#unit chief!emily

[mydearzero]

𝐑𝐄𝐃 | 𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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Summary: What once was an innocent crush on a coworker quickly turned into a full blown infatuation with your boss. She could reprimand you all she wanted, but did she have to wear red while doing so?

Contents: NO Y/N, fem!Reader, BAU!reader, unit chief!Emily, SMUT, coworkers, very slight dom/sub undertones, office sex, oral sex, grinding, fingering, power imbalance (boss), canon compliant violence, If I missed any warnings please tell me!

2.8K words

it's here folks, enjoy. let's just ignore that everything about emily screams woman lover to build tension okay. this was the quickest 2.8K I've written in a long time so uh yeah do with that info what you will (I'm horny for Emily) - nik

You hadn't had the opportunity to work with Emily Prentiss before she left the team to work for Interpol. You'd only just missed each other, you joining mere weeks after she'd left. 

Her reputation preceded her. The team was overly fond of her, even after having faked her own death. You'd seen a picture here or there, but nothing could live up to the Emily Prentiss who met you in New York for the Copycat Killer case. 

She'd been in a relationship with some guy Mark, so you'd really tried to look the other way. But when Hotch went on temporary leave during the whole Scratch situation, she volunteered to rejoin. The day she stepped foot in the bullpen, you knew you were in trouble. 

You could ignore the heat rushing to your face and your hands getting clammy. You could ignore the knowing glances JJ gave you. You could even ignore the digs Luke sent your way once he'd figured out something was going on. What you couldn't ignore, however, was the story Emily was telling while having had one too many drinks. 

"-and my girlfriend at the time freaked out. I tried to tell her it was a fake, but she was already halfway to crying in my arms." 

The words repeated over and over again in your head. 

Girlfriend. 

Her. 

She. 

You could handle an unattainable crush. Hell. Who hadn't had a crush on a straight girl at least once in their life? But knowing Emily played for both teams changed things. It made your irrational feelings rational. You completely lost the ability to look her in the eyes after that. 

You tried to not let your feelings get in the way of your job. The work the BAU did was too important to let that happen. 

It didn't last long. 

An adrenaline rush got the better of you while attempting to talk down an UnSub. But what were you supposed to do? He'd held a gun to Emily's head. One wrong move and it would've been over. You couldn't take that chance. 

Your ears were ringing as tunnel vision took over. The grimy scenery of the warehouse faded into the background. The dripping of the leaking pipes was deafened by your heartbeat. The UnSub's words were drowned out by Emily's haggard breathing. She was scared. 

You did what you had to. You took the shot. The man had dropped to the floor, but not before firing a storm of bullets in your direction, only missing by a few inches. 

While you'd been lucky nobody had been hurt, the same couldn't be said about the team's reactions to your actions. The flight back to Quantico had been short but tense. You wouldn't be hearing the end of this for quite some time to come. 

Though you knew the team would be on edge around you for some time, you hadn't expected what would happen on the very next case. 

"You're off the case." Emily's words were blunt. 

"What? Why?" You questioned. You'd expected to have to take a psych evaluation. Maybe even redo your gun qualifications. But to be put on the bench? Especially on a local case? 

"We've profiled this UnSub as highly unpredictable. I can't have you take uncalculated risks in the field. I appreciate all the work you've done so far, but this is where I need you to step back." Emily looked apologetic. 

"The last case was different! I can stay back here with Penelope. Just let me help, Emily, please," you pleaded. Damn your inability to be mad at her. You couldn't, not when she wore that damn red top that complimented her complexion (and boobs) so well. 

"I'm sorry. We'll talk when we get back." 

Penelope wouldn't let you into her office, so you resorted to catching up on paperwork at your desk. You could've left and taken this as a sign to get some free time. Yet you stayed right there, waiting. 

When Penelope finally left her office with her stuff, ready to go home, you knew the case was over. She asked you to late dinner, but you declined, waiting for the rest of the team to arrive. She waved a short goodbye before stepping into the elevator, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more. 

It wasn't long before the elevator moved again, doors opening to reveal Emily Prentiss. Just Emily Prentiss. You frowned as she walked into the bullpen, nodding at her office, signalling you to follow her. 

"Where's the rest?" You wondered, walking through the door and taking a seat across from the desk. Emily shut the door and turned to close the shutters. 

"I sent them home. We'll debrief in the morning," was all she said. 

She gestured to the chair across from hers. You sat, unsure of what to expect next. 

