Hi!! I have a one shot request (I hope I’m in the right place lmao)
What about a autistic (fem)reader who is super smart and seems to notice things about the case that the others haven’t and every time she tries to state her thoughts a rude sherif cuts her off/infantilising her and Emily defends her
Honestly my brain stopped at the thought of Emily, I need more of her 😔🫶
-anon ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ
fem!plus size reader, wc: 517.
cw! asshole elders :/
a/n: i have had this finished but sitting in my drafts because i was too lazy to post it, but here it is! i hope that i was able to capture what you were looking for right! :] this can either be read as platonic or romantic!
You have been spoken over and shut down for the past hour, twenty minutes, and thirty seconds.
You hated being silenced, but one thing that trumps that was being infantilized. You worked hard to get where you were now, and you hated being treated like a child just because your way of thinking was different from your peers.
You have saved thousands of people and you’ll be damned if you continue to be treated like this.
“If you look closely, you can see that the area that these women were killed in must hold some kind of sentimental meaning to our unsub.” You grab the black marker and go to draw the inevitable triangle on the printed out map before you’re stopped by the sheriff.
“I’m sure the area these women were killed in was just pure coincidence, so we don’t wanna risk coloring in the paper just ‘cause you think you know somethin’.” He spoke as if he knew more than you did like he was the one with the degree, his tone absolutely rolling in condescension.
“Hold it now, sweetheart. Don’t just go markin’ up stuff.”
“I beg your pardon?” You ask with furrowed eyebrows.
“I’m sorry but –” You try to say but the old fart cuts you off. “I’m sure you are –”
“Excuse me, sheriff, but I’m afraid Special Agent _______ made a great point.” Emily was quick to come to your aide, emphasizing the words ‘Special Agent’ just to reinforce her point.
You could see it in her narrowed eyes, and everyone else’s really, that she was about done with the Sheriff’s embarrassingly large ego. You send her an appreciative – albeit shy – smile, and she gets up, her eyes trained on the map as well.
“She’s right, because if you look here,” She points to the first crime scene and motions for you to draw a mark. “And here,” Her finger trails down to the second location and you follow close behind. “And here.” Her path finally ends, and so does your black ink.
There it was, just like you had first thought, a perfect triangle connecting them all.
“The most important thing should be right –” You finish her words and color in a big circle in the middle. “Here.” Emily sends you a proud look and it threatens to weaken your knees.
“I mean… I suppose that makes sense.” The man grumbled before leaving with his tail between his legs.
“Thank you.” You say quietly. The conversation was meant to be kept between the two of you. Of course you loved and trusted everyone on your team, but Emily was your comfort person, and she made time to understand you.
“No problem,” She responds back. “Everyone was done with his shit anyway.”
“Still, thank you.” You pressed the conversation, because you don’t really think she realized the gravity of the situation, of your appreciation.
For most of your life you had never been given a voice, and having someone stick up for you and even paving the way for you to make your point known was something that no gratitude could give.
we were robbed of gay emily prentiss in so many ways but one that hunts me the most is how we missed out on morgan and her bickering over girls
i mean CAN YOU IMAGINE IT?
them going out to bars and betting on who can get more numbers?
showing up to the BAU one morning mocking each other's moves?
one of them trying oh so hard to get a girl only for the other one to pick her up effortlessly and walk out with a shit-eating grin?
both of them on battle for the same girl only to find out she's already on a relationship and was only having fun at their expense? their faces when the girl walks off with someone else entirely and they're both rejected?
SO MANY POSSIBILITIES!!!
ffs they're already so insufferable siblings coded, this could've been so much fun!! I will never get over what we never had
I hate how masturbation is seen as 'taboo' sometimes. Especially mutual masturbation (which is a hella accessible way to be intimate for some disabled folks)
People will read my explicit wlw smut fanfic and leave comments like:
'This was.... Hot'
'I'm imagining this (respectfully)'
'🥵🥵🥵'
Y'ALL. YOU CAN LITERALLY JUST TELL ME THAT MY SMUT MADE YOU HORNY
It would make my entire week to get comments like: 'I masturbate to this fic'
GOOD FOR YOU, BABY!!!! I'M GLAD I COULD HELP!!
If y'all are reading my smut, I hope it makes you feel horny and sexy. You deserve to feel horny and sexy. Fuck what society thinks.
Reading, writing and exploring sexuality is 100% normal. Be kinky little beans.
HIIIIII!!!!! I legit love your writing, I was wondering if we could maybe get Emily Prentiss comforting a nb!reader during a panic attack?? Bonus for a Sergio appearance and Em speaking Spanish :)
gn!plus size reader, wc: 407.
cw! panic attacks :(
You didn’t know how or why it happened, but suddenly, the walls were closing in on you, your lungs restricting as you felt as though you couldn’t breathe.
You couldn’t see clearly, as though your vision was becoming like stained glass. You gasped for air as you sat on the floor, the only thing managing to keep you afloat was the sharp cry of a ‘meow!’ before her head butted against your legs. Her cries rang louder until it drew the attention of your girlfriend, who was in the kitchen.
“Sergio? What’s wrong?” She asked as her voice got closer to the bedroom door. When it creaked open, she was quick to fall to your side, cupping your face to turn it towards her. “Mi Amor, are you okay?” She cooed worriedly. “I can’t… I can’t breathe, I don’t know.” You couldn’t put how you were feeling into words, just clutching your chest as if you were going to have a heart attack at any moment.
“I need you to listen to me, okay?” All you could do was nod. “Take a deep breath in with me.” She placed one of your hands on her chest so you could feel her lungs expand, coaching you to do the same. Despite its difficulty, you tried your best, feeling the tightness in your throat disperse at the feeling of the cool air in you body.
“Good job, you’re doing great.” She spoke softly. Her voice helped to ground you as you followed the consistent rise and fall. “Do you think you could stand up for me?” She asked after some time of the both of you sitting on the floor. Even though internally you felt like shit, your stomach twisting sickeningly, guilty creeping up on you as if you had done something wrong, but the fall of your hyperventilating was subtly and slowly catching up to you.
“Yeah.” She helped you up before pulling you into her arms, the woman cradling you gently against her like you were the most fragile thing on this planet.
“Do you want to lay down? Or are you hungry?”
“I think I just want to lay down.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do.” She concluded.
She helped you onto the bed, tucking you in before climbing in with you. You cuddled into her arms, allowing the warmth of her, the softness to surround you and your senses, to coax you to hold onto reality.
having a girlfriend with totally normal amounts of love for a show/character and who has not read fanfiction in her life always feels like a fever dream to me