#kitchen light

[huariqueje]

The Kitchen Light - Jacopo Ginanneschi , 2022.

Italian , b. 1987 -

Oil on panel , 45 x 70 cm.

[queerteapie]

Kitchen Light (18+)

Pairing: Agatha Harkness/Rio Vidal

Rating: Explicit

Fic Song: Spotify/YouTube

Summary: They didn't even make it past the kitchen light.

Tags: 18+, smut, NSFW, light fingering, kitchen sex

The car ride is silent.

Not uncomfortable, not exactly - but thick with everything unsaid. The kind of silence that clings to skin, curls behind ears, and sinks low in the belly like a slow burn.

Rio drums her fingers against her thigh, rings clinking quietly against one another. Her window’s cracked, letting in the chilled bite of the night. The city hums around them, but it feels distant, like they’re moving through a world that doesn’t quite touch them. Not now.

Agatha grips the wheel with one hand. Her other hovers over the gearstick, tapping restlessly. The orange glow of the dashboard casts warm light over her fingers, the sharp edges of her jaw. Her lipstick is smudged slightly at the corner of her mouth - a detail Rio’s been trying not to stare at since they left the bar.

They’re both a little buzzed, not drunk - not enough to forget what they’re doing, what they want. Just enough to make everything feel softer, looser. More dangerous.

“You’re quiet,” Agatha says eventually, voice low and threaded with something just a little raw.

Rio glances over at her, eyes sharp under her dark lashes. “So are you.”

Agatha huffs a laugh. Her fingers tighten on the wheel for just a second, then relax. “Thinking.”

“About what?”

Agatha doesn’t answer. Not right away. Just pulls the car into her driveway, the automatic lights flaring on and washing the porch in sterile white. For a second, neither of them move.

Then Agatha turns the engine off. Looks over. Her gaze lingers on Rio’s mouth - a beat too long to be casual. “You coming in?”

Rio’s smile is slow and knowing. “Thought you’d never ask.”

Inside, the door clicks shut behind them, sealing the night out. The house is still, quiet. Clean, but lived-in - papers stacked on the counter, a mug left in the sink, a cardigan tossed over the back of a dining chair. The kind of mess that says someone like Agatha lives here - focused, too busy to care about coasters, meticulous in the places that matter.

Rio toes off her boots near the door, stretching languidly as she stands. She watches as Agatha shrugs off her coat and drapes it over the banister, then glances over her shoulder.

“Come on,” Agatha says softly, nodding toward the hallway. “Kitchen’s this way.”

Rio follows, her gaze pinned to the gentle sway of Agatha’s hips as she walks. The house is dim except for the light flicking on ahead - the cold fluorescence of the kitchen ceiling fixture spilling out like a stage spotlight. The hum of it fills the silence, steady and just a little too loud.

Agatha moves easily through the space, opening the fridge without thinking. “You want something to drink?”

Rio leans against the doorway, crossing her arms. Her eyes trail over the curve of Agatha’s back, the way her shirt lifts slightly as she reaches inside. “No,” she says. “I want something else.”

Agatha stills.

Her hand lingers on the fridge door, fingers flexing against the handle. Then she straightens and turns, slowly - like she’s afraid that if she moves too fast, the moment will shatter.

Their eyes meet, and the air between them shifts - all the pretense, the waiting, the weeks of flirtation and close calls and almosts fall away. The tension breaks like a snapped wire, sharp and sudden and electric.

Agatha crosses the kitchen in two strides.

Her hands find Rio’s waist, pulling her close, and then their mouths crash together.

It’s not gentle.

It’s hungry, desperate, the kind of kiss that says I’ve been dying for this. Agatha presses her back against the fridge, and Rio gasps into her mouth, fingers tangling in Agatha’s hair.

The overhead light is still on, harsh and cold. It throws sharp shadows across the room, across the angles of their bodies. Neither of them care. There’s no time to get to the bedroom, to dim the lights, to make it pretty. All they have is the heat between them and the cool tile beneath heir feet and the buzz of the kitchen light humming above them.

Agatha’s hands are under Rio’s shirt, cool against heated skin. She pulls back just enough to look at her - pupils blown wide, lips red and parted. “I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long,” she says, voice hoarse.

Rio breathes out a laugh, shaky and hot. “Then stop wasting time.”

Agatha kisses her like she’s starved for it - all teeth and tongue, one hand gripping Rio’s hip, the other tangled in her hair. Rio moans into her mouth, soft and sharp at the same time, her hands tugging Agatha closer like she wants to pull her beneath her skin.