"I think we need to talk about what happened in New York," Emily left it an open statement. She obviously expected you to do the talking. 

"I'm aware my actions didn't look thought through. And maybe they weren't. But I was worried about what he would do to you," you were honest about what had gone down. 

"Worried or not, there are protocols we need to follow. You put everybody in that room in danger by making that choice. How is that any better than having me potentially get shot?" 

You really tried to focus. It was a serious and consequential discussion. But it was at that moment you realized you'd never actually been alone with Emily. You rubbed your hands on your thighs, trying to rid them of their clammyness and the tension that built in your body. 

"I don't know," was your final reply. A weak one, at that. Emily searched your face for answers. She noted the sheen covering your skin and dilated pupils. You felt scrutinized under her gaze. She squinted, slowly leaning back and crossing her arms. 

You hadn't meant to look, but the action brought the red top back to your attention. Your eyes dropped to Emily's cleavage, if only for a second. Your mouth went dry as they quickly snapped back up to meet her now amused ones. A coy smile crept onto her face. Emily took a deep breath before speaking again. This time, you knew better, only looking in your peripheral at how her chest raised and fell. 

"You know, earlier, you mentioned the last case was different. How come?" Emily inquired. She'd caught that, huh? You felt trapped as you figured she'd deduced the real reason for your careless actions.  

You didn't speak as Emily rose from her chair, taking slow strides around the desk. She placed a hand on your shoulder, standing behind you and leaning over the other. Goosebumps raised on your arms as you felt her warm breath against your collar. 

"I think I know," she whispered in your ear. You unconsciously craned your neck, allowing her more access. Your heart beat rapidly. The hand on your shoulder slowly trailed down your arm, rubbing up and down. 

"Would you have taken the shot if it had been JJ? Or Spencer? Or maybe you would've taken it if it were Garcia. You're such great friends, after all," Emily's tone was taunting. The rising temperature of the room was quickly becoming unbearable. 

Her free hand reached for your chin, turning your head to face her. She cupped your cheek gently, admiring the sight of your desperation. She'd barely even touched you. Barely implied anything. 

"Is this what your strange behaviour lately has been about?" Emily asked. You bit your lip, not saying a word. She clicked her tongue, getting annoyed at your lack of response.  

"Is this not what you want?" She walked around the chair, standing in front of you. You couldn't give in. You wouldn't be able to stop. Not if she gave you a taste. Your hands remained firmly planted by your side as Emily did the unthinkable. She put her hands on your shoulders and draped her legs over yours, straddling you. Your eyes closed at the sensation of having her so close. 

The weight of her ass on your thighs was delectable. Her hands trailed down your arms, stopping when they rested on yours. She leaned forward, and you had to suppress a groan at the feeling of her chest pushing against yours. She took your hands and brought them around herself, planting them firmly on her bottom. Your entire body was on fire. 

"Look at me," Emily's voice was sultry. You opened your eyes tentatively, immediately dropping them to her lips, which were now dangerously close to yours. She didn't hesitate, kissing you roughly. Her hands came up to cup your face. You finally gave in, properly holding her on your lap as she fervidly kissed you. 

You moved your mouth away from hers, kissing down her jaw and sucking harshly at the skin of her neck. A timid moan came from her lips. You'd never heard a more beautiful sound. Her fingers started unbuttoning your blouse as you continued your attack, creating blemishes that contrasted with her pale skin. Once she got the blouse off, Emily's hands fondled your breasts roughly. 

"Shit, Em..." You sighed. You leaned back against the chair, admiring Emily in all her glory. 

"You look so fucking good in red, you don't even know," you groaned, tugging at the bottom of her shirt. 

"I do know," Emily raised her arms, allowing you to pull the shirt over her head. "That's why I wear it." 

"You drive me crazy, Prentiss," you finally admitted. 

"I think I know the feeling," Emily moaned, taking your hand and crudely stuffing it down her pants. Luckily the waistband was elastic, allowing you to feel the dampness of her underwear as you manoeuvred your wrist to cup her pussy. 

"Fuck... You don't know how many times I've imagined feeling your pussy," you confessed. "I've dreamt of the things I'd do to you." 

Emily groaned as you pushed her panties to the side, feeling the wetness against your fingers. The positioning of your hand might've been awkward, but you didn't care. Emily opted to go for another kiss as you started rubbing her clit. 

The soft noises she made while her tongue was in your mouth were otherworldly. Her hips ground against your hand, desperate for more friction. 

