Sleepover
Emily Prentiss X reader.
You and Emily start cuddling to help each other sleep on away cases. It's probably not the best idea when you're both hiding feelings for the other.
Part 1/?
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/ Wednesday 7th, 11:55 pm. Seattle. /
You stand with the team watching Hotch talk with the motel receptionist. You can tell from the way she doesn't quite meet Hotch's eyes that you're not getting as many rooms as he's asking for.
You've been with the BAU for 6 months now and have managed to avoid sharing a room on non-local cases up until now.
Hotch takes the offered keycards from the receptionist, and heads back over to the team.
"We got two shared rooms, any volunteers?" He says.
You shrug, "I'll share," it's 5 to midnight and you know you won't be spending that much time at the hotel while you're on the case anyway, so you may as well try and get into a bed quickly.
Emily nods, "I'll room with Agent Y/N."
Hotch hands you each a key marked for room 305 and waits for anyone else to volunteer.
After a moment of silence, Hotch sighs, "Okay, Morgan and Reid; you're sharing too. Everybody get some rest, we'll meet back here at 8am."
You see Rossi and JJ both silently cheer and thank Hotch as they grab their keycards and run off like they're worried Hotch will change his mind.
Emily laughs as Morgan grumbles under his breath as he takes the other matching keycards from Hotch.
"Please, no podcasts tonight." He begs Reid and they walk off towards the elevator with Hotch.
It's just you and Emily left in the small reception area, you quickly look at her then dart your eyes to the stairwell, already starting to move when you challenge her, "Race you?"
You don't stick around to hear her reply, but you can hear her footsteps right behind you as you race up the stairwell.
You're at the door first, but the lock refuses to accept your card and Emily smirks as she unlocks the door on the first try.
"I guess we'll call it a tie?" She suggests, laughing as she drops her go-bag on the bed closest to the window.
You both go about your routines, getting ready for bed silently and whisper your "Goodnights" into the darkness.
/ Thursday 8th, 1:30am /
You turn again, bury your head in the pillow and try not to scream.
You've been trying to fall asleep for over an hour now, and everytime you feel you might be close you jolt awake.
"Trouble sleeping?" Emily asks.
You mumble, "I'm used to a weighted blanket at home, just need to adjust."
You can hear her shuffle about in her bed, before she speaks, "Come over here. Bring your bedding, I'm the big spoon." Emily's voice has a finality to it, and you know she'll just insist if you argue so you sigh and throw your pillow at her, dragging your blanket behind you.
She pulls you to lay next to her, covering you both with the blankets and shifting until she's comfortably pressed against your back.
"Sleep now," She says, throwing her arm around your stomach.
After barely 10 minutes you feel her breathing even out on the back of your neck, and you relax fully against her and fall asleep.
/ 6:40am /
You wake up slowly, warm, minutes before your alarms due to sound off. You and Emily must have both moved around in your sleep, instead of spooning you, she's now on her back with you cuddling her side like a baby koala. You have one leg thrown over her hips and your head is buried in the crook of her neck, you wish you weren't just cuddling as friends or co-workers, you want to wake up with the casual intimacy of nosing along her jawbone, trailing kisses along her skin until she stirs.
Instead, you gently nudge her shoulder, sneak in a quick boop to her nose, "Em, you might wanna wake up soon."
She mumbles something, you're not sure it's English, and pulls herself up to rest on her elbows.
"I think I know what 'well rested' means now, that's the best I've ever slept." Emily sounds surprised, and you hum.
"Maybe we should cuddle more often," you joke.
"I might take you up on that, seriously I don't even think I need coffee this morning."
"That's a shame, I was going to shout you for getting me to sleep last night."
"I said I don't need coffee, not that I didn't want it." She pouts, you pull yourself away and out of bed to where your go-bag ended up and fish your wallet out, throw it towards Emily's bed.
"3 sugars with milk please? I'm gonna grab a quick shower."
You shower quickly, just finishing up when you hear Emily come back in the room. You dry and dress quickly, heading back into the main room.
Emily hands you a coffee cup and small brown paper bag, "I brought you a crossant too."
