this morning.”

“Jesus Christ, that’s early.”

“What’s early?” Emily Prentiss asked as she walked into the conference room, Derek following after her.

“4:45 am is early,” I supplied. “Alicia replied to a text at that time.”

"Do we know if it was her?" That voice came from someone I hadn't laid eyes on yet. He must have followed Derek and Prentiss in. Dr. Reid was staring at me intently, his shirt wrinkled, glassed perched on the bridge of his nose. Even like this, he was so pretty it almost hurt to look at him. “Could the unsub have answered the text message to throw off suspicion?”

“I don’t think so, Doc.” I pointed at the evidence board where her most recent text messages and emails had been printed and tacked up. “Her text seemed personal. Not too much detail. It was sent to her best friend; unless the unsub was stalking her, there isn’t a way he would know that.”

Spencer nodded, walking around the table until he came to rest in front of the board. “Why would she be up so early…” His posture stiffened. What do you have, baby? What do you see? He turned and hit the phone that was in the center of the table.

“Speak and be heard.”

“Garcia, can we determine what time the last digital activity any of the women had was? We need to determine if they were all taken in the early morning hours.”

Morgan commented, “What are you thinking, Kid?”

Spencer didn’t answer, Garica spoke first. “Victim one and three are a no go; but victims 2 and 4 both had some digital dealings before 5 am the days they were reported missing, but they were all still at home according to the GPS on their phones.”

"Again, I say, Jesus, that's early."

I nodded at JJ. “Right. Who wakes up that early?”

“Someone with a strict routine,” Spencer said, his eyes never straying from the paper in front of him. “Garcia, did all of the victims have gym memberships?”

“Yeah, but to different gyms.”

Reid looked like he had just won the lottery. “What if all the women were on their way to the gym when he grabbed them? They all look athletic but have hectic schedules; it might be the only time they can fit it in. It’s still dark, but it’s technically morning. The women might feel safer. We didn't connect it right away because victims 2, 3, and 4 lived alone, no one knew their routines. He lies in wait and then grabs them, stuffing them into their own cars and driving off.” He was speaking rapidly at this point. “That could be why no one has found their cars yet. He has them.”

“Oh shit,” I muttered. “We need to see if the gyms have outside cameras.”

“Already on it, crimefighters.”

--

The unsub had left his car in parking lots adjacent to the gyms where the women were abducted for almost 2 days each time.

He thought he was smart; Spencer Reid was smarter.

“Hey,” a voice called from behind me. I turned to come face to face with a local deputy. He was a bit taller than me, stocky build, blonde hair that was cropped close to his scalp. “Good work out there today, Agent.”

“Thanks. You too, Deputy.” I turned, continuing to pack up my files. I was ready to go to the hotel and get some fucking sleep. Our jet was set to head out at 8 am the following morning. I’d gotten some sleep Saturday night; the team had gone back to the hotel in shifts while we continued searching for the unsub. But now it was Sunday afternoon and the exhaustion was starting to wear on me.

He cleared his throat, wanting my full attention again. “I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go for a drink?” Oh no.

I smiled at him, trying to be polite. “Oh, thanks for the offer but I’m really tired and we fly out early tomorrow.”

Deputy Douche didn’t like that one bit. He stepped forward, placing a hand on my upper arm. “Well, it doesn’t have to be a drink,” his smirk made my lips want to curl up in a snarl. “I can meet you back at your hotel and we can break in that bed together.”

Oh gross. I jerked my arm out of his grip. “No, thanks.” I turned my back to him.

He looked miffed but had the sense to not make a grab for me again. I felt his fingers brush over the end of my hair as he leaned in. “Let me know if you change your mind,” he whispered. He slid a piece of paper on the desk before he turned and finally left me alone.

Gross. I threw the paper in the trash.

My attention was so focused on finishing up so I could escape before Deputy Douche came back that I didn’t notice Spencer watching me from across the precinct with a deep frown on his pretty face.

--

I was unbuttoning my shirt when I heard a firm knock on my hotel room door. “Come the fuck on,” I whined. Leaving the two buttons undone I went to the door, expecting to see Hotch, given how sharp that knock was. It wasn’t Hotch. It was my boy looking angrier than I’d ever seen him.

He shoved through the doorway, making his way into my room. Luckily, we all had separate rooms this time. “Well, come on in,” I muttered before I shut the door.

Spencer was fuming. “What the fuck was that?”

I blinked. “What the fuck was what?”

His hands balled into fists at his side. “At the police station. With that Deputy.”

Maybe it was how tired I was, but none of this was clicking. “Deputy Douche? You saw that?”

“Yeah, I fucking saw that,” he scoffed. “I saw him touching you. Flirting with you.”

“Right.” Right?

Wrong, apparently, because that did nothing to dampen his anger. “Why did you let him touch you?”

It clicked then, right at that exact moment I saw what was beneath his anger.  “Spencer…are you jealous?" I knew it wasn't the best idea to laugh but I really couldn't help it. The idea was so ludicrous to me. Morgan didn't call Spencer 'Pretty Boy' for no reason. On top of being one of the most brilliant people in the world, he was also the most gorgeous person I had ever seen. His bone structure alone was enough to make most women do a double-take. The thought that I would choose to spend my evening with the Deputy…over Dr. Spencer Reid? Yeah, no.

His cheeks burned pink, but he held his ground. “You said we were monogamous.”

Oh, hold up. I barked out a laugh. “No,” I corrected. “I said we could talk about monogamy in our dynamic if you wanted to continue." I felt my anger rise so quickly. "You have a fucking eidetic memory, baby. You know what I said.” Plus, I can’t control who flirts with me, dickbag, I thought, choosing not to say it out loud.

His anger matched mine. “I thought it was understood!”

“Nothing is understood until we talk about it, Doc.”

“Don’t call me that, not right now.”

Bad move, baby. “Oh, so you think you give the orders, Doc?” I made sure to put a lot of emphasis on the last letter in an attempt to rile him up further.

It worked because no sooner had the words left my mouth than his body slammed into mine. His mouth sealed over my lips in an angry kiss, his tongue demanding entry to my mouth, his hands tangled in my hair, holding me to him.

I was so lost for a moment; I hadn’t felt this in so long. For years my relationships were in perfect control, nothing unexpected. Who knew Dr. Reid would be the one that broke that pattern?

I hope you’re ready for this. My right hand grabbed the hair at the back of his head, tugging hard. His mouth broke away from mine with a yelp, but my left hand came up to hold his face, forcing his lips to pucker. “What do you think you’re doing?”

He looked scared for just a moment. Come on, baby. You can do it. Enlightenment washed over his face as he whimpered out, “I’m sorry.”

I tugged his hair again, only this time he moaned softly at the sensation. “You’re sorry what?”

“I-I’m sorry, Miss.” He licked his lips, looking more unsure than scared now.

Despite how fast my heart was beating, and how blown his pupils were, I couldn’t move forward until he understood. Spencer needed to understand the rules of a situation to feel comfortable. “We don’t have to do this, baby,” my voice was a whisper; somehow my serious tone didn’t manage to break the tension that hung around us.

“I want to,” his voice was hushed, urgent. “I trust you, y/n. And I feel so…I don’t know what this feeling is.”

I rubbed my thumb over his cheek, brushing over his bottom lip. “I know, sweet boy. I’ve got you.” I pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Green, yellow, and red,” I said knowing he’d understand what I meant. “There’s no shame here, pretty boy. I will not be upset with you if you need to use a safe word. It doesn’t mean our relationship ends, just this scene.” He nodded quickly. “I need your words, baby.”

“Yes Miss,” his voice was breathy, but his eyes were steady.

I smirked at him. “Good boy.” My hand tightened in his hair. “You’ll be a good boy for me, won’t you Dr. Reid?”

“Y-yes Miss.” I had guessed that the honorific would be a turn on for him, and judging by the whimper that followed his words, it looks like I was right.

“Take your clothes off and lay down in the center of the bed,” I released him, backing away to put as much space between us as I could. “Wait for me. You’re not allowed to touch yourself.” Honey brown eyes met mine, he wasn’t confused anymore. All that I saw reflecting in those eyes was desire.

I walked around him, never turning to look at him, and I headed into the bathroom. I finished taking off my shirt. I ran a brush through my hair. I did any tiny little task I could think of; I wanted him to wait.

The thing about BDSM dynamics that most people don’t understand is that no relationship is the same. The punishments that made one submissive tremble wouldn’t be effective on another. Anticipation would make Spencer squirm; I was sure of it. I had given Dr. Reid a lot of thought since our first conversation. I needed to understand what desires drove him if I was going to be able to bring him to the heights I wanted to.

Looking in the mirror, I puffed out a big breath. Truth be told, part of me being in the bathroom was to build anticipation for Spencer…but, part of it was because I was afraid. Even before tonight I had decided that my nervous boy deserved more than I gave the average sub. I cared about all my submissives to a point but, Dr. Spencer Reid was different. Maybe it’s because he had already held my life in his hands for almost a year; that made it easier…hell, it made it possible to trust him with this.

