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bauprentiss · 4 years
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bauprentiss · 4 years
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The Wedding - Emily Prentiss & fem!OC (platonic)
Relationship: Emily Prentiss & fem!OC (platonic/friendship)
Warnings: none (except sort of a sudden ending & cute fluff uwu)
Word court: idk probably 1100+
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“Hey,” Lizzie said, walking up to Emily as the older woman stood on the outskirts of the dance floor, a soft smile on her face as she watched her friends dancing and laughing the rest of the night away.
“Hey yourself,” Emily replied, eyes averting to meet her younger friend’s gaze. “Aren’t you too young to drink?”
“I’m 22, wanna see my ID?” Lizzie replied, a chuckle falling from her lips.
Emily mirrored her soft chuckle, eyes moving back over to the rest of the party. “No, you’ll always be 15 in my mind. You drinking scotch on the rocks just doesn’t work.”
Lizzie smiled, eyes following her friend’s gaze and meeting the rest of her team’s happy faces. It was… nice. Really nice. But Lizzie knew that there was something unspoken. Somehow she always knew when it came to Emily. “How are you?” She asked, voice low but open-ended.
Emily looked away for a moment, nudging her friend gently on the shoulder, sighing. “For some reason that seems like a loaded question.”
Lizzie took a sip of her drink, tracing the glass’ cold condensation with her index finger. “Cracks in the foundation?”
Emily was quiet for a moment before dropping her head, a reminiscent, perhaps remorseful, smile on her cheeks. Her eyes seemed empty as she managed a nod. “Cracks in the foundation.”
“I’m sorry.”
Emily stilled, shaking her head as her eyebrows cinched together. “This is on me. I thought that I was fine with coming back after everything happened - that I could switch lives back and forth and nothing would be different, but I think I was just fooling myself because I wanted this so badly. I wanted to come back because I love you all, I just… don’t really know who I am right now.”
Lizzie nodded, hating the fact that she understood. “You always were one of the best Interpol assets they had. Clyde would be a bigger idiot than he already is, to not offer you the position.”
Emily looked at her friend, eyes glistening as she softly skimmed her fingers along Lizzie’s arm.
The ministrations distracted Lizzie from the sting in her eyes and the pang in her chest, and suddenly a single tear managed to fall from her eye. She quickly tried to wipe it away, and Emily pretended not to notice. “I don’t know how we’re going to function without you, Emily Prentiss,” she uttered, and Emily stayed silent, wanting to reach over and pull her friend into a hug, but knowing that she had more to say and that she needed time to say it. But there would never be enough time on Earth to say the things Lizzie wanted to say. “You’re my best friend... and I…” she cleared her throat, “call dibs on your apartment, by the way.”
Emily snorted, a smile on her face as she shook her head.
“And I love you.”
“You, too, Liz. You, too,” the woman muttered, draping her arm around the other woman’s waist as Lizzie did the same. And there they stayed for a few quiet minutes, watching their friends continue to giggle and laugh and dance blissfully. Two pieces of a puzzle, joined at the hip, one last time.
“Who’s the kid?” A young raven-haired woman inquired, circa 2003, to a dark-skinned woman named Tsia as they sat at their desks at CIA HQ.
Tsia followed her friend’s gaze, catching a glimpse of a tiny brunette studying a thick stack of paper, surrounded by three male agents. They seemed to be examining her, watching her process. “A new recruit, just graduated from Georgetown I heard. I think she’s around fourteen or fifteen, mild-mannered, quiet. Don’t know much about her, but she seems brainy beyond belief. I think her parents were agents, too, but they L-Pilled during a mission back in the 90s.”
“Poor kid,” agent Prentiss monotoned, arms crossed over her chest, knowing what it was like to grow up with absent parents.
“You think they’ll leave her be? Let the kid live her life away from the government that denies her parents ever existed?”
“I hope so,” Emily replied. “But that’s not usually how politics works.”
Tsia sighed. “Sometimes I think the world would be better off if we all lived primitively.”
“Guess we’ll never know,” the woman replied, arms still crossed over her chest and eyes still holding onto the girl’s tiny form. “Hey, uh, tell Clyde I’m gonna be a minute. I’m just gonna make sure they give the girl a break soon. She’s been at it for a while.”
Tsia nodded. “Will do. I’ll see you in there. Apparently it’s about Ian Doyle again.”
