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dontshootmespence · 7 years

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Say It Like That

A/N: An Emily & Fem!Reader where the reader talks to Emily about being scared of her sexuality. Fluffy, established friendship stuffs. Request from @drunk-oblivion

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You had to talk to someone.

Years of bottling these feelings wasn’t good for you. There had to be someone around you that understood. Emily. It was always Emily. Best friends since you started at the Bureau, when she took you under her wing - she’d always been the one you trusted with everything.

But this. Working through this was something that took a lot of time. You still weren’t there. You had strict parents, so you were scared of opening up to them, and your friends, well, most of them probably wouldn’t care, but it still didn’t make it any easier - not with the way you’d grown up.

As you stared down at your phone, you figured you’d just invite her over this weekend and work it in somehow. See what she thought. If she could make you feel any better. Something. You just needed someone.

Hey Em,

You wanna come sleepover this weekend? I have Ben & Jerry’s and we can order pizza. :)

A few minutes later, Emily texted back. Pretty much how you thought she would.

Only if the Ben & Jerry’s is the one with the peanut butter core. <3

Good. So something was set for this weekend. Maybe when Monday came around you’d feel a bit better.

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“Okay, Y/N,” Emily said, as she sat down on the couch with a pint of ice cream. “Not that I don’t love pizza and ice cream, but after six years, I think I know when something is wrong - and you’ve been keeping something bottled up for a long time. Spill it.”

Of course she could sense something. Know-it-all, pain-in-the-ass, best friend Emily - amazing profiler, better friend. Why did she have to be so good at her job? “I...I’m gay,” you shivered, rubbing the goosebumps off your arms. “I know I am, but...”

“But what?” she asked.

“I don’t wanna be,” you replied. You did, but you wanted to live in a world that was accepting of you. People weren’t. Thankfully, most of the people you knew now were pretty accepting, but you’d grown up around people that hated anyone like you. How were you supposed to come to grips with who you were, who you felt you’d been your entire life, surrounded by a world like that? “You’ve seen the crimes we come across involving people like me. I’m afraid.”

“Y/N,” she breathed, putting her hand on your shoulder. “You know that doesn’t matter to me. Or any of our other friends.”

Closing your eyes, you smiled warmly. “That’s what I hoped,” you said, “But it doesn’t make it any easier. I have strict parents; I grew up in a town that loathed gay people. It’s hard to get that out of me, ya know?”

“I know,” she said, scooting over to your end of the couch and enveloping you in a humongous hug. “You are who you are. There’s nothing wrong with you.” She pulled you into her chest and handed you your pint of ice cream. “Eat.”

“Nothing like peanut butter and chocolate,” you said, sliding the ice cold spoon into your mouth. “You really don’t think any differently of me, Em?”

“Of course not!” she exclaimed. “I don’t blame you! Ladies are sexy.”

“Yes they are,” you laughed. “I appreciate the look of men, but I just can’t get into it.” Within minutes, you both had devoured nearly half a pint of ice cream.

“I get that,” Emily said knowingly. With the relationship she’d been in, it was amazing she hadn’t sworn off men all together. “Look, I can’t tell you how to live your life and what to do, but you have nothing to be ashamed of. Do you want to tell other people?”

You turned around, laying your head in her lap as you continued to dig at the delicious peanut butter goo in the middle of your ice cream. “I do. I just don’t know where to start,” you admitted. “And I’m really afraid of telling my parents.”

“Then I wouldn’t start with them,” Emily said matter-of-factly. “Start with the team. We all love you - just the way you are.”

“How do I do it? Like, just come in one day and say ‘hey everyone I like vagina?’” you asked facetiously.

Emily snorted, causing the ice cream to fall off of your spoon and onto your boobs. Tasty. “I mean, if you feel like it. Frankly, I would love to see the looks on everyone’s faces if you said it just like that.”

You could only imagine. Actually, the image was pretty vivid. “Spencer would start stuttering, blushing probably,” you said, imagining the genius’ face. “Derek would probably plug his ears. Wouldn’t wanna hear that coming from his ‘little sister?’ JJ and Garcia would probably start laughing. Hotch would have to hide a smirk, and Rossi would be the only one to actually say something.”

“Oh my god, that’d be great,” she said, finishing her ice cream and placing the empty pint on the table next to her. “But in all seriousness, do it however you feel comfortable. If you wanna make it formal, do that, but if it just happens to slip into conversation and you’re more comfortable that way then do it that way.”

It was always Emily who was speaking the voice of reason in your ear - she was the perfect mix of a good and bad influence. “Then I guess I’ll just let it flow and say it whenever,” you figured.

“Do you feel any better?” she asked. “This is the most relaxed you’ve looked in years, honestly.”