The fridge hums against her back. The tile is cold under her bare feet, but it might as well be miles away. All she feels is Agatha  her body pressed tight against hers, her mouth hot and urgent, the sharp graze of her nails dragging down Rio’s side.

Rio gasps when Agatha mouths along her jaw, down her neck, biting gently at the spot just below her ear. “Fuck,” she whispers, breath stuttering. “You’re really not gonna make it out of the kitchen, are you?”

Agatha chuckles, low and wrecked, her voice muffled against Rio’s skin. “Not a chance.”

Her hands slip beneath Rio’s shirt again, sliding up her sides with a slowness that makes Rio shiver. Her thumbs stroke over ribs, the underside of her bra, and she watches the way Rio arches into the touch - breathless, greedy, already undone.

“Take this off,” Agatha says, tugging at the hem of Rio’s shirt.

Rio doesn’t hesitate. She pulls it over her head and tosses it to the floor, dark hair falling messily around her shoulders. Agatha steps back half a pace, just enough to look at her - bare stomach rising and falling, skin flushed and glowing in the hard kitchen light.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” she murmurs.

Rio grins, cocky and breathless. “Keep talking like that and you’re gonna have to carry me to bed after.”

Agatha’s mouth curls into something wicked. “Who said anything about a bed?”

She drops to her knees before Rio can answer, hands sliding down her hips, hooking into the waistband of her jeans. She looks up once, eyes blazing. Then she pulls them down in one fluid motion - denim scraping over thighs, pooling at her ankles - and presses a kiss to the inside of Rio’s knee.

Rio hisses through her teeth. “Jesus, Agatha-”

But it’s not a complaint. Not even close.

Agatha moves slowly, deliberately - lips trailing fire up the inside of Rio’s leg, hands anchoring her steady. Rio grips the counter behind her, fingers white-knuckled, her breath stuttering as Agatha mouths against her inner thigh, biting just enough to make her tremble.

And then Agatha pauses - right there, right at the edge of where Rio wants her most - and looks up again.

“You sure about this?”

Rio looks down, eyes dark and blown wide. Her chest rises and falls in quick, shallow breaths. She cups Agatha’s face gently, thumb brushing her cheekbone. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Agatha grins - slow, filthy, satisfied.

“Good.”

She leans in.

Rio doesn’t remember the exact second it shifts - when lust stops simmering and starts boiling over. One moment Agatha is on her knees, warm mouth teasing over skin, and the next she’s everywhere - standing, lifting, kissing her like it’s the last breath she’ll ever take.

Rio wraps her arms around Agatha’s neck as she’s lifted effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, the cold granite shocking against the backs of her thighs. She gasps, and Agatha takes advantage of the opening, sliding her tongue into her mouth with a ferocity that makes Rio whimper.

It’s wild. Sloppy. Devastating.

Teeth clash, nails rake down backs, and their bodies move like magnets pulled by something ancient and starving.

Agatha groans into her mouth. “You drive me insane - every time you walk into a room, I want to fuck you stupid.”

Rio kisses her hard, answering with a breathless laugh. “Then do it. I’m right here.”

The words snap something loose.

Agatha yanks down the cups of Rio’s bra, baring her to the fluorescent light, and without a word she latches on - mouth hot and wet over her nipple, sucking hard enough to bruise. Rio cries out, head falling back to thunk against the cabinet. Her legs clamp around Agatha’s hips, desperate to keep her there, to pull her in deeper, closer, more .

She doesn’t know where to put her hands - tangled in Agatha’s hair, clutching the edge of the counter, digging into her back. Her brain’s gone static, short-circuited by sensation.

Agatha bites. Just a flick of teeth, a warning, a promise. Then she kisses the sting better, tongue soothing over skin that already burns.

“God, Agatha,” Rio breathes, panting. “Please.”

Agatha growls low in her throat and drops to her knees again, but this time there’s no teasing. She shoves Rio’s panties aside and dives in - tongue pressed flat, lips greedy, fingers digging into thighs to keep her spread open, grounded, wrecked.

Rio lets out a strangled sound - half-moan, half-curse - and one hand slams against the cabinet door behind her for balance. Her other fists in Agatha’s hair, holding on for dear life as her hips buck up uncontrollably.

She’s loud. She doesn’t care.

She couldn’t be quiet if she tried, not with Agatha’s mouth on her like that, not with the desperate pull of months of tension breaking inside her all at once. It’s messy and hot and unrelenting. Agatha eats her like it’s the only thing she’s ever wanted. Like she’s starving for it.

