#momily!!!!!

[emilys-bangs]

kisses, kisses, kisses | e.p

Tags: established relationship, pure fluff, mom!emily, no use of yn, use of petnames

Summary: Your daughter doesn't believe Emily kisses her goodbye before work. Emily finds a way to convince her.

Word count: 1.3k

Emily is sitting at her desk, frowning at her computer when the sound of her phone ringing pulls her out of her misery. She grabs it, the scrunch between her brows loosening when she finds your name at the top of the screen, a picture of you and Eloise smiling up at her and causing her to smile in turn as she accepts the call.

“Hi honey—”

“Mommy!” 

Emily brightens, instinctively lowering the volume on her phone. “Hi Eloise,” she laughs, her eyes dropping to the time on her laptop. 9:43. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

“No.” Her daughter says.

“No?” Emily’s brows furrow. Her heart sinks, her brain already working in overtime to find a way to fix whatever it is that needs fixing. “Why not, chérie? Did you have a bad—”

“Mommy didn’t kiss me goodbye.” Eloise interrupts again, the sulk audible in her voice. Emily can almost imagine her pouted lips, the downward slope of her lashes. In the background, she hears your quiet laugh.

The tightness in her chest eases, and she takes in a quick, relived breath. “I kissed you goodbye, honey, you just didn’t feel it ’cause you were asleep.” Emily placates, her frown overtaken by a soft smile.

“If I didn’t feel it, means you didn’t do it.” Eloise says stubbornly. She’s every inch her mother, even at four and a half.

“Bug, Mommy always kisses you goodbye. I kissed you this morning, cross my heart.” She promises to the silence on the other end of the phone. Eloise stays quiet, her disbelief palpable even from a distance. Emily gently nudges further. “Did you know that if I don’t kiss you goodbye, I have a bad day?”

“But…but didn’t feel it.” She whines. Her voice is dejected, and Emily almost sees the shine to her sad puppy dog eyes.

“It’s because you were tired, honey,” Emily hears you soothe from the other end, your voice distant and soft. “Mommy was being careful not to wake you up.”

“Yeah,” Emily confirms. “Sergio can vouch for me, Eloise.” She says, ignoring the dumbfounded look Morgan throws her way.

“Wha’s that mean?” Eloise grumbles.

Emily chews on her lip to stifle a laugh. It gets trapped in her chest; by the time she gets it under control the silence has stretched on too long, and you answer in her stead. 

“It means he can tell you he saw Mommy giving you a kiss.”

Eloise huffs frustratedly. “Sergio can’t talk,” she mumbles.

“I can,” you say, a cheerful tone to your voice as you try to convince your daughter. “I personally saw Mommy kiss you goodbye. She kissed both your little cheeks,”—a giggle sounds through the phone, likely as you pinch said little cheeks—“and your cute forehead.”

“That’s true, Eloise. And you know we don’t lie, right?” Emily says, jiggling her mouse in a zigzag to stop her computer screen from darkening to black. It’s 9:58 now, and she furtively tosses a glance to Hotch’s office window.

The blinds are closed. Good news for her, right?

A low sigh reaches her through the phone. Emily also hears some secretive whispering, the creak of Eloise’s bedsprings and the soft call of Sergio’s attention-seeking meow. Then, “Can I have a kiss now, Mommy?”

The hopefulness in her voice breaks Emily’s heart. She winces, briefly closing her eyes and wishing she was back home with the two of you, instead of in the cold confines of the bullpen.

Nevertheless, she opens her eyes before the silence stretches on, ignoring her teammates as she gives her daughter a kiss through the phone and promises her a real one when she gets home.

___

“Sure you’re going to the BAU, not the club?” You tease as you watch Emily layer on her lipstick. She rolls her eyes and continues to trace it on her lips, careful but firm.

“I’ll wipe some of it off,” she says, capping the lipstick when she’s satisfied. 

“Just don’t kiss me with that clown mouth,” you grin as you follow her out of your bedroom and into Eloise’s, the sound of her heels muffled on the carpeted floor.

“I’m only kissing one person right now,” she whispers, not sparing you a glance as she carefully crouches down next to Eloise’s bed, “and it’s not you.” Emily smiles as she brushes away some of Eloise’s bed head away from her forehead, the bangs she’d insisted on getting to match with hers hanging above her eyes. She gently exposes the soft skin of her daughter’s forehead and leans over to kiss it.

Eloise doesn’t stir, even when Emily’s hair falls against her shoulder. She carries on sleeping, her stuffed teddy clutched in her arm as Emily presses another small kiss to her cheek. The faint imprint of her lips is left behind on Eloise’s skin, physical evidence of Emily’s love. She can’t help herself but lean over to kiss the other cheek too, quietly breathing in her daughter for precious few seconds before she stands up.

The sight of Eloise’s small face covered in kisses makes her crack a grin. “Don’t think she can accuse me of anything now, do you?” She asks quietly as she turns to you. Your arms are crossed over your chest, lips pressed together to hide the smile that wants to escape.

You shake your head, pulling her in by her belt loops and steadying her with an arm around her waist when she stumbles.

Emily’s eyes gleam. “Thought you didn’t want to kiss me,” she whispers, a skip in her pulse when your eyes drop to her lips, “with—what did you call it? My clown mouth.”

“Never believe anything I say at 8 in the morning.” You say just as quietly, giving her a peck before you drag her out of Eloise’s bedroom.

___

This time, when her phone rings around the same time as yesterday, Emily anticipates the caller on the other end of the line.

“Hi Mommy!” Eloise chirps when she accepts the call.

“Hi, baby.” The smile is already there across her lips, matching dimples on mother and daughter cheeks that they don’t try to hold back.

“Saw your kisses,” she giggles.

“Did you like them? I told you I never leave without kissing you goodbye.”

“So y’not gonna have a bad day today.” 

Emily smiles. “I won’t,” she says, and it sounds like a vow. “Now you’ve seen them, you gotta wipe them off before you go to preschool, alright?”

“Nope!” Eloise says. “I’ll keep ’em.”

“Eloise—”

“Well, that didn’t go as expected,” your voice comes through, amused and clear in Emily’s ear.

She pinches the bridge of her nose, her eyes screwing shut. “Please wipe them off.” She pleads.

“I’ll try. She is your daughter, after all, and we know she didn’t get her stubbornness from me.”

“I’m going with Mommy’s kisses!” Eloise chirps.

“She’s going with Mommy’s kisses,” you repeat solemnly.

“She’s not,” Emily says, but even as she protests, her heart slowly starts to grow warm at the thought of her daughter wanting to keep the proof of her love on her skin. Wanting to keep her with her, in any small way she can. “Promise me, babe.” 

Finally, she gets both you and Eloise to promise to wipe the lipstick off—in exchange for more kisses after work. Emily’s shoulders are light as she hangs up the phone, her wide smile growing wider when a message notification pings and she opens up her messages to find a picture of Eloise, happily posing with an impressive bed head, rumpled pajamas, and pink kisses dotting her face.

