Emily Prentiss X Reader - Blog Posts

some more mother Emily stuff please

Maybe y/n is slightly ill

Emily comes home from being on a two week long case and sees them falling asleep while folding laundry and taking care of child so Emily decides to take child out to the park or something while y/n get some well needed to rest

Comes back home take care of all the chores puts child to bed

Cuddle up with y/n

Fluffy dovey lovey stuff

Enjoy!

When You Get Home

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The door creaked open just after 5, Emily stepping over the threshold with her go-bag slung over her shoulder. Her suit jacket was folded over her arm, her hair back, and exhaustion clinging to her skin.

Two weeks on a joint task force out of state, too long without her partner, too long without her boys. She shut the door softly, locking it behind her.

The living room was dimly lit by soft afternoon sun filtering through the curtains, there was the faint scent of laundry detergent in the air.

The TV played low in the background, something animated. She heard soft giggles. Then…

“Mommy!”

“Mommy!”

Twin tornadoes of joy hurtled toward her. Alec and Theo, four years old and chaos personified, each with mismatched socks and superhero t-shirts, collided with her legs and arms in a tackle hug.

Emily bent immediately, her bag falling forgotten to the floor as she knelt and wrapped them up tight. “My boys,” she whispered, kissing their cheeks one after the other.

“I missed you both so much!”

A rustle caught her attention from the couch. Emily’s head turned, and her heart dropped. Y/N Y/L/N, her partner, her best friend, the love of her life, was curled awkwardly at the end of the couch.

A mountain of clothes needing to be folded, their hands sluggish and trembling, their cheeks were flushed with fever, strands of hair stuck to their temple.

They blinked heavily, as though it took effort to stay awake. There were tissues on the coffee table, and a half-drunk mug of tea forgotten beside them.

Y/N smiled weakly, “I… hi, baby,” they rasped. “I was trying to clean up. The boys were running circles all day, and laundry kept piling up…”

Emily crossed the room in seconds. She knelt next to her partner, brushing the damp hair from Y/N’s forehead. “You’re sick, love,” she said gently, “Why didn’t you call your mom to help?”

Y/N gave her a sheepish shrug, “Didn’t wanna bother her. You were gone. I thought I could manage. I’m okay, just… just tired.”

Emily pressed a kiss to their forehead, already feeling the heat radiating from their skin. “Y/N. You are allowed to rest. Let me take over now, okay?”

“But the laundry-”

“I’ve got it,” Emily promised, “All of it. Right now, you’re going to bed.” Y/N blinked hard, lips trembling like she might argue, but Emily was already helping her stand.

Y/N leaned into her with a sigh, whispering a soft, tiny, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Emily murmured, wrapping her arm around them, “You’ve done everything… let me do the rest.”

Once Y/N was tucked beneath the blankets, humidifier humming, fever medicine given and a cool cloth set on her forehead, Emily turned back to the living room where the twins were currently scaling the couch like a mountain.

“Boys,” she called gently, “how about we go on an adventure?” Both heads whipped toward her. “A park adventure?!” Theo asked, his eyes wide.

“Maybe even… ice cream?” Emily grinned, her smile ear to ear. Alex gasped, “Mommy, you just got home! We can really go?”

“We really can. But only if you help me put on your shoes.”

- - -

Within minutes, Emily was carrying a small backpack with snacks, wipes, and water bottles, her old BAU instincts turning domestic.

The twins were bundled in light jackets, and they set off, hand on hand toward the neighbourhood park.

They laughed on the swings, raced across the grass and climbed the jungle gym while Emily stood beneath it like a bodyguard.

“Good job!” and “Feet first, Theo!” would scream every few minutes as she watched them with a smile.

Afterward, when the boys were tired, they sat in the sun, each of them holding a single scoop of chocolate in a cup. Emily wiped their sticky faces and kissed their heads, her heart aching in the best way.

On the walk home, both Alex and Theo started yawning, leading Emily to carrying both on either arm for the last block.

- - -

Once home, Emily gave the twins a bath, using the bubble soap Y/N always bought because it, “smelled like calm.” They splashed, argued about toys, and asked if Y/N was okay.

“They’re resting…” Emily told them, towelling them dry. “And they’ll feel better soon. But they miss you both very much!”

Theo pressed his hand to his heart, “I miss Mama too.” Emily tucked them into their twin beds, kissed their cheeks and read two short books before they drifted off.

Then… laundry. She returned to the pile on the couch, folding small shirts, unmatched socks and tiny pants while a crime documentary played quietly in the background.

It was oddly meditative.

