#emily fields fanfiction

[girlkisser13]

dating emily fields would include

• emily is athletic and loves swimming, so expect to join her for early morning swims or to cheer her on during competitions. she'd also enjoy going on hikes or jogs together.

• emily is incredibly loyal and supportive. she would always be there to listen, offer advice, or just sit with you when you're going through tough times. her quiet strength would be a constant source of comfort.

• emily cares deeply for the people she loves and would go to great lengths to keep you safe. her protective side would show when you're in danger or feeling insecure, ensuring you know she always has your back.

• emily shows her affection through small, thoughtful gestures— like remembering your favorite snacks, giving you warm hugs after a tough day, or leaving sweet notes for you to find.

• while she can be shy at first, once she opens up, she'd value honest and open communication in your relationship. she'd encourage you both to talk about your feelings, concerns, and dreams.

• emily enjoys trying new things and being spontaneous. she might suggest a weekend road trip, trying out a new restaurant, or taking you on surprise dates to keep things exciting.

• given everything she's been through, trust is huge for emily. she would take her time building that trust with you, but once she does, it would be unbreakable.

• while emily enjoys spending time with her friends, she'd treasure quiet moments alone with you. whether it’s watching a movie, cooking together, or simply talking for hours, she’d cherish your private time together.

• emily has dealt with a lot of secrets in her life, so she'd be understanding if you needed time to open up about something. at the same time, she'd appreciate honesty and openness, as secrets have hurt her in the past.

• emily cares a lot about her family, particularly her mom, and she'd want you to meet and get along with them. family dinners and spending time with her mom would become a regular part of your relationship.

• emily is extremely gentle and reassuring. if you ever feel insecure or worried, she’d be quick to remind you how much she cares about you and what you mean to her. she’d always make sure you feel loved and valued.

• emily is very respectful of your boundaries, both physical and emotional.

• she'd never push you into anything you're uncomfortable with and would always be patient, letting the relationship progress at a pace that feels right for both of you.

• while emily can be a bit reserved in public, she’d be much more affectionate in private.

• whether it’s cuddling on the couch, holding your hand under the table, or whispering sweet nothings in your ear, she'd always find small ways to show her love when you're alone together.

• girlie is a bit of a romantic, so she'd surprise you with little acts of love— like bringing you flowers after work, writing heartfelt notes, or planning a cozy night in. she’d always want to make you feel special. <33

[oneshotnewbie]

Can we please get a PLL one (I missed my girls) where the reader is Spencers little sister and Emily gf and she’s taken by A and she manages to call Emily and the girls are hysterical and the reader talks to them like its the last time (angsty with a happy ending)

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The streets were dark and deserted as you made your way home from visiting your possibly soon university. You were exhausted from the energy, hustle and bustle of campus life and longed for a quiet evening with Emily. She was probably already waiting for you at your family home, and you were really looking forward to spending the rest of the night with her, probably with a nice hot bath and a relaxing episode of your favorite series.

Tapping the steering wheel and whistling softly to the gentle tune from the radio, the silence was broken by the sound of screeching tires and a car getting dangerously close to you. You tried to stay calm as the car sped up and soon pulled alongside you in the opposite lane. You gripped the coating layer of the steering wheel, your knuckles already turning white as you tried to slow down. You thought maybe the person was just trying to get ahead of you. But it was too late, the car rammed you on the left rear of the vehicle and threw you against the guardrail.

You came to a stop with a thud. The accident wasn't serious, but you felt a sharp pain in your side as you sat up in your seat and watched as the other driver's car came to an abrupt stop. As you tried to calm down and get your bearings, you saw a dark figure get out of the black. Panic gripped you as you realized you were dealing with "A" who had been putting pressure on you and your friend group for years and so, in a desperate attempt to get help, you searched for your phone on the passenger side to make one last call.

Your fingers trembled in fear as you dialed Spencer's number. The phone rang once, twice, and you were startled as a shadow moved into your vision. “A” came walking towards you with slow steps. When you finally heard your sister's voice on the other end, you couldn't hold back your emotions anymore.

"Emily, please... help me," you whispered in a choked voice before your words were drowned out by a loud crash and a high-pitched scream. An iron bar had hit your windshield and gave way under the pressure. "Y/n, what's wrong? Where are you?" your girlfriend shouted, her voice sounding desperate and hysterically when she heard the ominious shattering of glass.

Her brow was furrowed as she threw the history class index cards on the table, standing up immediately to make way for her panic. Spencer, Hanna and Aria stood around her, their faces marked with fear and worry. "Em, I-I don't know how much time I have left in which I can speak. A is here to get me.“

You heard the girls' voices distorted through the phone and tears welled up in your eyes as you glanced nervously out of the broken windbreak. You sobbed as she tried to stay calm on the phone, even though she was already panicking inside, not being able to shake the uneasy feeling that you were in great danger. It gnawed at her and sent a cold shiver down her spine. "I don't know where he/she/it will take me. I'm scared, Em.."

Another shattering of the window in the passenger seat made you jump and a loud scream of your name came through the phone, followed by the voices of Hanna, Aria and Spencer, who were screaming in pure fear. "Y/n, listen, we'll find you, okay? Stay calm and do everything A tells you to survive!" Aria spoke, her voice shaking.

You felt how time was running out and the shadow under the hood was crowding you. There was no time to run away, especially since the stabbing pain wouldn't allow it. You shook your head. "You won't be able to find me, just like we haven't been able to find A all these years. Caleb will track my phone and then there will be no further trace of me. I will disappear.“ you spoke carefully, unbuckling your seatbelt and moving wildly looking around - the dark figure had disappeared from your view. "Emily.. I love you," you whispered in a broken voice, a stream of tears running down your cheeks.

“I love you too, sweetie,” the person addressed immediately replied with a halting voice, swallowing the lump in her throat as she looked to Spencer for help. Her mind was racing as she tried to think of a way out of this nightmarish situation. „I will find you. I will bring you back to me. I promise you!" you nodded involuntarily to yourself, listening to the voices of your friends encouraging you and promising to save you. But you also felt your strength fading, and you knew it wouldn't be long before something would happen that would end your life.

"Spencer, Hanna, Aria.." you whispered one last time and wiped your damp cheeks. "I-I.. thank you.. for everything."

Before anyone could answer, the door to your car was thrown open and you were pulled roughly out of the vehicle by the collar of your shirt. Your senses raged with fear as you felt a strong arm drape over your middle. Your screams were muffled by a rag held over your mouth as you listened tot he desperate cries of the girls. 

The world around you blurred and the darkness started to surround you. You didn't know why you had to be the victim. But you knew you had to fear for your life.

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Two weeks had passed since you were kidnapped, and your friends' desperation grew with each passing day. The girls and their boyfriends had searched tirelessly for clues, but so far without success. Every day that you weren't found felt like an eternity to Emily.

Everyone had vowed not to give up, and they worked day and night to pursue every lead they could find. They searched the city and checked every place outside of Rosewood where they thought "A" might be holding you.

Then, finally, after countless hours of searching, they came across a promising lead. Mona had given them a tip that led them to an abandoned place on the outskirts of New York. It was a gloomy place, overgrown with weeds and marked by decay, but they knew they couldn't waste time.

As they walked along the small cobbled path past a house, they immediately felt the weight of the darkness that must reign there. But they did not let their resolve be deterred. Especially not Emily. She ran into the house and searched every room, every corner, every deserted hallway, her heart pounding with fear and hope. But she found nothing.

But as Caleb was about to close the closet, he heard a faint noise from somewhere below him. He followed the whimper and knelt down before feeling the carpet that had been laid out and discovered something underneath it. He picked at the corners of the rancid carpet, tossed it aside and found a hatch that led to an underground cellar. "I have something here!" he shouted and Emily immediately came around the corner, her shaking hands holding onto the hatch and immediately pulling it up.

They carefully descended the creaky ladder steps and when she entered the basement everyone froze in shock. There, in a crummy corner, you sat huddled on the floor, pale and exhausted, but alive. A hint of relief flooded through Emily as she rushed over to you and pulled you tightly into her arms. Spencer couldn't avoid rushing to her sister either.

"You found me," you whispered with a weak smile, your fingers dancing on your lover's cheek while your other hand searched for your sister's. "And we never gave up on you."

They left the scene together. Tobi had already alerted Tanner and some rescue workers, who immediately took you away to look after you. Emily breathed out, close to tears. She finally had you back, even though she thought she had long since lost you.

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After your long stay in the hospital, you finally returned home. Walking back to your room felt like a rebirth after all the days of imprisonment and suffering, a return to a place of safety and peace. The air smelled familiar and the warmth of home enveloped you like a blanket of security. A familiar hug that you so desperately needed.

