If i see one more spencer reid x reader in the jj x reader or emily x reader tag I am reporting all of you mfs idec anymore. If I wanted to read them I would search for that but y'all are disrespectful asf
I have like one thing left to get to in my inbox soooo, send me a song/lyric and a character and I’ll write a mini blurb/paragraph for it… or maybe a moodboard just specify!
Hey friends, I’m not really in the mood to write an entire fic right now but I’m trying to get into writing again, so feel free to send in a quick character + concept and I’ll write a little something for it. Open to moodboards also :)
‧˚ʚhalloween hookers and party poopers [rafe cameron, was supposed to come out for halloween but i never finished it]
‧˚ʚpoppy’s love [sirius black?, series]
‧˚ʚjawbreaker [joel miller, series of fics and hcs for my tlou au]
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today is multiverse monday! send me requests containing any au you can think of, be it rockstar au, camboy au, lawyer au, hybrid au, or more. requests are open for any of the fandoms that i write for, so request away!
Emily introduces you to the team and you realise that she had told you as much truth as possible.
Everyone’s eyes were on you as you walked towards them, Emily’s hand not moving from where it rested on the small of your back. Her contact meant that you had not become so petrified under the curious gazes that you had run off. That was how you had made it through the countless phone calls with your family, Emily, or Jessica as she had been then, would hold your hand through the entire conversation. Somehow, knowing that she was there, stood in your corner, you didn’t get as nervous as you had before. Since Emily, you had never hung up the phone and cried yourself to sleep with your parent’s harsh words running through your head, she had made you stronger. Almost as if her strength had been contagious.
That moment was no different, four of Emily’s co-workers glancing to you should have sent you running for the hills. However, for Emily you stayed, smiling towards them as much as you dared. They each looked between you curiously, but the more elaborately dressed of the group was grinning at both of you. It was as though she knew more than the rest of the team, and that worried you. You knew that Emily would never purposefully say a bad word about you, but she worked with profilers. The people before you both were trained to see hidden tells, Emily didn’t have to say you broke her heart for them to know that it was true.
In the six months leading up to this moment, Emily had told you about her experience with these people. You recognised some of them from the half truths she had told you under the Paris sunsets, but there were new details and different names. However, it was clear that they were Emily’s family, no matter what. She had spoken of them all with such fondness and from looking at the people you were sure you knew their names, despite never having seen their faces. Emily had practically already introduced them to you, now it was your turn.
From what she had told you about her return, you knew that her friends had known that something wasn’t right when she returned to them. They were as in the dark about the events that had unfolded as they had been when they had happened, but they were aware that the woman they had known had been changed by her year in Paris. Little did they know, she had changed you as well.
Emily had refused to tell her friends about the café. To begin with, it was that it didn’t make it real. If she was to share the story, then she had to accept the story. She didn’t want to accept the fact that she had broken every ounce of trust you had given her, even thinking about it had caused her to become overwhelmed with an ill feeling in her stomach that would not go away. However, soon it became more than that. Once you had called her the first time, she had known that she couldn’t tell them what had happened. If you were to, against all odds, return to her, she wouldn’t subject you to the knowledge that she had told them only her side of that day. She respected your trust more than that.
However, against all knowledge that you had, you couldn’t help but feel as though the gazes of four strangers were threatening to burn you alive. Your mind painted sharp glares onto the otherwise inviting face, screaming at you that you would judge every decision you had made since meeting Emily and possibly before them. Deep down, you knew that you were over reacting. There was no way that these people – who Emily had felt so strongly for she introduced as family – would judge you. And, even if they did, you were sure that Emily would defend you.
Emily had always defended you. Against your family when they called, she would stand up for your decision to leave the states. She had stood beside you when you had informed the police of the man who had attacked you outside of your home after he had seen you and Emily on a date, and then, when they told you that it was inevitable, she had listed statistics about the likelihood of him repeating those actions against another member of the community. Or at least, Jess had defended you in those situations. Perhaps, Emily wouldn’t. Not against her friend. Maybe, their thought would make her realise how cruel your actions had been that day.