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[a-timely-problem]

overheard at the BAU

Henry: ...Are you my mom's girlfriend?"

Emily: "What?"

Henry: "Are you?"

Emily: "...your parents are still married"

Henry: "...do my parents know that???"

[emilyprentissluvr]

The Best Day (Emily Prentiss x Reader)

“I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you”

Summary: In which you and Emily end up coaching your daughter's little league soccer team.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.2k

As soon as Emily entered the house, she knew something was wrong. The living room was spotless, the dishes were done, fresh cookies were cooling on the stove, and the smell of her lavender bath salts was permeating from the bathroom upstairs. 

This could mean one of three things. The first was that she had completely forgotten an anniversary. Except for the fact that it was September, and Emily knew the two of you didn't have any anniversaries this month. Thank God it wasn't that, Emily thought. 

The second thing was that you were buttering her up for something. 

The third and most likely option was that you had already done something and were doing all this to soften the blow. 

She heard your soft footsteps come down the stairs before your hands were wrapped around her from behind. 

"Hi honey," Emily smiled as she leaned against you momentarily. Taking in the smell of your shampoo and reveling in the fact that it was a Friday night and she could spend the weekend with her two favorite people. 

"Hi," You answered as you kissed her on the cheek, "I just put Amelia to bed-" You started as the sound of your four-year-old bounding down the stairs interrupted you. 

"Mama!" She yelled excitedly as she collided with Emily's legs. 

You chuckled as you removed your hands from Emily so she could pick up your daughter.

"Hi baby," Emily smiled as she adjusted Amelia onto her hip. "I thought Mommy put you to bed," She said as she tickled the little girl's stomach, causing her to laugh and squirm in Emily's arms. 

"Too excited!" Amelia giggled.

"Too excited for what?" Emily asked, turning to you, but you quickly turned around and pretended to be cleaning something in the already spotless kitchen.

When Emily looked down at  Amelia, the little girl mimed, zipping her lips closed.

Emily followed you behind the counter, leaning her hip against it. "Y/n Prentiss..." Emily trailed on, "What did you do?"

"I made cookies!" You announced, ignoring the question as you picked one up and held it in front of Emily "Chocolate chip, your favorite." 

"You're deflecting," Emily commented as she took a bite out of the cookie. It was delicious, just like everything else you made, but she wasn't going to let that distract her.

"Yeah, Mommy, you're deflecting," Amelia parroted, having no clue what the word meant, but lately, she'd been Emily's shadow. Following her everywhere and copying everything she did, it was honestly the most adorable thing you'd ever seen.

"Fine," You groaned as you let Amelia have a small bite of the cookie before putting it back on the pan. "I may have accidentally agreed to something." You said with a sheepish smile. 

"Uh huh," Emily said, prompting you to continue. This hadn't been the first conversation that had started like this, and it definitely wouldn't be the last.

"So you know Amelia's little league coach, Heidi?" You asked as you started putting all the cookies in a container.

"I do," Emily confirmed. She looked down at Amelia and saw the little girl giggling into her shoulder, so whatever this was, she knew about it. 

"Well, she just got a promotion at work and doesn't have the time to coach anymore." You continued.

"So?" Emily asked, already knowing where this was going.

"So I may have agreed for us to coach Amelia's team." You said, turning around with a guilty but hopeful smile.

"Yay!" Amelia cheered from Emily's arms. You were honestly surprised she was able to keep the secret that long and not blurt it out as soon as she saw Emily. 

"That's right, baby," You said as you lifted her out of your wife's arms. "Aren't you just so excited?!" You asked her, and she clapped happily in your arms. 

Emily looked at the two of you, both staring at you with pleading eyes, and she knew without a doubt that look was her undoing. It was impossible to tell you or Amelia no.

"You two are lucky you're so cute," Emily said with an amused head shake, "When do we start?" She asked.

"Tomorrow's game!" Amelia blurted out, and Emily narrowed her eyes at you, but you knew no malice was behind it.

"Surprise." You joked as you took a few steps closer to Emily and kissed her on the cheek.

"You owe me a lot of coffee tomorrow morning," Emily said seriously as you walked upstairs to put Amelia to bed again.

"Deal."

●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●

It was 8 am the next morning, and the three of you were heading to the soccer field. 

"I did some research last night," Emily said as she drove.

"You did?" You asked humorously, turning toward your wife. You and Emily both had on matching hats and pink coach jerseys. It took some corralling to get Emily to wear it, but as soon as Amelia walked into your room and squealed in excitement about matching with her mom's, Emily was a goner.

"I read up on some gameplays and strategies," Emily continued, and you couldn't help the dopey smile that came to your lips, "You're so cute," You giggled because if there was one thing about Emily, it's that whenever she was all in, she was all in. 

You watched the small blush rise on Emily's cheeks and couldn't help but revel in the fact that you still had this much effect on her.

You turned toward Amelia in the back seat, "Isn't your Mama just so cute," You asked.

"Yeah!" Amelia giggled excitedly.

"Okay, okay. I get it," Emily said as she pretended to swat at you. You and Amelia seemed to be partners in crime in tearing away at her walls and insecurities, and she couldn't have been happier. 

"Good. Now, what I meant to say was that they're four, so I'm pretty sure all we have to do is make sure no one runs off the field and hand out juice boxes." You said.

"Oh right," Emily said with a sheepish smile, "But if for some reason they turn out to be soccer prodigies, we have a game plan," She continued, and you chuckled in agreement. 

It was 20 minutes later when you made it to the field. You put Emily in charge of helping the kids warm up as you talked to the parents. With you being the one to drop off and pick up Amelia from practice, you knew them better than Emily.

"Alright, when I roll the ball to you, I want you to kick it!" Emily said enthusiastically as she lined up the ten four-year-olds a couple of yards away from the soccer goal. 

Of course, Amelia had volunteered to go first, the little girl had been outspoken and energetic since she'd arrived in the world. It was a trait that Emily had been reprimanded for when she was younger, her mother telling her that young girls were supposed to be passive and quiet. 

But seeing those traits in her daughter made her realize just how wrong her mother was. There was nothing about Amelia that Emily wanted to change. She was perfect the way she was.

"Alright, Amelia, you ready?" Emily asked as she kneeled in front of the goal, a small soccer ball in her hands.

The little girl nodded eagerly, and Emily slowly rolled the ball to her. Amelia kicked it, and it was nowhere near the goal, but Emily still cheered, "Yeah! Good job!" She smiled as Amelia ran toward her and gave her a high five before going to retrieve her soccer ball. 

"You ready, Chloe?!" Emily asked the next girl in line.

By the time all the girls had kicked the ball a couple of times, you jogged over to tell Emily the game was about to start.