When you took the stairs to your room and shortly afterwards entered it, your breath caught in your throat. The gentle smell of food rubbed under your nose, there were candles everywhere that flickered gently and casted a warm light into the room. A bouquet of colorful flowers sat on your bedside table and your eyes widened in surprise as you saw how Emily had transformed the room into a romantic paradise.

"Em...that's incredible." you breathed as you fully entered it and closed the door behind you. Your heart felt warm and light as she felt the love Emily had put into this surprise. Your lover stepped out from the shadows smiling, her eyes shining with love and affection. "Welcome home, my love." She said quietly and moved closer to you to press a tender kiss on your lips.

“This is... this is beautiful,” you whispered as tears of gratitude sparkled in your eyes. She gently took you in her arms and hugged you tightly. "I wanted you to feel loved as soon as you got home." She spoke quietly and led you to your balcony, where you sat down at the small table and began to enjoy the delicious meal that Emily had lovingly prepared. You couldn't believe how much effort she had put into making you happy. Every bite was like a declaration of love and you thanked the stars for the wonderful woman who was by your side.

“Thank you for always being there for me,” you spoke carefully, ruining the silence that had settled between the two of you. "Forever, don't you remember?" she asked, pulling up her sleeve. The colorful bracelet you had made for her years ago, before your relationship, was still attached to her wrist.

You smiled and pulled her towards you with a wave of your hand to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

After dinner you relaxed on the balcony lounger, wrapped in blankets and surrounded by stars. Emily cared for you lovingly, gently stroking your hair and whispering words of love and care to you. "I'm so grateful you're home," she spoke softly, holding you tighter against her front. "I couldn't imagine a better place to be." You replied and smiled happily, leaning your head back on her chest and closing your eyes.

In that moment, your home felt not just like a place, but like the safest and most beautiful place in the world. With Emily by your side, anything felt possible, and you knew that with her you could overcome any challenge life threw at you. All the darkness and pain you had been through could be overcome by your soulmate.

[degrassii]

If anyone is interested, I’ve made a Pretty Little Liars fanfic about how the series would unfold if the Liars had made different choices/put in alternate scenarios throughout the show. What new bonds will form? What new betrayals will arise? And most importantly, what new secrets will be uncovered? Because Rosewood was far from the picture-perfect town it claimed to be, and everyone’s got a life no one knows about.

Warning: I hate Ezria, and Ezra’s gonna get bashed, as he should. He’s also gonna be a menace. That is all.

A03 link

Fanfiction.net link

[pll-reimagined]

Pretty Little Liars: reimAgined

Hello Liars of tumblr!

I am a huge nerd for the Pretty Little Liars franchise – I adore the books (I’ve been reading them as far back as the original release of ‘Killer’), and while I love the show, I've always been more than a little disappointed that it wasn’t closer to the source material. During spooky season, I began both rereading the books and rewatching the show, and it gave me the creative inspiration to blend together the best bits of each canon into one cohesive narrative, start to finish. With that said, I present to you all my passion project, 'Pretty Little Liars: reimAgined', as what a retooled, more faithful adaptation could look like.

My primary goal is to tackle the books’ canon and adapt it to span across a number of 'seasons' in an episodic fashion - currently my plan is a 7-season format with around 13 episodes apiece, leaving wiggle room for more as I progress. I intend to weave in some aspects from the original show that were either invented FOR the show, or ones that it particularly excelled in translating… but not necessarily the ones people might expect. This will range from minor storylines and interactions to entire episodes from the OG - albeit through a different lens - if I believe it will help to flesh out characters and the tapestry of Rosewood at large, however this is not the priority. I may periodically condense, expand, omit, and/or change the order of storylines and arcs to make them stronger, and so as to cut down on unnecessary filler. I want for there to be nods that both book and show fans alike can appreciate while also keeping them in suspense over how events unfold; it'll feel familiar, but won't be a twin copy.

My overall creative concept is a period piece set in 2006 (so I'm keeping as much of the niche style and dated references from the books as possible), with a sense heightened reality and a focus on themes such as symbolism, luxury, and indulgence. Think less ABC Family/CW vibes and more HBO/FX, American Horror Story vibes: big on suspense, a dark and gothic aesthetic contrasting expensive and chic high society, somewhat realistic yet simultaneously a bit larger-than-life or fantastical, can range from slightly eerie to downright unsettling, and doesn’t shy away from vulgarity or adult themes and imagery, but does so tastefully and in moderation. Rosewood should absolutely DRIP with exorbitant wealth, lust, disdain, competition, and secrets, but in the flavor of Old Money. My vision is of a nice suburb in New England, where every yard has a white picket fence to hide the imperfections from your neighbors, and petty, political cold wars matter to your social standing at the country club.

The rewrite will have a more serious and mature tone: less teen romance (though, as it IS present in the books, there will still be some) and more focus on psychological torture, thriller/horror tones, the mystery surrounding the disappearance of Alison, the identity and motive(s) of ‘A’, and what ‘A’ puts the Liars through.

As of now, I have a very rough draft of the major story beats that I plan on covering, as I think the story starts to fall apart when you don't have your long-term mystery road mapped well in advance. My goal is for each story arc/season to feel well-balanced and important to the over-arching narrative, and the 'A' reveals are a large part of this. The 'A' thread is the most meticulous and delicate, as any misstep leads to inadvertent plot holes, which is exactly what happened to the show. Most importantly, the 'A' motivations need to make sense in relation to the Liars - that means no Shower Harvey's running amok in this fic!

I’m also going to fix some aspects of certain storylines, and the timeline in general, that were either rushed, dragged out, unnecessary, unrealistic, or flat-out didn’t make sense, adjusting the pacing where I deem it necessary (RIP Never Ending November). This is less so with the books, although they do have some instances - Sara Shepard wtf do you MEAN THAT ARIA STOLE THE STARRY NIGHT - and more so what I use from the original show. I want to give the story the proper room to breathe and the space to gradually build suspense, ensuring a structured flow for every episode within each season’s narrative arc.

I’m aging everyone up slightly, so the start of the series will take place on the last day of 9th grade (making the Liars around 15), and the time jump will be about 2 years, to the end of the summer before the girls’ senior year (making the Liars around 17). Hopefully this will make some of the plotlines a little less icky and statutory grapey when it comes to age.

I’ll also be combining book and show characters as I see fit, giving preference to the books. In particular, I'll be utilizing the ensemble of Rosewood Day students in a much larger capacity than the show did, so to increase the number of suspects while cutting down on extraneous random characters, effectively creating a small community of socialites not dissimilar to Gossip Girl. These people have largely known one another since childhood, and that should be reflected in their interactions.

I'm retelling the story through the mind and voice of none other than Alison DiLaurentis, and she will operate in a way similar to Mary Alice Young from Desperate Housewives: secretive, slightly omniscient, gone yet still very much a part of the Liars' world despite her absence, and playfully watching over her friends as they navigate past her disappearance. She serves as a narrator for the Liars’ inner thoughts and monologues, but will frequently provide her own insight on situations, occasionally injecting some dry humor into the series.

Lastly, the Liars will actually... y'know... lie lol. While the show captured their positive traits, it suffered from the fact that the girls either didn't do bad/selfish things at ALL, or they were coerced to by outside factors. The girls in the books are much more self-serving, petty, and willing to do bad things to achieve what they want. There will still be 'A' manipulation, however I want the general sense that the Liars are victims of their own actions. They should be much more uncomfortable in maintaining and balancing their social lives with the threat of ‘A’ always looming, poised to knock them off the top of the totem pole should their secrets be exposed. The outward appearance of perfection should be, at least initially, the driving force for the Liars. They’ll be more rational and cautious, making less immediate boneheaded and/or out-of-character decisions like the show portrayed, and a bit more reluctant to trust one another until after things have unraveled and bound them together.

I’m currently outlining the details for the first 'season', and I'm about halfway done with the prologue, which I plan to post by the end of the week to gauge interest. I'm open to feedback, so please let me know what you all think of my little passion project!

[mentholmacbook]

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐜…

I wanna start a rewrite fanfic sooo badddddd omg !