And maybe she is.

“More,” Rio gasps. “Please, don’t stop-don’t-fuck-”

Agatha moans into her, the vibration sending Rio over the edge.

Her thighs clamp tight around Agatha’s head, body going rigid as her orgasm crashes through her — hot and sharp and endless. She cries out, head thrown back, chest heaving, nails digging red marks into the back of Agatha’s neck.

It takes her a long moment to come back to herself.

She’s still panting, dazed and wrecked, staring at the buzzing kitchen light above her as if it's the only thing keeping her tethered to earth. Agatha rises slowly, licking her lips, eyes dark and feral.

But she’s not done.

Not even close.

Rio watches her, pupils still blown wide, and grins through her panting. “That the best you’ve got?”

Agatha yanks her down off the counter and spins her, bending her over the cool granite in one fluid motion.

“No,” she growls against Rio’s ear. “I’m just getting started.”

The countertop bites into Rio’s hips. She doesn’t care.

Her palms are flat on the cold granite, chest heaving, cheek turned against it, lips parted as Agatha presses in behind her - full body weight, hot and unyielding. There’s no softness now. No caution. It’s all fire and want and the wild way their bodies seem to recognize each other, like they’ve done this a thousand times in dreams but never dared to make it real until now.

Agatha’s voice is ragged against Rio’s ear. “Spread your legs.”

It’s not a question.

Rio obeys instantly, breath shuddering out of her as she widens her stance. She hears Agatha’s breath hitch, then a sound - a low, reverent noise - and the next moment, fingers slide between her thighs, wet with the slick already spilling down her legs.

“Fuck, Rio,” Agatha groans. “You’re dripping.”

Rio lets out a choked, needy moan. “Then do something about it .”

She doesn’t have to ask twice.

Two fingers slide into her without hesitation - deep, fast, curling just right. Rio lets out a scream, body jerking forward against the counter. Agatha’s free hand fists in her hair, tugging her back just enough to bare her throat and shoulder. She sinks her teeth into the curve where neck meets collarbone, and Rio’s knees nearly give out.

“God, yes -”

Agatha’s thrusting into her hard, fast, relentless. Each movement drives Rio closer to the edge again, no time to recover, no chance to breathe. Her thighs are shaking, her skin’s flushed and slick with sweat, and her eyes roll back when Agatha grinds the heel of her hand against her clit.

She’s making sounds she doesn’t recognize - guttural, broken, wild. She tries to brace herself but everything’s slipping. Her fingers scrabble uselessly at the countertop, trying to hold onto something , anything, as Agatha fucks her like a promise and a punishment all at once.

And she talks .

“Been thinking about this for months,” Agatha growls, lips dragging over Rio’s shoulder. “The way you tease me. Look at me like you know . You knew exactly what you were doing.”

“I did,” Rio pants, barely coherent. “I fucking did.”

Agatha thrusts harder.

“You gonna come again for me?”

“Yes-God, yes, please- don’t stop -”

Her voice breaks.

Agatha reaches around and pinches her nipple, hard - and that’s it.

Rio falls apart with a cry that echoes off tile and ceiling, body seizing around Agatha’s fingers, her second orgasm tearing through her like wildfire. Her legs tremble violently, and she would’ve collapsed if Agatha wasn’t holding her up - one arm tight around her waist now, anchoring her as she shudders and gasps and finally slumps forward, barely upright.

Agatha doesn’t let her go.

She leans in close, kisses her shoulder, her spine, the sweaty dip at the base of her neck. “You okay?”

Rio laughs - wrecked and breathless - then straightens, shaky but buzzing with something deeper now. Her fingers find Agatha’s wrist where it's still between her legs, and she guides it away, slowly, deliberately.

“I’m better than okay,” she murmurs, turning to face her. Her eyes are dark and glinting with hunger. “But you’re overdressed.”

Agatha’s brow arches, but she’s grinning now - wild and ready. “Oh?”

Rio’s already backing her up, eyes locked on hers. “On your knees, Agatha,” she says, voice low and thick with command. “Let’s see how you look with your legs shaking on the fucking kitchen floor.”

Agatha doesn’t argue.

She drops.

Agatha hits the tile with a low groan, leaning back on her elbows, breathing heavy as Rio stands over her - flushed and radiant, hair wild, lips swollen, body glowing in the harsh kitchen light. There’s a shift in her now. Something deliberate. Steady. Predatory.