Without warning, your heart had begun to race in your chest. Attempting to keep the panic internal, you began to feel your head become light. That was when you took a conscious control of your breath, slowing the pace to the point that your head stopped prickling with heat. However, in doing this, you had involuntarily begun to pick at the skin around your nails, which Emily had noticed.
She took one of your hands in hers, stopping you from your instinctive attack on yourself. Letting out a breath, she glanced between the members of the team with a grin on her face as she explained, “This is y/n y/l/n. I met her in Paris last year.”
Without thinking you waved slightly, your cheeks becoming warm with embarrassment, the action having clearly been one routed in awkwardness. Your eyes fleeted around the group, stopping at the man from the elevator – who you guessed was Spencer, given that he was doing the best at imitating your nervousness. There was something in his expression that caused you to wonder if Emily had told them about you both. Within his smile was a glint of knowing, but you also knew that there was a large chance that you were wrong. Reading expressions had never been something that you were good at, Emily on the other hand had, understandably, been an expert.
Noticing your nervousness, the slimmer and more reserved looking blonde held out her hand, “I’m JJ.”
“y/n,” you muttered before screwing your face up in realisation, “but you already knew that.”
It was at that moment that you realised Emily hadn’t let go of your hand. In fact, she had interlocked your fingers before closing the rest of the space between you both. You couldn’t help but smile at the interaction, the idea that the woman still wanted to be near you surprising you so much more than anything else that could possibly occur.
“I’m just annoyed because Emily hasn’t even mentioned you before.” The second blonde blurted, glaring at the woman to the side of you in a way that cause you laugh slightly. “She’s not said your name once, and clearly you were close in Paris.”
Emily shook her head, looking at the woman as she mused, “Like you share anything about your personal lives with the team. And Morgan talking about how the girl he picked up on the weekend doesn’t count.”
“Excuse me,” the dark-skinned man retorted, having witnessed the rest of the group chuckle at Emily’s comment. “Those conversations are the highlights of your weeks.”
“Keep dreaming,” Emily stated, her voice thick with a humorous tone.
The man seemed to ignore her, holding out his hand for her to take, “Derek Morgan.” You took his hand timidly, having had to let go of Emily’s to shake it. He noticed your apprehension, taking it to mean that you had read into what Emily had said about him, “You should ignore whatever they all say, I am a man of honour. In fact, if you had any free time while youre here, I could show you some of the best sights in DC.”
Both you and Emily withheld laughter at the man’s comment, Emily being unable to bite her tongue, “Morgan, it’s not going to work on (Y/N). You really aren’t her type.”
Raising his eyebrow in disbelief, Derek grew confused as he asked, "What is your type then, pretty lady?”
“Oh, well, JJ is very much my type. So is Emily. In fact, the only person here apart from you who isn’t my type is the man who I assume is Dr Reid.” You explained, Derek growing shocked as you motioned the woman around you. “Oh, even Margret Thatcher is more my type than you are, and I did not intend that as an insult. Merely a fact.”
Beside Derek, the eccentrically dressed blonde laughed placing her hand on his shoulder, “Hot Chocolate, give up now. From the exchange between the two, there was a lot more than friendship in Paris.”
The two of you turned red at the comment, Emily more so than you. For the last half a year, Emily had explained to you how she hadn’t told her co-workers that she was bisexual. The woman had never specifically hidden it, there had been moments where she had made comments that had quite clearly pointed to the fact. Yet, for Penelope to have made that assumption set Emily off balance for a moment
Glancing apologetically at Emily, you decided to change the subject. Without looking away from the brunette, you asked, “So, I only spent a year with Emily, you have spent many, are there any embarrassing stories I should hear?”
