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i’m literally moving across the country tomorrow and wrote my 50-year-old-work-bestie a card thanking her for listening to me explain the ace/emily/jj fanfic universe for months

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my friends just dropped me back home after a margarita tower and an hour of me bitching and moaning about fictional fbi girlfriends… we’re sooooo back

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i take jennifer jareau slander so personally like don’t piss me off…

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other works masterlist

one shots

traffic jams of the heart | billie dean howard x reader

spaghetti of the lingering spirit | billie dean howard x reader

lana’s angel | lana winters x reader

singing your praises | cordelia goode x reader

our bundle of joy | cordelia goode x reader

the boston icebox | ally mayfair- richards x reader

smitten sleepover | tammy x reader

trick or treat | tammy x reader

are you jealous? | chessy x reader

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jemily masterlist

one shots

country living

picture mail

problem solved

emergency contacts

emily (derogatory)

social media au

hinge | the gentle giant

series

girl next door masterlist

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jan :)

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she/her. pisces. 24. lesbian. single. southern belle. fun.

emily prentiss masterlist | jennifer jareau masterlist | jemily x reader masterlist| melissa schemmenti masterlist | other works

girl next door series masterlist | other series coming soon

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disclaimer: i like to make fun of fictional men and thirst over fictional women. i’m painfully unserious but in a fun way. i’m easily impressed and easily amused. also an avid sapphic romance novel reader.

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andrew mendoza being a little bitch and bald ??? pick a struggle LOSER

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WHAT IS GOING AWN? actually can’t believe this is the timeline we live in…

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work bestie-d so hard that my 50 year old work bestie got me a jemily shirt off etsy as a going away gift.

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trying to be normal while watching one of my favorite episodes of criminal minds with my mom but jj and emily look like this and i’m a lesbian

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i’ve been trying to micro dose my way through this new season of criminal minds evolution and more specifically jj’s grief in a sort of immersive therapy way that is still destroying me.

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i do unfortunately think it’s criminal that the emmys have stopped recognizing procedural dramas because aj cook would be swimming in gold statues for this season

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OH SHIT indeed

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AISHA PLEASE

paget brewster is the funniest person to ever exist. what do you mean she wore a jemily shirt she got off etsy to the new season table read.

MIND YOU— jj’s husband just died two days ago and the entire twitter timeline is fighting about it.

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paget brewster is the funniest person to ever exist. what do you mean she wore a jemily shirt she got off etsy to the new season table read.

MIND YOU— jj’s husband just died two days ago and the entire twitter timeline is fighting about it.

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as someone who has not pressed play on the new season of evolution… my twitter timeline is actually such a mess. this last episode is doing a number on the fans.

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Boss Alex Cabot? The same woman who doesn’t even say ‘good morning’ as she breezed past you that morning, her cell pressed between her thumbs.

Who signs off on reports with nothing but a red checkmark?

She doesn’t do birthdays. Doesn’t do pleasantries either.

So when the flowers arrives, bluebells and pink tulips, tired with a blue string - You almost laugh.

But the delivery guy says your name. Twice. Casey taking great pleasure in bringing the arrangement over to your desk. Winking at your blush.

After shooing Casey and her persistent teasing away from your desk, you reach for the card.

It’s thick, cream. Inscribed with red ink - A.

Nothing else, just a simple, grounding initial.

You glance up.

She’s in her office, back turned, hair swept up into a clip you could have sworn once belonged to you. Sleeves rolled to her elbows as she pages through a folder. No acknowledgment. No glance your direction.

She knew when they’d arrive.

You bite your lip, thumb gently tracing letter. Chancing a final glance.

Alex is looking at you, arms folded facing the window. Her lips quirked up into something that could have resembled a smile. The desk phone resting between her shoulder and cheek.

Yet she mouthed, ‘Happy Birthday’ over the receiver.