#Emily Askin

[waywardxwords]

The Fix - Epilogue

Summary: Everyone has a past, but yours seemed to haunt you. You've tried to move forward with a normal life, but the day comes when that's not possible anymore. When Sheriff Beau Arlen enters your life, you're certain he is going to judge you just like everyone else in town does. But something about Beau is different.

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: Slight language, nothing serious. Fluff!

“Mama! Emily said she’d help me build a snowman. Can I go?” Bailey tugged on her mittens and her winter hat, knowing your instructions before braving the bitter air. 

A small laugh tumbled through your lips as you nodded. “Hold on, let me zip you up,” you set down your mug of tea and knelt in front of her before you grasped the metal zipper. “You remember the rules?” You prompted her. 

“Stay close where you can see,” she recited with a proud grin. 

“Good,” you kissed her cheek and nodded towards the door with approval. She bolted past you with a quick, ‘Thanks, Mama!’ over her shoulder. 

You pulled yourself back to your feet and reached for your own winter coat. After you were prepared for the bitter December wind, you grabbed your mug and headed out to the porch to greet Beau as he walked up the path. 

He ruffled Bailey’s hat a bit as she hurried past, but stopped her to straighten it out so it would cover her ears. 

“Hey, handsome,” you chimed from the front door. His gaze found yours and a wide smile pulled across his lips. 

“Hiya, darlin’,” he crooned. 

It had been two months since Jackson had been arrested and made a deal with the FBI. He was still in FBI custody, but that hadn’t brought you much peace. 

Beau had gone out immediately and purchased trail cameras for every corner of your home, and out on the property as well. He had also insisted you practice firearm training (though you had to admit, it was hard at first but you didn’t mind the closeness to Beau that came along with it). 

Beau ended up crashing at your house nine times out of ten. He said it was safer, and he wouldn’t sleep well if he wasn’t there. You thought back to the first night Beau ended up in your bed. 

“It’s late, darlin’,” Beau had glanced at the watch on his wrist as he stifled a yawn. His eyes were hazy and reddened. 

Your teeth found the inside of your bottom lip as you processed the thoughts that drifted through your brain. “I know, I just like talking to you.”

A chuckle fell from his lips. “I like talkin’ to you, too. But we both need sleep.” He had stood and started to gather the pillows and blankets you had grabbed for his make-shift bed on your sofa. 

“You can’t possibly get good sleep out here on the couch,” you toyed with the idea—it was like putting out a bone and seeing if he would take it. His eyes landed on you and he watched you closely. 

“Do you have a guest bedroom you haven’t told me about?” Damn, he was really going to make you work for it. Heat had risen in your cheeks and you stumbled over some ‘uh's��� and there was an ‘um’ in there, somewhere. Beau chuckled again. “Are you askin’ me to sleep in your bed, darlin’?” The gruffness of his voice made your entire body shiver. 

After a brief pause, your voice was almost a whisper. “Would you want to sleep in my bed, Beau?”

A smile pulled at the corners of his lips. “I’d like that, if you’d like that, too,” his tone matched yours. 

“What’re you thinkin’ about, darlin’?” Beau’s drawl interrupted your memories as you both sat in rocking chairs watching your daughters build a snowman. Your eyes found his and you smiled. 

“Just how we’ve gotten here. If you had told me this would be my life two months ago, I wouldn’t have believed you,” the cold air stung your eyes as tears had formed. With a glove covered hand, you quickly reached up to push them away. 

Beau had somehow gotten used to your emotions, but he still watched you carefully. “Are you happy? With life, and how things are, I mean?” He asked carefully. 

“Beau Arlen, you should absolutely know the answer to that,” you reached out to brush the side of his face. “I have truly never been happier.” You paused as he reached out to hold your hand in his. “Are you happy? I know we were kinda thrown into this world we’re living in…it’s not necessarily something you signed up for.”

He leaned towards you and you felt his lips against yours. “Darlin’,” he breathed. “I would sign up for this life with you and Bailey every day over again.” You kissed him once more. Beau pulled back for a moment and shuffled through his coat pocket as you heard the buzz from his vibrating cell phone. “One sec, sweetheart.” He pushed the phone to his ear as he answered. “Sheriff Arlen,” he said–the sweetness to his tone dissipated. 

