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girls will cry and girls will lie

[pinkponyglitter]

Hi people .ᐟ .ᐟ

i’m c! i’m 20 and i’m a writer :) i loooove criminal minds, greys anatomy, friends, gilmore girls and more…

i’m a lesbian. veeeery gay. extremely gay even. i write wlw one shots. so if you want to request a one shot with a male character, this blog probably isn’t for you. i write for fun, i’m definitely not the best writer.

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[pinkponyglitter]

Sometimes I think about Emily and how she’d probably be SO confused if she experienced real, gentle and tender love for the first time.

[pinkponyglitter]

hii!! i love your writing and i was wondering if you could do emily prentiss x female reader where emily meets r’s family for the first time and r has like a bunch of baby nieces and nephews and they immediately love emily and she lets them like play with her hair and do her makeup and reader falls even more in love with her and starts like imaging their future together with their own kids

omg, this is suuuch a cute idea, i’ll write it for sure!!

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

How JJ looks at Will:

How JJ looks at Emily:

Just saying…

If you listen carefully you can hear Jemily Nation clawing at their enclosure.

[pinkponyglitter]

people are genuinely pissing me off so much sometimes. “you can’t compare it, because bla bla bla!!!1!!1”

first of all, it’s a SHOW for god’s sake, it’s fictional. you don’t have to be so pressed about this. second of all, jj and will happened ONLY, because aj was pregnant. she said that, so why are y’all so mad when people express their opinions. they don’t have to like them together, just like you can like them together.

and yes, i don’t think that will is necessarily a bad husband. i have a couple of things he did that i didn’t like though. (i will not talk about that right now, for everyone’s sake)

don’t get me wrong, if you ship jj and will; good for you. i don’t really care, but in my opinion they wouldn’t be together if it wasn’t for henry. if jj wasn’t pregnant, i don’t think their relationship would ever start. period.

y’all stay safe tho xx

[pinkponyglitter]

Keeping the lights on

one shot | Criminal Minds | masterlist

pairing; Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

tags; established relationship, lesbian emily prentiss x lesbian reader, use of pet names, fluff, comfort

tw; mentions of guns, blood, and death. mention of panic attacks

summary; the goldstar case is taking a toll on the whole team. sleeping was already hard enough for you, so now when the nightmares start to kick in, life gets even worse.

words count; 1,5k

notes; originally this was purely inspired by rossi’s dream, but then i found this absolutely cute bot on c.ai, and i decided that i need to put this in a one shot. this is not read proof (i will do it, eventually)

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The Goldstar case was horrible. Truly. It was taking a toll on the whole team, but especially on you and Emily. For her it’s the memories, buried deep down. For you it’s the nightmares. Constant nightmares, it seemed to happen every single night. You can’t even remember the last time you slept peacefully.

You want to start taking sleeping pills, but this probably isn’t the best idea. It always makes you groggy, and it actually does not help at all. You’re still tired, probably more tired than you would be on no sleep. Ironic. Right? After some restless nights, you move to the guest room. That’s definitely better for the two of you. Not sleeping is one thing, keeping Emily up is another. You certainly don’t want that.

Except it’s not better, at least not for you. It’s like an endless cycle. You wake up covered in sweat and tears, with your heart racing in your chest. The panic attack kicks in, it takes at least an hour for you to calm down. You try to go back to sleep — usually ending up lying in bed staring blankly at the ceiling.

If hell is real, this is an accurate representation of it.

This night is different. The scream that leaves your mouth is heart-wrenching, soul-crushing, agonizing even. It’s almost embarrassing how loud you are. Cold sweat covers your forehead and your chest tightens with every shallow breath you take, or try to take. In this state of panic you can’t even separate reality from your imagination. You’re drowning.

Emily storms into the room. At least you think it’s her, everything is too blurry and too distant for you to be sure. The bed shifts under her weight, and the sheets are rustling as she tries to find the best position, to pull you into her arms.

“Hey, sweet girl,” she coos, gently rubbing your back. “I’m here, can you try to focus and take some deep breaths for me?” You nod in response, not really sure if you can fulfill her request. “Good, just try to match my breathing. Focus on me, only me.”