Squaring my shoulders, I turned and walked out of the bathroom. The main room was lit only by a lamp on the bedside table, covering our little world in a soft glow. I stalked slowly towards the bed, my eyes dragging up, up, up, until I saw him. He had followed my directions; I realized this was the first time I had ever seen him completely naked. He was beautiful, so beautiful. He wasn’t as scrawny as he looked to be with his clothes on. His body was covered in lean, toned muscles. He had no hair on his chest, giving him a slightly delicate appearance in my eyes; I wanted to mark that chest with scratches from my nails and bruises from my mouth. His cock laid against his thigh, half hard already. Like the good boy, I knew him to be, his arms were at his side, hands balled into tight fists.

I reached for the button of my pants, undoing them slowly, my eyes never left Spencer’s. Once my pants were off, leaving me in just my bra and panties, I placed a knee on the bed. I was careful not to touch him while I crawled up the bed to kneel beside him. Spencer's eyes bounced all over my body, his hands clenched and relaxing. My boy didn’t know what was to come and waiting for it was agonizing.

I reached out my hand to him, allowing my fingers to barely brush his arm. I trailed them up then down again and again. “Tell me why you came here tonight,” his eyes searched my face, still looking so vulnerable. “Why did you come to my door, Spencer?”

He licked his lips. “I-I was mad.”

My touch became firmer, a sort of reward for his honesty. I let my fingers wander up to his collarbone, over his chest. "Why were you mad, Dr. Reid?"

The whimper that slipped from his lips when I called him Dr. Reid was music to my ears. His hips were shifting on the bed, he was fully hard now.

“Because he touched you.”

I moved to swing my leg over his body, straddling his abdomen, careful not to touch his cock, not yet. “And why were you mad that he touched me?” I whispered.

“He can’t touch you,” his voice was breathy but firm. “You’re mine.”

Slap.

He looked startled when my open palm connected with his cheek. It wasn’t as hard as I wanted; I was still unsure. “No, Dr. Reid. I’m not yours. You are mine.” I leaned over him, my arms going to either side of his head to cage him in. “Do you understand?”

In the way that Spencer knew everything, he knew what I was really asking. His voice was no more than a whisper. “Green.”

I offered him a small smile. Then I lifted my hand to grab on to his face again. “I asked you if you understand, Dr. Reid?”

Spencer nodded quickly. “Yes Miss, I understand.”

I released his face before moving off the bed again. “You’ve been a very naughty boy, Spencer.” I gave him a frown as my hands reached behind my back to undo my bra, letting it slide down my arms. Spencer licked his lips, his fists becoming tighter. “I’m very disappointed in you, baby.”

“I-I’m sorry, Miss.” His voice was dry as he stumbled over his words.

"Are you, Dr. Reid?" I asked as my thumbs hooked into the waistband of my panties. "Are you really sorry?" Wiggling them down my hips, I let them drop to the floor before I stepped out of them.

“Yes. Yes, Miss. I’m so sorry.”

I crawled onto the bed, sitting back with my legs underneath me, letting my hands run up and down the skin of my thigh. “They’re pretty words, Dr. Reid, but I don’t know if I believe you.” I tilted my head to the side, bringing both my hands to my stomach, inching them up to my breasts. I let out a moan when I finally reach my destination, massaging my breasts, twisting my nipples while Spencer watched. I heard him whimper, causing a smile to tug at my lips. You’re doing so well, baby. I raised my body up so I was on my knees; I spread my thighs slightly, letting one of my hands drop to the apex of my thighs. Spencer watched so closely I’m not sure he even blinked when I dipped one finger inside the place that ached for him. I moved my finger in and out, biting my lip while I watched him.

After a moment I removed my finger, surprising him by bringing it to his mouth. “Open.” He obeyed instantly, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucked on my finger. “I wonder what else I could make you suck on.” I withdrew my finger from his mouth, bringing it back to my pussy. “How are you going to prove that you’re sorry, Dr. Reid? What are you going to do for me?”

His voice was filled with longing and hunger. “Anything, miss, I’ll do anything.”

I smirked, moving closer to him. Bracing my hands on either side of his body, I swung my leg over his torso, keeping on my knees so I didn’t touch him. Not yet. “Anything, huh?” He nodded quickly; his eyes fixed on my pussy.

I moved one hand to the headboard, the other moved to touch those beautiful curls of his, pulling hard enough to get another moan from him. “If you really want to apologize, Dr. Reid, maybe you can put that pretty little mouth of yours to better use?” I applied a tiny bit of pressure to his head.

He looked confused for a second, his eyes were wide in surprise like he couldn't believe what I was asking him to do. He probably can’t, I thought.

“What’s the matter, baby?” I teased. “Do you not want me to put my pussy on your face? You don’t want me to fuck your tongue?”

“No, no!” He whispered hurriedly. “I want that more than anything Miss.”

“Good boy.” I think he felt the significance of this moment too. “I’ll forgive you if you can make me cum before I get bored of you," I smirked down at him. “What do you think about that Dr. Reid? Can you make me cum all over your pretty little face?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Open your mouth.” I leaned over, putting my mouth closer to his, making it clear what I was going to do before I spit into his mouth. “Swallow it.” He swallowed obediently without any hesitation. Noted.

“Okay, Dr. Reid. I’ll take that apology now.”

He moved so fast. His hands hooked on the backs of my thighs, pulling me up his body while also pushing himself down the bed. My pussy was hovering over his mouth, he licked his lips, his fingers flexing on my thighs. He looked so desperate for me…but still so unsure. “Go ahead, baby,” I whisper, pulling on his hair hard enough to make him whimper.

With that, he gripped my hips and pulled me to his mouth. I felt his tongue move through my folds, gathering the wetness that pooled there. He moaned so loudly, pulling my hips down further, bringing my pussy closer to his face.

It had been so long since I’d felt this. I hadn’t let anyone touch me like this in years; it was so much better than I remembered, but that may have just been because it was Spencer doing it.

“Ugh,” I moan, starting to rock my hips. “Fuck, baby.” I pulled his hair, tugging hard enough that I knew it hurt. “I’m already getting bored, Dr. Reid, and you just started. You can do better than that.”

I wasn’t ready, not even a bit, for his lips locking around my clit. He flicked it with his tongue, then circled it, trying to find the method that made me groan and grind my pussy down on his mouth.

“That’s more like it, Dr. Reid,” I said, earning another moan from him. “I knew there had to be a better use for this smart mouth." My hips started rocking faster, his fingers were digging into my flesh. "What would the team say if they knew about what a dirty boy you are, Dr. Reid?" His tongue sped up, causing me to shudder. I bit my lip so hard I felt real pain. I didn’t want him to hear me moan; he hadn’t earned it yet. “What would they say if they heard Dr. Reid beg me to fuck his face? You’re always such a good boy, baby. But you’re not the good boy they think you are. You’re my good boy.”

My hips were moving more rapidly; Spencer hadn’t slowed his pace at all, almost like he could feel how close I was. What I had planned would be hard for me…but I knew it would be torture for him. After a few moments, when I felt my pussy spasm with the telltale signs of my impending orgasm, I gripped his hands and pulled them from me while I lifted my hips.

His mouth was red, wet, and his lips were swollen. His face morphed from one of bliss to one of confusion. “Wha-“

I moved away from him. “That was really the best you could do, Dr. Reid?” He bit into his lip, he looked almost embarrassed as his eyes moving down to my pussy.

“Please, Miss,” he begged. “Please let me finish. You taste so good. You were so close, I felt it.”

I chuckled, “Oh you felt it, huh?” I reached between my thighs, gathering some of my wetness, then moved that same hand to grip Spencer’s cock. At that first touch he let out a strangled sound that was almost a scream; my poor boy is so sensitive. I gave him a few pumps before I removed my hand.

“Miss, please.”

“You didn’t make me cum, Dr. Reid,” I said sweetly. “What makes you think you’ve earned my touch?” I moved my fingers back to my clit, rubbing slow circles, still so, so close. “Touch yourself.” He obeyed immediately, his eyes never leaving my fingers that were swirling around the place his mouth had just been. “I want you to touch yourself like you do when you’re at home in bed, Dr. Reid. Back when you still felt so guilty, but you just couldn’t help it…because I know you thought about me when you touched yourself long before Nebraska.”

His eyes shot up to meet mine; it was hard to tell if his flushed face got a little pinker in the dim light of the room. “You don’t need to deny it, baby.” My fingers started working faster. “I know. I’ve always known. So, I want you to touch yourself like you did back then. You can do that for me, right baby?”

Hand moving faster and faster now, he gave me another beautiful whimper, “yes Miss.”