You rounded the girls up into a circle for a short meeting before the game started. 

And when Emily heard the words, "The most important thing is to have fun," come out of her mouth, she knew she was a changed woman.

It took a few minutes to get all the girls on the field. "It's like herding a bunch of squirrels," Emily murmured to you as she kept putting the girls back in their spots since they had all tended to wander around.

"I take it we have no soccer prodigies on our hands." You giggled, bumping your hip into Emily's as you walked off the field.

"We were 0 for ten on the warm-up goals. So, maybe next year," Emily commented.

Once the game started, there wasn't much to do except stand on the sidelines and cheer.

Halfway through the game, you put Amelia as the goalie since you wanted the girls to play all the positions.

"Zoe, sweetie, you can't pick the ball up!" You heard Emily yell from beside you. You chuckled as you watched the little redhead run across the field with the ball in her hands before throwing it into the goal.

"Did you see that, Mrs. Emily?" Chloe said excitedly as she ran over to the two of you.

"I did! But maybe next time we use our feet to kick the ball, alright?" Emily said, and Chloe just shrugged before walking before you and holding her hand out, "Juice box?"

You chuckled as you grabbed one out of the cooler and handed it to her as you ruffled her hair. "You wanna take a little break?" You asked, and Zoe nodded as she walked over to the bench. 

When you turned your attention back to the field, you noticed the lack of a goalie.

"Hey, where did Amelia go?" You asked Emily, who was watching your team try to score another goal.

"What?" Emily asked as she looked to the left and saw that Amelia was nowhere to be found.

"We need to put a tracker on that girl," Emily murmured, not at all surprised that Amelia had wandered off somewhere. The little girl's attention span had always been next to none, constantly running off when something caught her eye. 

Emily would have been more worried if they were anywhere else, but the field was small, and she walked the perimeter beforehand, so she had a good idea of where Amelia had wandered off to.

"You stay here, I'll get her," Emily said as she squeezed your shoulder before jogging off the field.

"Amelia!" She called out as she walked over to the patch of flowers behind the bleachers.

She was relieved to see the little girl's pigtails peeking out. "Baby, what are you doing?" Emily asked before Amelia turned around, smiling at her mom.

"Look!" She replied, holding two tiny bouquets that she had picked in her hands. Although bouquet was probably a generous word for it. "This one is for you,"  Amelia said as she handed the crumpled bunch of flowers to Emily. "And this one for Mommy!" She said excitedly.

"Those are very pretty," Emily chuckled as she easily scooped Amelia into her arms, "But you're supposed to stay on the field."

"But flowers!" Amelia said, once again holding up the flowers at Emily's eyesight. 

"I know, but it's not safe to wander off like that, okay? Next time, you need to wait for me or Mommy to go with you." Emily said as she rubbed Amelia's back.

"Okay, fine," Amelia sighed dramatically as she flopped her head onto Emily's shoulder.

"Thank you," Emily smiled as she walked back to the field.

"How about I take the flowers, " Emily said as she put Amelia back down on the ground. "And you go back on the field," Emily continued.

"Being the goalie is boring!" Amelia pouted.

"There's only a couple minutes left of the game," Emily chuckled, very familiar with the pout that one hundred percent originated from you.

"And once we're done, maybe Mommy will buy us ice cream. But only if you play," Emily negotiated, and Amelia immediately sprinted back to the goal, going as fast as her little legs could carry her. 

Emily shook her head with a laugh as she walked back over to you. 

"Amelia picked you some flowers," Emily said as she handed you the crumpled flowers which were more stem than actual petals. 

"Of course, she did," You giggled as you grabbed them and gently put them in your pocket.

The rest of the game went by quickly. The team didn't score a single goal, but it didn't look like any of the girls cared as they ran off the field. You and Emily gave them all high fives before sending them off to find their parents.

"Ice cream time!" Amelia announced as she ran up to you and Emily.

"Oh, is it now?" You asked as Amelia tugged on your hand.

"Yeah! Mama said you're paying!" Amelia giggled, turning toward Emily with a mischievous smile. 

"She did?" You question, turning towards Emily with a raised eyebrow. 

"Uh-" Emily trailed off, pretending to be oblivious as Amelia laughed at her antics.

"C'mon!" Amelia said, trying to pull the two of you, but just staying in place as her feet slid on the grass.

"Okay, okay," You appeased as all three of you walked to the car. 

You could feel Emily's giddy smile before you turned to look at her. 

"What?" You asked, feeling the slight blush rise to your cheeks just from the way she was looking at you. 

"Nothing, I just- coaching was a lot of fun."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Emily said as she leaned over to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, thank goodness," You sighed in relief, "Because I signed us up to coach next year,"

"Y/n Prentiss!"

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding!" You laughed, and Emily knocked her shoulder into yours.

"You're definitely paying for the ice cream now," Emily said as she unlocked the car and helped Amelia into her car seat. 

"We share a bank account, honey." You reminded her.

"Well then, you're paying in spirit!" 

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

This is some shit Emily Prentiss’ kid would send her if she had one:

[milfsincrime]

emily: you remember brad? the super totally real fbi agent?

jj: go on..

emily: he also jokingly asked me that night what we should name our first child together-

jj: yes?

emily: and i had to tell him that in my first week at the bau i lost a bet to derek and have to without question name my firstborn child megatron. and yet he was still interested

jj: if you for a second think we are naming this baby, our baby, the baby i am currently birthing, megatron of all things, then..

emily: ..then?

jj: find out emily, i dare you.

[blackbird-brewster]

Mom!Em Fic Recs

@bau-babygirl requested: Fics featuring Emily as a mom [X]

JJ/Emily + Kids

[Find all of these and more fluff in my Domestic Jemily collection on AO3]

Mother's Day by w00t4ewan (me) Rated: G || WC: 715 Summary: Henry helps Emily surprise JJ on Mother's Day

Dreams Do Come True by w00t4ewan Rated: G || WC: 2000 Summary: Emily and JJ take Henry to Disneyworld on their first family vacation.

Breakfast by w00t4ewan Rated: G || WC: 840 Summary: Emily tries to let JJ sleep in and winds up with her hands full of a certain toddler.

Love is an Open Door by w00t4ewan Rated: G || WC: 1010 Summary: Emily and Henry work together to plan an unforgettable evening for JJ.

Jemily Ficlet Archives by w00t4ewan Rated: M || WC: 31,000+ Summary: An unrelated collection of Jemily ficlets and headcanons which were originally posted on my tumblr and up until now hadn't been shared on AO3.

Sand by @otahkoapisiakii (Phoenix_Falls) Rated: G || WC: 2630 Summary: JJ and Emily incorporate Henry in their wedding ceremony

Steps by Phoenix_Falls Rated: G || WC: 4670 Summary: Modified prompt from tumblr: "you asked me to the store with you and your child, and now my distant relative we met thinks im married with a baby"

Darwin by Phoenix_Falls Rated: G || WC: 831 Summary: Henry has an odd nickname. Likely takes place in the same verse as Steps, but 11 years later Mittens and Hats by @velutluna Rated: G || WC: 1944 Summary: JJ and Emily take their sons for a walk in a winter wonderland.

