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spinning out about things that haven't happened

[emilys-bangs]

blue.ᐟ — she/her ⊹ 21 ⊹ emily prentiss lovebot ⊹ baran al hashimi defender

.ᐟ hi, I'm blue, welcome to my (mostly) fic writing hub! Currently cm and pitt pilled. If you've ever read something of mine and enjoyed it, I'd love to know! I also love to chat and take requests, but please keep it sfw ✶

.ᐟ masterlist ⊹ request guidelines ⊹ ao3 ⊹ fic archive blog @ebangsarchive

.ᐟ hot off the press: like an angel to me | emily prentiss

.ᐟ celebrate 2k with me!

[cepheusgalaxy]

i'll write it even if it's cringe i'll write it even if it's cringe i am a hobbyist writer with a random whump story on a tumblr blog it's okay who cares. *through grit teeth* i can be a little cringe too as a treat

[unaltroamore]

I feel like if Emily does have a sister it’s either that they have

1 a 10+ year age gap

2 step/ half siblings to where they didn’t live with each other full time

3 she’s just lying because she’s just give only child energy

[emilys-bangs]

𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐬-𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝟐𝐤 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𑣲

Hi! Thank you so much for being here! If you’ve ever liked, reblogged, commented, or sent me a kind message, I appreciate you beyond words. This event is just a small way for me to give back to you, so feel totally free to send in as many requests as you want!! (But please only choose one category at a time and have a look at my request guidelines first). You're more than welcome to specify the scenario you want for a more accurate fic! I'll begin posting a week from now :)

Open from July 16th to July 31st.

Place your order!

𓇢𓆸 Spiced chai — choose a character + a prompt from this list, this list, or this list—or send me a prompt of your own (fluff, hurt/comfort, angst)—and I'll write a small drabble, 1k words or less.

𓇢𓆸 Taro bubble tea — send me a kidfic prompt + a character and I'll write a small drabble, 1k words or less.

𓇢𓆸 Wild berry infusion — choose any two characters + a prompt and I'll write a poly drabble, 1k words or less (crossovers welcome!).

𓇢𓆸 London fog — send me a scenario or a trope + a character and I'll give you my headcanons for it, or send me a headcanon of yours and I'll give you my thoughts.

𓇢𓆸 Moroccan mint tea — send me a character + an au, aesthetic, trope, or concept and I'll make you a moodboard.

𓇢𓆸 Custom blend — tell me a little bit about yourself and I'll ship you with a character (and, if it applies, a season-specific version of them! Ex: season 4 Emily Prentiss).

Feel free to specify a character era (London Emily, unit chief Emily, etc.) or a certain reader archetype (ex!reader with Baran, assistant!reader with Emily, etc.)!! AUs are more than welcome! You can also add in dialogue of your own or any more details you have in mind to make your request more specific :) thank you again!! I hope you'll have as much fun with this as I know I will, and as always please nothing nsfw <3

[emilys-bangs]

Btw if anyone wants to send something about about you reader, prof!emily, or bridgerton au im all ears….

[jennywtheglock]

then vs. now: Emily at The BAU 2.10 -> 19x10

[emilys-bangs]

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 | 𝐞.𝐩

Tags: unit chief emily, college student reader, age gap (no ages mentioned), yearning, soft emily, one use of yn

Request: here! Celebrate 2k with me!

Word count: 0.6k

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You're sprawled out on the grass, soaking up the flimsy April sunshine, when a shadow falls over you. It lingers through your closed eyelids, blotting darkness across your face. When it doesn't budge, you crack one eye open, expecting it to be a friend. 

But no friend of yours wears such expensive, neatly tailored clothes.

"Hey." You sit up hastily, tugging your earbuds out of your ears. Tinny music floats out into the air and Emily smiles down at you, hands tucked into the pockets of her coat. "Hi."

Did you say that already?