Kitchen next. Dishes were stacked, counters wiped, bottles cleaned and put away. By the time she turned off the last light, the house had gone still.

Emily padded into their bedroom, stripping down to an old t-shirt before crawling into bed beside Y/N. Y/N stirred with a soft breath, “You did everything… didn’t you?”

Emily slid an arm around them, pulling them close, “Just catching up.” Y/N burrowed into Emily’s chest, legs tangling with hers. “Fever still here,” they murmured.

“I know,” Emily whispered, kissing their damp temple, “I’ll be here all night. Holding you through every degree of it… right here…” Y/N sighed as Emily shifted to make sure they were comfortable.

“I missed you,” Y/N said softly. “I missed you too,” Emily returned.

okay so fic request

Emily and our future child decided that they want to make y/n breakfast in bed for their birthday

they tried making pancakes bacon toast eggs orange juice

somehow everything burnt y/n wakes up to the fire alarm blaring

y/n Goes downstairs to see Emily trying to fan smoke away from the smoke detector child is crying at burnt pancakes and bacon and eggs and ruined surprise

ihop was ordered after everything got cleaned up and everyone was calm

They made y/n pretend to be asleep to serve them the ihop in bed

had a great birthday at home with ur fav ppl

(tease Emily about this in the future)

Syrup Kisses 😘

As soon as I got your request, I got to working! Never in my life have I been so excited to write a quick fic! Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Y/N celebrates her birthday with breakfast, kisses, a fire alarm, and iHop!

You wake to the smell first. Unmistakable. Sharp. A scent that slams into your senses like a brick wall, burnt something.

Not just toast. Not just bacon. This is everything-is-on-fire kind of burnt. You blink hard, already halfway sitting up when the shrill screen of the fire alarm blares.

You don’t even bother with slippers. You bolt down the hallway, heart pounding, and when you round the corner into the kitchen, the sight makes you stop short.

Emily, your brilliant, expertly calm, terrifyingly sexy wife, is standing on a chair, frantically waving a flattened Princess doll cardboard box under the fire alarm.

Smoke curls from the stovetop behind her. A scorched pan rests in the sink, billowing what’s left of its dreams. But it’s your daughter, your sweet, earnest Lily, who breaks your heart wide open.

She’s crouched beside the kitchen island, her apron stained, her little face flushed with tears. Her lower lip quivering as she cries, fists clenched tightly at her sides.

“I ruined it!” She screams, voice breaking, “I ruined Mama’s birthday!” You rush to her instantly, dropping to your knees and pulling her into your arms.

She practically collapses against you, small and trembling and sticky with syrup.

“No… baby,” you whisper into her hair, “Hey, hey… look at me. You didn’t ruin anything.” Lily shakes her head, furiously, “I wanted to make you breakfast!”

Lily’s voice bordering on wail, “Eggs, a-and pancakes… and bacon and ju-juice and… coffee, and I-I dropped an egg on the cat… and the bacon caught on fire… and Mommy lied and said it w-was fine… but it wasn’t fine!”

You glance up. Emily looks like she’s aged and greyed ten years in the last ten chaotic minutes, still fanning the air like the fire department might show up.

“I didn’t lie,” Emily whines, climbing off the chair, “I said we could order pancakes if we needed to!” You give her a look, then kiss Lily’s curls.

“Sweetheart. You tried to make me breakfast. That’s the best birthday present in the world!” You confess, your hands gently holding her, “But it’s burnt!” She argues.

You pull her tighter, “So… we pivot. You know what Mama wants more than anything?”

Lily lifts her blotchy face, “What, Mama?”

“Pancakes. That don’t taste like smoke. Which is why… we’re ordering iHop. Right now…” Emily exhales dramatically, as if those two syllables, iHop, were her salvation. “Thank… god!”

You hand her your phone, “You order, I’ll calm our Michelin star chef down.” While Emily taps away on the screen, you rock Lily gently in your lap, her tears slowing, sniffling turning to quiet sighs.

You hum softly, rubbing her back, and she burrows into your neck with a whisper, “I just wanted to make you happy.”

“You don’t think this adorable face makes me happy everyday?” Your hand moves to gently pinch her red cheeks.

- - -

Fifteen minutes later, you’ve wiped down the counters, aired out the kitchen, lit a candle, and even managed to get Emily to laugh at her own morning misfortunes.

Lily sits at the table now, sipping on a plastic cup of apple juice with her head resting on her folded arms, still tired from the emotional whiplash of the morning.

You stretch and kiss Emily’s cheek. “Alright… I’m going back to bed.” Emily raises an eyebrow, “What?”