You really did feel better. You’d known who you were for years now, but actually coming to terms with it was a whole different story. You still weren’t fully there. “I do feel better,” you admitted, sitting up and turning towards Emily. “Thanks.”

“No problem, Y/N,” she said, picking up the bottle of wine and shaking it around. “You’re perfect the way you are. Wine?”

“Gods yes,” you replied, holding out a glass for her to fill. “Okay, but Reid’s face if I said it like that might be my new favorite thing.”

“Me too,” she laughed. “Can you give me a heads up if that’s the way you plan on saying it? Because I wanna be there.”

“Absolutely.”

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dontshootmespence · 7 years

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Not Another Word

A/N: An anon request for a Derek x Reader where he gets jealous over nothing and is all pissy about it until the reader puts him back in his place. She’s not taking his shit. @coveofmemories

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“Hi, John!” you exclaimed, seeing your old college friend outside yours’ and Derek’s favorite pizza place. Letting go of Derek’s hand, you ran into John’s arms and he spun you around. You’d been great friends all four years of college, had most of your classes together and after you graduated, you went to separate jobs in different cities and lost touch. “How’ve you been?”

“Not bad at all,” he said, stooping down to kiss your cheek. “Work has been crazy, but I’m off for a couple of weeks to spend some time with my parents. I’ve had to move my dad into a nursing home.” He’d been diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s and considering John’s job took him all over the country, it wasn’t possible for him to take care of him.

“I’m so sorry,” you replied, squeezing his arm in an effort to comfort him. “But otherwise? Job treating you well?”

“Job’s great,” he replied, pulling his wallet out of his pocket. “And I’ve got a beautiful wife and twin baby girls now.” You took the wallet from him.

“Oh my god, you have a beautiful family John,” you said. “Your wife’s a lucky lady.”

John pulled you into a hug, a goodbye until the next time you’d meet - whenever that may have been. “I’d like to think so,” he said cockily, tugging on his jacket and flashing a cheesy smile. “It was so nice seeing you. “You're a lucky man.” He stretched out his hand to Derek, who reluctantly took it and introduced himself.

“Yes he is,” you laughed. “Nice seeing you again, John. Maybe when you’re home one of these days we could grab a slice?”

“That’d be great. Talk to you soon, Y/N.”

“So,” Derek said as John turned around, “He an old boyfriend?”

“John?” you asked. “No. Great friends, but we never dated.” You watched as a range of emotions flashed across Derek’s face, last of which seemed like... “Are you jealous, Derek Morgan?”

His voice got much higher than it should’ve been. “Me! Not at all. Why would I be jealous of that guy? I mean sure, you look really comfortable with him, and you were best friends in college and the you could practically cut the sexual tension with a knife, but no I’m not jealous.”

“You are so totally jealous,” you exclaimed in disbelief. “My Derek Morgan, big, buff, God of Chocolate Thunder is jealous of one of my old best friends. Are you kidding me? Nothing ever happened between us.”

He chuckled, clearly not believing you. “I’m not so sure. I mean, it’s extremely tough for men and women to just be friends.”

Throwing your head back, you screamed out. “Oh my god. It can be difficult to only remain friends, if only because we are socialized from a young age to believe that men and women are only supposed to be together romantically, but they can be friends - and that’s all John and I were.”

Derek huffed, not saying another word. This actually bothered him. “Why are you so jealous? I have other male friends. I’m friends with your friends. Hotch, Rossi, Spencer...are you jealous of my relationships with them too?” He rolled his eyes at you.

“Of course not.” So that was genuine, but your relationship with John bothered him?

“All right, listen,” you started, about to go on a diatribe. “I am going to have platonic relationships with men. John, Spencer, Hotch, Rossi and anyone else I feel like. When two people are in a relationship, they don’t immediately say that every other person outside of that relationship is repulsive to them. Spencer is cute. Hotch is cute. Rossi is a sexy granddad. And John is cute...and married...and my friend. That’s it. Do you see me getting jealous because you’re friends with Emily, JJ or Penelope? Or that you flirt with Penelope on the regular?”

You were getting heated. Not angry, you just thought this whole thing was ridiculous. “No, I don’t,” you continued. “Because I know your true intentions. You love me. I love you - and at the end of the day, no matter who either one of us finds attractive we’ll end up back with each other. Because we love each other.” Turning into him, you stood up tall, kissing his cheek. “Right?”

“Yes, I love you. I’m sorry, I can’t help it. It’s hard to believe you won’t find someone better and move on from me,” he admitted.

“There is no one better,” you insisted. “But no more of this jealousy crap. Jealousy stems from a lack of trust in your partner. You trust me right?”

“Of course,” Derek replied. “I’m just...”

“NO!” you yelled, putting your finger in front of his mouth. “Not another word!”

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