“You gonna stare,” Agatha pants, “or are you gonna-”

Rio drops to her knees and grabs her by the thighs, dragging her down the tile with a grin that’s all teeth and revenge.

“Shut up,” she growls, leaning in. “Your turn.”

She kisses the inside of Agatha’s knee - once, slow - then bites it, hard enough to make her jolt.

Agatha gasps, head tipping back with a thud against the cabinets. “Fuck-”

“You like that?” Rio murmurs, already kissing higher, already working her way up her thighs with teeth and tongue and heat.

Agatha nods, too far gone for words.

Rio makes it torturously slow at first - not to tease, but to devour. She kisses every inch of skin like it’s sacred, like it owes her something. Her nails drag lightly up Agatha’s ribs, slipping beneath her shirt and yanking it up without ceremony. The moment it’s over her head and discarded, Rio licks a stripe between her breasts, then bites the swell of one with a growl.

Agatha arches, whimpers. “ Please -”

“I know,” Rio murmurs. “I’ve got you.”

And then she slides down again, lips moving over her stomach, her hips. Her fingers find the waistband of Agatha’s pants and yank - hard, fast - taking everything with them. Agatha lifts her hips to help, frantic, eager, already soaking.

Rio doesn’t wait.

She throws Agatha’s legs over her shoulders and dives in.

Agatha screams .

There’s no build-up. No mercy. Rio eats her like she’s starved — like she’s wanted this for months and finally, finally , gets to taste. She wraps her arms under Agatha’s thighs to keep her pinned and flicks her tongue with practiced cruelty - circles, pressure, then flattening her tongue and dragging it slow and hard up the length of her.

Agatha bucks so hard her head smacks the cabinet again, and she’s gripping the counter above like it might save her. “Fuck, fuck , I’m-oh my God-”

Rio hums into her, the vibration pulling a sob from Agatha’s throat.

It’s chaos - the tile cold beneath her, the overhead light buzzing above, and Rio between her legs like a storm. Fingers dig into thighs, into hips, into anything she can reach. She presses two fingers inside without warning, curling immediately, relentless.

Agatha cries out, voice ragged. “ Don’t stop- ”

“I won’t,” Rio growls, mouth slick and shining. “You’re gonna come for me, right here. Right fucking now.”

She fucks her harder, faster, tongue never leaving her clit, fingers curling just right .

Agatha’s moans rise in pitch, fast and helpless. Her back arches, hands scrabbling across the tile, reaching for anything - but there’s no lifeline here. Just Rio, breaking her open.

She’s so close.

“Say my name,” Rio commands, her voice low and rough against her. “Say it when you come.”

Agatha’s entire body tenses - then shatters .

“ R-Rio- !”

She screams it, loud enough the neighbors might hear, loud enough it echoes off the cold tile and clattering cabinets. Her thighs tremble violently, her hips jerking as Rio holds her steady, fucking her through it until she’s a quivering mess, until her sounds turn soft and broken and overstimulated.

Only then - only then - does Rio slow down. She eases her fingers out, kisses her way back up that trembling body, presses a kiss to her flushed cheek.

Agatha is panting, dazed. Her voice is hoarse. “Jesus Christ.”

Rio smiles, smug and spent, and brushes hair from Agatha’s damp forehead. “Told you I was better than okay.”

Agatha laughs - a breathless, wrecked sound - and pulls her into a kiss, messy and soft, still tasting herself on Rio’s lips.

They lie there, tangled together on the kitchen floor under the glare of the light, sweat cooling, hearts thudding.

“Next time,” Agatha murmurs, “we at least make it to the hallway.”

Rio chuckles, kisses her again.

“Next time,” she agrees. “But right now, I kinda like it here.”

[midsummerafternoon]

we didn't even make it past the kitchen light - xana (x)

[blackbird-brewster]

CM Fic Recs: Whoops, All Whump Edition

Compiled: 26/06/2025 | For @racethewind10

Whump (noun)

(Fandom Slang) The term whump (or whumping) generally refers to a form of Hurt/Comfort that is heavy on the hurt and is often found in gen stories. Whump involves taking a canon character, and placing them in physically painful or psychologically-damaging scenarios.

Whether you love fics with heavy emotional angst, or a classic hurt/comfort scenario, or even hurt/ no comfort, I've got them all. As an Architect of Angst, whump is my bread and butter when it comes to writing CM femslash. What better way to celebrate the drop of 18x08 'Tara', than to compile a list of whump recs?