“Good boy,” my finger’s slowed. “I said you could touch yourself. I never said you could cum. Stop, Spencer.” I could tell from his breathing that he was so close to the edge. “I said stop.” I reached out to grip his arm tightly, digging my nails into his skin.

Once he had released his cock, I took in his appearance. His stomach muscles kept tensing, his cock was leaking precum steadily now, his dick was an angry red, his teeth were digging into his bottom lip, and I could see the tears of frustration swimming in his eyes.

“Aw, baby,” I cooed, leaning over to put my body above his again; I caressed his cheek softly. “What’s wrong?”

"I-I" the chatterbox that was Dr. Spencer Reid was finally speechless.

I lifted my hand off of his face only to bring it back down in a sharp slap. “I asked you a question, Dr. Reid.”

I saw the desperation in his eyes. I know baby, I know. We’re almost there.

“Please, miss,” his words were so quiet. “I can’t take this anymore. I’m sorry. I’m yours.”

He deserved the world. This wonderful man deserved the entire world. “I believe you, Dr. Reid.” I leaned over him then, sealing my lips over his, my tongue stroking into his mouth softly. I felt his hands rise up towards my body only to stop just before they made contact.

He made my heart swell. I pulled my mouth away, looking down at him with an emotion I didn’t want to name shining from my eyes. “You’ve been such a good boy, baby.” I pushed the damp curls off of his forehead. “Such a good boy. I think you deserve something special.” I rose up on my knees, straddling his body again, my hand moving down to my pussy to spread myself open for his eyes. “What would you like more? Do you want me to put my pussy on your pretty face again? I’ll let you cum while you make me cum. I know how badly you need to taste me, Dr. Reid.” I bit my lip at how quickly he nodded his head. “Or, I can let you fuck my mouth. Hold onto my hair and fuck your pretty cock down my throat. Then I’ll let you watch me cum after.” I left a kiss on the tip of his nose.

Dr. Spencer Reid usually made decisions quickly; his mind worked so much quicker than everyone else, but he was struggling here. His eyes met mine, he looked so desperate and lost in a sea of his own desire.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you, baby.” I moved down his body then, trailing kisses down his stomach. I gripped his cock hard in my hand, causing him to moan so loudly I’m sure someone in the neighboring rooms heard him. “Fuck my face, Dr. Reid. I want to watch you come undone.”

Needing no further encouragement, his hands tangled in my hair, tugging the strands so hard it made my eyes water. I opened my mouth over him; he lifted his hips going far deeper into my mouth than he would have done normally. I relaxed my jaw, swallowing around the head of his cock. My eyes were watering too much to watch him, but I heard him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, pulling my head down to meet his upward thrust. “You feel so fucking good, y/n. I’m gonna…” he let out a ragged breath. “I’m gonna cum.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than he came apart. His groan was from deep in his chest and it sounded like my name as he filled my mouth. He slowed his thrusts, but I continued sucking. I needed him to feel every ounce of this.

When his hands finally dropped from my head, I released him. I wiped my eyes and I took him in. He looked so overwhelmed, shattered, and beautiful. I moved up the bed, lying beside him and wrapping him in my arms. I peppered his shoulder with kisses. “You did so good, Spencer,” I praised. “So, so good. I’m so proud of you.”

Spencer turned, his hands cupping my jaw while he stared so deep in my eyes. What I saw swirling on the surface of those amber eyes made my heart stop.

“You didn’t cum.” His voice was scratchy.

“I know. It’s okay,” I reassured. “We can take a break. Or you can watch me cum now.” I kept stroking his hair, his body. “Whatever you want, Spencer.”

My core was still throbbing, the sight of his release only pulling me closer to the edge.

His lips lifted in a smirk. “Whatever I want?” he teased.

“Yes.”

He blinked once, then again. He didn’t know quite what to do with my confirmation; but I meant it, in this moment, I was willing to give Spencer Reid anything and everything.

“…Can I make you cum?” he searched my eyes for any sign of hesitation. “I…I want to finish. What I was doing earlier.”

My laugh bubbled out of me. “I just had your cock down my throat but now you can’t ask me if you can make me cum on your face?”

I was still laughing when he leaned forward to kiss me; both of his hand cupping my jaw. There was heat behind this kiss; it brought my simmering arousal back to a giant flame in my lower belly. Heat wasn’t all that was there though. I can’t think about that. I couldn’t dwell on what I felt, but I felt it with my entire soul.

Despite what we had just done, this felt different. The scene felt over, his powerful orgasm had shifted the mood in our little bubble. I wasn’t his Miss. He wasn’t my pretty, nervous boy. He was Spencer and I was y/n; and he wanted to make me feel good. He rose over me then, wasting no time on foreplay; he knew I didn’t need it.

He settled between my thighs, his hands wrapping around them, his fingers digging into my skin. With one final look at my face to make sure this was really okay, he put his mouth on me. My back arched and my mouth hung open in a silent scream. Spencer didn’t toy with me; he knew how close I was.

“Spencer, Spencer, fuck,” his eyes opened when my fingers tangled in his hair, my pussy grinding into his face. “I’m so close. Fuck.”

I was so lost I didn’t realize his hand had moved until I felt two fingers enter me, curling expertly. He pumped his fingers and wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking firmly. That was all it took for me to cum for him.

It all happened so quickly I didn’t have time to be scared. He was the first man to make me orgasm in longer than I wanted to admit. I knew the last time I let someone put their mouth on me. It had always felt like a deeply intimate act to me, I was always nervous to let anyone do it.

Spencer rose up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Why is that sexy?

He laid down beside me; I'm not sure who's arms wrapped around who first, but we were clinging to each other, both of us breathing hard.

“So,” I said, after clearing my throat. “What did you think?”

Spencer chuckled, the hot air of his breath puffing against my hair. “I liked it.”

“Yeah?” I pulled back to look at his eyes.

“Mhm," was his response as he leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on my lips before his mood shifted. "Y/n…I'm sorry I got so mad." He looked so embarrassed as he said it as if it wasn't the sweetest thing in the world that Spencer Reid would care about me like that. “I just…I saw him touching you and I just…” he dropped his gaze. “I know we didn’t talk about monogamy, but I thought- I was just so worrie-“

My finger pressed against his lips. “I don’t want to be with anyone else, Spencer.”

We fell asleep shortly after that. I couldn’t help but wonder if his thoughts felt anything like mine; the irony of it all was I was too afraid to ask.

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Acceptance

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau X Emily Prentiss

Warning: Strong Language & Sensitive Topics Mentioned

Words: 2.8K

The team didn’t have a case so JJ and Emily were relaxing in their house, enjoying each other’s company as they watched a movie together. After years of consistently pining for each other, the team had enough and hatched a plan to get them together. Mainly because of Garcia’s insistence, the women have been dating for nearly two years and although they each had their own place, neither one could bear to stay away from the other for long, so they were currently living in Emily’s condo.

They were on the couch, JJ laying on top of the brunette, with their arms wrapped around each other as the movie played in the background. A resounding knock cut through the room, causing the two to share a look of confusion as they both got up, neither one expecting visitors. The blonde grabbed the TV remote and lowered the volume as Emily went to open the door.

JJ turned and began straightening the couch as she called out, “Emily, honey, who is it?” After not hearing a response, the younger woman walked out to see what was wrong and was shocked to find the Ambassador standing in the doorway with Emily gaping at her.

The Ambassador’s eyebrows scrunched together as she squinted her eyes in disbelief, “Emily dear, are you not going to invite me in?” The brunette, still in shock, didn’t respond but stepped aside and shut the door after her mother walked in. After a moment of standing at the door to compose her confusion, she walked over to the younger woman and stood next to her, desperate to feel her girlfriend’s presence.

Elizabeth clasped her hands together as she questioned, “now then, I heard her calling you ‘honey.’ What is she talking about and why is she calling you honey?” Realizing that her mother was speaking to her, Emily’s shock began to fade, “I’m sorry, what?” The Ambassador’s patience was beginning to wear thin as she spoke with disgust, “this woman called you honey. Why?”

Emily stood up straighter and stepped in front of the blonde but not before reaching back and grabbing her hand, intertwining their fingers, “this woman is my girlfriend, Jennifer.” Elizabeth paled as she digested the information before croaking out, “girlfriend? You like women?” The brunette stared at her mother, “I don’t like women. I love Jen.”

The Ambassador’s jaw clenched together and after a moment of silence, she answered, “do you not care about me and what this will do to my reputation? You liking women. What you need is a husband to set you straight.” Shocked, Emily scoffed, “I’m sorry, what?” Her mother threw her hands up as she began to raise her voice, “this will ruin my career Emily. This will ruin the Prentiss name and everything I’ve created. Why are you choosing to do this to me, your flesh and blood, your family, your mother?”

For a split second, all Emily saw was red before she felt a small squeeze on her hand, forcing her to look back and lock eyes with JJ, noticing the love that was shining through from the crystal blue eyes. She turned back to Elizabeth and spat, “this has nothing to do with you. Who I love isn’t a choice I make, it’s a feeling I can’t change and I love Jennifer. Who I am and who I love is none of your business, mother.”