“Well, you’ve come to the right place.” JJ laughed from across the table, causing your attention to move from the brunette beside you to the blonde whose face was filled with an amused smile.
You couldn’t see, once you had fixed your gaze on JJ, but Emily was signalling for her to drop it. Before JJ could say any more, Emily had interjected, “You know, we are quite busy with paperwork at the moment. Maybe we can save story telling for later?”
“Why don’t you invite her to the barbeque at Rossi’s tonight, Emily?” Spencer asked, causing the team to nod in agreement. “That way we can tell her a load of stories, and you guys can share some of yours.”
Emily looked towards you, a worry on her face as she asked, “Do you want to? The rest of the tea will be there as well.” You nodded, smiling slightly at the concern in her voice. It was after this that she turned to the rest of the team with a grin wide on her face and declared, “That settles it then, but I am going to ask that we don’t share anything too bad.”
“Why not Emily? If you didn’t want the story told you shouldn’t have done it.” You joked, causing the team to laugh the tension in your shoulders becoming lesser with every sentence spoken between you.
Emily smirked slightly, a playful glint in her eyes as she retorted, “Is that true Miss ‘I have a plan to steal the Mona Lisa’? In that case I gather that there aren’t any stories that you don’t want me to share.”
“I am not in any way responsible for anything that left my mouth while I was intoxicated.” You stated, mainly to the rest of her friends who had grown confused by Emily’s comment.
Shaking her head, Emily declared, “Drunk words speak sober thoughts.”
The team laughed once more, becoming more familiar with the playful relationship between the two of you. They had all noticed the moment you had become comfortable, and your nervousness had almost completely disappeared. However, they also knew that you and Emily had more secrets hidden than you would ever share with them.
JJ was the first to speak after the silence that followed the laugh, “I’ll go grab you a seat, we only have paperwork to do today so I’m sure Hotch won’t mind if you stay here.”
You smiled, taking the seat for a moment and pulling the book you had been reading on the plane out of your bag. Having only gone to the hotel to drop your things off, you hadn’t thought ahead to this point. You hadn’t even known how long you would be in offices, so you hadn’t brought anything to pass the time as you waited for Emily. So, you decided that once you had finished the book in your hands you would simply read it again. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d read it back to back, but it would be the first time that you would be seen to do it by anyone other than Emily.
Before you could read a page through the book, you had been interrupted by the blonde you assumed was Penelope. She smiled to you sweetly as she said, “They deal with a whole lot of icky stuff. Do you want to grab a coffee with me? I can then give you a not so icky tour.”
“Icky stuff doesn’t bother me. I am a coroner back in Paris.” You explained but stood up all the same. “However, that seems like a good idea, I feel like I may get some questionable looks just sat here reading.”
“Emily, you are addicted to a type of lifestyle aren’t you.” The blonde declared.
Smiling, Emily looked at you while she spoke to the woman, “What can I say Garcia? This woman intrigued me; my life depended on getting to know her better.”
You heart floated in your chest, a smile working its way onto your face. From that moment, you knew what you had questioned for the last six months. Emily had told the truth that day. When she said that she wasn’t lying when she said she loved you. That was one thing that you were sure of.
Request: I don’t know if your taking anymore request but maybe a fluffy Emily prentiss story, maybe Emily and reader have kids! :)
Request: hello!! i saw ur post abt asking for writing request so i am here ♀️ i was wondering if maybe you could write something abt emily coming home to reader and they’re taking a nap with sergio on the couch? like it’s just fluff? if not that’s okay hehe !! ty!! :))
Request: can i get an emily x reader where emily has been out on cases for a while and surprises the reader with a nice date night and just fluffy?
Emily Prentiss x female reader
Summary: Emily comes home from a long case to find her girlfriend and her cat cuddling on the couch.
Word Count: 345
A/N: I decided to combine these requests since they are fairly similar and cam up with this. I know its short but they’ll probably get longer in the future. anyways hope you enjoy.