In the two months you had been with Beau, you found it hard to ignore his work calls. Most of the time he got a call to assist with a car accident, or maybe a wellness check on an elderly neighbor. But you could never be certain–you always held your breath in case he got the call; the one where you would find out that Jackson was being released.

Beau stood from his spot on the rocking chair and began to pace, that was your first sign that this was a more serious call. And then his eyes landed on you. When he realized you were studying him, he looked away almost instantly. This call was most certainly about you–or about Jackson, rather.

“Alright, that’s good,” he spoke carefully as he paced. “What’s that mean for…for uh, for the victims?” His eyes wanted to look at you but he couldn’t just yet. You tried to stay calmly seated on the rocking chair, but no longer could. You stood to your feet and glanced back at Emily and Bailey, as if looking away for a second would bring harm to one of them. After a much longer pause than you thought necessary, Beau’s feet stopped pacing and he stood with his back to you. “You’re kiddin’ me,” he breathed. You couldn’t tell yet if that was good or bad–you assumed bad. “Well, damn.” His breath fogged around him and there was a slight chuckle to his words and tone. A chuckle? You wanted to scream out and ask him what that meant, but you knew you had to be calm.

He turned back to look at you again, this time a wide smile on his lips. “Ya know what, Matt Donahue?” Beau’s grin practically touched his ears, and now you had confirmation this call was about your case, as Matt was the FBI agent working it. “You’re not a son-of-a-bitch after all…” he trailed off with a laugh as he stepped towards you. The phone was still pressed to his ear as he listened. “Yeah, yeah, I hope I never see you again, too.” He laughed. “But hey, thanks…thanks a lot.”

He pulled the phone away and ended the call.

“My heart feels like it’s about to explode, please tell me what’s happening,” you breathed as Beau gripped your hands in his just as he stood before you.

“They caught the last drug boss, he’s in the FBI’s custody as we speak,” Beau started. You wanted to urge him to continue.

“So Jackson gets released?” Your heart had already sunk down the confines of your rib cage and into the pit of your stomach; you couldn’t understand how Beau was excited about this.

Beau shook his head from side to side, a gleam of happiness in his eyes. “When the FBI made this deal with Jackson, they had only charged him with kidnapping, felony gun possession and drug trafficking. They didn’t charge him with attempted murder of a law enforcement officer.” He began to explain. You weren’t following. “So the deal was only good for the charges he faced at the time. And just now, the DA charged him with attempted murder of a law enforcement officer. He can’t make a deal on that.” 

Beau waited a minute for it to set in. “So…he’s not getting released?” The words were soft but he heard them.

“He’s not gettin’ released,” Beau confirmed with a smile. You blinked as you processed. “It’s a little bit of a shady practice, but for once, I don’t feel bad about it. We’ll get to prosecute him here in Big Sky. We can’t bring up anything he made a deal on, but attempted on a LEO is a big deal. Dependin’ on if they can charge him with first or second, we’re lookin’ at a minimum of thirty years in prison, sweetheart.”

It felt like you might fall over as your knees weakened. Beau seemed to recognize that as he led you back to the rocking chair. After blinking a few more times, your gaze found Emily and Bailey laughing in the snow as they tied a scarf just below their snowman’s head. The feeling of Beau’s calloused fingertips on your cheek brought you back into the moment.

“Hey,” he breathed with a smile, and for a second, you thought you saw his eyes glaze over. “He’s never gonna hurt you again. He’s never gonna be near Bailey again. This seals it.”

You finally managed to speak. “I, uh, I guess you can go home now.” You laughed half-heartedly as you sniffled–partially from the cold but mostly from the emotion that had overcome you at that point.

“I’d really like to be here, with you and Bailey. If that’s alright with you…” his voice warmed your chest as he spoke, but all you could muster was a nod to refrain from sobbing.

Beau pulled you tightly to his chest and you held on as if your life depended on it; and in that moment, it felt like it did.

That night, after Bailey had gone to bed, Beau had turned on the radio to an old FM station that played smooth jazz and alternative rock, two sounds that neither of you hardly ever listened to. But when the soft piano started to play, he held his hand out for you to take.