It’s not as easy as you’d like. Sure, your panic attacks were always bad, but this one was more suffocating than anything you'd ever experienced. Emily takes one of your hands, and places it on her chest. You can feel her steady heartbeat underneath your palm, and even though it doesn’t do much, it helps a little to ground you.

“That’s it, angel,” her tone is firm, steady, but incredibly sweet and gentle. The fact that she stays calm helps a lot, making everything a little more clear. It pulls you out of your head slowly. “You’re doing such a great job. Taking deep breaths for me, focusing on my voice. Such a good job,” Emily keeps holding eye contact with you — at least she tries, you’re not making it easy for her.

After a long while, when your chest finally feels lighter and not like it’s about to burst, you let out a long breath and close your eyes. Emily still holds you tight in her firm embrace, pressing kisses to your temples, cheeks and neck, and whispering affirmations into your ear.

“I’m so so sorry I woke you,” your voice is weak, but loud enough for her to hear you clearly. “The whole point of me sleeping here was not to keep you up. I feel so bad," you admit quietly, wrapping your arms around her.

You know she doesn’t mind, she even tried to convince you to stay in your shared bedroom. Many times in fact, but you were stubbornly against that idea.

“Don’t ever apologize for that,” she cups your cheek. “You hear me? Never apologize for needing help. It doesn’t matter that you woke me, I’m okay,” she says firmly, and you once again nod in response. She gives you one of those beautiful, reassuring smiles. The smile you fell in love with. “Do you want to talk about the nightmare?”

You take another breath and think about her offer. On one hand you probably should talk about it, on the other this nightmare was different. It spooked you, because it was about losing Emily — the only person you truly trust with your whole life.

“It was about you, partially. It wasn’t pretty though, and I don’t know if you want to hear about this,” it’s an excuse, it won’t be a problem, not for her. You just don’t want to admit how much the idea of losing her scares you.

Her eyes soften, as she nods slightly. She knows, even before you’re able to voice your thoughts. “It’s okay, angel. Talking about it will help you process it.”

Shit. This is really going to suck.

You bite your lip trying to figure out how to start. Should you tell her everything? Or should you leave some details out? So many questions, so little answers. Rubbing your face with your hands, you curse your brain for even coming up with this dream.

“We were at the prison. Me and Tara. We were supposed to talk with Voit, and his cell was just opened and empty,” you start and immediately cringe at yourself. “We started clearing the place, and I heard someone singing, so I followed this voice. It was familiar, at first I couldn’t place it. So, I walked further down the hall and after a moment, I realized it was you,” you continue, shifting slightly. Emily pulls you into her lap.

“You were crying and singing and… I don’t know, it all felt so real. Then Voit came around the corner, holding you at gunpoint. You were just standing there completely terrified, and before I could do something he shot you,” you swallow thickly. “And you were just lying there,” you take a moment to breathe and swallow the bitter taste on your tongue. “It felt so real. I’m sorry I woke you up. I really am.”

Emily’s eyes soften even more, you rarely see her like that. Not soft by any means, she shows that every chance she gets. But she looks kind of defeated, maybe a little dumbfounded. Baffled? She’s silent for a moment, clearly trying to make sense of what you just said to her.

Say something.

“Oh, my love,” she starts, caressing your cheek with her thumb. “I’m so sorry.”

She doesn’t know what else she could say. It sucks. For both of you, you already saw her dying once, you didn’t need to experience that again. Guilt washes over the brunette, she knows that your brain mixes your issues with the trauma and everything that’s going on right now. She hates it.

The silence is loud. You both know what it means, and you decide not to say anything about this. It’s better that way. If you do start this topic, you’ll end up in a fight. Emily isn’t a person who values her own life, and is ready to sacrifice herself.

“I never want to see you like that. Never,” you mumble and rest your head against her shoulder. “I don’t know how you’re going to do that, because you have a talent for putting yourself in danger, but you need to. I won’t go through something like that again.”

She wants you to hit with some snarky response, but decides to bite her tongue. “You won’t, and if you do I’ll be right there to reassure you that it’s not real,” she pecks at your lips. “I will never willingly leave you, I promise you that.”