“I’m going to pretend none of this happened, so you two can try again. Bring me iHop. Act surprised. Got it?” You ask her with a smile.

Emily grins, “You’re such a little drama queen.” You nod, like it was common knowledge, “And you love me for it.”

“Every burnt piece of you.” You add.

- - -

You hear their footsteps before the door creaks slowly open. “Mama?” Lily whispers, careful, tiptoeing. You crack an eye, just enough to see her trying to balance a tray while Emily steadies it behind her.

You sit up, playing along, “Oh wow! Breakfast in bed? For me?!” Lily giggles, proudly setting the tray in your lap. “Happy birthday, Mama! We made this one better!”

You glance down, three golden pancakes, crispy bacon, fluffy scrambled eggs, and a little container of syrup. Everything you love, warm and perfect and not burnt.

Emily perches on the bed beside you, grinning, “You deserve it, hun.” You take a bite of pancake and groan happily, “This might be the best breakfast I’ve ever had.”

Lily beams. “It’s from iHop!” You laugh, mouth full, reaching to cup her cheek. “Still counts.”

She leans in and kisses your cheek, sticky, syrupy, and full of unconditional love. “Best Mama ever!” You sigh contentedly and wrap an arm around her, pulling Emily closer with your other hand.

“Best family ever!”

- - -

Months later…

You’re at the roundtable in the BAU bullpen. The case was hell. Everyone’s tired, weary and needing major sleep catchup.

Someone, probably Morgan, starts a round of “worst parenting fails,” and Hotch is halfway through telling a story about Jack and super glue when JJ turns to Emily.

“Didn’t you almost set your kitchen on fire trying to cook once?” The blonde questioned, Emily groaning as she sank into her chair, “It was a minor amount of smoke.”

You raise a brow. “Minor? The fire alarm woke the cat, and me. Lily cried. We had to order iHop to save my birthday.” Spencer’s eyes widen. “You ordered food and then pretended to be asleep so they could surprise you again?”

“Of course I did,” you say proudly, “I’m not going to miss a syrupy kiss from my daughter or my wife waving bacon in my face.”

Garcia practically squeals, “That is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard!” Emily squeezes your knee beneath the table, “She’s high maintenance, but she’s worth it.”

You grin. “You set off a fire alarm for me. That’s real love.”

Rossi chuckles, “You know it’s love when iHop saves the day!

Can you write some Emily x reader sickfic

one with Emily sick and then one with reader sick

one of them ends up in the hospital in one of them

lots of cuddles and forehead kisses maybe even a nice bath(with soft slow orgasm)

Sorry for the late response!

In Sickness and In Health…

Summary: Emily gets sick first, and then, when her girlfriend gets sick too, Emily coaxes her back to health.

Emily Prentiss wasn’t one to go down easily, but when she did, it hit like a freight train. Fever, chills, body aches that made even sitting up feel like a mountain climb. And somehow, her girlfriend Y/N managed to look completely unbothered by the whirlwind she’d stepped into… calm, steady, warm.

“Water,” Emily croaked from beneath a pile of blankets on the couch, and without a word, Y/N was handing her a glass, kneeling beside her with that small, reassuring smile.

“You’re burning up. Drink this, then I’m putting on Sense and Sensibility. You’re due for some emotional regulation,” Y/N teased softly, brushing sweat-damp strands away from Emily’s forehead.

For two days, Y/N became everything Emily didn’t know she needed: soft socks, forehead kisses, cold compresses, soup just the way Emily liked it, blended smooth with way too much pepper. Her favourite tea brewed just right. A heated blanket warmed in the dryer before being wrapped around her. When Emily shivered, Y/N curled up behind her, letting her body heat soothe where words couldn’t reach.

“I’ve got you,” she whispered, every hour, without fail.

And slowly, Emily did get better. But Y/N… didn’t.

Emily knew something was wrong when she woke up to the sound of retching and the unmistakable thud of someone hitting the floor.

“Y/N?” she called, heart racing.

No answer. She threw off the covers and stumbled into the bathroom.

Y/N was collapsed on the cold tile floor, curled in on herself, her skin pale and slick with sweat, breath hitching in shallow, panicked gulps. Her lips were dry and cracked, and her hands trembled uncontrollably.

“Baby… hey, hey,” Emily dropped to her knees beside her, gently turning her over. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, unfocused. Her voice was barely a rasp.

“You were cold,” she mumbled, confused. “You were so cold—I… I couldn’t find the blankets—” Her body shook violently.

Emily didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her arms around her, holding her steady. “Shhh. You’re burning up, sweetheart. We’re going to the hospital. Stay with me.”