If it was to get a following I'd love to build the mystery week by week ,having people theorises; Taking parts from the books, show + some original ideas

I'll make a thread with following ideas/prompts:

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Pretty Little Liars

Sample Size: 1,701 stories

Source: AO3

[oh-the--places--you-will-go]

crAcked: Chapter 2

Characters: Aria Montgomery, Spencer Hastings, Hanna Marin, Emily Fields, Alison DiLaurentis, Mike Montgomery, Byron Montgomery, Ella Montgomery, Darren Wilden, Jenna Marshall, Toby Cavanaugh, Noel Kahn, Ezra Fitz

TW: Grooming, fire, violence, death

Word Count: 1,861

Author's Note: This is a PLL fanfic that I mainly started writing for myself. It's been a hot sec since I've posted chapter 1 but I finally mustered up the motivation to write chapter 2. Enjoy!

In all the chaos of Alison's funeral and that scummy cop, Wilden, vaguely threatening Aria and her friends, the small brunette had almost completely forgotten all about how Ezra Fitz had turned up at Ali's funeral. If Aria hadn't been so damn captivated by him, she might've stopped to ask herself why exactly a teacher that had never even met Alison was attending her funeral services. Sure, maybe he wanted to support his students--especially one student in particular--but still, why attend a funeral for someone you'd never even laid eyes upon?

The two of them had only had a brief moment to talk but the short conversation left Aria with more questions than answers. He'd apologized for "being a jerk" and he'd insisted that he cared about her. While she thought it was sweet, more than anything, it just left her feeling very lost.

So lost, in fact, that she hadn't even heard Spencer at first as they were sitting at the Rosewood Grill after the funeral. "Hello, earth to Aria," the brains of the group said. "Do you think Wilden knows about... You know, the...Jenna thing?" Aria let out a deep sigh and ran a hand through her hair. God, I thought we were fucking done with the Jenna thing, she thought to herself. "I don't know, guys. I mean... How could he know? We all promised to keep it a secret, after all..."

The Jenna thing, as in when the girls accidentally not so accidentally blinded Jenna Marshall, the new girl in town.

When Jenna first got to Rosewood, her long dark hair and her stunning green eyes had gotten everyone's attention. She was gorgeous and the minute Aria saw her at Noel Kahn's Halloween party, she knew Alison was threatened by her very presence. Not only was she beautiful, but she had made it clear that she was her own person who could make her own friends. Ali didn't like that, not one bit.

So when the blonde got the opportunity to get back at Jenna and her reclusive step-brother, Toby Cavanaugh, Alison wasted no time. Like so many bad memories, Aria could never truly get that night out of her head. It haunted her day and night.

You see, a little over a year ago, the five girls had been gleefully trying on clothes in Emily's bedroom. It was like any other sleepover until suddenly, Alison exclaimed "I can see you!" and raced to the window, pushing Aria out of the way. Ali insisted that she'd seen Toby in the window and that they all needed to go "teach him a lesson." Immediately, Aria had gotten a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had tried to push back but Alison was not having it. Looking back now, she knew that she should've just stood up to Ali when she had they chance--they all should have.

Before she knew it, they were at the Cavanaughs' garage, hurling a stink bomb through the door and running away. What started out as a harmless little prank quickly turned into a raging fire that permanently blinded Jenna.

"We had the chance to stop Ali that night," Aria said regretfully. Looking at the other girls' faces, they clearly felt just as much as shame about the situation as she did. But what could they do about it now? Surely, they'd be in some sort of legal trouble if the fessed up to Wilden about it, right? And how would he even know in the first place? After all, Ali had gotten Toby to take the blame, somehow...

That night, as Aria was lying in her bed, attempting to sleep, she kept thinking about what Ezra had said to her. His words rang over and over in her head: I care about you, Aria, but this just isn't right. And as much as it felt right to her, maybe he had a point. After all, he was older than her, and wouldn't that make him wiser than her, as well? As she drifted off to sleep, she'd made up her mind. Tomorrow, she was going to nip this in the bud and transfer classes. Besides, with everything going on with her family, that weird cop, and the fact that the whole world now knew that Alison DiLaurentis was dead, she really couldn't handle anything else on her plate.

The next morning before first period, Aria went and sought out Ezra, who was grading papers at his desk. God, he looked so handsome in his tie and button-down shirt. Dammit, Aria, focus, she told herself. You need to do this. Giving a soft nock on the door frame, she said "Hey, can I come in for a second?..."

The young teacher instantly lit up when he saw her face and nodded, beckoning her to come in. Getting up from his desk, he said "Yeah, of course," and walked past her to shut the door behind her. Gingerly, she said "Oh, this will only take a second..." Besides, she didn't want to give people the wrong impression with the door shut--she was ending this and that was that. She took a paper out of her binder and handed it to him. "I'd like to transfer out of your class."

At her words, a look of obvious disappointment crossed his face, which was honestly a bit confusing. "Uh, I totally understand, but, um... I'd hate for you to have to drop the class, especially since we've already started working on our first novel. If you transferred to another class, you'd already be behind..."

Nodding, she said "Yeah, I thought about that, but... I don't know, I just feel like it's the right thing to do..." Looking up at him, he was clearly searching for words to say and he opened his mouth but then closed it again, as if he'd thought of something to say but then changed his mind. "Okay, then I'll go ahead and sign the transfer paper," he said, grabbing the pen off of his desk. "Thank you," she said softly, taking the paper from him and giving him a small smile.

Honestly, she thought he'd look a little more relieved, since he was the one who told her this...thing between them wasn't right. But then again, she couldn't deny that she was at least a little pleased that he wasn't jumping for joy at not having her in his class anymore. Maybe that that meant what he'd said was true--maybe he did really care about her.

Taking the paper back, she said "Thank you, Ez--Mr. Fitz.. I appreciate it." With that, she turned and practically bolted out of the door, sure that she'd change her mind if she stayed just one moment longer. She hurried down to the registrar to turn the paper in before she headed to math class.

However, the transfer was apparently not meant to be. During science class, a student aid had come by her class and delivered her transfer paper with a brand new bright red "DECLINED" stamp on the top of it. Shit, she thought to herself. Is the universe trying to get me to fuck up? Then again...what if this was a good sign from the universe? Perhaps a sign that maybe, just maybe, there really was a chance for her and Ezra?...

When she arrived at English and set the declination on his desk, she could've sworn she saw a small smile perk up at the edge of his lips.

Even though whatever was going on with Aria and Ezra was confusing, being at school was a million times better than being at home, that was for sure. Before Aria had gone away to Radley Iceland, she'd been keeping a huge secret for her dad. It turns out, those rumors about him sleeping with his grad students had turned out to be very true. Aria had seen it with her own eyes and she knew she'd never be able to forget that image of his father kissing another woman in the back of his car for as long as she lived.

At the time, he'd begged her to keep it a secret. Aria's father had told her that if she told her mom, their family would fall apart. She could still hear her own words in her head when she'd begrudgingly agreed to pretend as if nothing was wrong. Through her tears, she'd said to her father's face, "I don't think I'm ever going to be able to forgive you for this."

And she'd meant what she said. From the moment she'd gotten back from her sabbatical, she'd been short with her father whenever he attempted to speak with her. After all, over the past year, she'd had a lot of time to think about the situation and she'd grown incredibly resentful of her father. How could he have put all of that pressure on his own daughter? And all to keep his dirty secret of infidelity? What a fucking coward. What a fucking piss poor excuse for a father.

So on Saturday afternoon, when she arrived home from a coffee run, she didn't know what to say when her father confronted her about her attitude. "You're not very good at hiding your feelings, Aria. And your mother knows that something's up. You need to get past this."

"I need to get past this? I need to get past the fact that I caught you cheating on Mom? I need to get past the fact that you fucking begged me to keep that secret for you?" She shook her head incredulously. "You've got to be fucking joking." Her father looked hurt and taken aback by her harsh words but she couldn't hep herself. What else was she supposed to say? How could he expect her to feel any other way?

Still, she wasn't done yet. "Are you still seeing her?" she asked, her words as sharp as knife. Her father shook his head and said "What? Why would you even ask me that?"

"Answer the question, Dad. Are you still seeing her?"

He shook his head, but Aria really didn't know whether to believe him or not. "No, I am not seeing her. I told you, I'm done with that. I'm done with her. All I care about is our family." Yeah, fucking sure, she thought to herself.

"Whatever, Dad," Aria said with a heavy sigh, the feeling of exhaustion suddenly taking over her body. She couldn't keep doing this, she couldn't keep holding up all this weight on her own two shoulders. But, then again, she couldn't break her mother's heart like that--or her little brother's. She had to protect her family, that was her job. It was part of the reason why she'd done what she'd done that night...

As she started to walk away, her father said "Aria, where are you going? I'm not finished with this conversation."

"Well, I am," she snapped back. She turned away from her father and swiftly walked up the stairs. She'd be fucking damned if she let him see her cry again. She couldn't give him that kind of power over her.