"Hi," she says, crisp black boots disturbing the grass around you. Before you can stand, she's stepping closer and lowering herself down onto the picnic blanket you're lying on. You blink at her, both to help your eyes adjust and to soak in the strange sight. 

You've seen Emily around your campus once or twice, yes, but you've never seen this: her sitting on a brightly checkered blanket, dressed in velvety shades of black, both her hands planted behind her to hold her up. She neatly crosses her heels on the grass, and amidst throngs of sleep-deprived, casually dressed college students, every bit of her looks out of place.

"What are you doing here?" You ask, switching off your music.

"I was passing by." A light breeze stirs her hair, and she tucks some of it behind her ear. "Have you eaten?"

You pause, thinking. Emily gives you a look. 

Your shoulders rise to your ears. "I had a pastry—"

"Pastries don't count, Y/N," she says, but there's an amused tick to her mouth. It fiddles with your pulse, more so when she nudges your shoulder. "C'mon, I'm starving too."

"I have a class," you say, reaching for your phone. A class you were debating skipping. She won't want you to, but it's one of your most tedious ones, and it's still an hour and some away. "But maybe somewhere close?" You gnaw on your lip.

Emily's smile does something to you. She nods, rising to her feet. "I know a few places. Are you picky?"

Not when it means free food.

-

"How are your exams going?"

Your nose scrunches. "They're going."

Emily chuckles. It's a rich, pleasant sound, warmth unfurling deep in your stomach.

"I mean, I'm trying my best."

"That's all anyone can ask of you. As long as your best doesn't come at your own expense." She looks away from the road to throw you a glance.

You give her a wry smile. "Doesn't it always?"

"No." Her voice goes firm. "No, it doesn't." She heaves in a breath, "You can't let it interfere with your—"

"I know, I know, work-life balance and all that." You interrupt. You get it, and you do try to maintain that balance, really. But it gets away from you sometimes. "It's just hard to stay on track, sometimes."

"I know it is. But not eating"—her tone goes pointed—"not sleeping…that can't be happening on the regular. It messes with you, and you're young, still." She murmurs, softer now. Dove-like. "If you keep running on fumes, it'll come back to bite you in the ass."

You look back at her, your cheek sticking to her cool, leather seat. The confined space of her car makes you feel closer to her. Impossibly more attuned. She's always striking, her beauty sharp enough to stop your breath in its tracks, but here, right now, something about her feels strangely…intimate. Like she's yours.

But you know she could never be.

"Well," you say quietly, begging for her to look at you and swallowing your thrill when she does, "at least today, it won't."

[emilys-bangs]

congrats on 2k!!

can I please get a spiced chai? unit chief Emily x college student reader fluff, having her as your mentor / meet cute and just making sure you're taking care of yourself!

(not established relationship and can be platonic/romantic!)

Tysm for requesting! :) I loved this one heh, hope you like it

[sulkybender-retired04042026]

Your comments mean something even when the author never replies.

Sometimes your comments mean something especially when the author never replies.

[sulkybender-retired04042026]

exactly this

[iambad]

ok i’m done being crazy lol

[iambad]

no i’m not

[emilys-bangs]

I luv pretty sunsets

[iovetaylana]

ADDISON MONTGOMERY in 1x02 'IN WHICH SAM RECEIVES AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR' Private Practice (2007)

[willgrahamscock]

if you see me liking contradicting headcanons for the same character just know it's because I do not give a fuck and I have an active imagination #hewouldsaythat

[emilys-bangs]

𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 | 𝐛.𝐡

Tags: established relationship, fluff, bit of feels, no use of yn, baran al hashimi i would do anything for you forever

Request: here! Celebrate 2k with me!

Word count: 0.7k

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Baran is not proud to say that she nearly loses a fight with the football strewn across the driveway. She gives it an irritable kick once she regains her balance—that's for nearly making her face-plant onto the gravel—and pulls in a breath as she grabs her keys from her bag, some of her drowsiness dusting off with the brief fright.