Perfect by velutuna Rated: G || WC: 660 Summary: A perfect evening at the home of the Prentiss-Jareau family.

Happy Birthday! by @ellegreenawayslover Rated: G || WC: 2028 Summary: Emily’s feelings during her birthday, her feelings years ago, and how she finally is truly happy with her life and how it turned out.

Morning Cartoons and Middle Names by @vhsrights Rated: G || WC: 2634 Summary: A shift in the numbers on his digital clock indicated that the time had arrived. 7:15 am. No sound of an alarm echoed through the upper floor of the Prentiss-Jareau house. There was pin-drop silence, and then the quiet chaos began.

Bonus: My Master List of MomEm Headcanons & Fanworks

Other Fics: Emily + Kids

A Year in the Life by @gaelic-symphony (thelarkascending) Tara/Emily || Rated: T || WC: 8455 Summary: Twelve vignettes from the married life of Tara Lewis and Emily Prentiss, written for the Year of the OTP writing challenge.

handprints on my soul by @prrentiss (unitchiefprentiss) Tara/Emily || Rated: T || WC: 32,000+ Summary: tara and emily after the events of just a dream. Maternal Instinct by thelarkascending Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 1207 Summary: Motherhood brings with it complicated feelings for new moms Emily and Alex. Written for the CM fandom gift exchange Halloween Interlude by w00t4ewan Tara/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 1573 Maternal Instinct by thelarkascending Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 1207 Summary: Motherhood brings with it complicated feelings for new moms Emily and Alex. Written for the CM fandom gift exchange

Bluey Mom by @alexblakeisgay (ArwenLalaith) Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 2713 Summary: The adventures of Emily Prentiss as she navigates running the BAU, being a wife and mother, and her relationship with gender.

Oh, My Darling Clementine by ArwenLalaith Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 930 Summary: Emily Prentiss is not above bribing her toddler daughter to get her to call her Mama…

Book Ends by ArwenLalaith Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 18,500 Summary: Emily's life revolves around Lux - her four year old autistic daughter. She hasn't had a relationship since she got pregnant and certainly isn't looking to start one when she meets Alex Blake: phenom children's author.

Alex's life since her husband left and her son passed has revolved around writing and little else. She's been a recluse for years when her agent finally convinces her to make an appearance at her latest book launch. Little does she know, she's about to meet a four year old girl that will change her life....

[lesbiantaylorswiftstan]

jemily brainrot hours thinking about jemily taking toddler henry to a pumpkin patch

they drive out to the farm and the weather is absolutely miserable. it's cold and it's wet, but they booked the tickets in advance and henry's been excited about it all week, so they go despite the rain. henry is in his rain jacket and his cute little dinosaur rubber boots, and as soon as they're out of the car, he's splashing around in the mud and getting himself absolutely filthy in the process

jj found out that emily never did this kind of thing as a kid, given her upbringing as an ambassador's daughter, so this trip is as much for emily as it is for henry. according to jj, you haven't truly experienced fall unless you've frozen your ass off on a muddy farm to pick out pumpkins for halloween

the first thing they do is the corn maze, which takes them forever because henry is absolutely confident that he knows exactly how to get them out of there and won't take any suggestions from jj or emily. after nearly an hour of being led in circles, they finally make their way out and henry is super proud that he found his way through the maze. neither jj nor emily is going to tell him that they just came back out of the entrance

the rain hasn't let up at all and henry is the only one they bothered dressing appropriately for the weather, so jj and emily are soaked to the bone and freezing cold. the farm offers tractor rides to the end of the property, with promises of hot chocolate and roasted marshmallows on the other side, so they get on the wagon with hopes to warm up. henry is fascinated by the tractor and the driver even lets him sit in the seat so jj can get pictures of him "driving" the tractor. the tractor ride around the farm is bumpy, which makes henry giggle as he sits in jj's lap. emily points out the different kinds of fruits and vegetables that are growing on the farm and tells him the different kinds of food that she can make with all of them

when they get off the wagon, all three of them rush to the campfires to roast some marshmallows (and warm themselves up). henry insists on roasting his marshmallow by himself, but he keeps setting them on fire. it makes him upset, so emily eats all of his burnt ones and gives him her nice golden brown ones. jj helps henry hold his stick above the embers so that the marshmallow gets nice and toasty without catching on fire. he gorges himself on ooey gooey marshmallows and ends up with marshmallow all over his face and in his hair. jj wipes off his face and wonders aloud how it's even possible to get this much marshmallow outside of your mouth, only to see emily who has marshmallow on the tip of her nose and also in her hair (it's not her fault, it's the wind)

when they're all done warming up by the campfire and drinking their hot chocolate, they take the tractor back to the main farm and take henry to pick out a pumpkin to carve for halloween. despite their best efforts to stop him, he climbs all over the piles of pumpkins and inevitably chooses the heaviest one that's nearly the size he is. no amount of suggestions from jj and emily will sway him from his decision, so jj picks it up and carries it to the car (and emily tries not to stare at her muscles)

they get home and change into warm clothes that aren't completely soaked through, and the three of them eat apple pie and help henry carve his pumpkin

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

emily: You either buckle down and do your work or you’ll end up at McDonalds.

jack: We're going to McDonalds if I don't do my work?

hotch: NO-

[beware-of-you-98]

bestie quick jemily prompt for you:

A: do I look like I know what I’m doing?

B: [starts to reply]

A: [holds up hand] actually, don’t answer that.

B: [shrugs and walks away]

[explosion]

A: that wasn’t me.

make it fluff, make it angst.. just no smut challenge tee hee have fun if you answer the call

challenge accepted??

Breakfast was something Emily Prentiss is good at, especially when she’s making the breakfast for her family. She has it down to a science: getting the pot of coffee ready for her fiancé, while JJ gets the twins bottle fed and laid in their bassinets, Henry settled at the table while she works over the stove.

(Or helping her out if he so desires. Emily’s not one to say “no” to the 8 year old too often.)

It’s something she’s done for years at this point, and something she refuses to accept JJ’s help with.

(It’s a small, daily act of service she does to show the blonde just how much she appreciates her, and while it’s far from the only act Emily does, there’s a part of her that still gets butterflies as she watches JJ watching her and their children interact before their day begins.)

It’s a bit more challenging, though, when both Matthew and Maggie grow into rambunctious toddlers.

Matthew’s her little shadow, and often refuses to peel himself from her side right after he wakes up in the morning.

Maggie often follows what her slightly younger brother does, craving her maman’s attention as she babbles enthusiastically about the dreams she’s had, or what her stuffed animals are up to.