[ssaemilyhotchner]

🌹

"It felt good, having you in the field with us today. Having you at my back.”

Against the curved back of the couch, Emily lolls her head to the side to look at him and their gazes meet. “I’ll always have your back, Hotch,” she says quietly.

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for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post a sentence from a WIP i'm currently writing

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[d33pd3sire-blog]

A Kiss A Day Keeps The Doctor Away.

PSA: this is my first fanfiction in a decade, pls be gentle <3

Warnings: Could be kinda smutty if you squint. Injury (nothing explicit). Dom Emily. No use of Y/N!

Context: Reader gets hurt in the field. Once Emily knew you were going to be okay, she gave you the silent treatment. No talking, no glances, nothing the whole ride home from the hospital.

As you both stand at the front door of your apartment, Emily is rummaging through her bag to find her keys. Neither of you have spoken in a few hours, both of you as stubborn as the other. After a few seconds of Emily struggling to find her keys, you huff and pull yours out, unlocking the door. You put your arm out to let her go first, but instead, she grabs your arm and drags you in.

Emily takes you to the bedroom to make sure your bandages are still okay. As she undress you slightly you get a little frustrated from the silence.

'Em, will you please say something?' you sigh.

'No.' She says, without looking up at you.

'The doctor said you have to stay off of your leg for at least a week. You're going to follow the doctors orders, correct? Or are you going to ignore them like always?' Emilys tone meant she wasn't even slightly amused.

You open your mouth to argue something back but decide against it. You choose the gaslighting route and bite your lip. 'It's really not that bad..'

'Don't.' She spits, not falling for that. 'You will follow the doctors orders.' She rewraps the bandage.

'Understood?'

The dominance radiating from Emily is intoxicating, you start to enjoy this side of her. You look up at her, as if in a trance.

'Is that an order?" you bite your lip, looking at her through your eyelashes.

She raises an eyebrow at you for a moment. Considering what way she wants to take this. 'Thats an order. You will rest until the Doctor says you're okay. Got it?'

You tap your chin in an over exaggerate way, as if you're thinking for a second. You give a cheesy grin and then adds 'Ill do it on one condition.' You take her hand and sit both of you down on the couch.

'Oh?' As she sits, she crosses her arms and stares for a moment, raising both of her eyebrows at you.

You tilt your head slightly, looking from Emilys lips to her eyes again. 'Kiss me?'

She blushes slightly at the request and clears her throat, trying to stand her ground. 'You're going to follow the doctors orders in exchange for a kiss?' She asks, making sure she heard you right.

You know what you're doing to her.

'Well, maybe a few kisses to keep me in check for the next week.' You lean closer to her, you can feel her breath on your lips. 'Its up to you.' You smile.

Emily lets out a soft sigh, fighting the urge to have you right here and now. She leans a little closer, mad at you for turning the attention away from your injury. Her mind is racing, she wanted to kiss you as much as you wanted to kiss her.

Before you knew it, her hand was resting on your neck and her lips had landed on yours. You melt into her touch, her hand placement driving you crazy. Emily notices this and deepens the kiss, leading to a moan escaping your mouth.

Your moan was enough to get Emily's blood rushing. She holds the back of your head gently, as she moves to get into a better-

'Ah shit!' you hiss, the movement from Emily causing a sharp pain from your leg.

The unexpected jump from you getting hurt pulled Emily out of the trance. She looks at you full of worry and looks down, checking your leg. 'Fuck! Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Im so sorry!' You can see her mind is going to the worst places first.

'Babe, babe, its okay. Im okay, it was nothing' You try to hide your pain and give her a small kiss. She hesitantly returns it.

'I love that you care,' you smile at her and start to play with her shirt.

Emily rolls her eyes, but she can't help but smile at your statement. 'I'll be here everyday to make sure you're not on that thing. Okay?'

The idea of your girlfriend being here everyday to give you kisses makes your heart swell. 'They do say a kiss a day keeps the Doctor away.. Or something like that.' You both laugh a little.

[criminally-chill]

Shadows unveiled

Emily Prentiss x army! OC

This is my first fanfiction so please be nice

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The BAU team was deep into the final stages of tracking down their unsub, a former special forces soldier turned serial killer with ties to international crime syndicates. His movements were precise, his attacks calculated, and the case had taken the team into murky international waters. They needed help—someone who understood how this man operated.

That’s why Emily had called Alex Miller, her wife, to assist. Normally, Alex worked in black ops, still active and often vanishing into missions that took her all over the world. But when Emily had reached out, knowing they were at a dead end, Alex had dropped everything to help. Though their relationship was a secret, their work together had always been seamless, even when no one else knew.

Introduced to the team as a covert operations specialist, Alex had already spent a day helping them narrow down the unsub’s location. Now, the team was ready to move in. For once, Alex wouldn’t just be advising from the sidelines. This time, she was going into the field with them—a rare chance for Emily and Alex to work side by side.

Emily couldn’t help but steal glances at Alex as they loaded up in the SUVs, heading out toward an abandoned military facility where they believed the unsub was holed up. Alex was dressed for combat—black tactical gear that blended perfectly with the rest of the team, her movements so smooth that even her prosthetic leg, the result of a past mission, was hardly noticeable. It was moments like these that Emily was reminded of just how skilled and deadly her wife was, though she also knew the softer side—the side that no one else got to see.

The team moved silently through the facility, their weapons drawn, the tension thick in the air. Alex was up front, alongside Rossi, Reid, and Emily. Despite the weight of the case, there was a strange comfort in having Alex by her side. It wasn’t often they got to work together like this, and Emily could feel her heartbeat steadying in sync with Alex’s presence.

"Got eyes on the target," Alex whispered into her comms, peering around a corner and spotting the unsub just ahead. "He’s armed—military-grade weapons."

Rossi nodded, signaling for the team to spread out and take their positions. As the team began to close in, Alex glanced briefly at Emily, their eyes locking for a split second. It was a silent communication they had perfected over the years. They didn’t need words to understand each other, even in the middle of a takedown.

Alex took point, leading the charge into the room. The unsub, clearly aware that he was being surrounded, turned on them, raising his weapon. Shots rang out, and the team scattered behind cover. Emily’s heart lurched as she watched Alex, her movements precise as she returned fire, keeping the unsub pinned down.

"Stay low!" Alex shouted to the rest of the team as they advanced, using her training to outmaneuver the unsub. Emily and JJ moved in from the left while Rossi and Reid flanked from the right.

Alex was the first to engage the unsub directly, disarming him with a fluid motion that spoke to years of black ops experience. He swung at her wildly, but she blocked his attack with her prosthetic leg, using it to her advantage. She twisted his arm behind his back, forcing him to the ground with a strength that seemed almost effortless.

“Stay down!” she ordered, pressing him to the floor as the rest of the team moved in to cuff him.

Emily couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride watching Alex handle the situation so flawlessly. Her heart was still pounding from the intensity of the takedown, but she knew it would’ve gone far worse if Alex hadn’t been there. The unsub was dangerous, highly trained, and yet Alex had made it look easy.

Once the unsub was secured, the team took a collective breath. The tension in the air started to ease as they realized the threat was neutralized.

“Nice work, Miller,” Rossi said, giving Alex a nod of approval. “You’ve got some serious skills.”

Alex smirked, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”

“Remind me not to get on your bad side,” JJ added, half-joking as she secured the suspect.

Alex glanced over at Emily, and though their gazes only held for a moment, the unspoken bond between them was clear. Emily felt the familiar tug in her chest, the knowledge that this incredible woman was hers—and that, for once, they’d be going home together at the end of it all.

Back at the BAU office, the team wrapped up their reports while the unsub was processed for interrogation. Everyone was exhausted, but the sense of accomplishment hung in the air. Emily leaned back in her chair, feeling the familiar buzz of adrenaline start to fade.

Alex appeared at the doorway of her office, arms crossed as she leaned against the frame, her tactical gear now slightly scuffed from the takedown. “Ready to head out?” she asked, her voice low so the others wouldn’t overhear.

Emily glanced around, making sure no one was paying attention, then stood and walked over to her wife. “Absolutely. I’ve been ready for days.”

Alex smiled softly. “Then let’s get out of here.”

As they headed for the exit, they ran into the team in the bullpen, who were making last-minute plans to grab drinks at their usual bar.

“Hey, you guys coming?” JJ asked, throwing a look between Emily and Alex.

“Not tonight,” Emily said, shaking her head with a small smile. “I think I’m going to head home.”