Emily hooked her fingers into the cups of your bra, not bothering to unclasp it, simply tugging them down to free your tits. She left a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest before taking a nipple between her teeth. 

"Fuck- Emily," you whine. She brought her hand up to your other breast, pinching and biting your nipples in tandem. You retaliated by finally circling your fingers over her entrance, pushing two inside. 

"Oh! Ah- Fuck," Emily exclaimed, throwing her head back. You curled your fingers in the way you did to yourself while thinking of her late at night. Emily reached behind her, placing her hands on the edge of the desk, creating more space for you to do what you had to. 

Emily was becoming less coherent with every pump of your fingers. Your thumb hit her clit harshly with every thrust inside her pussy. Just seeing her come undone like this, on your lap, by your hand, was enough for you to drench your own underwear.

You brought your unoccupied hand to her naked waist, admiring her figure. You couldn't believe you got to see her like this after all this time you spent pining. Her eyes were closed as her chest heaved with heavy breaths. 

"Fuck, don't stop," Emily moaned. Her jaw was slack. Her knuckles turned white as her grip on the desk tightened. You felt her walls constrict around your fingers. You curled them in a come hither motion as you circled her clit with your thumb. 

Emily's arms shook as her moans turned into high-pitched whines, signalling she was getting close. 

"Shit! Oh my god," She exclaimed, followed by a loud moan of your name. It was like music to your ears. 

She rode out her high as she gushed around your fingers. Your free hand drew soothing patterns on her hip, working her through her climax. 

You carefully withdrew your hand from her panties, bringing your fingers to your mouth and sucking them clean. Emily let herself fall back forward, no longer having the strength to hold up her upper body with her arms. 

She took your fingers from your mouth, wrapping her lips around them and sucking seductively. She released them and pushed herself off your lap, tugging you up from your seat. She switched your positions, pushing you against the desk before getting on her knees. 

Emily reached for the button on your pants, undoing it and tugging it down. She tapped your ankle, signalling you to step out of them and spread your legs. It was a bit awkward with your shoes still on, but you made it work. Her fingers left a trail of goosebumps in their wind as she traced them up your leg to your inner thigh. 

She followed the path she'd just drawn with her mouth, hooking her teeth in the waistband of your underwear, laughing as she tugged them down. You smiled at her antics. 

Her mouth returned between your legs, licking a hesitant stripe between your folds. The kitten licks to your clit drove you crazy. 

"Fuck, please, Em," you begged, bringing your hands to her hair. You couldn't feel more lewd, tits out in your boss's office, said boss between your legs eating you out. The scandal of it all only turned you on even more. 

"Can't believe you put your whole job on the line-," Emily scoffed between licks. "-just because you wanted some pussy." 

"Not just some pussy," you moaned as she sucked on your clit. "Yours." 

"Such a horny little thing for your unit chief," Emily mumbled. The vibrations of her words added to your pleasure. 

Your grip on her dark locks tightened as she fucked your entrance with her tongue expertly. You had to put all your weight against the desk to stop your knees from buckling.

"F-fuck, Em. Oh my god," you groaned as she added her fingers to the mix. 

You dared to look down, only to be met with the finest sight the world had to offer. Emily gazed up at you through her lashes, dark eyes blown wide and amused. You could see her free hand was between her legs, stroking herself at the same rhythm she had with her mouth on your cunt. 

God, did you wish you had Reid's memory right about now. 

You didn't know how much longer you could last. Having had the pleasure of feeling her around your fingers, witnessing her expression as she came. It was enough to have you teetering on the edge. 

"Ah, fuck. I'm close," you whimpered. Emily moaned loudly, her pace increasing. Your hips bucked against her mouth, chasing the pleasure. Her hands came up to your sides, holding you in place. 

You had to withhold from forcefully pushing her head closer, desperate for more pressure, more friction, more more more. 

You balled your fists, throwing your head back. The knot in your abdomen tightened, threatening to snap any second. 

"Oh- shit, please." 

"Come for me." It was like she'd pressed a magic button, your climax immediately upon you as she spoke the words. 

"Emily!" You came with a loud cry, grinding your hips against her mouth. It was mindblowing. You'd never come that hard. Emily helped you ride out your high, careful to not overstimulate you. 

She rose from her position on the floor, hands never leaving your body as she got back on eye level. You searched her face for regret as both of you stood there, taking in the situation and catching your breath. 

She leaned in, placing a tender kiss on your lips. You smiled, kissing her back passionately. She helped you redress your upper body, all while never breaking the kiss. 