You couldn’t help but laugh–while you hadn’t shared the reason for your excitement with Bailey or Emily, the two of you had relished in the feeling together. You could see it in the way you looked at each other all night over dinner, or the way Beau had built a pillow fort with Bailey after Emily headed out to meet a friend at the movie theater, and in the way he had pulled you to him before you put Bailey to bed and kissed you like everything was right in the world.

And now you felt it in the way his left hand held your right, and his other hand found the small of your back. Your head moved to his shoulder and found comfort in the crook of his neck as the two of you slow-danced in the middle of your kitchen to the soft sounds you finally recognized as Coldplay.

“Coldplay? Really?” You practically snorted as you pulled your head from his shoulder.

“Shh,” he hushed you playfully. “It’s a good song, alright?”

“Mr. Arlen, I didn’t think you listened to anything that didn’t have a banjo in the background–or foreground, for that matter,” you laughed. You had done a lot of that this evening–laugh, that is. 

“Alright, alright,” he grumbled. “You gonna let me spin you around this kitchen? I can always put somethin’ with a banjo on…” he threatened.

“No, no,” you quickly hushed with a giggle. “I’ll shut up…”

He returned his focus to spinning you around the kitchen, just as promised. Every time he pulled you back to his chest, his lips left a gentle kiss on your hairline.

You couldn’t help but watch him as you listened to the lyrics. Before you could be too overcome with emotion, your lips found his. When you had met Beau Arlen, you were two partially broken people. And somehow, someway–you had managed to put yourselves back together, and you were grateful for this new beginning.

Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you.

AHH, okay - so - I apologize. I realize it is not Wednesday, lol. I really, really struggled with this epilogue. I actually ended up wiping the entire thing on Wednesday and re-writing it because I just wasn't happy with it. I hope this wraps everything up nicely with a pretty bow for you.

I really struggled with the whole "let's be sneaky and screw Jackson on a deal" thing, because honesty and integrity are really important to me. But then I remembered how shitty of a human Jackson is (as a reminder: he beat his wife on the regular, he was trafficking drugs that kill people every day, he shot MO [one of the most beloved deputies with a kind heart and soul], kidnapped his kid, held Beau and his ex-wife at gun point, etc.) and decided to run with it. I hope you don't hate it?

Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU to all of you for reading, reblogging, liking and commenting on this series. It has really brought me so much joy to read what you all think and over the last month or so. While this is the end of the series, I hope to come back with some one shots associated with these characters in the future.

And with that, this series is COMPLETE!

*Song is "Fix You" by Coldplay

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[all-time-sleepy]

//another Emily fan art

//she trippin balls askin for that gn kiss

[oneshotnewbie]

hiya! are u gonna post any cm fics soon? i think a while back u said u had two waiting 2 be posted and ive been so eager to read 1 lol but i was js hoping u r gonna have 1 out soon i hope i dont sound rude or anything by me askin! ❣️

Authors note: Comes in two parts because I wrote too much again, sorry! ♥ The second part is coming out this evening because I have to go to university now and I'm already late anyway.

Summary: You never thought you'd end up with the person you've had feelings for since day one. But it happened, and in that time, you learned more about yourself than you had in all your years on Earth. She swore to you that from now on she would always be by your side, but as fate would have it, it took her away from you and instead of a wedding, there was only a funeral service.

ᕚ---ᕘ

The sound of the wind rattling against the window of your cold bedroom had jolted you out of your thoughts. A short gust of wind passed through the small room in your apartment, the door of which was opened briefly and let you froze, a cold shiver pattering down your back.

With your eyes closed, you listened to the howling and whistling- it was not uncomfortable and you had gotten used to it in the last few lonely weeks. The apartment no longer felt like home during these several long and painful days.

You cocked your head to the side, your gaze wandering to the figure standing tightly in the doorway, not moving an inch from their firm stand. You were sure, through your teary vision, that it was JJ; she had promised that she would come to you earlier and would be with you so that you were not alone.

Sighing, you turned back to the window, staring out at the gray and overcast weather; appropriate for this day. Morgan and Garcia would definitely show up soon, too. You smiled at the thought of the blonde urging Morgan to get up earlier than necessary-if they could get any sleep at all but it passed quickly as your thoughts fell back to your murdered fiancee.