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Emily’s POV:
It was a long case and all I wanted to do was get home and lay with y/n. Dating while being at the BAU was hard but we made it work. Like Hotch said, I had to be 100% at my job while on cases and be there for y/n 100% when I was home.
I finally made it to our apartment after the long drive from the office. Even the elevator ride up to our floor seemed longer than normal, I guess this case really took it out of me. I unlocked the door and set my stuff down before turning off the alarm by the front door.
“y/n!” I called for my girlfriend, but didn’t get an answer. I was starting to get nervous that something had happened so I put my hand on my gun and began to search the apartment.
I went through every room eventually making it to the living room where I saw one of the cutest things I think I will ever witness in my life. There on the couch was y/n and Sergio sound asleep, all cuddled up on the couch. I finally relaxed and put away my gun and badge in our room. I came back out to the living room and kneeled in front of y/n and softly woke her up.
“Rise and shine sleepyhead.” I said softly. y/n slowly opened her eyes and smiled at me.
“You’re home.” She said sleepily.
“Yeah and you scared the shit out of me when I didn’t hear you when I came in.” We both laughed and I kissed her gently. At that Sergio woke up and meowed at us.
y/n and I eventually moved from the living room to the kitchen and started dinner. We talked and laughed over a bottle of wine while switching off between cooking and giving Sergio attention. At that moment I knew that y/n was going to be a part of my family forever, no matter what the world threw at us.
Hi! I’m a new writer to tumblr and I know I only have a handful of followers, by that I mean four, but I want to get into writing fanfics but need ideas because my mind is void of them. I know I have no other writings for people to gauge my talent or lack there of but I’d appreciate some ideas to get my writing muscles working.
I’ll write pretty much anything except smut, because I’m an asexual and it makes me uncomfortable. I’ll write for these shows/movies/characters.
-Criminal Minds (anyone but my favorites are Spencer and Emily)
-Julie and the Phantoms (anyone these characters have my whole heart)
-Supernatural (anyone)
-The Walking Dead (pretty much anyone but I’m particularly fond of Carl, Daryl, Tara, and Enid)
-The 100 (Belamy, Murphy, Octavia, Clarke, Raven)
-Stranger Things (any of the kids and Steve and Robin mostly but I’m not against writing for Nancy or Johnathan)
-The Society (anyone)
-Harry Potter (I’m particular to the marauders era but I’m willing to write for characters in the golden trio era)
-Once Upon A Time (anyone but I think I’ll put the most heart into Henry, Hook, and Peter Pan)
-Marvel (anyone)
-Star Wars (anyone but I’m more well versed in the new trilogy)
-The Maze Runner (anyone)
-IT (anyone in the losers club)
-Jurassic World (Zach or Owen mostly but I’m not deterred to writing for others)
I will not under an circumstances write a romantic relationship between an adult and a child, any adult characters will be written with appropriately aged readers or characters. I am willing to write xreaders with the pronouns being anything. Pairings can be mxm wxw mxw or any other form of relationship like a poly relationship. I’m not the biggest fan of au’s that leave universe but I may give it a try if the prompt intrigues me. Again songfics aren’t my favorite but I may give them a try to see if I enjoy writing them more than reading them. Again I’ll write fluff and angst but will not, under any circumstance write smut. Also canon gay and other LGBTQ+ characters will remain their canon sexuality and thus be written that way. This is a lot of words so thanks to those who have made it to the end of my word vomit. I will in the future do some rewrites with my oc’s but I’d like to try this before I dive in head first.
Summary: After you grieved your girlfriend’s death, your world came to a screeching halt when you found out she never died. You have been avoiding Emily since you returned, but you can’t avoid her forever when you work together too.
Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of grief and death, canon-typical violence, injury
Word Count: 5.5k because I have no chill lol
A/N:This is probably the longest one shot I have written to date. I’m not sure how I feel about some parts of this, but I think this is a good first try at writing an Emily fic! I’ve never written for her so tell me how I did
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The elevator was smooth and quiet. However, your mind was anything but. The closer that the ascending box took you to the bullpen of the BAU, the more your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest. Since Emily had come back, you called off sick to avoid dealing with the heartache, but you were running out of sick time. Plus, the team needed you. During the last case you missed, Spencer called you a handful of times to bounce ideas off you.
word count:~ 2k (she a shorty but the next chapters will be longer)
When you met her, your world was dark and twisted. Your job consumed every piece of you but her love gave you back the pieces you’d lost. From the outside it seemed like a normal relationship but it was full of secrets. You both liked it though, it was what kept everything interesting. Your love was like the love in the movies, hot passionate and soft but that wasn’t all to it. You both had a secret that you kept from each other, even after your marriage where you had sworn to play with open cards. But how were you supposed to tell her? What you did wasn’t exactly something you’d just mention in between, no it was something you’d never mention at all.
warnings:this series will contain mentions (maybe even descriptions) of murder, mentions of blood, mentions of guns, knives and possibly other weapons, swearing, smut and more but these are the ones that will definitely occur which makes this series for 18+ only (the complete series!)
note: please note that the reader is a hit woman so if you’re not comfortable with that, this probably isn’t for you. Also please note that this is “only” fiction. This is kind of inspired by the Ian Doyle arc, which not necessarily exists in this series (this series kind of replaces it) also the first sentence in the prologue is a quote by William Shakespeare, therefore not my own
masterlist
prologue
Love is the most beautiful of dreams and the worst of nightmares. You used to believe that the first part was a lie, that something as deep and vulnerable as love could never be something good. People opened up to each other, let secrets slip, secrets about themselves that could ruin them and for what? Why would people risk everything just for a little bit of love? You never understood this, until you met her. You had no idea what love was but she showed you every single piece of it. Your relationship was beautiful, it was everything the people who dreamt of love imagined but there was a part of it that you never showed the world, you didn’t even show each other. You thought it could work and it did for a while but how long can a relationship work when the world of the one partner is set to destroy the one of the other? How is love supposed to survive when the one person you loved the most turns out to be the one you have to fear?
Request: “Hurt/comfort prompt "why haven’t you called?” “I’m sorry” “theres no reason to apologize” and bingo prompt “your cold” am not,“ "i don’t care if your sick” for emily prentiss x fem!sick!reader.
Sweat was beading on your forehead and dripping down the back of your neck as a chill ran through your body. Every movement of your muscles sent an ache straight to your bones and you swore you could feel something shake in your lungs with every breath. Bronchioles, you thought to yourself in your delirium, distant memories of an undergraduate physiology class ringing in your ears, the trees of the breathing. You giggled to yourself at your nonsensical internal monologue, triggering another coughing fit that felt like it was shredding your chest to pieces.
You were miserable.
It had been days since you had left your apartment, barely managing to make it to the bathroom, kitchen, and back to your nest of blankets on the couch. Wads of tissues were overflowing from the small bathroom waste bin you had dragged to the living room and sprinkled on the floor and every nearby surface. The sickness had started out as a simple cold but today seemed to be the worst day yet.
As you lost yourself in another coughing fit, you barely heard the scratch of a key in the lock.
“Baby? Are you home?” Emily called from the foyer, the sound of her go-bag dragging on the floor behind her, signaling that she must have come here straight from the jet.
Before you could respond, another cough ripped from your chest. Emily dropped her bag and frantically tried to toe out of her second boot, nearly toppling over in the process. As soon as she was freed, she quickly crossed the apartment to kneel in front of you and rub your back through your coughing fit, reaching for the nearly empty glass of water on the table to give to you.
“Honey, are you okay?” Emily asked as she helped you sip some water after your coughing slowed.
“Peachy,” you rasped out, your voice gritty and deep. Emily frowned and caressed your forehead with the back of her hand.