You separated to pick up your respective discarded pieces of clothing. The atmosphere was light. There was no unresolved tension as you had expected. A mutual understanding had been created. 

Emily grabbed her stuff and walked with you down to the bullpen. "Dinner tomorrow, my place," she ordered.

"Yes, ma'am," you agreed, putting your things in your bag. 

"For now, go get your go bag out of your car," she instructed, locking the door to her office. 

"Why?" You asked as you walked with her to the elevator. 

"Because you can return the favour and have an early appetizer in my bed tonight." 

[magewritesstories]

[ SPENCER REID ] IT'S BASIC MATH, REALLY

cw. my continuation of unit chief!spencer reid x gen z!agent, in this installation you try to explain girl math to him [fluff.] wc. 601 (it's a small blurb)

SPENCER REID KNOWS MATH; HE HAS A PHD IN IT TO PROVE SO. But somehow you've managed to stump him (which happens more often than the genius would like to admit) with the concept of what you call 'girl math.'

It started when you walked into the small crowded bar near the Quantico building where the team had decided to meet up after a particularly satisfying arrest.

You strutted into the room in a pair of gorgeous, expensive-looking shoes, and of course, Penelope had to comment on it.

"Oh my God, Y/N," the blonde practically squealed as she pulled you into a hug, "You look even more gorgeous than usual—I love, love, love those shoes!"

You let out a soft laugh as you joined the rest of the team at the table with a quick greeting. "Thanks, Pen, they were actually pretty cheap," you reply, "I got 'em at Bloomingdales."

"Really?" JJ asked, joining in on the conversation, "Were they having a sale?"

"Nope, but they were only $156," you answer.

Spencer raised his brows in surprise, "You think $156 is a cheap price for one pair of shoes?"

"Mhm," you hum as you take a drink that Luke hands you, "It's girl math."

"Come again?"

"Girl math," you clarify, standing closer to him so that he can hear you over the loud music.

Spencer leans towards you instinctively, genuinely curious about whatever 'girl math' was.

"So, basically, these shoes cost $156, right?" you say as he nods along, "But they're comfortable and cute, plus they go with like four different outfits, which means I'll be wearing them a lot. In the coming month, I'll probably wear them, like, 10 maybe 15 times. Which means that they actually only cost me around 10 to 15 dollars—you know, if you divide 156 by the amount of times I wear them."

"But you don't pay for the shoes in installments," Spencer replied in confusion, "And your shoes aren't a car, the amount you walk in them doesn't depreciate their value like mileage would a car."

You shrug as you take another swig of your drink. "But this way, I make myself feel better about spending $156 on shoes," you reply with a grin.

"So it's a form of consolation?" he replied with a small grin playing on his lips.

You roll your eyes as you give him a soft shove, "Shut up, Dr. Reid."

Spencer lets out a laugh at your playful eye roll.

"Well, either way, you do look nice in them," he said.

"You sayin' I don't usually look nice?" you teased, leaning even closer to him.

The close proximity suddenly made him realize the rest of the team had magically vanished from the table.

(Luke and Penelope had managed to drag JJ and Emily to the dance floor, while Matt, Tara, and Rossi were making conversation with the bartender.)

"Silence, really, doc?" you continued, feigning a hurt expression, "I'm hurt."

"I—I—What, no!" Spencer quickly replied, turning back to you, "That's not what I—what I mean was you look nicer than usual—not that you don't usually look nice or anything—"

You laughed, throwing your head back just a little, as you stopped him from digging himself an even deeper grave. "Calm down, Spence, I was joking."

You put down the now empty glass and grabbed his arm. "C'mon, you need to loosen up, let's dance."

Spencer let you drag him to the dance floor, where he pointedly ignored JJ and Emily's surprised faces as well as Luke and Penelope's eyebrow wiggles.

He was never going to hear the end of this.

[isagrimorie]

Criminal Minds Evolution 17x02 - Contagion | 17x03 - Homesick

People use covert/spy techniques and Emily Prentiss immediately notices. Parts 1, 2, 3 (Don't con a conman -- don't use covert tactics around a former spy)

[pagetbrewsterfansite]

Posts that depict Emily Prentiss as anything less than an Intelligent Boss Lady are absolutely moronic. She is a smart, highly capable & independent woman. She is a Lesbian. She isn't in love with Hotch, JJ, or anyone else already on the show. Elle Greenaway couldn't have handled working with Emily because she was a jealous, insecure neurotic who would have been threatened by Emily's strength & self-confidence that she absolutely belonged in the BAU. Proven by the fact that she is now the Boss. Elle Greenaway is a serial killer & that is the only way she would ever be back, as an unsub.