The paramedics came fast. Y/N was too weak to sit up on her own, barely coherent by the time they got her onto the stretcher. Emily held her hand in the ambulance, whispering soft reassurances as machines beeped around them.

At the hospital, Emily stood beside the bed in her sweatpants and hoodie, jaw clenched as the nurses hooked Y/N up to IV fluids and cooling blankets. Her fever had spiked to 40°C, her body drenched in sweat and trembling under the weight of it. Her lips moved now and then, soft murmurs that didn’t make sense, childhood memories, Emily’s name, something about fig trees.

“Is she going to be okay?” Emily asked one of the doctors.

The answer was kind, but cautious. “She’s young and healthy, so we’re optimistic. It’s a nasty viral infection. The fever’s just doing a number on her system. But we’ve got her now.”

Emily didn’t leave the room. She sat on the little reclining chair, feet tucked under her, never taking her eyes off Y/N. She held her hand through the delirium, murmured stories about old cases, about Italy, about their first kiss in the rain outside a jazz bar. She wiped down her forehead every hour and kissed her knuckles when no one was looking.

And when Y/N’s eyes finally focused on her, truly saw her, Emily smiled for the first time in days.

“You came back to me,” she whispered, and Y/N blinked, confused but comforted.

“Where else would I go?”

- - -

The Slow Return to Softness

It had been a week since Y/N came home. She was stronger now, colour back in her cheeks, voice steadier, even if she still got tired walking from the bedroom to the kitchen. Emily didn’t let her lift a finger.

When Y/N asked for a bath, Emily lit candles. Dimmed the lights. Eucalyptus oil in the water, lavender soap on the edge. She helped her undress with slow hands and gentle eyes, not like she was stripping her down, but like she was unwrapping something precious.

She stepped into the tub first and guided Y/N between her legs, letting her lean back against her chest. Emily wrapped her arms around her waist, warm water rippling up over their skin, steam rising around them like a cocoon.

Y/N let out a long, deep sigh. “You make everything better,” she whispered.

Emily pressed a kiss behind her ear. “That’s the plan.”

Silence stretched between them, soft and easy. Then Y/N tilted her head back just slightly, her voice low and hesitant.

“Can I ask for one more thing?”

“Always.”

“I want to… feel good. With you. Nothing fast. Just… soft. Like I’m still here. Still real.”

Emily’s hands tightened gently around her middle. “Okay,” she breathed.

One hand stayed splayed across Y/N’s stomach, the other slid lower, fingers gliding through the warm water, slow and reverent. She didn’t rush. She just touched, gently, rhythmically, as Y/N melted into her, every part of her body relaxing into safety, into closeness.

“You’re okay,” Emily whispered against her neck. “You’re so safe. Let go.”

Y/N whimpered, breath catching, body trembling, not from fever this time, but from the slow, rising tide that Emily coaxed from her with nothing but love. Her head dropped back onto Emily’s shoulder as she came, quiet and soft, a little broken sob of relief leaving her lips.

Emily kissed her temple, her jaw, her cheek. Held her through the aftershocks. Didn’t move a muscle as the water stilled around them.

They stayed like that long after, Emily gently washing Y/N’s skin, arms wrapped around her, soft hums low in her throat, like a lullaby for the woman she adored.

watch criminal minds at 00:00-03:00 is an EXPERIENCE

Hi !! Can you write one of those group chat text but with Emily and y/n. They are in a secret relationship and y/n wears Emily's shirt which leads their relationship being revealed

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summary: reader shows up to work in emily’s shirt.

warnings/pairings: emily prentiss x BAU!fem!reader, established relationship, swearing, a few mildly inappropriate jokes, and the BAU being menaces per usual.

thank you so much for your request!! this is my first emily x reader and i literally love this ask sm!!! sorry it took a while to get back to you, but i hope you like it!

sorry it’s so short yall, BARE WITH ME

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tag list for emily:

@thatgayb1tchwhosimps4her

Say the Whole Thing

Pairing: Emily Prentiss X fem!reader

Word count: 1,036

A/N: loosely based off a post from @third-of-hotchniss but by the time I finished it I realized it say mom reader, so my bad.

You liked Emily Prentiss. More than you should, honestly. Way more than you should.

You met her when you began working at the BAU. Maybe it was the late night that made you look at her differently. The sleepless nights, the near death experiences, all that care she’s shown you making you look at her like that. It made you look for her first in a room full of people, made your heart flutter whenever she smiled, or make you embarrassingly happy whenever she touched you. It could’ve been the way that she’d hold her daughter. The way Emily holds her a little tighter after bad cases, looks at her like she’s the only thing in the world that matters.