“This has to be some sort of practical joke you’re playing and I have to say, it’s not quite that funny Emily. I gave birth to you. I raised you. I have given you everything you’ve ever asked for. And this is how you repay me? This is absurd and you should be ashamed of how you’re acting because it’s quite ridiculous,“ the Ambassador nearly shouted.

Emily’s frustration exploded, “you NEVER raised me. You were NEVER there. You NEVER even gave a shit about me. You only cared about how I made you look, so don’t start acting like you care because you never did. I lived my whole life without you in it and I definitely don’t need you in it now. So goodbye, Elizabeth.”

The Ambassador scoffed, “I’m your mother. If you think that I’m going to just stand here and let you speak to me in that manner then you’re clearly mista-”

JJ let go of her girlfriend’s hand as she stepped in front of her, shielding the brunette from her mother as she snapped, “don’t you dare finish that sentence. I don’t care if you’re the Ambassador or not. Get the fuck out of our house. You’ve clearly overstayed your welcome.” Elizabeth’s face flushed from anger as her mouth parted but nothing more came out. She huffed and whirled around, storming out of the door and slamming it shut behind her.

Emily’s eyes remained focused on the door as tears began to form, her body shaking slightly from the whole ordeal. JJ turned and gently enveloped her girlfriend into her arms, letting out a sigh of frustration. The brunette wrapped her arms around the younger woman’s torso, as she sobbed.

“I’m sorry,” Emily’s voice cracked. JJ pulled back slightly and looked at the older woman with concern etched into her features. Her heart shattered when hearing the sadness in her girlfriend’s voice, “for what?” Emily closed her eyes as her lip trembled, “for making you put up with this. You deserve so much better Jen.” “Oh Em,” JJ sighed lovingly as she reached up and grasped the brunette’s face and wiped away the tears with her thumb, “you’re the best I can have. I love you. I will always love you.”

Emily pressed further into the blonde’s palms, seeking comfort. JJ leaned in and placed a light kiss upon her girlfriend’s lips, the taste of the salty tears that had fallen prominent on her lips. The older woman hummed with satisfaction as they split before hugging her flush against her body and resting her chin on top of the younger woman’s head.

The two split and JJ smiled softly at the brunette, “why don’t you go back and play the movie? I just have to make a quick phone call and I’ll be right there, I promise.” Emily nodded slightly before leaning in and giving her girlfriend a quick peck on the cheek before heading back to the living room, her head filled with thoughts about what just happened.

The blonde stepped out of earshot as she pulled out her phone and dialed a number she knew by heart. After two rings, Garcia called out, “hey goldie locks, to what do I owe this fine pleasure?” JJ’s lips twitched in a smile at the new nickname, “the Ambassador just showed up.” “No, she didn’t,” the tech analyst gasped. The blonde sighed, “yea, she did. And to say it wasn’t pretty is definitely an understatement.”

Garica paused before she questioned, “what happened?” “She found out that we were dating and was upset with the fact that I was a woman. She kept talking about how Em doesn’t care about the Prentiss reputation and whatnot,” JJ concluded. “Oh my poor baby,” Garcia exclaimed, “give me fifteen minutes. I’ll be right there, don’t you worry.”

Before the younger woman had a chance to respond, the line was cut. She put her phone back in her pocket as she walked over to Emily who was sitting on the couch and had her eyes trained on the screen but her head seemed to be somewhere else. JJ sat down and placed her hand on the brunette’s thigh, squeezing it softly. Emily’s shoulders drooped as the blonde gathered her into her arms and ran her hand through the dark hair.

After roughly fifteen minutes of the two women comforting each other with nothing but contact, another knock was heard. Feeling her girlfriend tense up in her arms, JJ smiled softly as she placed a soft kiss on the top of her head before getting up and going to open the door.

Upon swinging the door open, she wasn’t surprised to see Penelope standing in the hallway, her arms full with a bottle of wine and multiple blankets. JJ let her in and the two walked back to where the brunette was still sitting on the couch. Emily’s eyes shot up to see who was knocking on the door and when she saw the colorful tech analyst, she turned towards her girlfriend, “Jen?”

“I called her. I thought you might need a bit of a pick-me-up and some support that wasn’t me,” the younger woman admitted with a small blush gathering on her cheeks. Garcia placed the wine on the table before throwing the blankets at the brunette and jumping onto the couch. She grasped Emily’s hands tightly, “I’m so sorry sweetcheeks. You don’t deserve any of this crap.”

JJ’s eyebrow lifted at the word, surprised that Garcia used it but ultimately decided to not say anything. She walked over and perched herself behind the older woman, resting her chin on her girlfriend’s shoulder as her arms wrapped around her torso. Emily leaned back into the blonde’s embrace as she squeezed her friend’s hands.

Penelope let go of the brunette’s hands and reached over, grabbing the wine bottle off the table, “I’m here for you,” she shared a look with JJ, “we both are.” Emily smiled faintly at the two, “thanks PG.” The peppy woman patted the older woman’s hand, “no need to thank me. I love you E. We both do.” Emily nodded, indicating that she knew, “I love you guys too.”

“Now, we’re gonna talk about everything that happened and what you’re thinking and we better finish this wine. I’m not leaving until the entire bottle is done,” Garcia promised with a smirk. The two lovers shared a laugh at their friend’s antics.

Penelope popped open the cork as JJ ran into the kitchen to grab three wine glasses. While the tech analyst poured some into each glass, the blonde returned to her seat behind the older woman and grabbed one glass while using her other to wrap around her girlfriend.

Taking a tentative sip, Emily began, “honestly? I don’t even know where to start. I guess it just hurts. I know it shouldn’t because she was never even there, but it just does.” Penelope’s features softened at the confession while JJ reached up with her free hand and pushed the brunette hair away. She placed a soft kiss on the back of her girlfriend’s neck, causing chills to travel down Emily’s spine.

JJ set her glass down on the table and placed her chin on the older woman’s shoulder, “oh Em, of course it hurts. At the end of the day, she is your mother and of course you want her support.” The peppy woman nodded sympathetically as she took a sip from her glass, “she’s right sweetcheeks. But you have me and goldie locks over here and pretty boy and chocolate thunder and papa-”

Emily cut her off with a laugh, “I know I have you guys. All of you. And I love each and every one of you.” “We love you too,” Penelope took another sip of wine before continuing with a smirk, “maybe one of us more than others.” JJ laughed as she ran her fingers through the brunette hair lovingly, separating it into two sections. Emily closed her eyes and a smile ghosted her lips when she felt her girlfriend start braiding her hair.

Garcia threw back her glass and finished the wine before reaching out to grab the bottle to pour herself another glass before topping off the other two. She brought her legs up and crossed them under herself before reaching out to grab the older woman’s hand. She tilted her head and spoke softly, “you deserve the world E. I know it’s not the same, but you have us, all of us, and we aren’t going anywhere.”

Emily sighed, “I know I do, but I just wish she knew that it wasn’t a choice I can make. Who I love isn’t something I choose. I wish she supported me for once in my life.” As JJ finished off the first braid, she grabbed her glass and took a sip.

After a moment, she set the glass down and began on the other side, “who knows? Maybe all she needs is some time to process it because I think it’s safe to say she definitely wasn’t expecting it. But Em, she doesn’t deserve to be in your life if she doesn’t support you. It’s her loss.”

“I know and I’ll be ok, it just sucked. I mean that’s how I expected her to act, but I had a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, she would support me,” the brunette looked down at her glass, watching as her wine swirled around.

Noticing that her friend was beginning to lose herself in her mind, Penelope tugged on her hand slightly, jarring the older woman from her thoughts, “I don’t care if she’s the Ambassador, next time she pulls a stunt like that, I’m gonna destroy her credit scores and we’ll see what ruins her reputation.”

Emily let out a chuckle before putting her glass up to her lips and taking a few sips, “I love you PG, but there’s no need for that.” Penelope pouted, “aw come on. You’re taking away all my fun.” “Yeah Pen, there’s no need for that,” JJ winked at the tech analyst with a smile on her face as she finished off the second braid.

“Jayje,” Emily warned with a laugh. The blonde threw her hands up and feigned innocence as her girlfriend turned to look at her, “what?” The brunette smirked as she took another sip, “I know that tone, don’t you dare.” JJ let out a bark of laughter, “fine. We won’t do anything.” ”You’re taking away all my fun,” Penelope whined. Emily grinned as she finished off the last of her wine. The tech analyst reached for the bottle and was surprised to find it empty, “we finished it already?”

JJ raised her glass and finished hers off before standing and taking all the empty glasses and bottle to the kitchen. Penelope looked up at Emily, squeezing her hand, “are you sure you’re ok sweetcheeks?” The older woman nodded and squeezed her hands tightly, “thank you.”