[sarcasm-and-stiles]

YOUR HONOR SHE’S GAY

⚠️PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY ART⚠️

[imagining-in-the-margins]

“There’s a whole ‘nother side to that woman.”

[aperrywilliams]

I Can't Fail. I Can’t Fail Them (Emily Prentiss)

A little blurb about Emily's inner struggle after knowing Spencer got arrested in Mexico. Because our unit chief had her own calvary when her little brother messed up in Mexico and nobody talked about it. Tell me what you think and if you agree with me.

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People usually see the tough girl, the confident woman who can manage the pressure of a grueling job. And hell she is lke that. But people don’t see the other side of Emily Prentiss. The vulnerable one, the wounded one. I have seen it, and it hurts me every time I do.

That night we lying in bed when she got a phone call. It wasn’t rare to get those in the middle of the night. We both worked at the BAU and she was the unit chief, after all.

I immediately thought it was a case. As she spoke, I stood to put on some clothes. When I was ready to go for my bag, I saw her face. It was a mix of confusion and panic. It wasn’t usual for a regular case. Her eyes met mine and I knew something was off.

Once she hung up the phone I hurried to ask.

“What is it?”

“It's Spencer,” she mumbled, still trying to put the pieces together at the time to form an action plan. I was afraid to ask further, but it wasn’t necessary.

“He has been arrested. In Mexico.”

“What?”

None two days ago we saw Reid in our last case. My confusion only matched Emily’s.

Since I have known Emily, just a few times I saw her not knowing what to do. With her phone still in hand, her eyes were lost in an imaginary point on our bedroom floor.

“Should I call the team?” I tried to get her attention. Her eyes met mine again. She purses her lips before answering.

“No. Not yet. We’ll meet Garcia at Quantico first. I need to know how bad is it.”

I offered to drive while she called Garcia and a bunch of other people to get more information as we rushed to the headquarters.

Penelope was waiting for us and I could see how Emily switched from lost to alert in an instant.

Giving Garcia directions on what to do, she retracted to her office to keep calling people.

I knew it wasn't a good idea to push her asking if she was okay or needed something. Years of dating taught me that Emily Prentiss needed her space to process.

In silence, I headed to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee I knew we all would need and help Garcia gather more information about what happened to Spencer.

As the team started to show in the bullpen, the questions started to increase as well, and Emily was still in her office.

I volunteered to notify her the whole team was waiting.

After knocking on the door I poked my head.

She had the same lost look I saw on her earlier. Closing the door behind me I approached. Emily lifted her gaze to me.

“Are they all here now?” she solemnly asked to which I nodded.

“Yes.”

“Okay. I’m joining you guys in one minute,” she announced, picking up some papers from her desk and standing. Before she could pass me, I gently stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

“Emily, please. Before we go, talk to me.”

She sighed deeply.

“It's bad. And I need to do something but I don't know what to do.”

Her voice was steady although her words came desperate. My hand on her shoulder traveled to hold her free one. I softly squeezed it.

“We can figure it out. We’re all here. Together we can think about what to do,” I reminded her. She bit her bottom lip.

“I know. But I should be who leads this ship and right now I’m feeling pretty useless. I can’t fail Spencer. I can’t fail this team. Not right now.”

I could feel in her voice the weight on her shoulders, and although I always will be by her side supporting her, I knew too this was another huge life test that would mark her forever.

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[a-heart-of-kyber]

Tbf, the more I watch CM the more I dislike the Doyle storyline because it really is the beginning of the end of the version of Emily that I actually like 😂

[ohlookmypeach]

Brooo, wtf… who is this bitch Linda Barnes?!

[theydemily]

sorry to hear that s.w.a.t. is gonna get sent off after its next season, BUT LET ME TELL YOU. if shemar is free whenever criminal minds evolution starts filming again?!? AND I GET ANOTHER DEMILY REUNION?? and prentiss and morgan both get to be partners and friends in their sexy middle aged era???? i won’t know how to be quiet omggg

[isagrimorie]

Here's the thing that's niggled at me about Emily as Unit Chief in seasons 12 to 15. I love Emily as Unit Chief but at the same time, I don't think the writers dialed in Emily as Unit Chief.

The times when she's really great as Unit Chief were when she laid down the law like never losing another team member to Scratch ever again. Or the time after the team seemed to be spinning out and Emily put her foot down and gave the team their marching orders.