It’s more difficult, sure, but Emily manages.

She has Matthew and Maggie sit down on chairs she’s pulled from the island, close enough so she can focus her attention on both children while simultaneously focusing on the stovetop.

Henry, with his long hair tied up in a messy bun not too dissimilar from Emily’s, stands beside the older woman as he makes the eggs.

He’s definitely more put together than Emily is at this current moment.

Matthew is a bit more clingy than normal, whimpering for her and not satisfied until he’s up in his maman’s arms, clinging to her tightly and refusing to let go.

Maggie, on the other hand, is very enthusiastic and talkative demanding Emily’s attention pointedly whenever she tries to focus her attention elsewhere for even a split second.

“Maman,” she demands impatiently, tiny hand on her hip. She sits up on the tall chair on her knees, making Emily’s anxiety peak.

“Whoa, bug!” she says cautiously, maneuvering Maggie’s chair close to the countertop to the toddler doesn’t go tumbling to the floor. It’s difficult with Matthew balanced on her hip, but she manages. Maggie’s giggle is shrill as the chair she’s on slides slowly towards the countertop, her hands planting on the granite excitedly. She bends down and plants a kiss on top of the girl’s long black locks.

Matthew whines, pressing himself further into Emily’s grasp. She gently bounces him on her hip, shushing him gently before planting a kiss to his temple. “Oh, buddy, it’s okay,” she coos to him assuredly.

She glances around Matthew’s head towards the empty bowl on the counter, puffing out a breath. She’s not entirely sure if she can mix the pancake ingredients with one hand, and she’s honestly not too sure what Matthew’s reaction will be once she has to set him down to cook on the stove.

From across the room at the table, JJ smiles tenderly at the scene. “Need a hand?” she offers, chin in her hand, elbow propped on the table. “Want me to take Mattie?”

Emily gently blows Matthew’s hair from her lips, tucking the toddler’s head under her chin to look over at her fiancé. Her eyes soften, smile spreading automatically on her face at the adoring look on the blonde’s face. “No way,” she insists gently. “We got this.” She grins, raising a brow. “Why? Does it look like i know what I’m doing?”

JJ raises a brow, lips curled into a smirk.

Emily’s eyes narrow, pointing a finger over at the blonde. “Oh, don’t you answer that.”

“Maman!” Maggie demands.

Emily peers down at their daughter, tenderly stroking her cheek with her index finger.

Maggie, satisfied with the gesture, goes on about her dream.

With one hand wrapped securely around Matthew, Emily cracks an egg into the bowl, pours in a touch of vanilla extract and caps it just as steadily.

From beside her, Henry slowly stirs the eggs in the pan.

Emily grins smugly across at JJ. “See? We got this,” she repeats boldly. “You just sit there and look pretty.”

JJ snorts, rolling her eyes fondly.

Emily grins adoringly over at her, before her attention is dragged back to Maggie. She murmurs in earnest at the toddler’s thoughts, looking around the countertop.

Maggie grabs her sippy cup full of orange juice, drinking from it deeply.

Emily sighs softly when the realization hits her: she forgot to grab the flour.

“We’re gonna go up,” she murmurs to Matthew, peering up at the cupboard above her head just to the right of the stove. “Careful, bug,” she adds, gently touching Maggie’s shoulder as she reaches up to open the small door.

Fear grips her chest as the brown paper bag tilts out, falling out towards the countertop.

With speed she only figured out she possessed after becoming a mother, she grips Maggie back beside her with the same arm she’s using for Matthew, her other arm shooting out to push Henry away from the stove.

She hears JJ move just as quickly, the chair she had been sitting it clacking to the floor.

The bag of flour lands on the counter with a solid thud, tearing open and spraying the four in a cloud of white.

She closes her eyes, shielding all three children’s eyes either with her arm [Henry] or tucking their faces into her neck and shirt [Matthew and Maggie].

She puffs out a breath, knowing a cloud of flour expels from her lips. “That… wasn’t me.”

She opens her eyes to the sound of the stove shutting off.

JJ is standing in front of them all, her hand over her mouth and eyes shining in amusement.

Emily grins at her sheepishly before she peers down at the kids, shoulders slumped in relief.

She’s covered head to toe in flour, her black shirt looking as if it’s been dipped in white paint.

The twins’ entire sides and hair dusted in the substance as well, Henry appearing to have avoided the flour the most. (Though, his shirt has a dusting of flour coating the front, and there’s a delicate pile in his hair).

Maggie lets out a shrill laugh, her hand coming up to cover her toothy grin. A cloud of flour falls from her tiny frame as she giggles. She looks up at JJ, beaming. “Hi, mommy!”

“Hello, little snowflake,” JJ beams, her thumb curling along the girl’s cheek before hoisting her up. Flour smears messily along her red t-shirt, but the blonde doesn’t mind.

Matthew blinks owlishly, pouting at the flour covering his body. “Mommy,” he murmurs, sighing as he tucks further into Emily.

JJ presses a kiss to the back of his head, her fingertips dancing along his back. She peers across towards Henry, eyes shining. “Baby, you okay?”

Henry shakes the flour from his hair like a dog drying off, spraying both his moms in the substance. “I’m good!” he chirps.

Maggie screams with another giggle, holding her hands out to avoid the slow onslaught.

Henry goes to poke the flour soaked eggs with the spatula he was using to stir them with. His lips press together to stop himself from laughing. “Eggs aren’t, though,” he adds.

Emily grins sheepishly, hiding her expression behind Matthew’s hair as she looks down at JJ. “I’ll order Denny’s?”

JJ raises an eyebrow over at her.

Emily presses her lips together. “I’ll clean up this mess and you’ll order Denny’s?” she tries again.

“There you go.” JJ bumps her hip playfully against Emily’s. “Love you, you stubborn woman.”

Emily stares back at her, expression completely lovestruck. “Love you, too.”

[mx-loar-tev]

So yeah, at night I dream about willifer being wives, but during the day, my daydreaming is getting out of hand and it's all jemily.

All my ideas are starting to fuse and snowball and it's becoming a monster, I'm telling you.

Time-travel girlfriends, momily, cm x higher ground crossover with JJ being Shelby, JJ being Rossi's daughter bc her mother had an affair, unsub!JJ and unsub!Emily, Emily's tragic childhood bc I just need more whump I guess, JJ and Emily being secret informants for the BAU because they come from the future and know things, I could go on...

Seriously this is a mess in my head as I try and make the puzzle pieces fit together.

Why am I like this?

[charlleyx]

Jemily Fan Fiction

Jareau-Prentiss : Case Histories

Jareau-Prentiss : Case Histories

This is my first 'case' in my series of Jemily one shots and multi-chapter instalments. They are all connected but won't be in any order. They will be all about the relationship between Emily Prentiss and Jennifer Jareau and the life they create together. It was span years of time. Some may follow loosely to some canon events but it should all become clear as you read and any changes I hope to explain in my writing as it comes up.