You’re a goner, really. You had fallen under before you even knew you were in the water.

You’d grown closer, lately. Girls nights with Garcia turned into drinks alone, which turned into movie nights with her and Eloise, her daughter (yes that is a reference to Emilys-bangs).

She was a sweet girl. Just like her mom in every way from looks to personality. She got her mother’s nose, those eyes, and definitely her mother’s stubbornness and her confidence. But don’t forget her bossiness.

That last one was really showing tonight.

“Sit next to Mama.” Eloise said. It certainly wasn’t much a request. Normally, you and Emily sat on either side of Eloise, but apparently not tonight.

“Okay then.” You replied, holding back a small laugh. You sat next to Emily, not far from her, but not too close either.

Eloise’s brows furrowed. “Closer.”

You and Emily shared a look of amusement before you moved a bit closer. “Better?”

Eloise gestured for you to move even closer.

“Ellie—“ Emily started before getting promptly cut off.

“Closer.” she repeated more firmly.

Emily sighed, caving easily. She was a remarkably stubborn woman, but so pliant when it came to anything involving Eloise. She moved closer.

Eloise nodded, pleased with the proximity between you two. She climbed up onto the couch, sitting on Emily and pushing her arm up and around you.

As you feel your cheeks burn, you swear this little shit knows what she’s doing.

Emily just laughs, playing off whatever she feels at the action. “And what’s your plan here, Ellie?”

“You like girls, and Y/N like girls, so you should be girlfriends.” She states like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You choke on air, eyes widening, and your face red as you sputter out, “Uh, what?”

“Oh yeah? Just like that, huh?” she said, brushing a strand of hair from Eloise’s face. “Well, I guess I’ll cancel my dating app now.”

You were hyper aware of her arm staying around you. It rested there naturally, casually— like she didn’t even think of it. Like it didn’t make her feel anything. It was hard to get a read on Emily, but now? So far it didn’t seem like she cared about Eloise’s comment. Maybe you were just a friend.

Ugh, friend. A horrible word that somehow reverted you back into high school.

It was hard not to care so much with Emily. You tried— you really did— but she worked your way into the most sensitive parts of yourself.

The movie had started shortly after. Emily’s arm had left you in favor of holding Eloise, who sat curled up on her lap at the moment.

The moment was awkward. Emily pretended like it wasn’t, but you could tell she felt it too. Eloise’s words still hung in the air, lingered in your mind, lodged deep in your chest.

The tension was put on hold for a moment once the movie stopped so Eloise could show you a toy she got. You were sat on the floor as she explained the character and the story behind them.

She loved her daughter more than anything. And that love had always been the perfect excuse—to keep things simple, to run before anything got too close. But you were so good with her. You listened, you played. And she liked you just as much. The words ‘when is Y/N coming back’ began to be a staple in her home.

She had to tell you.

Once Eloise rushed off to go put her toy back, she spoke, saying, “She wasn’t wrong.”

You looked up at her, getting up from the floor. “Hm?”

“She wasn’t wrong about the whole… you know…” for once in your life, you saw Emily Prentiss flustered. “About how we should be…” her voice trailed off again along with her gaze steering away from you in embarrassment.

Her actions gave you a sudden boost of confidence. “Are you asking me on a date, Prentiss?”

“Yeah, I think I am.”

“Say it. The full thing.”

She rolled her eyes, the anxious look on her face turning into something more familiar— more loving. “Y/N Y/L/N, will you go on a date with me?”

“Yes.”

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Pairing: Emily Prentiss X fem!reader (mostly gender neutral)

Word count: 2,225

Authors note: this came out longer than expected, oops. Reader was referred to as a “Lady” once, used she/her pronouns twice, but mostly gender neutral. Totally projected my eye problems onto reader too (only mentioned once). Reader is a total idiot and Emily just likes messing with her.

Okay, you’re fucked.

Stakeouts aren’t unusual. Trailing or observing suspects to get a feel for their behavior isn’t uncommon.

Staking out with Emily Prentiss is.

You really can’t keep your cool around her normally, which tends to be brief moments, but now you have to sit in a car with her. For hours. Alone.

The work before it was uneventful. A lot of information was pursued, but ultimately led to nothing. The most interesting thing found was a man’s messy relationship with his sister-in-law.

The lights of the precinct let out a monotonous buzz, droning on and on. It felt like the noise was drilling through your skull.

You were just counting down the seconds until you had to leave with Emily. You didn’t know what was worse, making a fool out of yourself with Emily, or sitting here and having this precinct kill you either with the smell of cheap coffee or this buzzing noise threatening to cut through your skull.