I'm including who gets whumped, whether the whump is physical and/or psychological, plus I'll rate each fic on a 1-5 scale of how painful it is using the '💔' emoji.

i can't be wrong (to be craving you)

JJ/Emily | Rated: E | WC: 101,300 Whumpee: Emily | Physical and Psychological Whump Scale: 💔💔💔💔💔 Companion Playlist: i can't be wrong (to be craving you)

Summary:

Emily just wants to feel something, anything. She needs to be alone, but she's also desperate for human contact, desperate to have someone make her feel loved. JJ is not the person she should be longing to fill that need, she knows better than to get involved with her, but she also can't stay away. An Emily focused story chronicling her mental health and PTSD in the aftermath of everything she's survived and how her journey keeps crossing paths with JJ. [Starting in S4 and following through the years of Emily and JJ's relationship]

A Journey Through the Silent Chasm (Series)

JJ/Emily | Rated: M | WC: 12,500 | Works: 3 Co-Author: Phoenix_Falls (@otahkoapisiakii) Whumpee(s): JJ | Physical and Psychological, Emily | Psychological Whump Scale: 💔💔💔💔💔

Summary:

This three-part series details an intimate journey through JJ's depression and PTSD, to her suicide, and, eventually, to the healing of those she left behind.

Wreckage

JJ/Emily & Team | Rated: M | WC: 3770 Whumpee(s): The entire team....it's a plane crash. Whump Scale: 💔💔💔💔💔

Summary:

"When we meet real tragedy in life, we can react in two ways - either by losing hope and falling into self-destructive habits, or by using the challenge to find our inner strength." - Dalai Lama The team faces insurmountable odds after the plane crashes into the forest near Seattle. [Inspiration: Grey's Anatomy 8x24 "Flight"]

Do What I Want (Over What's Right)

Tara/Rebecca, Emily/Rebecca, JJ/Emily | Rated: E | WC: 74,100 Whumpee(s): Literally no one is okay in this fic Whump Scale: 💔💔💔💔 Companion Playlist: Toxic Yuri

Summary:

After Rebecca and Emily have an extremely unexpected and ill-advised one-night-stand, they have to navigate working together while trying to prevent their secret from getting out. Meanwhile, Tara is still holding onto the hope she and Rebecca can reconcile their differences and get back together. And JJ isn't coping after finding out about the website related to her, but the one woman she wishes would notice how much she's struggling is the same woman who hid the site from her in the first place. Can the four women get through the Gold Star investigation without succumbing to the secrets, lies, and jealousy woven into their complicated relationships with each other? [Takes place in S17, but only loosely follows canon timeline.]

I Want to Love You

Tara/Emily | Rated: M | WC: 13,290 Whumpee (s): Emily | Physical & Psychological, Tara | Psychological Whump Scale: 💔💔💔💔

Summary:

It had been two weeks since Gabriel Lewis had been murdered after he had been abducted by Mr. Scratch. Tara hadn't seen her brother in years before his death. Now, his face was the only thing she saw when she closed her eyes. [Takes place over the course of S12 with obvious divergence]

Caged

JJ/Emily | Rated: M | WC: 39,100 Co-Author: Phoenix_Falls Whumpee: JJ | Physical and Psychological Whump Scale: 💔💔💔💔 Summary:

When Emily finds out Will has become abusive she seeks to save JJ and Henry from his violence.

Head Full of Doubt (High School AU)

JJ/Emily | Rated: M | WC: 24,775 Whumpee: JJ | Physical & Psychological Whump Scale: 💔💔💔 💔

Summary:

When Emily moves to a new high school she is intrigued by the quiet blonde who is struggling with her own demons.

She Used To Be Mine

JJ/Emily | Rated: T | WC: 3200 Whumpee(s): Emily | Physical & Psychological, JJ | Psychological Whump Scale: 💔💔💔💔

Summary:

A re-write of Emily’s return to the BAU — except JJ wasn’t part of the cover up and she had no idea Emily had actually survived. Full disclosure: This is heartbreaking.

Save Tonight

JJ/Emily | Rated: M | WC: 3230 Whumpee: JJ | Psychological Whump Scale: 💔💔💔💔 Summary:

JJ finally gets the courage to tell Emily how she feels but is she too late?