"So this is how it ends, huh?" you whispered, your voice thick from the many tears that you had last cried into the pillow. "You fall in love, do not think you will ever get together with that person but it happens and then they are just..gone? Just ripped out of your heart and life like that?" you snapped your fingers to reinforce your statement, more tears welling up in your eyes.

The blonde moved a little closer to you, her arms wrapped gently around your waist while her head lolled on your shoulder. JJ´s hand sauntered down your arm to your hand, her fingers dancing on the back of your hand before your fingers tangled and she gripped it tightly. Tears streamed down your thin face and you pressed your lips together to stifle a sob.

"Sometimes, it is the course of life" she said quietly and pulled you with her onto the nearby bed, holding you comfortingly in her arms and catching your tears as they fell, wordless and unhindered.

Jennifer knew you had more to deal with than she or any of Emily Prentiss´s friends. Today, however, would take you a first step in the right direction to process what happened and to accept the grief. She was happy that you were willing to put the past to rest and process the loss of your fiancee by attempting her funeral.

After last meeting you, you had been going through a rough time. Closing yourself off from the team and her, even quitting your job. It was almost unbearable for the blonde to see you so devastated and desperate with no doubt certain that you would not set a foot into the graveyard.

She knew how you felt, having already buried many of her own people, and yet she was glad to think that she could catch you when you fell after her best friends death, just like JJ promised the raven haired woman before her passing.

The clouds hung darker and lower in the sky than they were a few minutes ago, largely reflecting your mood and emotions. Jennifer slowly turned her head to look at your sunken and sallow face, then sighed. "Are you ready?"

"I will never be ready for that, so we should just do it" JJ nodded in agreement. She knew you were right, could imagine how difficult this was for you. But she was sure that you would make up your mind afterwards and would feel better, relieved.

You would be able to wrap up, process your grief, after several long weeks of missing her. And you would always have a place to go whenever you felt like talking to her.

Grabbing the blondes hand tightly and squeezing it briefly, you both stood up at the same time and left the small room. Downstairs, everyone of your team already waited for you. The whole team was looking at you expectantly, Penelope already stretching her arms out to you in an uncertain gesture.

Clearing your throat, you broke away from the blonde and took a deep breath before falling into her arms. "My Sugarplum," gentle kisses graced your cheek while warm arms wrapped around you tightly, finger faintly drawing traces on your back. "Thank you for being here, I-"

Garcia gently placed a finger on your dry lips and shook her head; you did not have to keep talking, it was natural for everyone to support you. With a nod in understanding of her gesture, she solicitous wrapped an arm around your waist while JJ´s fingers interlaced with yours once again.

[lettherebemonsters]

would u agree that like, lute has a lot more respect for Sera than Emily? Askin this cause u said shes made her position on the seraphim clear. And like i agree but in my opinion, I feel like she totally opposes Emily and her views, but definitely holds Sera at a high view, constantly being very formal around her and stuff and addressing her as “your highness” meanwhile with emily she just does NOT give a fuck LOL

Oh definitely. Sera is basically the queen of Heaven and is the supreme leader of everything. So she can literally throw you out just because she doesn't like the way you dress. But a lot of the beliefs Adam and his Exorcists have are BECAUSE of Sera.

Adam wants to impress her so much he's willing to do ANYTHING to get her to listen, and Lute follows suit since monkey see, monkey do. Emily on the other hand is VERY spoiled and VERY immature. She screams that she isn't a kid but then acts like a child and throws temper tantrums.

It's why I don't get WHY Lute should be shipped with Emily? They're as diametrically opposed as Adam and Charlie are.

[smallishimps]

ya need any help with emily? i remember ya askin'

☆ striker

ignore my main acc please-

ummms....Papa foun out...ans she wunned offf...

I canns fin hewr!!!!!!!

[probsnothawkeye]

The grotto server got me writing small fics again so woe! Grotto/woe.begone crossover be upon ye

Matt knew that he shouldn't go back to the caves. He knew that. His body was wrecked, his finger was missing, he was lying to David–

“Woah there, pard,” a voice, gruff and low and accented, one he didn't recognize, said suddenly. “Take some deep breaths for me, alright? That's it, pilgrim, just match my breathing.” Matt opened his eyes– when had he closed them again?– to see a man in a cowboy hat standing beside his bed. The confusion must have been evident on his face, as the man just gave a small chuckle. “The name's Michael. I'm going to be helping with your physical therapy.”