“For you? Anytime,” Penelope turned and checked the clock, “it’s almost eleven? Time really does fly doesn’t it? But you’re gonna be ok, we’re all here for you.” “I know. I love you guys,” Emily reminded her with a yawn. The cheerful woman turned towards JJ, who was now walking into the living room, “this one is tired, you better get her to bed before she falls asleep here. I’m gonna head home you two.”

JJ questioned, “are you sure you don’t wanna stay the night?” Penelope shook her head with a smirk, “I’d rather let you two be alone. There is no need for me to hear what you do at night.” Emily became flustered as she turned crimson, “I- Penelope!” The tech analyst squealed with delight as she darted from the couch to the door, avoiding the friendly slap from the brunette.

Emily got up from the couch and walked over to the door with the younger woman in tow. The older woman hugged Penelope tightly, “thank you.” “You don’t need to keep thanking me E. I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” the two broke apart. JJ stepped forward and hugged her friend goodnight before Garcia turned and walked out the door.

Before turning the corner, she called out, “don’t do anything I would do.” Emily let out a chuckle before shutting the door, “sometimes, I wonder what goes through her head.” The corner of JJ’s mouth quirked up, “I guess we’ll never know.”

Emily turned towards the blonde, “thank you.” JJ’s smile faded and she tilted her head in confusion, “for what?” “For being there for me. For not leaving my side. For loving me,” the brunette explained. The younger woman stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Emily’s neck as the older woman gripped her hips, “always.” They both leaned in and shared a soft kiss, beaming as they broke apart.

JJ looked into the auburn eyes that were staring at her, “why don’t we go sleep? I think that was enough for one day, don’t you think?” The older woman nodded and followed her girlfriend to their bedroom where they both got dressed and climbed into bed. Emily opened her arms and JJ crawled into them, resting her head on the brunette’s chest as she listened to her heartbeat.

Their legs tangled together as JJ trailed her hand along the brunette’s side while Emily traced imaginary circles along her girlfriend’s back. The exhaustion from the ordeal hit both women. As JJ was on the verge of sleep, she was able to croak out, “I love you Em,” before her eyes shut and her breathing became even. Emily smiled as she whispered, “I love you too Jayje,” her heart full of love and affection for the woman in her arms, the incident of the day long forgotten.

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With a name change I figured I would repost some of my fanfics. So enjoy this lil Penemily fic. 🖤

Wine Tasting

Summary: Some funny lil drunk Emily Prentiss being cute with her girlfriend Penelope. I am using this as my free space for @sweetprentiss​‘ bingo

Characters: Tara Lewis, Emily Prentiss, Emily Prentiss

Relationships: Penemily, Emily Prentiss x Penelope Garcia

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 607

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Emily Prentiss was notorious for her spending habits- especially when she was drunk. Her favorite way to spend money was buying wine, and the biggest wine hauls came from the wine tasting that she and Tara attended at least twice a year. They would sit at a local wine vineyard all day trying every wine getting a little more than tipsy off all the samples. Over the years they had become pros at this activity and Emily had a running list of all the wines they sat down and drank during their adventure. Her list was broken down into three categories:

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The New Agent - Part 2 (final)

Request: “Hey, I got an idea for a Spencer x reader story, maybe smth with more than 1 part 😅 Spencer meeting y/n at a book store/reading and they get to know each other pretty well. 2 weeks later y/n shows up the BAU as their new boss and Morgan/Luke starts flirting with her. 😅” -  @kind-im-gedankennebel

A/N: This is the second part of “The New Agent.” You can find that fic here. Make sure you read that first before reading this or somethings might not make sense. If this flops, Linda Barnes wrote this. 

Description: You had been working at the BAU for a month now and you and Spencer have been dating for about two months. You and Spencer had told Hotch and Rossi about your relationship but the team still doesn’t know. When Derek keeps flirting with you and when the team encourages it, Spencer gets annoyed. 

Character Appearances: Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Jennifer “JJ” Jareau, Penelope Garcia, Emily Prentiss

Disclaimer: I don’t own Criminal Minds! If I did, the show would have 20 more seasons. 

(Y/N) - Your Name

(Y/L/N) - Your Last Name 

Word Count: 1,148

Posted: October 9th, 2019

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You had been with the BAU for a month and it had already been one hell of a ride. You had an instant love connection with the team, JJ, Garica, and Emily were like the sisters you never had. Hotch and Rossi were the father figures of the team and you were extremely grateful for them. But Derek was a different story. As soon as you got to the BAU, you knew you had his attention. Any chance he got he flirted with you but you didn't mind the playful banter and if you ever got uncomfortable you knew he would stop. Derek's flirting and the team's unawareness annoyed Spencer. 

You always told Spencer that you only had eyes for him and he appreciated your reassurance but it didn’t stop him from feeling annoyed. 

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You were sitting at your desk across from Spencer's and you felt eyes on you. You automatically knew it was Derek. 

"Morgan, if you see something you like, I suggest you take a  photo." 

"If I took a picture of everything that I liked it would only be pictures of you, (Y/N)."

You heard Spencer scoff which got everyone's attention. 

"Is there something wrong, Spence?" JJ asked, concern lacing her voice. 

 "Nothing's wrong JJ. Absolutely nothing," Spencer stood up suddenly and walked over to the break room.  You waited a few seconds before following him.

"What's got Pretty Boy's panties in a twist?" Derek mumbled. 

JJ and Emily shared a look, "You," they said in unison. 

"Me? What did I do?" Derek asked.

"It's what you've been doing with (Y/N), Chocolate Thunder," Penelope said as she walked into the bullpen. 

"(Y/N)? What does (Y/N) have to do with Reid and Morgan?" Emily asked. 

"For profilers, you sure are blind... then again, you aren't me. When I came back from my coffee run last week I heard strange noises coming from the supply closet," she said wiggling her eyebrows. 

"Oh my god? Are you serious?" JJ exclaimed. 

"Pen, are you COMPLETELY sure?” Emily asked. 

"I've never been surer of anything in my life. Except for the decision to work here," Garcia said, winking at Derek. 

Derek groaned, "Are you serious? Is no one going to tell me what is going on?" 

"Nope!" Penelope said popping the p.

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You made sure no one else but you and Spencer were in the break room before shutting and locking the door. 

"Spence, what the hell was that about? I thought we agreed to keep everything on the down-low!" You said in a harsh whisper. You were shocked, Spencer wasn't the type to have an outburst of attitude. 

"Screw that!" He replied, "I hate seeing Derek flirt with you. He could have any girl he wanted but of course, he wants you, the one girl he can't have. You're my girlfriend and it infuriates me when he flirts with you." 

You couldn't help but smile as you placed your hands on Spencer's shoulders, "Spencer, I only have eyes for you. I wish you would have told me. We could tell the team right now if you want."

"I think JJ, Prentiss, and Garcia suspect us already. I don't think Garcia quite forgot the closet incident."

You slapped Spencer's arm, "What about Morgan?" You asked. 

Spencer smirked, "Since we're all going out tonight he told me that he planned on asking you out."

You gasped, knowing where he was going with this, "You little devil!" 

"Please, (Y/N). I have to get him back for the prank he pulled on me last week." 

You smiled and rolled your eyes, "Fine. Only for you." 

"You're the best." He said as he kissed your cheek.

"I know!" You said and grinned when Spencer let out a laugh. 

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It was finally the end of the day and you, Spencer and the rest of the team went out for drinks. You and Spencer had discussed the plan beforehand and you couldn't wait to see the reactions from your team.

"Hey, I'm going to get another round. Does anyone want to come with me?" You announced to the group. 

"I'll go with you, Little Mama," Derek said. 

You saw Spencer's smug look out of the corner of your eye. Morgan took the bait. 

When you and Morgan were sitting at the bar waiting for your drinks you knew what was coming. 

"Hey, (Y/N)... Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure! What's up?" 

"Well, I know we've been going back and forth for the past month but I just wanted to ask if I could take you out to dinner one day... like on a date?" 

You sucked in a breath, "I'm really sorry Derek, but I only really see you as a friend. Don't get me wrong, I love our banter but I just don't see you in that way." 

He chuckled, "No worries, (Y/N). At least I tried." 

You laughed, "Yup! At least you tried." 

You brought your drinks back to the table. You watched as Morgan, Hotch, Rossi, and Spencer sat in a group. You knew without a doubt that they were going to try to get Spencer to make a move on you. As you watched the guys, JJ, Emily and Garcia were trying to get you to spill all the details on your relationship with Spencer. 

"C'mon, (Y/N)! Just give us a hint!" Emily pleaded. 

"Shhhh. You'll find out soon enough," you replied with a mischievous look. 

"Wait! I know that look! She's hiding someth-" JJ was suddenly cut off by Spencer. 

"Hey (Y/N), do you want to dance?" Spencer asked. 