They will vary wildly in length and rating. Some will be short, some like this one multiple long chapters, some two shots and so on. Some will be rated T and some will go all the way to E. Some will contain smut, some will be fluff, some angst, some a mix of some or all of the above.

This is the first one I am posting

What happens when JJ decides on the 25th anniversary of her older sister's death that she will take Emily, her wife and their two young daughters to spend the long weekend with JJ's mother, Sandy. Will it help JJ's mother deal with her grief? Can a strained relationship between JJ and her mother be healed with the help of JJ's daughters presence. What will happen when before the anniversary date actually hits, JJ and Emily get called away on a case? Is leaving their young daughters with Sandy a smart move or could tragedy be lurking around the corner yet again?

The Case Of : Tragedy Strikes To The Day

Chapter 1 : Homecoming

Chapter 2 : Duty Calls

Chapter 3 : Trust Instincts

Chapter 4 : Finding Strength

Chapter 5 : It Comes In Waves

[emilys-bangs]

Mom!Emily with a baby girl who’s a little older… maybe 2 or 3, and is entering that stage where she hates when mom leaves for work.

Maybe all 3 of you are at the front door seeing Emily off. Baby girl is just pouting and whining and gripping onto Emily’s pant legs ❤️‍🩹

tearful goodbyes | e.p

Tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, fluff at the end, mom!emily, no use of yn, use of petnames

Word count: 1.8k

This broke my heart...but I also loved it <3

This used to be easier. 

When Emily wasn’t part of a whole, when she didn’t have a ring around her finger and a piece of her heart walking around on little legs and clutching her calves at the door. Leaving used to be a matter of throwing a bag over her shoulder and piling food for Sergio in his bowl. Now it’s tears at the front door, her heart splitting in two as she fights an internal battle she already knows she’s going to lose.

Having a family changed everything. Having you changed everything; Emily’s life shifted, turned on its head when you came into it, and Eloise only added to the light in both of your lives. Two became three, a lonely apartment became a lively one. She wouldn’t change it for the world, but sometimes she wishes it didn’t have to be this hard.

“Eloise,” she says softly over the sound of sobs, “Mommy has to go.”

Emily has to speak past the lump in her throat. It was quick to appear when her daughter wrapped her small hands around her knee, pressing her face into it and soaking Emily’s slacks with her tears. Now Eloise whines, looking up at her mother with tearful eyes that make Emily’s heart twist.

“Mommy stay.” Her lip wobbles.

She’s growing tired of saying I can’t, so Emily bends down and picks her up. Eloise scrambles into her arms, hugging her neck and dampening her skin with her tears. The three-year-old clings to her tightly, arms around her neck and legs around her waist, as if her mother is going off into the trenches rather than the BAU.

Help me, Emily begs you with her eyes, the taste of tears thick in the back of her throat. She rubs absent circles on Eloise’s back as you step closer to them, your hand joining hers.

“Ellie,” you say, catching your daughter’s attention. She turns to you with bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks. “Mommy has to leave for work now, you gotta let her go.” You gently wipe her damp cheek.

“No.” Eloise whines. “Want Mommy to stay.”

“I’ll stay for five minutes,” Emily says, her voice scratchy as she combs through Eloise’s messy hair with her fingers, “and then I have to go, okay? And you have to go to preschool.”

Eloise dissolves into sobs again. “No,” she hiccups, burying her face in Emily’s neck and scorching her skin with her hot tears. You chew on your lip and Emily blows out a breath, shaky as she rocks her flailing daughter.

“Honey, you’ll have fun at preschool. You always do. You’ll get to play with Lily and see Miss Emma.” She desperately tries to soothe. Her voice is on the edge of cracking, frayed and thready from being the reason for Eloise’s meltdown.

This used to be easier.

“Don’t wanna go! Wanna go with you.” Her daughter whimpers. Emily’s heart cracks. 

“Baby…”

It would be so easy. To call Hotch, tell him she’s down with the flu. There’s no case, only a mind numbing day of paperwork ahead, and she can just have JJ swing her case files by after work—

“Okay,” you announce, suddenly waving around a sheet of red heart stickers. “I’ve got an idea.”

Emily frowns. When did you get those? Probably when she’d involuntarily closed her eyes against the sound of her daughter’s tears.

“Hey, Eloise,” you gently smooth some of her hair behind her ear. “Listen to me, baby. Can you give me your hand?” You ask softly, reaching for the hand she has fisted in Emily’s collar. 

Eloise blinks at you with damp eyes. “Mommy will be right here, just give me your hand, honey,” you reassure. Emily nudges her lips against Eloise’s forehead in a kiss, and when you hold your hand out this time, she places hers in your palm.

“Thank you,” you quickly kiss the back of her tiny hand before showing her the pack of stickers you’d gotten. “See these?”

Eloise nods. You peel one of the hearts from the sheet and gently place it on the back of her hand. Both Emily and Eloise peer down at it, their foreheads pressed together as you smooth your thumb over the sticker to make sure it sticks.

You look to Emily when you’re done. “Mommy, can I have your hand, please?” A small smile pulls at your lips.

Emily matches it with a soft one of her own as she shifts Eloise to her other hip and frees her right hand. You take it and place a matching red heart on the back of her hand, right in the middle; it stands out against her pale skin. Again you rub your thumb over it to make it stick, both the action and Eloise’s quieting sniffles making her relax. 

With her hand still in yours, you take Eloise’s too. “See these hearts you and Mommy have?” You ask, holding their hands side by side. Eloise nods into Emily’s neck; your wife smiles, starting to see where this is going. “Whenever you miss her, you can just touch the heart. And when Mommy misses you, she touches her heart. Like this,” you touch your thumb to the heart on Eloise’s hand, smiling at her gently. 

Eloise sniffles. “Mommy’s in the heart?” She looks up at Emily.

“I’m in the heart,” Emily agrees softly, wiping a wayward tear from the corner of her eye. “And you’re in my heart, too, see?” She turns her hand.

Eloise presses her thumb to the sticker. Her pout gives and she smiles, one of Emily’s dimples digging into her cheek. “You’re in the heart!” She giggles, throwing her arms around Emily’s neck again.

“That’s right.” Emily kisses her forehead, the tightness in her chest loosening. Her eyes meet yours and you wink. She blows out a sigh, squeezing her daughter before preparing herself to let go. “I’ll pick you up from preschool today, okay Eloise?”

“Okay Mommy.”

“I’ll see you soon. Be a good girl, sweetheart.” She says as she leans over to you and eases her into your arms. Eloise doesn’t protest this time, settling into your chest quietly as she looks down at the heart.

Emily knows she’s late, but since she already is, she takes a moment to bend down a little, curling her finger gently under her daughter’s chin to tip it up. “I love you, baby,” she murmurs and kisses her cheek as Eloise mumbles a response.