Maybe you’re going crazy. Maybe you’re already there. Oh well.

The buzzing paused in your mind a moment in favor of a new sound, Emily’s boots hitting the ground.

You turned, looking over at her as she walked out of a room— you never cared enough to remember which was which.

God, not only do you have to spend hours with her, she has to be hot too? This is going to be torture.

She wasn’t even wearing anything special, just a r shirt and some cargoes. Emily just looks good in everything. So good it makes you mad at times.

She tucked her hair behind her ear. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, totally.” You stood up, following her lead as she walked out the precinct.

You opened the door for her, letting her walk out before you. As she passed she gave you the most adorable smile and a small ‘thanks’.

You weren’t going to make it through this night.

An admittedly stupid smile overtakes your face as you follow behind her.

You insist on driving. Having something to focus on will keep your mind off of her for a few moments at the least.

The drive there was short and quiet. The first few minutes there was silent too.

You make a stupid joke about the guy’s decor and how it screams ‘divorced twice’. In all honesty, it wasn’t funny— but the second you heard her laugh that was forgotten.

You looked to her, seeing her genuine laughter at her comment. “God, I love that laugh.” You mumbled reverently. She was truly something to be admired.

Her laughter died down, her smile still shining on her face as she asked, “What did you say?”

Your own smile shifted into a nervous one. You fumbled a hand through the air like you were trying to physically swat the words back into your mouth. You’re fucked. “Uh—I love the moon. It looks nice tonight, right?”

She knows that isn’t what you said. “The moon isn’t visible from here.”

“Um… I need to get my prescription fixed…?” You said uncertainly, adjusting your glasses nervously.

She smirked, but doesn’t say another word. Her eyes linger for a moment, hanging on your glasses before leisurely looking at the rest of your face and then at your hand that was still on the edge of your glasses.

She’s profiling you. And looking good doing it. Typical that she’d try to weaponize the FBI handbook and those eyes. She’s profiling you. And trying to make you nervous.

She looks away— like she did nothing! Like she didn’t just make you question everything that lead you to this moment!

You sit there a minute, dumbfounded. She definitely has to know by now, right? This is bad. Very bad.

You stared out at the house. No activity visible— at the moment, at least. You have been distracted. You’d like to blame Emily for that one. Especially since she’s looking at you again.

You’re scared to look over at her, but you sneak a glance. You regret it immediately. It does not make your nerves any better. She’s reading you, perfectly, easily, and taking pleasure in it. Such a sadist.

“You get flustered when someone looks at you too long.” She notes.

“Am I the unsub now?” You asked.

No pause, no hesitation, just a simply fact she stated. “You’re more interesting.” That flowed too easily for her. You need to personally hunt down whoever gave her the confidence with the looks and the words to back it up.

Hold up— pause— what the fuck? She can’t be allowed to just say that. ‘You’re more interesting’, what does that even mean!?

Then you catch motion from the corner of your eyes. You’re quick to switch back to your more professional demeanor. You’re sharp and focused— she likes that.

A woman is walking to his door. Following the knocks on the guy’s door the lights come to life. The windows now providing an actual look into his living space with the newfound light. He lets the woman in.

You and Emily watch the interaction with rapt attention. It’s tense.

Once the woman leaves, Emily said, “See that twitch in his jaw?” How did she even see that? You hate people with 20/20 vision.

You nod.

“Same thing happens when someone lies—like when they pretend they didn’t mean what they said.” She adds. That damn look on her face is smug. She’s making you feel exactly how she wants you too and she knows it.

“Maybe he’s thinking about someone else.” You replied. It was a grasp for control— meaningless words slipping out to try and make her feel like how you want her to feel.

It doesn’t work.

“Oh? I don’t think he looks at other girls like he looks at her.” She definitely isn’t talking about him anymore. You want to argue, fend for yourself, stop letting her have such an effect on you— but she just keeps on staring with that look. That hot, dangerous, smug look. She knows she has you wrapped around her finger. Wait, shit, she knows how you look at her.

Okay, code red.

“I don’t think he’s the unsub,” Emily starts. “She’s in his home, at night, no one knows she’s there. He could kill her easily, but he doesn’t. The unsub were profiling would’ve taken that chance.”

It’s so horribly obvious that she’s controlling this. She’s leading you and you’re the little dog being pulled around. You can try and tug on the leash, but she wins.

In another attempt to tug at the leash, you try to ground yourself with humor. “So we did this for nothing? There goes my plans for my passionate night with my wine bottle.”