My Little Versailles– Emily Prentiss x afab!Reader
Summary: Diagnosed with an incurable disease, you are now in the last 6 months of your life. Writing an email to Emily, you hope that she will return before the date of your expiration. What all has Emily missed while she was gone?
Warning: Fic deals with explicit descriptions of the act of dying and of grief/loss. Major Character Death (reader). Mentions of motherhood and fertility treatments. So much angst.
6 months. That was the magic number. You just had to make it 6 more months.
There was an ache that settled in your bones now. It felt like your muscles were clinging for their life, hopelessly clawing at your skeleton in an effort to keep you in one piece. The steady thrum of pain pulsed through your body along with your heartbeat—the two had become one, after all. Your fingers tingled sometimes now, even the strain of holding your phone or typing on the computer would bring you to an exhaustion that was unparalleled to anything else you had ever experienced in your life.
The click-clack of keys tapping as you struggled to finish the email you had been working on writing for the past three days pinged against your eardrums, the sound near deafening within the confines of the blazing inferno that had decided to take residence just beneath your skull for the duration of today. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be so bad tomorrow. The email wasn’t long, it wasn’t filled with the usual intricacies of language that those around you had grown accustomed to receiving. There was no spark, so beauty, no joy left in the stories which you wanted to tell the world.
If it weren’t for this email, you weren’t sure that making it to 6 months would even be a possibility.
But you had to at least try. For her.
It’s gotten bad, Em. Worse than it ever had been before. They gave me six months. I don’t know where you are, I don’t know when you will find this. I don’t know if I will ever see you again. But you’re the only person who doesn’t know, who hasn’t gotten this warning, and it didn’t seem fair.
You don’t need to come. I am well aware of why our love was undone.
Prompt-‘But you’re in London and I break down ‘cause it’s not fair that you’re not around.’
You and Emily had never gotten along. From the day you walked into the BAU there was tension between the two of you though you hadn’t known why. As you settled into the job, becoming more comfortable around the team, your relationship with Emily became more tense as the months passed.
Nobody knew why you didn’t get along but it was common practice now for Hotch to make sure you didn’t get paired together on cases as more than one argument had occurred that meant neither of you were doing work.
Rossi had tried to get it out of you repeatedly, tried talking to you about Emily and what history you had but there was no history, before the BAU you hadn’t even heard of her. You didn’t know why she hated you or why you couldn’t stand to be around her, all you knew was that nobody knew how to push your buttons more than Emily Prentiss.
you two hadn’t made your relationship clear to the team officially- spencer had walked in on you and her making out once, causing you two to come clean
“babe” “love” “darling”
always sitting with each other on the jet, and always being paired up during cases
often times you fall asleep on her shoulder during flights
making out having sex in her office (when she takes aaron’s place)
sharing hotel rooms when on cases
loves it when you lay your head on her chest
binging movies together in your free time
quoting those movies all the time
exchanging promise rings !!!
making sure the other is always safe and sound during cases, being heartbroken when something does happen
y’all always make a mess when you bake, usually smearing flour on each other in a laughing fit
bringing you flowers
baking together !! if the batch is good, you guys bring it into the BAU to give to the others
taking polaroid’s of each other, and together, and keeping them to remember
WRITING EACH OTHER SMALL NOTES
saying i love you all the time, making sure the other knows
smacking each other in the ass with a smirk
HUGS FROM BEHIND !!!
soft touches that’ll give you goosebumps and leave you breathless
When You Hold Me, It’s Unlike Any Other - Emily Prentiss x Female Reader (Fluff)
Description: Emily comes home to find you asleep on the couch, she’s glad to be home with her wife.
Rating: G. No cursing or sex but there is a brief mention of a shooting so there’s that.
Word count: 804
Hello all my Emily lovers, I’ve got some domestic newlywed fluff here for you! Hope you like it!