You thank her and both of you sit at the small coffee table, flicking through the case file and sharing some thoughts while you eat.
At 7:30 Emily crumples her cardboard coffee cup and sighs, "I'll shower and we'll head down to the lobby."
"Sounds good," you nod.
/ 8am /
Emily and yourself are the first to reach the lobby, with Morgan and Reid close behind, playfully arguing with each other as they exit the elevator.
"How and why do you two look so awake and alert?" Morgan asks.
You laugh, "We didn't room with Reid," and Emily makes a mock snoring sound.
You, Morgan and Emily all laugh while Spencer glares. Hotch, Rossi and JJ exit the elevator together and everyone stands up a little straighter, ready to receive your assignments and head down to the precinct.
Hotch clears his throat, "Reid and Y/L/N you'll head to the precinct and meet with Detective Babineaux, he'll show you where we can set up a workspace. Prentiss and Rossi, go down to the mourge and see M.E Chakrabarti and the two victims' bodies. JJ, Morgan, you're with me, we're speaking to the victims' families."
Everyone nods along as he speaks, and you break off into your groups. Since the Medical Examiner's office is part of the precinct, you, Reid, Rossi and Emily share an SUV.
All thoughts of sharing a bed with Emily again are gone from your mind as you focus entirely on the cases, reading over Reid's notes while Emily drives.
/
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Couples I ship and/or am obsessed with:
America Chavez/Kate Bishop (Young Avengers): "Princess, I've seen the way you look at me. You're not that straight."
Kirk/Spock (Star Trek): "This simple feeling"
Aloy/Seyka (Horizon): "I want to be with you"
Aloy/Petra (Horizon): "About time there was something worth looking at in this dump"
Merlin/Arthur (Merlin): "two sides of the same coin"
Anne Lister/Ann Walker (Gentleman Jack): "Every time I closed my eyes, there you were"
Rachel and Luce (Imagine Me & You): "The lily means I dare you to love me"
Graham and Megan (But I'm a Cheerleader): "don't run from me because this is fate"
Prof X/Magneto (X-Men movies): "I want you by my side"
Carol/Therese (Carol): "My angel, flung out of space"
Karolina/Nico (Runaways): "There's no leaving each other, not anymore"
Wiccan/Hulkling (Young Avengers): "I'm not going to lose you again"
Chloe/Nadine (Uncharted): “Relax, you’ll live longer.”
Nathan/Elena (Uncharted): “Anyone ever tell you, you have a funny idea of romantic?”
Spider-Man/MJ (Spider-Man): “Face it tiger, you just hit jackpot”
Tasha/Alice (The L Word): “You like girly girls”
Carmilla/Laura (Carmilla): “So you’re a giant black cat”
Hiccup/Astrid
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Amerikate?
To be completely honest, I've always been more interested in America's canon ships than AmeriKate. I found that America had infinitely more romantic chemistry with Ramone Watts in West Coast Avengers and Magdalena Velez in America than she ever did with Kate-- and that's because Kate is very clearly written as her best friend in those stories, not her love interest. I'm sorry to be a downer, but if we look at the material, that's pretty obvious.
Now, I don't think there's anything wrong with ships that aren't canon or aren't text-supported. I enjoy plenty of ships like that, and I can certainly see the appeal of America and Kate. I do, however, find the popularity of AmeriKate a little bit frustrating because of how much it overshadows America's canon love interests. The fandom is centering a projected relationship with a white, canonically straight woman over all of the gay women of color who surround America in her storylines. That's a little bit disappointing, sometimes.
Anyway, stan America/Ramone and maybe one day soon they'll get back together.
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Shhhh!….Secret Party…..
…..I know they don’t like to talk about it much but apparently there’s a big celebration this week…..you probably didn’t know, but it’s in a magical place…..
…..no, it’s not Toys ‘R’ Us….it’s in that once glorious former colony in the Americas…..discovered by ships funded by Richard Amerike, way back in the olden days, when nobody knew it existed…..apart from the people that already lived there…..yes, I’m talking about the good old U.S. of A…..or as they preferred to be called AMERICA…..