JJ raised an eyebrow, but her smile widened. “Alright. Don’t be stranger Alex”

As Emily and Alex made their way out of the building, Emily couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in a long time. Alex wasn’t disappearing into the night, off to some unknown mission. This time, they were heading home together.

The drive back to their apartment was quiet, the tension from the day slowly unraveling. They didn’t need to fill the silence with words—just being together was enough. When they finally stepped inside their apartment, it felt like the weight of the world lifted off their shoulders.

Alex dropped her keys on the counter and turned to Emily, pulling her into a tight embrace. “We did good today,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to Emily’s forehead.

Emily melted into her touch. “Yeah, we did. But I’m really glad you’re staying home this time.”

Alex smiled, her fingers brushing through Emily’s hair. “I’m home more than you think. I might vanish for missions, but you’re still my home.”

Emily sighed, resting her head against Alex’s shoulder. “I like the sound of that.”

They settled into the couch, Alex’s arm wrapped around Emily as they relaxed for the first time in what felt like forever. The adrenaline from the takedown was finally gone, replaced by a calm sense of contentment. For the first time in a while, they didn’t have to worry about what tomorrow might bring. Alex wasn’t vanishing into another mission, and Emily wasn’t drowning in another case.

They had each other. And for tonight, that was all that mattered.

[reiderwriter]

Thoughts on unsub spencer reid fics?

Hi! I'm not sure if you wanted more of a general answer or meant this as a headcanon or gen request, so I'm just going to go purely on vibes and answer this as a question.

Spencer as an Unsub - Thoughts

Disclaimer: Anything negative said here is absolutely not an insult towards any specific writer or fic. I don't really read unsub Reid fics, due to facts I'm about to get into, so I'm really not knowledgeable enough to be throwing shade 💀 This is personal opinion!

I personally would need a lot of convincing to believe in an "unsub" Spencer Reid.

In Criminal Minds, it's clear from very early into the show that Spencer is very empathetic with certain unsubs. The entire team have their own types of cases that they get more personally involved in (Morgan and cases involving child victims, JJ and apparent suicides, Emily and quote unquote battered women cases) but Spencer is the only one whose personal attachment to cases leaves him empathising with the unsub instead of the victim.

He's the only member of the team who could have seen himself committing violent acts the way unsubs do had his life veered down a different path. And, based on Spencer's background and the psychology of the show, he's probably right to be concerned.

He's a white male, at the peak of the show in his mid to late thirties, with a background of abuse and a family history of mental illness. By season four, we know he's highly skilled with a gun, and by season 12/13, we see that he can be pushed to violence when he is at the very edge of his limitations.

And then they make his character so intrinsically moral that you never question him ever again.

To a certain extent, Criminal Minds is about the perpetual cycles of abuse that human kind can inflict upon itself. Many of the unsubs were once victims, some of them perhaps still are. The heroes of the story are characters who have been able to break the cycle.

Spencer is neglected as a child. He has an absent father abandon him, a mother with schizophrenia who does physically beat him when she is having an episode. He is bullied heavily in school for his high IQ and his lack of social skills. But he is shown to deeply care for him mother and empathise with her deeply instead of coming to resent her like many of the unsubs in that situation. He resents his father, for sure, but instead turns that resentment into drive, leading him to "just keep getting more PhDs." And his personal experiences with bullying allow him to empathise with the unsubs that have gone through similar circumstances.

So I don't think canonically, Spencer is ever in danger of becoming an unsub. He deeply cares about the world and the people around him, and whilst he does have a kill count on the show, he either expresses deep remorse at having to oull the trigger, or it is in the best interest for everyone involved.

Basically, all that to say: I think Unsub Spencer Reid in fanfiction has to be written incredibly carefully, or it runs the risk of being very out of character. To be clear, I'm not too bothered about characters being slightly out of character in fics because it happens. I've probably written a lot of stuff where Spencer is OOC, too. And that's fine.

I do kind of draw the line at grabbing random unsub traits from the show and giving them to Spencer for a fic. For example, Spencer would never end up as a sexual sadist. He probably wouldn't be a spree killer, either. Not that anyone wants my writing advice, but if you're writing an unsub Spencer fic, think about his background and the profiles they generally give for the kind of signature/ crimes you're about to give him.

If this was a request, I apologise for the misunderstanding. But here's a little hint at what I might do with a general "unsub Reid" request.

☆ It would most likely take place after the events of Season 12/13.

☆ It's angst or nothing.

☆ The basic plot: Reid's headaches come back after taking a blow in the field. He tries seeking help for it but can't find any relief. On his next case, because of his chronic pain, he makes a mistake that gets his teammate, the reader, shot. The unsub escapes, but the reader falls into a coma. When it looks like reader is not going to pull through, he tracks down the unsub and beats his to death after a brawl. Massive overkill. The reader pulls through that night, and he feels no guilt for getting that monster off the street. But each time the readers health takes a turn, or they require a new surgery, he is compelled to go back out there and track down and kill another serial killer until the reader finally wakes up.

☆ I don't think it'd be very well received because there would be no morally grey smut. This is some tragic angst shit only, lmao.

☆ please don't put a request for this in my inbox. If I feel like writing it later, I might, I don't have the brain power right now, though 💀

That's all I've got right now, but I'd love to hear other people's thoughts on unsub Reid :)

[girlkisser13]

emily fields masterlist

* indicates smut

headcanons

dating emily fields would include

nsfw headcanons *

imagines

drabbles

[oneshotnewbie]

Emily Prentiss - The littlest hero

Part II

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topics of abuse, trauma, child neglecting, punishments and the plots are presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

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Exhausted, Emily headed towards the kitchen. The day started early for her, it was going to be a long day at work and she just wanted to spend the day at home. Happy to have a refreshing hot cup of coffee, he walked past a room and heard a quiet murmur through the door.

She carefully went to the door, placed her ear against the ajar door and listened. That was not really the special agent's style, but she had been through it many times over the last few years. She could hear you from inside, but you did not speak clear sentences, just fragments and could clearly hear the word "dad" pronounced several times. Then she realized that you had to experience another difficult dream.

She poked her head through the crack as she heard you getting more nervous and louder. Nightmares like that were no joke and when you suddenly started calling for her name in your sleep, she had to come to you. Your cries became more and more irritated and desperate. By now tears were streaming down your face too and it was hard for her to imagine the hell you had to go through in your past.

You tossed and turned restlessly in your bed, sweat glistening thickly on your forehead. With quick steps, Emily bridged the last few meters between her and you. She gently shook your shoulders, "Y/n, sweetie. Wake up!" you jumped up, breathing shallowly and quickly, trying to find your bearings in the darkened room you were laying in. "You are safe, I am here."

A hand placed itself on your chest, feeling your heartbeat drilling into it. You nodded, your gaze wandering around the room disoriented before your sight stopped at Emily´s face reliefed. "Your father can not hurt you anymore. It is all good," the black-haired woman sat on the edge of the bed, her hand still firmly on your chest. "That was just a nightmare."

Exhausted and looking for support, you let yourself sink into her protective embrace and were glad that she was with you now. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, brushing through your silky hair. You silently raised your shoulders and let them fall again. "No, I do not know."

You looked over at the window. The first rays of sunlight penetrated through the shutters into your pink room and you realized she must have just gotten up from her own sleep- her hair messy while her tired features were soft and relaxed. The sight alone made the storm inside you slowly subside.

You were safe. You had always been safe since you came into the care of the black-haired woman. It was just a dream of your past that you did not seem to push aside as quickly as you wanted. " That is okay, you do not have to talk about it," she spoke softly and began to move into the tiny space under your duvet, but rested her head on her hand and looked at the little penguins skiing on your pajamas. You nodded and pushed yourself into the far corner of your princess bed to make more room for her.

Emily knew nightmares, there was hardly a night where you did not get any and slept peacefully, but you both worked on it with a psychologist. The dreams were actually always just about your father or the white wardrobe. Depending on what your subconscious was processing, it tormented you even in your own childhood dreams.

And today was an especially hard night. Your father's funeral was yesterday and you could hardly stand the thought of saying goodbye to your father. In your eyes, he deserved to finally die. You had discussed it openly with your adoptive mother and she had decided with you that you had no obligation to be seen at his funeral. It would probably cause you more pain and reopen old wounds than it would provide you with any kind of release.

You wanted nothing more to do with your father and your past. You finally wanted to live and arrive, in the here and now, without being constantly chased by the ghosts of the past. You needed time to process all of this and come to terms with it. It would take time, after all it was a long-term trauma, but your new life together with Emily taught you courage.