Straightening, Emily reaches for you. “Love you, sweetheart,” she gives you a quick kiss, her hand gratefully squeezing your waist. “You’re a lifesaver.” She breathes; quietly, just for you.

“I know I am,” you wink. Taking her hand off your waist, you gently kiss her ring—your own version of a sticker heart. “Now go, you’re late.”

This time, when Emily reaches for the door, there’s no one there to hold her back. 

“Bye Mommy!” Eloise waves from your arms. You stifle a smile into her hair, your hand lifting in a small wave of your own.

“Bye Eloise.” Emily waves back, her chest squeezing again as she forces herself to step out of the comfort of her home.

She walks into work eight minutes late with a scowl on her face, a damp patch on her clothes, and a red heart on the back of her hand.

“Sorry I’m late,” she mumbles to Hotch when she walks into the round table room. His eyes fall to the heart on her hand and he nods, not giving her any usual reprimand as she takes her seat. Emily’s grateful for that, but while he gets the hint, Morgan doesn’t.

He nudges her when they’re back at their desks. “Hotch didn’t even tell you off today. I think he’s going sweet on you, princess—”

“Not today, Morgan.” She snaps, his teasing tone grating against her nerves. Her mouth sets into a firm line when she catches the picture of you and Eloise on her desk.

He leaves her alone after that.

It’s a paperwork day, and for the first time in ever, she’s glad for it as she sinks into her thoughts. Her pen taps against her file as she replays the morning, rethinks her job, reiterates to herself—or tries to—that it’s just a phase, more to do with her daughter’s clinginess than her work hours. Still, the thoughts don’t leave her. It’s a miracle she manages to get anything done by the time Eloise’s preschool lets out and she’s getting up from her desk, tossing her purse over her shoulder and catching sight of the heart in her hand.

All the tension in her loosens when Eloise skips into her arms, beaming as her pigtails bounce. 

“Mommy!”

Emily scoops her up into her chest. “Hi, baby.” She kisses her forehead, hot from the sun, and shifts her more securely on her hip. “Did you have a good day?”

“Uh-huh,” Eloise says. Her fingers hook in the chain of Emily’s necklace. “Lily got me cookies!”

“Oh, she did? That’s nice, did they taste good?” She asks. Eloise nods happily and Emily tugs gently on a pigtail, “We’ll have to make some and share with her tomorrow, what do you think?”

“With chocolate chips?” Eloise turns her wide eyes to her mother.

“Of course with chocolate chips,” Emily agrees, every muscle unwinding at the sound of her daughter’s sweet voice. “We can’t have cookies without chocolate chips.” They reach the car and she opens the door, settling Eloise into her car seat.

As she buckles her in, Emily catches sight of the heart sticker on the back of her small hand. “So, did you miss me today?” She asks playfully.

“No,” Eloise says.

“Oh.” Emily’s brows furrow. As sweet as her daughter is, she is a toddler, something Emily is reminded of every time she forgets. A chuckle slips past her lips as she shakes her head, “Well, I did—”

“You were here,” Eloise interrupts, pointing to the heart on the back of her hand. 

Emily smiles softly. “That’s right,” she laughs. “I was with you the whole time. But you know what, Ellie Bellie?” Her fingers skate over Eloise’s stomach, gently tickling her until her girl starts laughing, “I still missed you anyway. Even though you were with me.”

Eloise looks up at her as she kisses her forehead. “Missed ’gio,” she says.

“Oh you missed him did you? I can never win when it comes to him.” Emily mock tsks, but she’s smiling as she shuts the back door closed. She slides into the driver’s seat and flicks her eyes up to the rearview mirror, instinctively checking on Eloise as she buckles her seatbelt. She turns on the car and drives off, any remaining tension melting off her body when she catches sight of the ring on her finger, the reminder of you and home just a few minutes away. 

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[emilyprentissluvr]

Matilda (Emily Prentiss x Reader)

"You can start a family who will always show you love"

Summary: In which Emily Prentiss comes home to her wife and daughter after a week-long case.

Warnings: None

EMILY LET out a sigh of relief as she walked into her house and dropped her to-go bag. After a week-long case, all she wanted to do was curl up in bed with her wife. She made quick work of putting away her gun and credentials, trying to be quiet so she didn't wake anyone up.

She was in the kitchen filling up a glass of water when she heard soft footsteps walk into the kitchen.

"Mama!" Charlotte said as she ran over and wrapped her arms around Emily's leg. Emily smiled as she put the glass down and bent over to pick up the three-year-old.

"Hi sweet girl," Emily said as she kissed her daughter on the head, the smell of her shampoo already calming her senses. She smiled as she saw Charlotte's pink onesie, ever since the two of you bought it for her, she refused to wear anything else to bed.

"What are you doing out of bed?" Emily asked as she tickled the little girl's stomach. Charlotte giggled as she threw her small hands around her mother's neck.

"I'm thirsty." She said as she looked up at the raven-haired woman.

"Well, let's get you some water, and then you can go back to bed." Emily smiled as she opened another cabinet to grab a small plastic cup.

"I want apple juice." Charlotte pouted as she looked up at her mother.

She knows she shouldn't, but she could never say no to the perfected pout of her daughter. Emily knows it's because that pout is one hundred percent inherited from you.

"Don't tell Mommy, okay? It'll be our secret." Emily says as she holds out her pinky.

"Our secret!" Charlotte giggles as she wraps her pinky around Emily's. Emily adjusts the little girl to sit on her hip as she grabs the apple juice from the fridge and pours it into the light pink cup.

After Charlotte was done Emily left the cup on the sink to clean tomorrow.

She carried Charlotte upstairs and wasn't surprised when the toddler was starting to fall asleep in her arms. She smiled as she tucked her daughter into bed and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before heading to her bedroom.

As soon as she walked in she saw your sleeping frame curled up against her pillow. She smiled as she immediately walked over to you and gently brushed some hair out of your face, not wanting to wake you but needing to feel the warmth of your skin. You unconsciously nuzzled your face into her hand. "I love you," She whispered, knowing that you were still asleep, but if she had learned anything from you, it was that she could never say those three words too many times.

She quickly changed out of her work clothes and into shorts and a sweatshirt before heading to the bathroom. When she came out a couple of minutes later she saw Charlotte curled up next to you with her small arm protectively on top of your five-month pregnant belly.

Emily's heart melted at the sight.

She never thought that this would be her life.

She never thought that love like this could come so easily.

That being loved was so easy.

"You're back." You murmured as you slowly sat up, carefully placing Charlotte's head onto the pillows without waking her up.

"I am." Emily smiled as she quickly got into bed and pulled you in for a soft kiss. Your lips tasted like home and Emily never wanted to leave.

"I missed you." You mumbled sleepily against her lips.

"I miss you too," Emily said as she rested her forehead against yours. "How's the little one?" She asked as she placed her hand softly onto your stomach.