"I would love to," you replied with a smile. 

The team watched in awe as you and Spencer danced effortlessly on the dance floor. 

"Ready for the grand finale?" Spencer whispered in your ear. 

"I'm always ready." 

Spencer grabbed your waist and pulled you into a searing kiss. You smiled against his lips as you heard a few screams of excitement coming from the girls and a, "Are you kidding me?" from Derek. 

When you two made your way back to the team you weren't surprised to see Hotch's bemused look, Derek's shocked expression, the smug looks coming from JJ and Emily, and the fact that Garcia was receiving all of the winning money from bets made. You rolled your eyes at the stack of cash she was stuffing into her purse. 

"Of course Pretty Boy gets the new agent," Derek said, clapping Spencer on the back. 

"I'm glad I did," Spencer said, his smile lighting up the entire bar. 

"I'm glad you did too," you said as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

Rossi let out a groan, "We need more drinks. I've enough of young love." 

You and the team broke out into a fit of late-night laughter. You couldn't wait to spend more time with your new family.

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[demigodreading]

Please...Just Say Yes

@sweetprentiss​‘ Emily Prentiss Birthday Bingo Square: Just Say Yes

Warnings: Mentions of Disassociation, Depression, Dark and Twisty

Characters: Non Binary Reader, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, Tara Lewis, Spencer Reader

Relationship: New Emily Prentiss x Non Binary Reader

Summary: Y/N works for the BAU and has not been feeling themselves lately. Penelope convinces Emily to figure out what is wrong and helps the reader.

I really just wrote this because I needed the moral support and to give myself the motivation to do literally anything. Who knows... maybe it will help one of you as well. As always.. if anyone needs help I am always here and willing to listen. You are never alone.

Word Count:1,157

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You looked at the ceiling of your bedroom counting the number of bumps from the popcorn ceiling. Oh, how you hated those little textured bumps but it gave you something to do in the morning. You got to fifty before your alarm blared loudly. It was the third one that had gone off. The one that you meant you really had to get up to go to work. You groaned turning your alarm off and removing your phone from the charger. 

You splashed water against your face and looked into the mirror trying to figure out who was looking back at you. Dark rings were under their eyes and their lips were pale. You touched the glass and watched as the person imitated the movements. Nothing felt real anymore. You pushed all these thoughts away as you took one final glance at the figure before going to get dressed. This feeling would pass… it always did at some point or another. 

Half an hour later you were walking into Quantico to begin yet another day of work. You prayed that another case wouldn’t land on your desk today and that you could spend most of it doing paperwork. Anything to prevent you from interacting with more than a handful of people. You gave a small smile to Tara and Spencer as they greeted you but said nothing. It was only with her skillful eye that Penelope could tell anything was wrong. 

She observed you for a couple more hours before she went into Emily’s office determined to fix the problem. As she entered the room Emily smiled and placed the file she was looking at down on her desk, “How can I help you Pen?”

“Have you been watching Y/N lately?” Penelope asked looked back at the window to where you were sitting.

In all reality, Emily spent most of her time watching you. She was mesmerized by the way that you worked. The way you always bit your bottom lip when you were deep in thought. Or the way that you cocked your head to the side when one of Spencer’s stories confused you. Her favorite however was the way that your face lit up and you threw your head back in laughter when someone told a funny joke. Everything about you melted Emily’s heart but she was your superior so she kept all of her thoughts to herself.

“I can’t say that I have been,” Emily lied briefly glancing out to you, “Is something wrong? You know they are still new don’t be too hard on them.”

Penelope rolled her eyes, “They are excellent Em. That is not why I came in here. Something is wrong with them. They aren’t being themselves.”

This comment piqued Emily’s curiosity so she looked out the window to intently take in your surroundings. Your head was pressed against your head as you looked into the file. She could have sworn she had seen you on the same page when she looked ten minutes ago. Her theory was confirmed as she saw you get frustrated and bring your attention back to the top of the page to read yet again. Tara and Spencer were animatedly talking a couple of desks over but your eyes never once left the paper. All of your typical light and sparkle seemed dim that day.

“Have you asked them about it?” 

“It is not me they want to talk to,” Penelope countered, “You should go say something.”

“Me?” Emily said amazed, “Why do you think they want to talk to me?”

“Oh come on Em! You can’t be that dense. We all know the way you two look at each other. You love them. And I am not talking about best friend love like we have. I’m saying you LOVE them.”

“I can’t…”

“Bullshit. You are just scared of being let down,” The blonde argued, “And I am here to tell you that Y/N feels the same way, and right now they need you. Something is wrong. I just know it and I have a feeling you are the only one who can bring them back to planet Earth.”

“Okay….okay. I get the point Garcia. I will go talk to them.”

Penelope smiled knowing she had won but stopped before she stepped out of the door, “Do it soon Emily… I worry that the longer we wait the further away they will get.”

Emily promised she would and Penelope finally left her office. For the rest of the day she pondered how she was going to get you to open up to her. She was nervous, to say the least, but she knew Penelope was right. You were sinking into a place she had never seen before. The quicker she was able to reach you the sooner she would be able to see that smile she loved so much.

Finally, everyone cleared out of the office except for you. You had just begun to gather all of your stuff when Emily came out of her office. You looked up at her the world coming to a stop as you gazed up the woman that had enraptured you for months. Even in your dissociative state, there was a sense of calm and happiness that came with Emily paying attention to you. You tried to muster a smile as she approached you but it came out as merely a twinge of your upper lip.

“Y/N you are here late.”

You shrugged, “Long day. It was hard to focus.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Emily asked gently hoping to not scare you away.

You paused looking at her worried expression, “I just don’t think that I could explain it to you properly.”

“Try me. I am a better listener than you would think.”

“It’s not that,” You sighed, “I just… I really like you Emily and what I am going through isn’t light and fluffy. It is dark and twisty and I don’t want to scare you away. Or make you think I am crazy… or that I am some awful person…” “Y/N,” Emily cut you off placing a hand gently on your shoulder, “I like you too and nothing you say will scare me off. I know dark and twisty. I live there a lot. Let me help you. Please.”

“You promise? That you aren’t going to call me crazy or run when I tell you,” You asked tears threatening to spill down your face.

“I promise,” Emily reassured you cupping your cheek gently, “Now please… just say yes.”

You finally nodded and let Emily take your hand in hers. As you stood in the elevator you pressed yourself against her dropping your head gently on her shoulder. She turned and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead and for the first time in weeks, you finally felt hope. Like you could see the darkness slowly beginning to fade.

[libraryofloveletters]

The Nanny

Being a nanny is all fun and games until you fall in love with your boss, Supervisory Special Agent, Aaron Hotchner. 

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings: a little bit of making out, slight age gap.

Category: Fluff

Word count: 1.8k 

Author’s Note: the end was kinda shitty :( 

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4:23 AM. You rolled over to the sound of your phone ringing, who could be calling you at this ungodly hour? picking up the phone to see that it’s none other than your boss, Aaron Hotchner. “What can I do for you sir?” calling him by a nickname that he refuses to acknowledge but it’s like you can almost hear he smile when you say it. “Sorry for calling so early, but I have a case. Would you be able to watch Jack this weekend? I’ll be back on Monday. If you can’t, I can ask Jessica” you listened to him and rolled out of bed. “I’ll be there in 15 minutes” “thank you” and with that, he hung up. 

 You loved babysitting Jack, it was more hanging out with an adorable little friend though. He’s always up for anything, even if it’s going to the park or just watching a movie at home. You quickly got dressed, you grabbed your keys and bag and headed off to the Hotchner residence. Even with stopping to get coffee for yourself and Aaron, you got there in 12 minutes. Knocking on the door, Aaron opened it and walked straight back to his desk to stuff some files into his briefcase. “good morning to you too” you mumbled as you walked over and placed the coffee down in front of him. He looked up to you “thank you, Jack is still sleeping but he has soccer practice at 12. I really appreciate you coming on such a short notice. I know you're young and you still have your own life-” “Sir, don't worry about it, honestly. You know I love hanging out with Jack, it’s not a big deal. I’d much rather be here than in some sweaty club with strangers” you cut him off. He smiled and walked towards Jack’s room, he disappeared into for a moment, to give him a kiss goodbye based on the smooching sound you heard. 

You had to give it to him you though, he was such a good father to Jack, even if he had to leave for work so often. “There’s cash in the usual spot incase you guys want to get pizza or anything else” Aaron picked up his bag and walked towards the door. “Thank you Aaron” he turned back and looked at you with an amused look on his face. Realizing it’s because you call him Aaron, which you never do. It's always sir or dad when Jack when is around. You started to blush when he said “you two be safe, lock the doors” “you too. Lock your door too, you know there’s a lot of bad guys out there” he chuckled at your reply and headed out to save the world once again. 