After a few minutes of silence, in which you enjoyed her closeness and your heart calmed down, you spoke up again. "Can you maybe sleep with me today?" You asked sheepishly and smiled, watching as Emily began to grin mischievously.

She graced your stomach with one finger, before dropping down and starting to tickle you like crazy. Your laughter lit up the entire apartment in a cheerful and happy atmosphere as you loudly tried to get out of her grasp. The nightmare disappearing from your memory.

"There is no more sleeping here, princess. It is time for school, math is calling."

[melodic-haze]

Sorry for the Emilie question. I totally forgot to check the masterlist as I thought of it right around I woke up for some reason. Making me want to do it then before I forget. Anyways enough with my excuses. I promise not to do that again, and I deeply apologize once again. I will stub my toe as punishment.

For today, I made sure it's about someone you love. Yae Miko. She is apart of a publishing company and she writes light novels right? So do you think she uses her experience with you as huge inspiration for them? Imagine if uses Genshin's version of Tumblr to post and share her more risqué thoughts and idea in secret. Then you finding out and just asking stuff that you would like; just to give her the idea and use it on you irl.

As always, have a great day and even better luck. While I sit in my imaginary corner of shame for making such a critical mistake lol.

-🍎

NOOO DON'T FEEL TOO BAD 😭😭 it was an honest mistake it's okay 🫶 better to req someone I may actually write about rather than req smth Outlandish like a man (or even a chr written as a dom but that's more dependent on my mood tbf)

SHE ABSOLUTELY WOULD WRITE THINGS IN TEYVAT TUMBLR WITH YOU IN MIND YES 😭😭😭😭 JUST LOOK AT HER PUBLISHED FANFICTION OF RAIDEN FUCKING EI 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 she wouldn't outright state your name in her posts or anything like that, but she'd probably base things according to you. This is Especially True if we go meta and she writes fics for characters in Teyvat too, specifically characters that remind her of you

It's easy for Miko to just publish Pretty Please, Kitsune Guuji without a care in the world bc she's Ei's familiar and long-time friend (if they're not married dating in this case as well) therefore she doesn't even get a slap on the wrist 💀, but with you? OHHH ABSOLUTELY NOT she REFUSES to let you know she writes about you on the internet under an anonymous handle

I think she'd be rather open to her risqué thoughts ngl. She loves fun, and teasing you certainly is one way to have it 🫶 if it's something extremely left field, then she'd either keep it to herself or gently bring it up to you. What I personally think she'd hide from you is the more romantic thoughts she's had from time to time; think like having a picnic, staying in for a nice cuddle....hell, she'd post smth about a hypothetical scenario in which you're able to shapeshift and you can nap with your partner that way 💀 like girl you are NOOOOOT SLICK

You'd definitely have to ease her into actually acting out on them purposefully. You'd go on dates, yeah, but they'd probably be mostly her teasing you and being cryptic, with a little bit of romance at the end. She's been alone for so long, she thinks that such soft moments will stay as fantasies that she writes out 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ it's worth it when you actually coax her out of that sad mindset though

If you were famous in Teyvat though she'd probably write 'headcanons' and stuff about you that are actually just your actions HAHAHAHAHAH

[pll-reimagined]

Pretty Little Liars: reimAgined

1x01 – Chapter One: How It All Started [Part 1]

[CAST] THE LIARS: Alison DiLaurentis, Aria Montgomery, Emily Fields, Hanna Marin, Spencer Hastings SUPPORTING CHARACTERS: Ian Thomas, Melissa Hastings, Mona Vanderwaal RECURRING CHARACTERS: Chassey Bledsoe, Phi Templeton

[SCENE I]

Imagine it’s a few years ago, the summer between your freshman and sophomore year.

You’re bronzed from lying beside your rock-lined pool, lounging in your new Juicy sweats, iPod blasting “Yeah!” by Usher – life is good.  You’re eating your Cocoa Krispies, doused in skim milk, and you notice a girl’s face on the side of the carton.

MISSING.

You see the mischievous glint in her eyes and think to yourself, she’s cute – probably cuter than me.  You wonder how someone so… well, so much like yourself went missing.  How tragic.  You’d thought only runaway losers ended up on the sides of milk cartons.

Well, think again.

-  -  -  MAY 2004  -  -  -

That missing girl?  That was me, or rather, Alison DiLaurentis. 

Flawless.  Perfect.  Unbelievable – all words people used to describe me.  I could even make dorky mom jeans look like a perfect-fitting pair of Stella McCartneys that nobody could afford.  Boys wanted to have me, girls wanted to be me.  Nobody could help but fall victim to my charm.

Our story begins on a picturesque cul-de-sac in Rosewood, Pennsylvania, a small, too-perfect town about twenty miles outside of Philadelphia.  The skies were blue, the lawns were manicured, and the symmetrical picket fences were perfectly white – a model image of suburbia, right down to the dirty little secrets simmering just beneath the surface. 

“You guys!” I called, twirling across my front lawn as my honey-blonde mane flowed in the summer breeze like a shampoo ad.

Aria Montgomery, our resident free spirit, grabbed a stuffed pig from her sweater-knit tote bag and flopped facedown onto the lush grass, mumbling, “Delicious.”  Aria was always carrying around weird things – stuffed animals, random pages torn out of old novels, and postcards of places she’d never visited. 

Emily Fields climbed out of her mother’s Volvo wagon, pushing the door closed gently as she waved goodbye with a freckled hand.  “Are you smelling the grass?”  she asked. 

Emily had been a competitive swimmer since Tadpole League, and although she looked great in a Speedo, she never wore anything even remotely cute.  Her parents insisted that one should build character from the inside out; if you ask me, forcing Emily to hide her ‘IRISH GIRLS DO IT BETTER’ baby tee at the back of her underwear drawer is hardly character-enhancing.

Aria flipped onto her back, blowing her pink-striped hair out of her almond-shaped eyes.  “It smells good!  Like summer.”

Spencer Hastings slipped through a gap in the hedge separating our properties clutching a field hockey stick, dirty blonde hair slicked back into an athletic ponytail.  “What’d I miss?”

Spencer, Spencer, Spencer.  She’d been training relentlessly after missing the JV cut last fall – a spot that I’d snagged effortlessly – and we all knew that she’d been running solitary drills before we’d arrived.  Spencer hated it when anyone was better at anything than she was. 

Especially me.

A shout rang out.  Hanna Marin was scrambling out of her mom’s Mercedes, pudgy arms flailing wildly as she shouted, “Wait for me!”  As she stumbled over her tote bag, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.  Ever since Hanna’s parents’ divorce, she’d been steadily putting on weight, outgrowing most of her clothes.  We pretended not to notice; that’s just what best friends do.

Our group had bonded during the eighth grade, when our parents “voluntold” us to work Saturday afternoons at the Rosewood Day charity drive, except for Spencer, who’d volunteered herself.  By now, on the last day of the ninth grade, we were more than just best friends; we were the girls of Rosewood Day, and we’d worked hard to earn that.  Every sleepover, every field trip, every steamy note read over the PA system during homeroom – now a Rosewood Day legend – was meticulously planned.  We’d made ourselves unforgettable.

But everyone has things they’d rather forget.  For us, secrets were like blood oaths.  I always told my pretty little liars that sharing secrets would bond our best-friendship for eternity – “That’s what keeps us close.”

“I’m so glad this day is over.” I groaned, gently nudging Spencer back through the hedges. “Your barn.  Pronto.”

“I'm so glad the ninth grade is over,” Aria added as Emily and Hanna trailed behind us toward the renovated Hastings barn-turned-guesthouse.  Melissa Hastings, Spencer's older, prim and proper, excellent-at-everything older sister, had commandeered the space at the back of the property during her junior and senior years of high school; fortunately for us, she had just graduated and was headed to Prague for the summer, so it was all ours for the night.

From behind us, we heard a voice squeak, “Alison! Hey, Alison! Hey, Spencer!”  I glanced over my shoulder, smirked, and muttered “Not It.”

“Not It,” echoed Spencer, Emily and Aria.

Hanna frowned. “Shit.”

‘Not It’ was a game I’d lifted from my brother Jason’s playbook.  Jason and his friends would play it at parties when scoping out girls, and the punishment for being the last to call out ‘Not It’ was severe: you had to entertain the ugly girl for the night.  It essentially meant that, while everyone else got to hook up with her hot friends, you were just as lame and unattractive as she was. 

In my version, we said ‘Not It’ whenever there was anyone uncool, unfortunate, or undesirable in close proximity.

Today’s ‘Not It’ was reserved for ‘Loser Mona’ Vanderwaal – the bespectacled dork from down the street whose favorite pastime was trying to befriend myself and Spencer.  She was so lame that she’d hacked into the school’s computer system and then told the principal how to better secure it. 