…..I don’t know if those that celebrate have already had their barbecue last weekend, or on Tuesday, or maybe next weekend…..or maybe you’re doing a whole week of partying…..whichever it is I hope you have fun blowing stuff up with your Freedom Fireworks…..
…..you probably guessed what’s next…..a bunch of songs that mention America in various ways…..
Contumacy Kisses 😘
love(ahahaaaa)axiomatic
The Old(Matt Damon! gif)Smelly
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"Apocalyptic Prophecy... [was] created for the theatre production “Waiting for Adam Spielman,” by Turkish-born Berliner playwright and director Hakan Savas Mican. It was staged in 2010 by the Israeli-born director Michael Ronen at Ballhaus Naunynstasse, Berlin’s groundbreaking “Post-Migrant” Theater. The play, a satirical dystopian fever dream written specifically for the international ensemble of actors who performed it, concerned the hopes and nightmares of a group of pilgrims who have traveled to the ruins of Detroit in search of the lost poet, prophet, and possible messiah Adam Spielman, a musician and drug-addict who, announcing his Apocalyptic Prophecy of Israel’s destruction, disappeared into the reforested city, never to return, but leaving a messianic liturgical text."
Gute mentshn, a mayse vel ikh aykh dertseyln
Fun a tsayt vos vet kumen in goyrl
Es hot mir gekholmt a kholem, keyn sheyner
Fun der tsukunft fun Erets Yisroyl
An atom-bombe af Yerushalayim
Eksplodirt vi a brokh af der erd
A naye milkhome mit Iran un Mitsrayim
Kumt on vi a tayvlish ferd
Der Soyne-Yisroyl bazetst di gantse erets
Der oylem makht pleyte atsind
Di pleytem zey forn in shifn keyn Tsipern
Zey flien vi feyglekh in vint
Nor etlekhe blaybn tsu shteyen un kemfn
Di shvartse un oreme layt
Zey vern derharget fun milyonen mentshn
Vos gisn fun Gaza bafrayt
Di arabishe kinder zey tun di gebetn
Fun di shpelter fun koysl in brand
Zey leydikn oys dos postkestl fun himl
Men makht khorev dos heylike land
Nor es zaynen nisht nor yidn vos laydn in tsores
Shiitn bazetsn Beyrut
Dos land vert farkhurvet vi Sodom un Gomore
Un Amolek shaft taykhn fun blut
Yisroeldike bomben zey faln af Perziye
Un farbrenen bizn grunt Teyran
Amerike bageyt militerishe perversyes
Un di gantse velt vert gor a balagan
Un di arabishe kinder in ale di lender
Zey tuen di gasn in Eyrope blutroyt
Di shlakht treft di daytshn, frantsoysn, englender
Ale shtet vern toyt vi Detroyt
Di mentshhayt vet kumen in finstere tsaytn
Vos vet zayn shtelt ir zikher shoyn for
Muzlimen un yidn un kristn veln shtraytn
In dem nayem, dem blutikn dor
[Good people, I’ll tell you a tale
Of a time that will become fate
I dreamed a dream, not a good one,
Of the future of the land of Israel
In Jerusalem, an atom bomb
Explodes like a divine curse
A new war with Iran and Egypt
Comes on like a demonic horse
Israel’s mortal enemies occupy the whole land
The people immediately flee
The refugees take ships to Cypress
They scatter like birds in the wind
But some remain to stand and fight
The people of color, the poor
They are slaughtered by the millions
Who pour out of Gaza, freed
Arab children set fire to the prayers
Stuck in the cracks of the Wailing Wall
They empty out heaven’s postbox
And make a ruin of the Holy Land
But it’s not only Jews who suffer greatly
Shiites occupy Beirut
The land is destroyed like Sodom & Gomorrah
And Amalek spills rivers of blood
Israeli bombs fall on Persia
And burn Tehran to the ground
America commits military perversions
And the whole world falls into chaos
The Arab youth in all the countries
Make Europe’s streets run blood-red
The war comes to Germany, France, England
All cities are as dead as Detroit
Humanity will fall into dark times
You can already imagine how it will be
Muslims and Jews and Christians will battle
In a new and bloody generation]
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