*Skip to Sunday Night*

“Hey buddy” you ruffled Jack’s hair, “I'm going to take a quick shower before we watch the movie, sound good?” he nodded his head and turned his attention back onto his legos in front of him. You picked up your bag and headed to the bathroom. Turning on the shower and waiting for it to warm up, you leaned against the counter and ran your hand through your hair. Striping of your clothing, you stepped into the shower and felt the hot water wash away all the tension from your body. Taking a quick shower, stepping out to dry off, you began to take your clothes out of your bag. “oh shit” emptying the contents of the bag onto the floor, you saw that you didn’t have another shirt. Wrapping the towel around yourself, you stepped out of the bathroom into Aaron’s room. You had been baby-sitting Jack for 2 years and you have never stepped into your boss’s room. 

The room screamed Aaron, black furniture with white and charcoal grey bedding, not a single thing out of place. It was the tidiest room you had ever seen, it seemed like no one had ever been in there but yet the room smelled like him, you couldn’t help but take a deep breath in. Walking over to the closet and opened the door, you see that it matches the rest of the room. Every shirt, ironed and hung perfectly, every pair pants, folded and placed carefully in a stack on his shelf. That’s when you spot it, the light grey sweater hanging behind the perfectly hung shirts. Pulling the sweater out, it read F.B.I Academy in big, bold blue letters, smiling to yourself, you pulled it on and walked out to the living room to find Jack in the same spot you left him. “Why don’t you use the bathroom and then we’ll start the movie?” Jack got up and skipped his way over to the bathroom. 

You picked up his legos and placed them in their bin before picking his plate and juice box. You were in the kitchen when you heard Jack’s little feet run past you into the living room, the lock to the front door clicked and you knew only one person could be at the door but that didn’t stop you from looking over to see who it is. Aaron walked in looking tired with a few bumps and bruises on his face, “Daddy!” Jack ran over to give his father a hug. You leaned against the door, watching the two of them. “hi buddy, how was your weekend with y/n?” Aaron picked him up and walked over to the couch, sitting down and letting Jack sit on his lap. “soooo much fun daddy! we went to soccer on Saturday and then we got ice cream and pizza then today we went to the park and fed the ducks!” “you weren’t supposed to tell daddy that we got ice cream and pizza” you smiled at the little boy’s excitement, walking over and taking a seat beside your boss. Aaron glanced at you when you called him daddy, you had never done that before, it had only ever been dad. “Right, that was our secret, oopsies” Jack gave you a big grin. 

“Buddy it’s getting late, why don’t you head to bed and we’ll go for breakfast in the morning ?” Aaron suggested to the little man sitting on his lap. “Daddy, y/n said we were gonna have pancakes in the morning! with chocolate chips in them!” Aaron sighed “bud, we should let y/n get home, it’s getting late. You don’t want to keep them here any longer” he looked over at you. “Actually I don't mind staying, if you’re alright with that” you looked at Aaron to see he was still looking at you. “Really!? daddy can y/n stay ? pretty pleaseeeee” Jack looked up at his father with the most adorable face, Aaron gave in and said it was fine for you to stay again. Jack got up and gave you a hug “night night y/n” “good night sweetie” you hugged him back. He headed to his room with his father and went to bed. 

You were left sitting on the couch flipping through channels when you heard the shower turn on. You must of dozed off because you felt Aaron shaking you slightly “is that my sweater ?” he looked down at you. “Uh yeah? I'm sorry I didn't have anything else to wear, I didn't mean to go into your room-” he cut you off “it’s okay, it looks better on you than it ever did on me” he smiled at you. His smile was something you didn't see very often, unless he was with Jack. You changed the topic from how much better you looked in his sweater by asking him about his case. “it was alright, same old. Bit more of an ass kicking this time though” he referred to his face. You screwed your face in a weird way as you reached for his. “I’ll be right back” and with that you were off to the bathroom to get a bandaid and a rag with cold water. Sitting back beside him, you leaned in to clean his cut, he winced at your touch. “I’m sorry” you placed the bandaid on his cut. Both of you were still leaned in, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours. 

His kiss was soft yet rough at the same time. He kissed you with so much passion, it was like his life depended on it. You shifted onto his lap and straddled him, he placed his hands on your hips and pulled you closer. Your hands tangle themselves into his dark hair, tugging on it gently. Aaron moaned at your actions causing you to smile into the kiss. His hands began to find their way under your sweater to feel your bare back, you pulled away, breathless. “We shouldn't have done this” he cut you off with another kiss.

 “what’s the worst that could happen?” he looked up at you

“I could fall in love with you” you said back innocently 

“Are you in love with me?” 

“Yes.”

Aaron was shocked that you said you were in love with him, but you were just as shocked that you admitted that to him. You both sat there, staring at each other for a few minutes before either of you said anything to each other. “I love you. I always have, I'm constantly worried when you’re on a case. I love when you call but I hate it because I know you have to leave. It feels like a weight is lifted off of me every time I see you walk back through those doors” You shamelessly admitted to him. Smiling at you “I love you too. I love seeing you with Jack, I love see you around there, reading, cleaning, taking a nap. You’re so beautiful and you looked so, so gorgeous in my sweater” He leaned back against the couch, you turned around so your back was against his chest. His arms wrapped around you, the both of you fell asleep. 

*The Next Morning* 

The sound of little feet running through the hallway was the first thing you heard, next was giggling but this was much closer to you. You opened your eyes to see Jack standing in front of you in his pjs and messy hair. You nudged Aaron to wake up “hm? what is it darling?” he kissed the side of your head and slowly opened his eyes. “Jack’s awake” both of you sat up and untangled yourselves from each other. It made no difference as Jack had already seen the two of you. He looked at the both of you, with his head turned looking slightly confused. 

“Can we have pancakes now?”

[bowties-and-warlocks]

Fandom Confessions #50

Dr. Spencer Reid.

CEO of “Let me ask you this.”

[contentconsumer]

Hello all :)

Welcome back! 

If you’ve requested I’m sorry but I have got rid of all requests for the moment but keep an eye out and I may open them again very soon.

I’m going to keep writing for criminal minds and should be posting soon!

In the meantime does anyone know any Spencer X Reader fics where the reader is either a genius too or some badass woman who possibly in a gang or something (or both!) I’ve been hunting high and low for something like this - i’ll probably end up writing these ideas but what would you guys like to see first?

Let me know:

Spencer X Genius!Reader

Spencer X ExGangMember!Reader [idk how to describe it phaha]

Spencer X Genius!Badass!Reader

Just message me or let me know on this post :) It’s good to be back!

xx

[demigodreading]

If I Asked You To Stay Would You

Summary:  Alright, let me start with this. This fic is completely self-indulgent and based on some of the experiences I had been in the pride parade this year. It talks about pride protestors, asshole conservatives, homophobia, panic attack, and disassociation. I try to not be super explicit but give it the details that it deserves. Also this is my first time writing a polyamorous relationship... I’m still learning.

So here we go. Reader is in a Polyamorous relationship with Emily Prentiss and Tara Lewis. Tara Lewis is depicted as non-binary in this fic because that is what they live rent-free in my mind as. (If I ever mess up the pronouns please let me know. I briefly read through it but I am not going to claim I fixed all my mistakes.) Reader's partners take her to pride with them and while they are distracted she is confronted by protestors. Both Emily and Tara do their best to help their partner navigate through the subsequent panic attack.

Bingo Prompt: If I Asked You To Stay Would You?  For @sweetprentiss​‘ Emily Prentiss Bingo

Warnings: Protests, Homophobia, Panic Attacks, Disassociation, Asshole Conservatives, General Crowd Anxiety

Characters: Emily Prentiss, Tara Lewis, Reader. Mentions of: Penelope Garica, Spencer Reid

Relationship: Temily x Reader

Word Count: 2413 (I gave you a shortie for my last fic. This one be long for all my own self-indulgent purposes).

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You were decked out in as much pride gear as you could stand as you stood in the street waiting for the parade to start. Your best friend Penelope had wanted to make sure that you were part of the crowd for your first time. You had been reluctant to go knowing that it meant large crowds and lots of people staring. It would mean your sexuality and your relationship were coming to the forefront of people’s minds. Not that you weren’t proud you were gay and in a loving polyamorous relationship. It was just nerve-wracking knowing that so many strange people would be able to see the most private part of your life and be able to do whatever they wanted with that information.

You had seen all of the protests that had gone on in years past as you laid curled up on your couch and the thought of one of those happening now terrified you. But after a year of spending time with your amazing partner and girlfriend, you wanted to be able to experience what the hype was about. However, as you stood pacing from foot to foot waiting for the parade to start you began to wonder how long this day would last. Emily grabbed your hand as you looked around you for the tenth time and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

“You are looking around more than Tara and I do at a crime scene. You sure that you are okay being here?” Emily asked trying to read your face underneath your sunglasses, “We can leave and just celebrate pride cuddled in our bed.”