“Are you really a cowboy?” Matt found himself blurting out, not wanting to focus on the pain in his body or heart so focusing on the cowboy hat instead. “I feel like this is one of those things you have to disclose. Otherwise it's entrapment. Cowboy entrapment.”

Michael let out another laugh. “Do you reckon I'd be wearin’ the hat if I weren't a cowboy?”

“It could be very dedicated cosplay.”

“I think we'll get along just fine, pard. Now come on, I'm gonna be teaching you some stretches today which should help with some of the soreness that I'm sure being cooped up in here has caused.”

That was how it started. Every week, Matt would have a physical therapy appointment with Michael– the man somehow maintaining his cowboy hat even when doing stretches lying down. Michael was… Matt wasn't really sure what Michael was, but the stretches were helping and he was starting to get used to the missing finger.

“So what happened to it anyway?” Michael asked one day, gesturing at Matt's hand. “And don't try to give me the same story you told the docs. I ain't enough of a fool to let you convince me that this was the result of you getting jumped.”

“You wouldn't believe me if I told you what happened,” Matt said, feeling like the most cliche of characters in a movie but not even caring. Michael *wouldn't* believe him; how could anyone believe that Matt cut off his finger because he thought it would appease the supernatural beings in the Grotto and let him speak to Emily? The only thing that could come from this would be Michael getting Matt hospitalized *again* and Matt didn't want to go back to the hospital.

“You'd be surprised what I can believe, pard. I promise I won't go runnin’ to the docs, I ain't a narc. I just wanna help, Matt. Whatever way I can.”

Something about his words had Matt spilling his guts, the same way he did to the person in the cave.

“So you cut off your finger to try an’ talk to her again?”

“Yeah.”

“Did it work?”

“...No.” It was hard for Matt to admit that, hard for him to accept that he had done himself bodily harm and for *what*? He didn't even get to talk to Emily. All he did was lose a finger and terrify David.

“If’n you don't mind me askin’, why the ring finger?” Michael asked, pulling Matt out of his mind.

“I'm hardly gonna need it anyway. The only one I could see myself marrying was her and… And she's gone.”

Michael hummed thoughtfully at that. “Well, pard, the way I see it you've got yourself two options. You can continue wallowing’ in misery an’ refuse to move forward with your life. This will likely lead to you dead in a ditch– or a cave, given your track record– before the year is out. An’ you might think that's the option to take, might think that nobody’d miss you anyhow. But I've seen that boy who drops you off an’ I can tell you for a fact he'd miss you. And he leads me to option two: let the people in your life help you so you can move on. I ain't sayin’ you need to forget Emily, but you don't need to die for her just cos she’s dead. Don't you think she'd rather you live for her instead?”

For the first time in a long time, Matt thought about his future. It felt like it had slipped away with Emily and Michael was right, Matt was diving head first into an early grave just because she was gone. But she wouldn't want that for him. If she had been the one who lived, she'd be doing things to get her life back on track, not almost getting herself killed in caves. She'd let him go, not because she didn't love him but because she loved him enough to keep living.

And he could do that too.

“Does all this wisdom come with the hat or did you stumble upon it yourself?”

“I've been around more kinds of scenarios than you'd imagine, pard,” Michael said, patting Matt on the back. “I've made it out alive an’ you can too.”

“Yeah,” Matt said, catching sight of David in the waiting room through the small window on the door. “Yeah, I can too.”

[dontsh0vethesun]

I just wanna say that one thing I love about emily is how she's always freaking tits out, like yes girl give us the lowest neckline you can find, give us all the boobs 🤲🏻

fr we’re all like oliver twist askin for more boob

🤲

plz em give more boob

[reiiishii]

And I'm askin', "Why, Lord?" "This is no way to die, Lord!"

[angelic-cosm]

Angelic Cosm Playlist

Rhea- The Ballad of Jane Doe

And I'm askin', "Why, Lord?

If this is how I die, Lord

Why be left with no family

And no friends?"