Idly, she hopes you haven't heard her strangled yelp—not because you would laugh, no, but because you would get that look about you. That displeased frown, the twist of your mouth that wordlessly says you hate all of this, how the hospital bleeds her dry, how she won't let you inconvenience yourself—"it's not an inconvenience if I want to, Baran"—and she's too weary to rehash it all again tonight. Actually, she thinks, slotting her key into the lock, she'd very much prefer to never speak about any of it again, in any capacity.

The door quietly creaks open, the house's warmth drifting through. Baran steps in with a slow exhale. It's unusually silent, with Kian at his father's, but light floods everywhere, the familiar scent of home lifting some of the weight off her shoulders.

She's grateful not to find you in the living room. You're not in the kitchen, either, though a pot of something bubbles at the stove.

"Azizam?" She calls out, trudging over to the stairs.

"Here." Your voice drifts down. It's a little muffled, courtesy of the half-shut door of her bedroom. Baran reaches it and gently nudges it open, her smile, already in place, slipping when she takes in the sight in front of her.

There's a basket of laundry at the foot of her bed—laundry she hadn't washed before leaving, she's certain—and you're sitting on top of the covers with your legs crossed, folding. Piles of neatly folded clothes flank your side—short stacks of her t-shirts, another one for her leggings, small balls of socks gathered into a circle. All in dark shades, her blacks and browns and deep grays.

Baran stares. You look up from the shirt you're folding and flash her a smile. "Hey."

Her eyes dip down to your hands, locked on their fluid movement. You tuck in the sides of the shirt, smoothing the sleeves down flat, then fold it in half.

"What—" She finds herself faltering, briefly taken aback. Baran swallows—the action is difficult in a way that alarms her, her throat suddenly tight, her voice coming out more choked than she expects. "What's this?"

"What?" You stand, carefully sidestepping the towers of folded clothes. She's still frozen in the doorway, startled back into moving when you reach for the bag on her shoulder and rid her of the weight.

Her eyes grow hot. "You don't have to do my laundry for me."

"Can't I want to?" You murmur, drawing back closer, tugging her into a hug. "Hi."

Baran swallows again. "Hi," she whispers. Her arms sling around you, her head falling to rest against your cushiony warmth. Her eyes shutter closed; she breathes in, feels your scent filter into her lungs. She holds it for as long as she can, her lungs itching, then pushes it out slow. "You didn't have to do that," she says quietly.

"I know," you hum, squeezing her. "How was your day?"

Baran sighs into you. She feels you brush a soft kiss to her skin, then feels you reach around to free the clip from her hair. Feels you ease the teeth out, gently smooth over the crown of her head, loosening the ache that had been pounding up at her temples. At her prolonged silence, you give her another kiss and cinch your arms around her tighter.

"Long, huh?"

"Mm." She mumbles.

It's all she can manage. She hates it sometimes, how forcing the words through feels monumental. You're never upset when she comes home like this, her mouth suddenly too heavy, her jaw feeling like it's glued shut.

Baran digs her face deeper into you. All at once, she's overwhelmed—with you, with the way you love her, lift her up like it's so easy. She'd grappled with her independence for so long. It's been an uphill battle, her whole life—yes, she's capable, yes, she can be responsible. But it's different, having someone else take over the reigns—not because you think she can't. Never because of that.

Her eyes burn. "I love you," she says hoarsely.

You hum, kiss her again. "I love you. Dinner?"

She mumbles an affirmative.

[emilys-bangs]

may I please order a spiced chai for baran with the prompt

‘a basket of laundry in the doorway’

congrats on 2k!!

Thank you, and ty for participating!! I hope you like it <3

[default-cube]

who up wasting their only shot at life through complete and utter inaction

[lastgirlonearth9275]

im so fucking paranoid like bitch just calm down

[hqtchniss]

man i wanna fuck emily prentiss so bad