Between You & Me

JJ/Tara | Rated: E | WC: 72,600 Whumpee(s): JJ | Psychological , Tara | Physical Whump Scale: 💔💔💔 Companion Playlist: Between You & Me

Summary:

JJ returned to the BAU after having her second child, seemingly having perfected the art of hiding how unhappy she was in her marriage from everyone on the team, well, everyone except Tara. The newest agent of the BAU takes an interest in JJ, offering to be her confidant, and the two become fast friends. What neither of them expected was to fall in love in the process. [Takes place through S11-13]

Promises to Keep

Tara/Rebecca | Rated: T | WC: 1257 Whumpee: Tara | Physical Whump Scale: 💔💔💔

Summary:

When Tara gets shot in the field, Rebecca faces her biggest fear — the possibility of losing the woman she loves.

If You Need Me

JJ/Emily | Rated: M | WC: 3950 Whumpee: Emily | Psychological Whump Scale: 💔💔💔

Summary:

Emily wakes up from a night terror and seeks JJ's comfort in the middle of the night, just like she has done so many times over the years…but this night is unlike any of the others.

I Will Wait

JJ/Emily | Rated: T | WC: 2120 Whumpee: JJ | Physical and Psychological Whump Scale: 💔💔💔

Summary:

This couldn't be how it ended, not like this. JJ had survived so much, it seemed unfair to die alone in a parking garage. It seemed unfair to die at all. [Takes place during 15x01]

Words Left Unsaid (Crossover)

JJ & Emily, Emily & Frankie Dart (Community) | Rated: T | WC: 12,580 Whumpee: Frankie | Psychological, Emily | Physical & Psychological Whump Scale: 💔💔💔

Summary:

Frankie seeks therapy to deal with the demons of her past but things quickly become overwhelming as she uncovers the truth behind her sister's death. Meanwhile, JJ is forced to face feelings from her own troubled past.

Headcanon: The Worst 'Best Day'

Ch 26: Jemily Ficlet Archives

JJ/Emily | Rated: T | WC: 2500 Whumpee: Emily | Physical Whump Scale: 💔💔💔

Summary:

In which tragedy strikes on what began as the best day of their lives.

All You Never Say

Tara/Emily | Rated: T | WC: 1953 Whumpee(s): Emily | Physical, Tara | Psychological Whump Scale: 💔💔

Summary:

A devastating look at Tara and Emily’s undefined love for each other. “I burned so long, so quiet — you must have wondered if I loved you back. I did. I did. I do”

What If It Doesn't End Well?

JJ/Emily | Rated: T | WC: 8700 Whumpee: Emily | Psychological Whump Scale: 💔💔

Summary:

Four months after Emily joined the BAU, she and JJ have settled into a friends-with-benefits relationship. But when the team is called to New Orleans to work a case, they meet Detective LaMontagne and Emily's insecurities force her to make a difficult decision. [Re-Imagining of 02x18 'Jones']

Scars

JJ/Emily | Rated: T | WC: 2060 Whumpee: JJ | Physical & Psychological Whump Scale: 💔💔

Summary:

Emily comes for a visit and JJ finally breaks down about her abduction.

The Call

JJ/Emily | Rated: M | WC: 5870 Whumpee: JJ | Physical & Psychological Whump Scale: 💔💔 Summary:

Emily becomes gravely concerned after receiving a phone call from Reid requesting information on JJ's abductor.

Motivation

Tara/Emily | Rated: E | WC: 5225 Whumpee: Emily | Physical & Psychological Whump Scale: 💔

Summary:

The team is reeling after Mr. Scratch ambushed their SUV convoy, killing Agent Walker. Emily is struggling with her abduction and her guilt — but maybe a familiar face could help her unwind. (Expanded ending of 13x01 ‘Wheels-Up)

Fix You [FANVID]

JJ/Emily | Rated: T Whumpee(s): Emily | Physical, JJ | Psychological Whump Scale: 💔

Summary:

FANVID: AU where Emily and JJ were together, but JJ left her for Will. Shortly after, Emily gets killed by Ian Doyle and JJ has to live with the guilt of her choices.

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[fallish]

xana makes me want to experience love, the fully obsessed lingering longing want kind of love

[highfiveheroes]

okay i'm crowdsourcing this now: my music taste is complete shit. if y'all know any songs that are good for evil best friends to lovers. please send them my way. (no, kipperlilly is not one of them. i am so sorry)

[fuck-off-im-ace]

You can take a piece of me baby Wrap those hands around my body I’ll be your home And you’ll be my party

Xana - Kitchen Light

[ohmymymymyy]

Xana - Kitchen Light & 19

“You tell me everything you never say out loud”