Willingly. Exactly, that’s the key word.

“I know,” you murmur softly and press a kiss to her nose. There is no point in continuing this conversation, I know what she means by that. “Just please, Em. At least try to be cautious, if not for yourself, do it for me,” you tuck a strand of her grey hair behind her ear.

“Okay,” she agrees, the guilt still lingering over her face. “Do you think you’ll be able to fall back asleep?”

No. Yes. Maybe?

“If you stay here with me,” you reply, not really sure if that’s true. You just hope that her being by your side will make falling asleep easier.

“Of course I’ll stay, sweet girl,” she murmurs, kissing your temple. She pulls you to lay on top of her and pulls the covers over the both of you. She runs her long fingers through your hair. “I love you. I’ll be more careful, I promise.”

You really hope it’s not an empty promise. After all she is a woman of her word. You snuggle closer, your cheek pressed to her chest. “I love you too,” a small contented hum leaves your mouth.

It is easier — sleeping with her always makes a difference. Her steady breathing, small hums she makes in her sleep, quiet snores that she would never admit to making. It all gives you the feeling of security and comfort. That’s something your brain could never overpower. Love.

[pinkponyglitter]

Dating Emily Prentiss Headcanons ᝰ.ᐟ

notes; this is silly, but i was reeeally bored and didn’t feel good enough to write anything else. also tumblr is acting up, and it pisses me off. btw, i did it for fun, so please don’t be pressed about it.

some of those are nsfw. you are responsible for your own media consumption. minors do not interact !!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ she loooves to use pet names, especially the ones like; my love, gorgeous, angel, sweet/pretty girl. she doesn’t really like to be called anything other than emily or em. pet names are a must, but not when it comes to her. they’re reserved for you.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ she absolutely adores you. she is your biggest supporter in literally everything, and she is showing you off every chance she gets.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ she doesn’t like to talk about her emotions, and she’s also not really good at it. she’s trying really hard for you, and she’s doing much better than before. she still has some days, when she just stuck in her head — but if there’s someone who can help her, it’s you.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ physical touch is her love language. she absolutely devours intimacy. showering together, you sleeping on top of her chest. small stolen kisses when you’re at the office, sliding her hands into your jean’s pockets. brief touches. anything that keeps her close to you.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ gifts, good restaurants and date nights. she always make sure to have at least two date nights in a month. she has money and she loves to spoil you.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ you always ask her if she has games on her phone, and that makes her absolutely feral — you know she doesn’t, but her reaction is always so funny and ridiculously exaggerated that you can’t stop yourself.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ “are you sure?” she always asks. even if she knows that your answer is “yes”. she needs to hear it every single time.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ cooking together — she’s obsessed with it, even if she’s not the best at cooking it’s fun to experiment with you. she often ends up calling rossi for help, and you always laugh at her trying to explain what went wrong.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ sometimes you just read together. you take one of your books, she takes of of hers and snuggling up with each other you have quiet time. you often break the silence to comment on something, and she’s more than happy to discuss it with you.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ salsa classes! you didn’t want to, but she dragged you there, and at first you were super grumpy about that. everything changed when you saw her actually invested — you decided that you can make a foul of yourself from time to time, to see her smile. it’s worth it.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ she’s absolutely the worst at texting people back. you always remind her to keep you updated, especially when she’s away. she forgets a lot, or just sends you thumb emoji in response.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ showing weakness is the end of the world for her. she doesn’t understand why someone like you, would put up with someone as broken as her. so when she needs help, she hesitate to ask. after a while you start to catch up pretty quickly — she doesn’t need to ask anymore, you just know. it’s much easier for her to just receive.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ she’s insecure about her scars. when you started dating, she delayed sleeping with you for as long as she could. sometimes you catch her touching her scars, just tracing on top of them with her finger. you always remind her that it doesn’t define her.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ she was the one to say ‘i love you’ first. it caught you off guard, as she said that while you were crying — you were having a bad day, and she didn’t hesitate to fix it. she was whispering small affirmations into your ear, holding you close and the words just slipped out of her mouth.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ she always compliments the smallest things. things that people don’t usually notice, or they just don’t care enough to compliment them. sometimes it’s the lipstick you use, sometimes it’s your hair, new perfume, new jewelry. something. anything. it’s like she can’t stop herself, so she finds the smallest things.