Her two freaky friends, Chassey ‘Pigskin’ Bledsoe and Phi ‘Fo-Fum’ Templeton, weren’t much better, as Chassey was a religious nut that aspired to be a nun, and Phi couldn’t go anywhere without her yo-yo.  Need I say more?  The unholy trinity stood in the street, staring at us.  Mona was perched on her Razor scooter, Chassey was on a black mountain bike, and Phi was on foot – with her yo-yo, naturally.

“Do you guys want to come over and watch Fear Factor?” Mona called, smiling way too brightly.  “Ooh, sorry,” I simpered, “we’re kind of busy.”

Phi’s brows furrowed.  “Don’t you want to see when they eat the bugs?” 

“Gross!” Spencer whispered to Aria, who then started to eat invisible lice off of Hanna’s scalp like a monkey.  I tilted my head in faux disappointment.  “Yeah, I wish we could, but we’ve had this sleepover planned for a while now.  Maybe next time!” 

Mona gazed down at the sidewalk.  “Yeah, okay.”

“See ya!” I chirped as I opened Spencer’s back gate, rolling my eyes once we were out of view.  To our left was my neighboring backyard, where my parents were building a twenty-seat gazebo for their lavish outdoor picnics.  “Thank God the workers aren’t here,” I said, eyeing the construction site as we passed.  Emily shot me a concerned look.  “Have they been saying stuff to you?”

“Easy there, Killer,” I laughed.  Sometimes, we’d playfully call Emily ‘Killer,’ because she acted as my own personal pit bull.  Emily used to find it funny too, but lately, she hadn’t been laughing along.  “They’re just smelly, sweaty, and gross is all.”

The barn was just up ahead – a small, cozy guesthouse with a big window overlooking the Hastings’ lawn.  In Rosewood, you were more likely to live in a ten-room farmhouse with a mosaic-tiled pool and hot tub, like Spencer’s house, than in a prefab McMansion.  We had acres of lush pines, Colonial estates, and secrets as old as the Main Line itself.

As we neared the barn, the sound of giggles floated from within, followed by a muffled voice squealing, “I said stop it!”  Spencer rolled her eyes, groaning, “Oh God, what is she doing here?”  She kicked the door with the heel of her shoe to force it open, revealing Melissa and her tasty boyfriend, Ian Thomas, wrestling on the couch. The barn smelled faintly of moss and slightly burned popcorn. 

Melissa’s head snapped up.  “Spencer, what the fu–”  She stopped when she saw us and forced a smile.  “Oh, hey guys.”  We eyed Spencer.  Melissa had a friendly veneer, but Spencer had told us plenty about the venomous super-bitch that hid behind the perfect exterior.

Ian stretched as he stood up, flashing Spencer a lazy grin as he mussed his blonde curls.  “Hey.” 

Spencer perked up, trying to sound casual.  “Hi, Ian! I didn’t know you were here.”  Ian smiled flirtatiously.  “Sure, you did.  You were spying on us.”  A patch of red crept up Spencer’s neck.  Melissa cleared her throat, eyeing her sister with suspicion as she readjusted her long blonde hair and black silk headband.  “So, what’s up?”

“I didn’t mean to interrupt… It’s just…” Spencer stammered, “Well, we were supposed to have this place tonight.”  Ian playfully hit Spencer on the arm.  “I was just messing with you,” he teased.  Spencer beamed in spite of herself.  

“You know, Melissa,” I said, eyes twinkling mischievously, as I twisted my signature “A” ring around my pinky.  “I’ve never told you this, but I’ve always thought that you and Ian make the cutest couple.  Don’t you agree, Spence?”

Spencer’s face paled.  “Um…”

Melissa’s eyes narrowed, her scrutinizing gaze meeting mine before finally turning back to Ian.  “Can I talk to you outside?” she quipped.  Ian shrugged, downed the rest of his Corona, and offered a parting grin.  “Adieu, ladies.”  He winked and followed Melissa out, shutting the door behind him.

“Another problem solved by Ali D,” I said with a smirk as I crossed to the mini-fridge and grabbed a beer.  Ian would never know it was missing.  “Aren’t you going to thank me, Spence?”  Spencer didn’t answer, for she was too busy looking out the front window.  Lightning bugs had begun to light up the sky, and purplish clouds rolled ominously in the distance.

Hanna walked over to the abandoned popcorn bowl and absent-mindedly took a big handful.  “Ian is so hot.  He’s like, hotter than Sean.”  Sean Ackard was one of the cutest guys in our grade, and the subject of Hanna’s constant fantasies.

“You know what I heard?” I asked, nonchalantly sitting down on the couch.  “Sean really likes girls who have good appetites.”  Hanna brightened.  “Really?”

“No.” I snorted.

Hanna dejectedly dropped the handful of popcorn back into the bowl.

“So, girls,” I said.  “I know the perfect thing to do tonight to kick off the summer.”

“I hope we’re not streaking again.”  Emily giggled.  A month prior, the five of us had run through a nearby barren cornfield without a lick on – except for Hanna, who’d refused to strip down to less than her undershirt and day-of-the-week panties.

“I think you liked that a little too much, Em,” I murmured.  The smile faded from Emily’s lips.  “But no, I have something even better planned.  I’ve been saving this for the last day of school: I learned how to hypnotize people.”

“Hypnotize,” Spencer repeated, skeptically.

“Mhm!  Iris taught me,” I answered.  Iris Taylor was one of the older field hockey girls that I’d been hanging out with, and Jason’s current girlfriend.

The energy in the room wilted, as the other four girls secretly shared the fear that I might replace them with my newer, cooler friend.  Hanna, fearing her position the most, piped up, “How do you do it?”

I shrugged.  “Sorry, she swore me to secrecy.  Wanna see if it works?”

Aria frowned, taking a seat on a lavender floor pillow.  “I don’t know…”

I felt a quick surge of rage.  “Why not?  Scared that you might tell us all your secrets?”  My eyes flickered to the stuffed pig resting on her lap.  “And why do you still bring that thing everywhere?”  I said, pointing at it.

Aria crossed her arms defensively around the pig.  “My dad got me Pigtunia in Germany.  She advises me on my love life.”  The girls giggled.

“Why do you want to carry around something your dad gave you?” I snickered, meanly.

“It’s not funny,” Aria snapped, whipping her head around.

The room went silent, and the girls looked at one another awkwardly.  You could cut the tension with a knife, but nobody dared move a muscle.  This had been happening a lot lately – I would mention something, someone else got upset, and the rest were too shy to ask what was going on.

Spencer broke the silence.  “I think being hypnotized sounds kind of sketch.”

“You don’t know anything about it,” I said quickly.  “C’mon.  I can do you all at once,” clapping my hands.

The girls exchanged nervous looks.  I was always coming up with stuff for us to try, like smoking dandelion seeds to see if we’d hallucinate or swimming in Pecks Pond, even though a dead body had once been found there.  The thing was… they often didn’t want to do the things that I made them do.  They loved being my friend and the status that came with being included, but that label came at a high cost.  Sometimes in my presence, they didn’t feel real, exactly.  They felt like… plastic dolls, with me carefully arranging their every pose.

“Please?”  I bat my eyelashes.  “Emily, you want to do it, right?”

“I’ll do it!” Hanna butted in.

“Me too,” Emily said quickly after.

Spencer and Aria reluctantly nodded.  Satisfied, I shut off all the lights and lit several vanilla-scented votive candles that were on the coffee table.  I stood back, and softly said, “Okay everyone, arrange yourselves around me, think calm thoughts, and relax.  I’m going to count down from ten, and as soon as I touch your forehead, you’ll be in my power.”

“Spooky.” Emily laughed shakily.  The flickering candlelight cast shadows along the walls of the barn as the girls followed my direction, while I hummed ambiently.

“Ten…” I began, “Nine…”

Eight…

Emily’s heartbeat slowed.

Seven…

Hanna’s breathing evened.

Six…

Aria shifted uncomfortably, twitching her foot.

Five…

Spencer uncrossed her legs.

Four…

I pressed my thumb to Emily’s forehead.

Three…

I touched Hanna’s forehead. 

Two…

I touched Aria’s forehead and turned to Spencer.

“One.”

When Aria opened her eyes, she saw Hanna and Emily sitting stoically on the carpet.  The barn was quiet and dark; the door was wide open, a wind howled through the outside trees, and the vanilla-scented candles had gone out.  Spencer and Alison were nowhere to be seen.  “Guys?” she whispered.

No answer.