Big thanks to @sweetprentiss who told me this was cute and helped me try to find a title (sorry I figured it out on my own but I appreciate you and all your help iv)
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Emily arrives home and is greeted with the sight of you passed out on the couch with Sergio perched on the coffee table, staring at you. The cat turns it’s head towards his owner and his eyes dilate, immediately jumping down from the table and prancing towards Emily. He starts meowing, but Emily quickly shushes him by scooping him up into her arms and scratching his chin.
“Hiya Serg, I’m happy to see you buddy.”
Emily sets Sergio back down on the coffee table, and you stir as you sense Emily’s presence.
“Baby?” You ask, your voice soft and raspy from having just barely woken from your slumber.
Today was Emily’s first day back at the bureau after taking two weeks off for the wedding and honeymoon. You also started back at work, but your first day back at your 9 to 5 was not nearly as stressful as Emily’s. Your wife had texted you in the morning saying the team had to travel out of town to help with a child abduction, but she hoped she’d be back home later that night.
You glance over at the wall clock above the television, it’s a little after nine o’clock. “I must have fallen asleep reading,” you say as you shift to lay on your back, the book you were reading slips off the couch and falls to the floor.
“Oh, my sleepy girl.” Emily coos as she places her bag on the floor and shuffles out of her shoes. Suddenly you feel a dip in the couch cushions and your legs being nudged apart so Emily could lay on top of you. You welcome her into your arms immediately, snuggling her close and kissing the top of her head. Her hair smells good, like lavender. You never liked the smell of lavender till you smelled it on Emily. Now it’s your favorite scent.
“How did it go, Em? Did you find that little girl?” You ask Emily as you stroke her soft silky hair, your fingers getting caught in tiny tangles.
“Yeah, we did. She’s gonna be okay. The guy who nabbed her though, not so much.”
You sigh, “Well good, I’m glad she’s alright.”
There’s a brief moment of silence, but you can sense something wasn’t right. It isn’t until Emily speaks in a sad sounding whisper that you realize what’s wrong.
“I had to shoot him, Y/n… he’s dead.”
You pause your hand, taking a moment to absorb what Emily has told you. You knew Emily has been in situations where she’s had to shoot unsubs, but it doesn’t happen often. When it does, you know what’s going through her head when she comes home.
“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask, rubbing Emily’s back in soft circles.
A heavy sigh escapes from your wife, “There isn’t much to say. We had him cornered in a rundown trap house, and our profile was correct in that he wasn’t gonna go down without a fight. I took the shot before he had a chance to spray us with bullets. The guy bled out on his way to the hospital. I did my job.”
You press another couple of kisses to her head, “Emily, you saved that girl, and you saved your team!”
“I know…” Emily says, you can hear the tiredness in her voice. “I know it was good for the case and for my team.. But, that still doesn’t mean taking someone’s life is something I should be proud of. Plus it requires more paperwork and debriefing.”
You let out a low hum as you nod, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay. Better, now that I’m home, with my wife.”
You grin, “Good, I’m glad my wife came home safe.”
“Oh, my sweet girl, I missed you so much today.” Emily says, rubbing her face into your chest like how Sergio rubs his face against your hand when he wants pets.
“Yeah?” You ask, knowing that you feel the exact same way. Having spent two weeks with each other without any interruptions was such a blessing, but now that it was time to go back to your routines, being apart from each other for even a day was difficult.
“Yeah,” Emily says, shifting to hover her face over yours and give you cheek kisses. “God, can we just travel back in time to two weeks ago so I can marry you all over again?”
You laugh, cupping Emily’s face and gently rubbing your thumb back and forth against her cheek. “Just as long as we get to relive our honeymoon too.”
Emily chuckles, “Baby, we can relive our honeymoon anytime you want.” She presses a kiss to your mouth, her lips are a bit chapped but you don’t mind.
“Mmm,” you hum, smiling against her mouth, “good to know.”