She laughs at that, it’s almost like the first one, but different. This one is shorter, maybe it’s more directed at you than the joke itself.

You laughed with her. It’s always too easy with her.

“God, I love that laugh.”

You froze. Laughter cut off. Your smile faded. Shit, she really knew what you said. Those past words thrown right back in your face. Clear and accurate.

“What? You said it first.” Emily points out, tilting her head. She’s studying you again. Damn those eyes and how she reads every word of the book that is your body language.

You were tired of this. You wanted some semblance of control in this conversation.

Your eyes drop down to her lips, your own parting just so slightly— you thought about it. But your eyes snap back to the wheel. “I’ll drive you back, unless you have anything you need to grab from the precinct.”

“Nothing to grab from the precinct.” She answers. She watches you for a few moments as you drove. She knows what you almost did. She’s too perceptive to ever miss it.

Your fingers drummed against the wheel, a nervous fidget she notices. You don’t want to look at her, but you just know she still has that smug smirk on her face.

The things this woman can do to you.

You drove back to the hotel you were staying at while you were in town. You got out together.

You walked side by side into the hotel, seeing Morgan coming back from the bar.

“Hello ladies,” he greets. He’s definitely a bit drunk, but he’s the same as always. “And Prentiss, I’m still offended that you chose to go with her instead of me. Care to make it up to me? I have a few ideas.”

Emily chuckled. “In your dreams.”

She chose to do this with you!? What. She actively chose you just to fuck with you. That bitch.

You shared a look with her, yours incredulous, hers unapologetic. She shrugged.

Derek looked between the two of them. “I’m sensing that I’m not your type, Emily.”

They both looked at you. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, averting your gaze. “Fuck both of you. I’m going to sleep.”

You turned away, walking to the stairs. Emily caught up with you, Morgan staying back by the bar.

“So my laugh isn’t working in my favor anymore?” She asked.

You think she existed to torture you.

“You ever going to let that go?” You asked her, exasperated. You began ascending the stairs, Emily still on your tail. That’s good because you don’t think you could handle her looking at you with those eyes yet again.

“No.”

Always so certain, so confident, so sure of herself that she could convince any one of anything. She could tell you that the sky was falling and you would believe her without a doubt. You just hope she never starts a cult. She could talk her way out of that too.

“Do you do this on purpose?” You asked her, stepping onto the floor of your hotel room. You walked down the hall. Emily had graduated from walking behind you to by your side again.

“Do what?”

“Nothing—doesn’t matter.” You say it too fast, stopping her from digging any further. There’s no question of whether or not she knows what you meant, you know she does, but suddenly the question doesn’t seem worth it. Worth the confrontation of your feelings for her.

You stopped at your door, hearing Emily stop beside you.

“You never let me answer.” She points out. “You afraid of what I might say?”

“What?” You asked. Your mind was too preoccupied with trying to unravel the enigma that is Emily Prentiss and her actions. She was always three steps ahead, and you were four behind.

“Are you afraid of what I might say?” She repeated.

You’d be lying if you said no. No matter what she said, yes or no, it’d all be more complicated than you’d bargained for.

… but she holds all the power. Again, she’s the owner tugging you along on her leash. She could’ve made a real move. She hasn’t, though.

And just like that, you’re just one step ahead.

“No, Emily, are you afraid of what I might say? You could’ve done whatever you want to—could’ve made a real move… but you haven’t.”

She falters, you’re stronger than ever.

“So, tell me.”

But then her smirk comes back. She takes a step closer, like she’s closing in on her prey.

You were naive to think you’d ever have the upper hand with her. Emily is strategic, never thrown off by much. This is her home field.

“You think I’m the one holding back?” She scoffed, a smug grin growing on her face. “You’ve been staring all night.”

Your confidence falters and— unlike hers— yours doesn’t bounce back.

“You are…” you struggled to find any words to describe her. She’s just so unique, so indescribable, so hard to understand. “You are something else.”

You dug your key out of your pocket, unlocking your hotel door after.

“I will give you a taste of your own medicine someday.” You added.

“When’s that?” She leaned on the doorframe as you walked in.

“A day.”

“What day?”

“Whatever day I can find it in myself to stand you.”

She chuckled. “You do more than just stand me— I think you might even,” her voice dropped to a whisper. She glanced from side to side for effect. “Like me.”

You rolled your eyes, but that smile betrayed your feelings.

“Sleep tight.” She ends it off. She lingers a moment, waiting for you to do something, but when you just stand there speechless, she smirks. She backs up, slowly, giving you a chance.

She doesn’t get to leave and control this.