nsfw;

⊹ ࣪ ˖ slow mornings on days off equals morning sex. slow, tender, sweet — something different than you both are into normally, but both of you absolutely love it. in most cases you end in the shower afterwards, and that usually ends with another round.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ she’s a dom. she doesn’t give up the power easily, so when she does you always make sure to give her everything you have in you.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ she is absolutely obsessed with you calling her mommy. at first it kind of started as a joke, but then you decided to use the mommy card when you were really desperate, and surprisingly it worked — you never went back.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ hickeys are a routine, you almost always have at least one somewhere on your body. although, it’s never in a place that people can see, she does it for you and herself. only.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ office sex happens more often than you intend. you both know that you probably shouldn’t. hell, you shouldn’t. period. somehow you end up fucking in her office a lot. she loves to throw you on her desk, and fuck the attitude you give her at work out of you.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ you wearing her clothes is a huge turn on for her. if she could, she would climb the walls every single time you wore something of hers.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ getting you off is more than enough. she enjoys your body, the small gasps and moans. every sound you make is music to her ears. they way you shiver and squirm under her touch. it’s the best reward.

[pinkponyglitter]

okay, sooo… i’ve been thinking and i need to ask. what do we think about grey-haired emily, calling her girlfriend “angel”? is that too sappy or can you imagine her doing that? i feel like i’m going crazy, because i’m a sucker for silly little pet names. please, i need somebody else’s opinion !!!

[darkshrimpemotions]

Elle Greenaway deserved better.

She deserved coworkers who didn't leave her alone when the whole team was under threat.

She deserved coworkers who didn't stand by silently while she got more and more triggered during a case that mirrored her own near-death experience.

Elle Greenaway at the very least deserved a boss who knew better than to put her in the field undercover when she was hypervigilant and disregulated to the point of zoning out and visibly twitching at every loud noise.

Her choices were her own, but damn if she wasn't led into the woods and left there at that devil's crossroads.

[pinkponyglitter]

i would LOVE to see elle meeting emily. i feel like emily wouldn’t let her down, and god, in my head that is just so perfect. y’all don’t understand.

[jareauism-deactivated20241104]

in my opinion criminal minds is just a lesbian show with women fighting crime. men are there too and they also fight crime but they're mostly there to emotionally support their coworkers

[flaminghotjareau]

criminal minds or, as i like to call it, the fbi l word

[pinkponyglitter]

THE FBI L WORD LMFAO I LOVE THAT, FROM NOW ON I’M REFERRING TO CRIMINAL MINDS LIKE THIS AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME

[pinkponyglitter]

somebody said to reverse it and i couldn’t stop myself…

[eliscannotdance]

my sexuality is emily prentiss getting into a car crash, watching a cop get murdered next to her, getting punched in the face, and still pushing the broken windscreen out and crawling through it, firing rounds at the escaping car, and memorising the license number.

[moth-amphetamine]

things to do on your period! - commit murder - kill people - general violence - take up villainy as a job - catch up on journaling - spill blood. (not yours)

[pinkponyglitter]

she knows i love her 🤭 she’s such a cutie

[sara-vegass]

god I love being a lil fuckin weirdo in the comfort of my own house

[pinkponyglitter]

this outfit literally says; hello, i’m gay. i mean emily, i’m emily.

LIKE PLS YOU’RE NOT FOOLING ANYONE BABE. I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.

[ivylouvre]

the fact that technically canon Lesbian Emily Prentiss could still happen is making me a bit insane

i mean, if they can give her a sister out of nowhere, they can give her a storyline where she figures out she's a lesbian

[pinkponyglitter]

i’m literally going feral. she’s so lesbian coded, like she’s never escaping the gay allegations i fear. they should just confirm something that everyone already knows…

[jareauism-deactivated20241104]