Emily gave a shallow nod in response, eyes still focused on the girl just a few desks in front of her. There was something about her eyes that made it almost impossible to look away. It was as if she had seen the world’s pain and monsters and secrets much too soon.
And then Emily pushed herself off of the desk she had been sitting on, striding over to the three men with a slightly raised eyebrow. “There’s a meeting in office 8 with the director, and apparently they’re waiting for you. They told me to let you know so that they can get started, and to stop keeping them waiting. Sounded urgent.”
The three men shared a confused look with each other, before heading off to the non-meeting that was in office 8.
The girl tore her eyes away from the stack of papers in front of her, moving her focus to the woman beside her, and squinting under the room’s orange-tinted light - eyes probably sensitive from the headache she undoubtedly had.
“Hi, I’m, uh, Emily Prentiss.”
Lizzie managed a polite smile. “Elizabeth, but you can call me Lizzie if you want.”
Emily returned the smile, uncrossing her arms and letting them fall loosely at her side. “Nice to meet you, Lizzie. I figured you might be hungry, but you should probably get going before they come back and realize that there’s no such thing as office 8.”
The girl chuckled, knees popping as she stood up out of the chair. “Thanks,” she uttered. “Do you, um, want to come with? If you’re not busy, of course.”
The woman replied with a grin and a quick nod. Clyde could wait. “You know, I am kind of hungry. There’s a great coffee place down the street.”
“Em, El, drop your drinks and come dance with me!” Garcia’s enthusiastic voice called out, snapping the two out of their moment-long reverie.
“Coming, Gacia,” Emily replied teasingly. “When the World’s Sexiest Hacker calls, you answer.”
Lizzie rolled her eyes as a smile crept up her face. The woman did have a habit of lighting up any room she was in. “Then we mustn’t keep her waiting,” she replied, holding out her hand for the older woman to grasp, which she immediately did, and always would. 
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bauprentiss · 5 years
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How to grow the f*ck up
a master list but with working links:
Home
mortgages for dummies x
first apartment essentials x
how to take care of succulents x
caring for plants x
plants that don’t need sun
getting an apartment x x
Money
how to coupon x
what to do when you can’t pay your bills x x x
see if you’re paying too much for your phone bills x
how to save money x
how to balance a chequebook x x
how to do your own taxes x ( be sure to google this one as it can vary depending where you live)
Health
how to take care of yourself when you’re sick x 
things to bring to a doctors appointment x
how to get free therapy usa x uk x aus x
what to expect from your first gynecologist appointment x
how to make a doctors appointment x
how to pick a health insurance plan
how to avoid a hangover x
a list of stress relievers x
how to remove a splinter
Emergency
what to do if a cop pulls you over x
worldwide suicide hotline list
things to keep in your car in case of an emergency x
how to do the Heimlich maneuver x
Job
time management x
how to make a resume x x
find the right career x
how to pick a major
how to interview for a job x
how to stop procrastinating x
how to write cover letters
how to quit from a job formerly x
Travel
Packing list
travelling for cheap x
travel accessories
the best way to pack a suitcase x
how to read a map x
how to apply for a passport - this one is also not universal - be sure to google what’s best for your country.
how to make a travel budget x
how to not get lost
Better You
read the news 
how to leave your childhood traumas behind x
how to quit smoking x
how to knit
how to stop biting your nails
how to stop skipping breakfast x
how to stop micromanaging
how to ask for help
how to stop swearing constantly 
how to stop being a pushover x
learn another language x
how to improve your self-esteem x
how to sew!
learn to embroider
how to love yourself x x x
100 tips for life
I took the original topics but found all these sources myself - please spread this as a replica for the other one - some people might rly need these.
this took me literally three hours so please - do spread it.
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bauprentiss · 6 years
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bauprentiss · 7 years
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I would watch the Hell out of a Cas / Crowley buddy cop comedy where Crowley is the hilarious but actually quite deep lothario and Cas is the ever patient but quick witted and sarcastic guy who Crowley teases for texting Dean all the time ;)
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bauprentiss · 7 years
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Okay but do you ever get so attached to a show that you actually tear up when you think about the characters or hear the theme song?
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bauprentiss · 7 years
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me: reads 100k fanfic till 4 am
me: who needs sleep
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