“You’re really cocky for someone who hasn’t asked for my number.”

“You offering?”

Okay, not cool. She isn’t supposed to reply. How do you even flirt with someone like her— god, you hate her and love her all the same time.

“You’d—you’d probably just profile my area code.” You stuttered out. You weren’t as smooth as her by a long shot.

She doesn’t say another word. She just walks off again.

Dude, what the fuck?

You walk back into your hotel room, not even bothering to take off your shoes before your face plant into the bed. “‘You’d probably just profile my area code’— no, not even that, it was, ‘you’d- you’d- you’d probably just profile my area code— I’m such a loser.” You groaned, hitting your head against the mattress.

Real smooth.

I know no one will probably see this but thanks for so much love on my fic! I see every interaction and I’m so grateful for it ❤️ (also, would anyone read a part two?)

Prompt: literally just thought of the cutest emily x reader fic ever omg. (idk if someone has already made this but—) imagine like the team wants to leave early for a team night or something, but no one wants to be the one to ask emily. (chief era emily) They know she never says no to (reader), so they send them to go ask her, and boom team night happens early😇😇

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A/N: this whole authors note is just one big yapping session, read it if you want to. Okay so full disclosure i have not seen criminal minds up to this part (i only watched up to season 6 because I got so mad when Prentiss left) so I watched one episode of season 13— which I don’t even know if Emily is unit chief in tbh— in preparation and tried my hardest. Also I haven’t written in so long (or watched criminal minds in a while) so this might be soooo out of character. Also, this isn’t proofread😭

Her Favorite

Emily Prentiss x reader

No warnings! This is all just fluff :)

“I think if I stare at this paperwork for any longer I might implode.” You said, abruptly breaking the silence.

It was a slow, slow paperwork day. You don’t want someone to die just for you to get out of this damn office, but if it happened, you wouldn’t be completely opposed to it. But mostly you just wanted to go home.

“I second that,” Derek said, turning his chair away from the desk behind you to face you. “Drinks?”

“I would kill to leave early to go to the bar.” Alvez replied.

You scoffed. “Like Emily would ever agree to letting us leave early.”

The rest of the team in the bullpen turned to look at you.

“What?”

“Emily tends to say ‘yes’ to you more often than anyone else.” Spencer joined the conversation.

Your cheeks burned at that. Does she, really? Knowing that she favors you out of everything else makes you preen at the thought.

Everyone knows about your tiny (so gigantic that words can’t possibly describe it) crush on Prentiss. You have all the subtly of a train, honestly.

“She wouldn’t agree to it just because I asked.” You reasoned, but you did like the idea that she would.

“Go try and ask your girl, Y/L/N.” Morgan suggested, an arrogant grin on his face.

You knew he just said that hoping that you would try and prove him wrong— and get him out of work in the process— but you had to test it. Damn profilers.

“Not my girl— but yeah, I’ll ask.” You stood up, pushed your chair in, and walking up the stairs towards Emily’s office.

You stopped by Garcia’s office, knocking twice before opening up the door and popping your head in. “Hey, Pen, you down to get some drinks with the team?”

“Who’s asking Prentiss? She loves to be downer— oo, she’ll say yes if you ask!”

“Jesus, what is up with that? She would say ‘no’, doesn’t matter who asks.” You argued, that familiar burn in your cheeks flaring up again.

“Oh, my poor, poor, oblivious friend.”

With a sigh you closed the door and continued your walk to Emily’s office.

Again, you knocked twice on Emily’s door, and opened the door, following a brief, “come in”, from Emily.

“Hey chief, the team was hoping to leave a bit early so we could go for drinks.” You said.

She paused in her task of completing her paperwork, her pen stilling. Her mouth was opened in preparation to say ‘no’, but when she looked up at you she faltered.

You attempted to lean against the doorframe, but you were an inch off and just ended up stumbling.

She chuckled and nodded her head, a soft smile on her face. “This once. Don’t get used to it.” She tried to sound stern, but it didn’t quite work— you wouldn’t tell her that, though.

“Leave with us in ten?”

“I’ll meet you guys there.”

You left the room, closing the door behind you.

You stood there a second, a stupid, lovesick smile on your face at the realization that she was going to say ‘no’ but she didn’t because it was you.

“I take it she said ‘yes’?” Morgan yelled up to you, an even worse shit eating grin on his face.

“Shut up, Morgan.”

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Thank you for the prompt! I haven’t written in so long, I loved this, and it inspired me to start watching criminal minds again. Hope you like it, sorry if you don’t.

should I just start writing oneshots and make this a fic account

just a thought.......