Aria moved out to the porch, pulling her arms around herself to brace against the wind that carried a scent of rain and something faintly metallic.  “Ali?  Spencer?” she called.  Inside, Hanna and Emily rubbed their eyes.  “I just had the weirdest dream,” Emily said.  “Ali fell down this really deep well.  She was stuck at the bottom with no way up, and I couldn’t reach her.”

Hanna gasped.  “That was my dream too!  Well, sorta.  There was this big plant in mine, like a Venus Flytrap, that grabbed hold of her and wouldn’t let her go.”

“Woah,” Emily whispered.  They stared at each other, eyes wide.

At that point, Aria spotted Spencer approaching from the nearby brick path that trailed into the woods, looking very pale.  “Spencer!  Where’s Ali?” she rang out.  Hanna and Emily scrambled up to join her.

“I don’t know,” Spencer whispered, “I thought… I don’t know.”

The girls were silent; the only sounds were the tree branches smacking against the glass windowpanes and the roof creaking in the wind.

Just like that, the summer that the girls had planned to spend flirting with boys at pool parties and shopping all day at the King James Mall had been shattered.  It was instead spent in a police station answering questions or sitting alone and bleary-eyed in a canopied bed, staring blankly at photo-covered walls.

The same thoughts haunted all four of them, but there wasn’t anything left to say to one another.

The summer faded into winter, which then melted into summer again.  Still no Alison.  I was gone, not a single golden hair to be found.

Eventually, the girls found a twisted sense of relief in my absence – sure, they missed me, but they were also afraid of me.  You see, I knew more about them than anyone else did, maybe even more than they knew themselves.  The good, the bad, and especially the ugly.  They each felt horrible for thinking so, but… if I was gone, their secrets were safe.

Because two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.

Right?

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important queation: what are the ethnicities of all of your characters from Finding Washington, and maybe first names, Fed or Rebel, and armor color, too? Specifically, here's the characters I'd like to know this for please.

Vanessa Kimball

Katie Jensen

Antoine Bitters

John Andersmith

Charles Palomo

Kyle Matthews

Emily Grey

Lorenzo Paez

Taita Folami

Myra Danvers

Edra

Semyon Demir (been thinking of this one as the red Fed gunman from season 13 but I could be wrong)

Quetzalli

Chari

Raniya Habisch

Sadhana

Garza

Mo Orwell

Ramirez

Elsweiz

Silvers

Jones

Jessica Smosna

Paolo Marconi

Cissy Yacavone

Carter

Loomaua

I know you aren't continuing this series, at least not currently, but it is probably the best rvb fanfiction I've ever read, and part of that is your Fed and Rebel characters.

Hi there. The answer to your question might not be satisfying in the way you’re hoping, but I’ll give you the information I can on this, and a little bit of insight into the thought process on these.

As a general rule, the New Republic wore tan as their main color and the Feds wore white as their main. This is directly from the show and differentiates the two armies from each other. While there is the potential for mixing in the future, as things stand, their main color represents loyalty, which is why neither Felix nor Locus ever wore Chorus colors.

Secondary colors denote jobs, while this could have just been an aesthetic choice, I latched onto purple being medical since Grey and Doc both ended up in the medical field. This means that purple is HEAVILY represented in Finding Washington as a color, because when you've got people falling from space and bouncing across the planet, well, they need a lot of medical personnel. I recognize that this isn’t perfect, given North and South are both in purple, but Freelancer is very different from Chorus, and it doesn’t really count.

As far as ethnicity goes, this is where mental worldbuilding takes over and isn’t necessarily going to be satisfying in the way you’d like. It’s also…well, I started this project nearly a decade ago at this point, and I wasn’t as conscious of things as I probably should have been when I started my worldbuilding and writing.

The short story is, anyone who isn’t a high-ranking Fed is a person of color/a member of a minority community, but in true Red vs Blue fashion, I’ve tried to leave specifics up to the imagination with very few exceptions as to not interfere with the longstanding tradition of facecanons.

Characters like Paez and Doyle are going to look very white and if asked would be able to trace their lineage very clearly back to the families they came from on earth. This might also be true of Grey, but would be true for anyone who could potentially end up in a position of authority in the Federal Army.

This would have eventually been important as a part of the overall backstory for the war on Chorus.

Originally, Chorus was a science outpost, but it was a military science outpost on the edge of habitable space. This is also a ‘science outpost’ that has a full city with railways and skyscrapers. In order for a location like this to operate, with this many military bases and this large of a city so far away from standard shipping and transport, Chorus needs to be completely self-sufficient.

I live near a military base in the US, and they rely heavily on the civilian town they’re attached to in order to keep the base going, but also on transport from other areas.

What would it be like to have to rely entirely on the self? It would be incredibly important that Chorus be able to sustain itself for years if necessary without outside interference. Meaning, Chorus needed enough inhabitants to work in agriculture, textile production, building and maintenance, etc. They needed enough people to increase the population and account for deaths from illness, injury, and natural causes.

Meaning they'd need to bring in families to work.

They needed people who would be less likely to be missed if they weren’t ever able to go back home.

Meaning the poor, lower class, and laborers.

They needed a way to make sure that the people in charge stay in charge.

Meaning hierarchy.

On top of having military hierarchy there would be military contractors who work for the military, but would not have been actual government employees, and below them would be the hired laborers meant to keep the planet functioning.

An example of this is Kimball. Unlike Doyle, who’s position was granted to him because he was the secretary of the Brigadier (a position he was given due to his family), Kimball was born to a family of field workers and rose through the ranks due to her hard work, tenacity, and devotion to the New Republic.

As a general rule, the rebel army is smaller because the people in it were seen as more expendable to the Feds, especially early on, and there was not a small amount of total eradication in an attempt to keep the population under control. Martial law, curfews, imprisonment without trial, and medical modification were all commonplace for those who were not in the ‘proper’ military hierarchy.

When I first started writing, it made sense to me that the people being oppressed were people of color and minorities, because that has been a running, real world experience. I don’t know how present this is in the text as written, but it was in the back of my mind as I was writing, for better or for worse.

The big problem with this is that these characters were not written with sensitivity or research in mind. They are in a far distant future, most of them were raised on a very insulated planet where the population was about the size of New York, and had very little opportunity to change their careers or continue their education or anything like that. I will not say that looking back, I didn't use that as an excuse to not do my proper research into this area, and it's something that still bothers me about FW.

Individual cultures are present, such as Smosna being outwardly and proudly Jewish or Habisch openly wearing a hijab, but I will freely admit that I did not do the proper research into cultural worldbuilding that I should have done for something like this.

I can tell you that Kimball is a black woman with dark skin and long, thin braids that she styles when she is out of uniform, though that is a rarity that she gets the opportunity due to her position. Smosna is a Jewish woman, and I have always envisioned my version of her with darker skin, a prominent nose, and dark hair that she regularly dyes into pink. Danvers has darker skin and a single brown eye.

Armor Colors are assigned based on work positions in the Federal Army and some of that is present in the New Republic, but they do tend to float a bit more than the other army.

Names are also something that are a little ephemeral in regards to the characters as well. Several of the characters have multiple names, chosen names, and gifted names. One character in particular has a complicated backstory about her name, specifically because she stole it from a dead soldier.

But realistically, if the name isn’t listed, I don’t think they had another name yet. The only character I’m certain I did have a first name for was that didn't end up published yet was Ramirez, because he didn’t have anyone friendly enough with him to call him by his less formal name.

Vanessa Kimball - Tan and Ice Blue

Katie Jensen – Tan and Red

Antoine Bitters – Tan and Orange

John Andersmith – Tan and Dark Blue

Charles Palomo – Tan and Aqua

Kyle Matthews – Tan and Yellow

Emily Grey – White and Purple

Lorenzo Paez – White and Gold

Taita Folami – Tan and Purple

Myra Danvers – white and purple

Edra – white and pale blue

Semyon Demir (Your instincts aren’t wrong, I’m fairly certain that WAS who I was thinking of in this case.) – white and red

Quetzalli – white and aqua

Chari –  Tan and Dark Blue

Raniya Habisch – white and dark blue

Sadhana -

Garza -

Mo Orwell – White and Purple

Isaiah (Shai) Ramirez – Moss Green

Elsweiz -

Silvers – tan and purple with some extra markings

Jones –

Jessica Smosna – tan and pink

Paolo Marconi – White and Moss Green

Cissy Yacavone – White and Moss Green

Carter – Tan and Purple

Luna Loomaua – white and purple

I hope that this answered your questions, feel free to ask again if I didn't answer in a satisfying way or if you have more questions.