It felt in the first years Emily was reluctant to always play the team leader card. She's okay delegating but didn't want to have the distance that comes with the position.

And then Evolution happens and I love that between seasons 15 and 16, Emily became more comfortable with her power. It's become like a second skin. She can joke around but also snap to becoming the Unit Chief/Team leader.

I think she's learned to calibrate the dials between leader and friend. And can now easily slip into being a good friend and a leader.

Emily's time as Section Chief honed those skills and she's more free using lies and manipulation as tools in her arsenal.

It’s a big departure from Hotch’s leadership style.

Hotch had a problem with Jordan lying to a family to get results. Emily quizzed Hotch about this. Hotch outlined why it bothered him (Inget his point but also I found his reasons flimsy). Emily followed Hotch’s rule and for the duration she worked with the team and he was her Unit Chief, Emily kept to it.

Also, a few years out of spy work / undercover work, Emily was also not keen on lying to get results. She wanted something “clean”.

But after time in London, Emily became comfortable with her capabilities and the reality that she is good walking the gray margins. As long as she could protect her team.

I also think it’s a mark of how comfortable she’s become with them that she’s more open showing her hand about lying or manipulating people.

(See: Openly manipulating Jill into going back into the BAU.)

Also, I think a big part why Emily feels more like she’s got team leader down is Paget Brewster infusing more swagger to Emily.

The Costume department finally nailed down Emily's look as Unit Chief. Her clothes in 200 were posh. But when Emily took over as Unit Chief in season 12, it felt like they couldn’t make up their mind.

Some of her outfits during that time were too casual for her role as BAU Unit Chief.

And then Evolution started and Emily started wearing more suits.

And it worked!

I hated the wig they used for Emily in seasons 14 onwards when Paget had such a stylish bob!

Paget's real hair looked 1000% better than the wigs!

(Speaking of bad hair -- what... why is Tara Lewis's hair in season 16 hair.... styled that way? It was also not great.)

TLDR, I’m glad the writers finally got Emily’s leadership style. My personal headcanon is that in London while she was friendly with her staff there was a palpable distance between her and the teams she ran.

And, it was lonely. It’s why when she was asked to takeover the BAU Emily leapt up at the chance. But she didn’t want the same distance and the BAU team were her family, so she had a little trouble balancing the dials of close friendship and being the Boss.

She didn’t want it to go too far into how she ran the London office. I think the promotion to Section Chief and some members moving to different departments and leaving also allowed Emily to reevaluate. Running different teams helped Emily do that, as well as juggling her job and jumping through Bailey’s hoops.

Edited 9:32am/August 3, 2024

[only-one-brain-cell]

(Sassy) Doctor Reid™️ sure looks good sitting at that desk while Emily and JJ sit on the other side just saying.

[snarkylinda]

NGL I hate that they recycled the Strauss/Hotch storyline with Emily and Linda (god damnit why did they name her that-) but it gave me the most important return ever....

Spencer being a brat, so there is that.

[bau-drabbles]

aaron is the softest lover one could ever dream of having and i’ll die on that !!! he seems so 😠😠 on the outside but he would do anything for his loved ones 🥹

you're so right, he's so grumpy on the exterior but a total sweetheart on the inside :") he would go to the ends of the earth, do anything to keep the smile on his family's face. and you can catch snippets of it in the show, how fatherly he is to spencer. how gentle he speaks to beth (should have been me 😠), how he jokes with rossi, how he sometimes flirts a little with emily 👀, how kind hearted and reassuring he is to garcia and morgan. and how he still has so much respect for haley. before she died, even after she stomped all over his heart his respect never once wavered. what i would do to be in haley's position just oNCE!!!

i think that's what makes his character so lovable, you wouldn't expect him to have such a massive tender heart under all the tough exterior 💙

[missmitchieg]

Penelope: The blond one, she died! Twice, last week! It was crazy with a "K"! All right. So there was that battle, right, and they needed her to have a secret identity. Well, after that race car thing, and then this week, she's back at work.

Emily: Wait. She's already back at work?

Penelope: Yes, because she has special healing powers, remember? She gets back to work, and she professes her undying love to her boss Steffi, and I, like, screamed, "they're gonna do that now? Now?" I mean, she has loved her for years and years.

Me: ....Penelope, why are you watching Criminal Minds? You literally live that.

[whitecrossgirl]

Surface Pressure from Encanto is an Emily song.

Prove me wrong.