I've got no celebration

Just this consolation

Time eats all these children in the end

Jadie- Blow My Brains Out

Lucky is she, who lives unaware

Who doesn't get bothered by those who don't care

Lucky is she, who lives unaware

Who doesn't get bothered by all that's unfair

Unlucky me, who knows way too much

Who fights to make changes and music and such

Unlucky me, aware of the pain

All 'cause I happen to have some brain

Ashlynn- Unsweetened Lemonade

I fucked the reaper cause I knew

My time was coming can't you see

I was either gonna die

At 12 or 90-fucking-3

I'd do anything for twenty bucks

I'd sell my sour soul

Cause lemonade is bitter till you

Sweeten up the bowl

And I'm sitting in the bathroom

I'm crying citrus tears

Everything I used to love

Decayed over the years

[talesofourworlds]

"Oh, sure," Raven answered. "We gotta know how ta protect ourselves if we're wanderin' around Terca Lumireis." Usually he did so unaccompanied anyway, unless he was tasked on going on a special mission from the Don. Or even from Alexei. It depended on which 'hat' he was wearing for the day.

"I mean, it's either fendin' or yerself or askin' a guild ta help ya out. I know most folks don't look too kindly on guild folk, though," he said. Not him. He was welcoming of guild types without question because he was one. However, he still hadn't told Emily that part about himself. He didn't know how she felt about guild people just yet. It was better to play it safe until he did. Hence the continuation of the vagabond identity. Better to let Emily believe he just traveled around and didn't have ties to any particular group.

The smirk coupled with the reminder of the lost map could have called for dramatics, but Raven decided to leave it alone. He just laughed a little. He could do much worse things than that, but in this instance? When he didn't want to cause problems on purpose? It was better not to.

"You can say that again," Raven answered. "Trust me. We're gonna be just fine even without a map. I'm actually startin' ta recognize some'a the terrain." He'd been in this forested area before. He continued to walk ahead, looking for a spot to set up camp whenever they needed it. It still was pretty light out, but the sooner they had a base the better. Just in case.

"But hey. Don't you worry 'bout bein' a burden. You're anything but that."

"I mean, I have dresses with only one layer, but I'm pretty sure being spared of embarrassment of it being torn and showing more than I'm comfortable with is better for me. Especially since the gear is comfortable." She did have a small knife on her. Her father was once a knight, she knew how to fight but she never got a blastia. So the most it would do is help her defend until she could run.

"I take it that's a part of being a wandering Vagabond?" She asked in reference to him boasting about his know-how. She had to admit, if she were with any knight that wasn't Cumore, Schwann or Flynn she would figure she's screwed. But those were also the only knights she really was even aware of.

"Well, hopefully, we don't get a dozen to fend off. I don't want to feel like a burden for you." She also didn't want him to get too tired. If his stamina was shot then that was bad. Very bad. Though she smiled softly when he asked if she was having fun.

"I am actually. Sure you lost the map, but hey if that's the worst thing you do, then all is well that ends well yes?" She asked with a smirk.

[bergoozter]

cue the existential crisis

[cilginfizikcilervbi]

Bilim Kadını Emily ile Aşk Üzerine

Bilim Kadını Emily ile Aşk Üzerine

Bilim Kadını Emily ile Aşk Üzerine

İnsanoğlunun varoluşundan beri, aşk hep bir problemdir. Aşk nedir Emily?

Bu soruyu sorduğum da, uzaklara doğru dalarak gülümsüyor. Ah çocuğum, diye başladığı sözlerine, kendinden gayet emin bir ses tonuyla, ” Gerçeği duymak, çoğu insanın işine gelmeyecektir. Aşk, öyle ilk bakışta yakalanacak, kimya ile yoğrulmuş bir şey değildir. O ilk bakışta yakalanan cinsel…

[dyrwoodan]

would y’all be mad if i made another dh oc though

[shit-villagers-say]

i still have 45 minutes at work but I just wanna play my time at Portia

[somnusvincitomnia]

Similar

My character must confess in 3s

Similar: Three members of the same sex they find attractive.

Do… do I have to- Come on. 

……

…………….

…. Gladio, Prompto, Ignis. Next. 

[cadiacore]

26, 36, 58

26: I’m craving oreo cheesecake so bad 🥺😂

36: honestly if you you hurt me enough then no I don’t give out second chances easily but if it’s something minor than I do.

58: I love rainy and windy days. I love when the temperature is around 60 degrees or 65 ❤️ that’s the perfect cozy weather for me.