You shook your head not wanting to spoil any of the fun, “I want to be here Em. This is Tara’s first time walking with their theater group. Pen has been bugging them to do it for years. I want to be a part of this.”

“Good because I got you a flag!” Tara said bonding over to you.

They extended a black, red, and blue flag with a large golden Pi symbol out towards you. It was the polyamorous flag that you had been wanting for months now. You smiled taking the gift from your partner in your hands. You had never thought in your entire life that you would be in this loving relationship. Let alone one with two beautiful, handsome, badass FBI agents. So as Emily offered to place it around you like a cape you couldn’t help but smile and lean in to kiss each of the amazing humans for a moment. When the flag was finally secured Tara insisted on a photo. Penelope immediately accepted the offer to be camera woman and snapped a photo of Em and Tara placing a kiss on either one of your cheeks.

When the mini photo soot was done Tara, Em, and Pen all got called away by Spencer who was in a different lane of the parade. Emily promised they would be right back and the three rushed off to see their friend. As they stepped away you were immediately confronted by a man shoving a bible in your face.

“You are a sinner you know that! Kissing one woman is a crime. But two?? You are going to rot for your sins,” He spewed causing his spit to hit your arm.

“One of my partners is non-binary,” You tried to explain taking a step away from the man, “So I believe you are already mistaken in your logic.”

“Can’t make up her mind I see? Just like she can’t make her mind about you. Keeping you around like a piece of meat to have when her other sinner gets boring. You are nothing you little girl. Nothing to them.”

You couldn’t even respond any more as you slunk further into the alley behind you. You knew that he was merely a horrible bitter person but all those words he said were things you had thought before. As his friends began to swarm around him they attempted to corner you in. Just as your back hit the wall of a building two drag queens stepped in front of you holding up their flag headpieces to shield you from the men. They tried to drown out the hateful words by talking to you but you merely nodded and pressed yourself further into the wall.

A couple of moments later you could hear Em’s voice ring throughout the alleyway and the street. She was screaming you weren’t sure exactly what but you could tell she was pissed. As the loud noises continued Tara slipped past the drag queens taking you into their arms. You wrapped yourself closely to them trying your best not to let the flood of tears hidden behind your sunglasses find their escape. 

“Your partner is sure showing those protestors who is the boss here,” One of the drag queens joked.

Tara smiled and nodded, “She knows how to defend us well. Thank you for taking care of my sweet girl.”

“Anything for you darling,” The other one nodded, “We protect our own here.”

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The rest of the parade went off without a hitch as Emily and Tara stayed by your side. They held your hands the entire time and for a moment you forgot all about what that awful man had said to you. You were loved by two of the most important people in your world and that is all that mattered. But as you got behind the secured gates of the event you could still see his sign glaring at you. The more you saw it the further you slunk into your shell. Laughing when appropriate and smiling when looked at yet the feeling inside your stomach was empty. This went on for hours until the group decided it was time to leave.

“If I asked you to stay would you?” Emily said gently holding your hand, “Tara can drive Penelope home, and then you can just stay here with me till they get back.”

You shook your head no placing a gentle kiss on her cheek, “I need to go Em. It will help clear my head.”

Emily wanted to protest but she knew there was no way she was going to change your mind. She simply gave your hand another squeeze before she watched you walk towards Penelope. Pen could tell that you were a little off today but she chucked it up to your hatred of large crowds. However, Em knew that it was more than just the people that were clouding up your mind. She was worried for you. 

“You have to let them go babe. You know when she gets this way pushing her to do what we want only makes it worse,” Tara said wrapping her arms around her wife.

“But what we want her to do always helps her out in the long run!” 

Tara laughed kissing Em’s temple, “But we have to let her find that out in her own time and own way. So let’s head home and when she needs us she will call us.”

Emily groaned but still took Tara’s outstretched hand. She didn’t like waiting for you to figure things out on your own. She wanted to be the one to lead you along the way and make sure no one ever laid a hand on her precious girlfriend. Emily guessed in that sense she had failed you today. Sure the protestors didn’t get close enough to touch you physically. But they had shattered your hopeful outlook and their words had closed you off within your shell. She should have picked up on the warning signs sooner. Stayed with you no matter what. She should have just known better. 

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You had successfully dropped Penelope off at her home without much of an incident. She had talked most of the way trying to get your mind of everything that was going on. It had helped for a while and you could almost feel the sadness start to peel away from you. However, on your drive home to your shared apartment, a song came on your playlist that sent you back to square one. This song always made you cry when it came on and you had promised yourself you would take it off but you never remembered. Every time you went to do it something distracted you and the thought slipped away. 

Now as the sad melody spilled through the speaker every thread you had been trying to hold together completely unraveled. You hunched over your steering wheel waiting for the light to turn green tears cascading down your face. Your breath came in short gasps threatening to stop altogether. As you turned the car your fingers began to rapidly tap the steering wheel. You tried desperately for a couple of moments to keep going determined that you could make it home. Yet the tears kept coming and you could almost feel your throat beginning to close sealing the opportunity to talk yourself through it. You knew what would come next your tapping would come to a stop and then you wouldn’t be able to move anymore. You would be frozen in fear and stuck there until someone drew you back into the real world.

So you pulled into an office building complex finding the nearest parking spot. You were working against a ticking clock and you had to reach out to your partners before it expired. In a group chat Emily had affectionately titled My Loves you typed the only text that you could get out: SOS. Not okay. Parked. 

You watched as the blue line inched across the screen and then sent. The moment it did your fingers gave out and the phone clattered to the floor. You pulled your knees to your chest and buried your head inside them. Waiting for the next step in your anxiety attack; the shaking.

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Emily’s phone had been set on full volume ever since you had climbed in your car. She was constantly checking your location to make sure nothing had happened. Tara would never admit it but they had checked themselves once or twice when Emily wasn’t looking. Emily and Tara had just completely undressed from pride and into their comfy around-the-house clothes when the text pinged on their phones. Without a second thought, Tara grabbed their car keys and rushed for the door. Emily followed closely behind shoving the spare key to your car in her pocket and then hopped into the passenger seat.

As they drove Tara’s guilt began to rise and they gripped their hands around the steering wheel. Emily gently placed her hand on their thigh, “Y/N is going to be fine babe.”

“No! She isn’t. She is probably halfway through a panic attack and you know how bad it gets. We should have gone with her. I shouldn’t have tried to stop you. This whole thing has gone horribly wrong.”

“Tara, my love,” Em soothed, “You were right when you told me earlier that we couldn’t stop her. Y/N is strong-willed and stubborn. That is why we both love her so much. She did the best she could and now she needs our help. We can do this.”

Tara nodded and then pointed towards your parked car. As they pulled up next to it they peered inside the window looking at your ball-shaped form. Tara suppressed their tears as they turned off the car, “We are past the shaking but we still might be able to coax them out of it. Did you bring the spare key?”

Emily nodded unlocking the door and then slipping into the passenger seat. Tara opened the driver’s side door slowly and posted themselves into the open space. Emily began calling out to you repeating your name, nicknames, who was in the car, anything to try and get you to hear what was going on. It took about five minutes but finally, you heard her voice and you gently lifted your head up. 

“There is our beautiful sweetheart. Remember Tara is in the doorway behind you so don’t get alarmed. It’s just us,” Emily consoled, “Can I touch you?”

You went to speak but no words came out. You so desperately wanted to speak but there was nothing you could do. You couldn’t even move your head to shake yes or no. Your eyes grew with fear as you continued to look at your girlfriend.

“It’s okay Y/N, don’t try to force it. Just do one long blink for no and two for yes.”

You responded with two long blinks and Em gently placed her hand against your back Tara doing the same. It took a couple of minutes but you finally warmed up to their touch and your limbs began to unravel. When you finally could move Tara leaned down and gently took you into their arms. Em opened the back door of their car and letting Tara slide both of you inside. Once you both were settled Tara placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. You laid your head on their chest and fluttered your eyes closed. 

When you got home Tara lifted you into the bedroom and laid you gently down onto the covers. You watched as Em and Tara moved to grab anything and everything that you may need. All of your pride gear was taken off, your comfort show turned on the TV, and a weighted blanket placed on top of you. Once you were more adjusted Emily and Tara curled against you placing kisses on your forehead and cheeks.

Finally, you were able to speak again but your voice came out barely above a whisper, “Are you mad at me?”

“Oh baby,” Emily said hugging you close, “Why would we be mad at you?”

“Because I had a panic attack and should have just let you take care of me,” You said twiddling your fingers together.

Tara placed their hand in yours stopping the anxious movements, “Darling, of course not. You did your best and when you needed our help you did the appropriate thing and got us to help. That is what matters.”

“I promise Y/N, Tara and I love you more than anything in this entire world. Nothing will ever change that.”

Your partners placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head at the same time as you nodded. A couple of moments passed before you were able to drift off to sleep your head placed on Emily’s chest and your hand entangled in Tara’s.