"Good. She was hungry for a new combination this week though." You yawned and Emily raised her eyebrows. "Oh, she was?"

"Mhm. She insisted I eat tuna and peanut butter every day."

Emily wrinkled her nose at the thought, "Gross."

You just shrugged as you leaned your head against Emily's shoulder, "How was the case?" You asked quietly, knowing that Charlotte could sleep through anything but not wanting to take any chances.

"Let's just say I'm very happy to be back with my girls," Emily murmured as she rested her cheek on the top of your head. You knew this meant she didn't want to talk about it yet, so you didn't push. You remembered what it was like returning from a case, the heaviness in your heart making you want to do nothing but curl up with the people you love.

You still worked at the BAU, but after having Charlotte you decided you didn't want to be in the field anymore so you mostly worked on cold cases and consults over the phone.

"I love you." You said as you fought to keep your eyes open. You wanted to spend time with your wife after not seeing her for a week but your exhaustion was getting the better of you.

"I love you more." She smiled as she kissed the top of your head. "Why don't we go to sleep? We can talk more in the morning." Emily murmured and then immediately heard your soft snores from her shoulder.

Emily held back a laugh as she gently laid the both of you down on the bed. Your ability to fall asleep anywhere and anytime had surely been passed to Charlotte.

Emily buried her face into your neck as she lazily put her arms over your stomach. She never slept well without you, so as soon as she inhaled the scent of your body wash her eyes drifted closed.

●・○・●・○・●

Emily's eyes fluttered open to the feeling of small hands on her face.

"Mama." Charlotte's soft voice whispered.

"Mhm," Emily said sleepily as she rubbed her eyes and slowly sat up. The little girl immediately crawled into the brunette's lap and looked up at her excitedly. "Pancakes!"

Emily chuckled as she brushed wild hair off her daughter's forehead. "You want pancakes?"

"Yeah!"

Emily happily agreed, knowing that the two of them could surprise you with breakfast in bed since you were still fast asleep.

By the time they got downstairs, Charlotte was already chasing Sergio around the kitchen. The black cat had taken a long time to warm up to the little girl, but now he was at least tolerant of her antics.

Emily put on soft music as she got out all of the ingredients. She easily whipped together the batter in minutes and then went to find Charlotte so she could put in the chocolate chips.

"Char! It's chocolate chip time!" Emily called out as she walked into the living room.

As soon as she saw the two of them she couldn't help but laugh. "Very pretty, Serg," Emily said as she looked at the pink crown Charlotte had put on his head.

"He needs a dress!" Charlotte said excitedly as she bolted from the living to the playroom and came back with a pink, doll dress less than thirty seconds later.

"Why don't we play dress up after breakfast, okay?" Emily said as she scooped the little girl up, giving Sergio time to knock the tiara off with his paw and scamper upstairs.

"Okay," The toddler sighed dramatically, another thing that Emily claims is all you.

By the time they get into the kitchen, Charlotte has already forgotten about the dress and is squirming in Emily's arm to reach the chocolate chips.

"Remember, not too much," Emily says as she hands the bag to the little girl.

"Not too much," Charlotte repeats before dumping almost half the bag in.

"Well, it's a good thing you and your mommy love chocolate chips." Emily chuckled as she took the bag from her. Before she could put it away Charlotte stopped her, "Do the trick mama!" Charlotte says excitedly as she claps her hands.

The trick was just Emily seeing how many chocolate chips she could throw into her mouth but Charlotte was insistent that she do it every time they make pancakes.

"Okay, let's see if we can break the record, Char!" Emily smiled as she placed the toddler in her high chair next to the counter.

"Yeah!" She cheered. Emily's current record was 27 consecutive chocolate chips thrown into her mouth. It would have been more if they hadn't run out of them last time.

"Alright," Emily said as she grabbed one out of the bag and then tossed the chip high and easily caught it in her mouth.

"One!" The mother and daughter counted at the same time. The game went on for another three minutes, Charlotte had stopped counting at 20 but right when Emily threw the 27th one into the air, Sergio scurried passed Emily's leg causing her to fall backward and land right on her ass, missing the chocolate chip.

"Ow," Emily grumbled as shot a glare at the cat who looked smug as he ran away. The brunette could have sworn that was the cat's payback for letting her daughter dress him up.

"Mama hurt?" Charlotte asked as she looked down at Emily with sad eyes.

"I'm okay, sweet girl." Emily smiled as she ignored the crack in her knees as she stood up. "We'll beat our record next time, yeah?" She said as she gave her daughter a high five. "Yeah!" Charlotte giggled.

Thirty minutes later, all the pancakes were done and Emily had cut up some fruit and made you tea. She put everything on a tray as she and Charlotte walked up the stairs to surprise you.

"You want to wake up Mommy?" Emily asked and Charlotte nodded excitedly.

"Surprise!" Charlotte said as she ran through the room and jumped onto the bed, shaking your shoulders with her small hands.

"Mmm, good morning Char," You mumbled as you rubbed your eyes.

"We made breakfast!" She said excitedly as she pulled on your arm for you to sit up.

"Oh, you did?" You said as you looked over and saw your wife holding a tray with a big smile.

"Mama let me put in the chocolate chips!" Charlotte said as Emily gently placed the food onto the bed and then crawled next to you.

"Wow, they look good, Char! You and your mama are the best!" You said as you gave her a quick kiss on the head before turning to your wife.

"Thank you." You smiled, giving her a quick kiss on the lips before carefully pulling the tray onto your lap.

"Always," Emily said as she placed her chin on your shoulder. She watched lovingly as Charlotte burrowed into your side, stealing fruit from the tray as you cut the pancakes.

The three of you spent the rest of the morning in bed rewatching Charlotte's favorite movie for probably the fifteenth time. But neither you nor Emily would have had it any other way.

[prrentiss]

anyway who else saw that interview with erica where the interviewer said “i half expected Emily to offer to foster (jade) at the end” and Erica said “well Mila is 16 and probably needs someone to watch out for her”

I’m frothing at the mouth

[gaysullengirl]

introducing...

matilda by gaysullengirl

❝ you can see the world, following the seasons

anywhere you go, you don't need a reason

'cause they never showed you love,

you don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own. ❞

cast ೃ⁀➷

ೃ⁀➷  beabadoobee as mazzy wright

❝ i envy the leaves that grow from

the trees, they're all so carefree. ❞

ೃ⁀➷ paget brewster as emily prentiss

❝ they told me all of my cages were mental,

so i got wasted like all my potential. ❞

ೃ⁀➷ @tadeleyee as april sinclair

❝ aren't you the sweetest

thing on this side of hell? ❞

mazzy and emily

thomas gibson as aaron hotchner

joe mantegna as david rossi

shemar moore as derek morgan

matthew gray gubler as spencer reid

aj cook as jennifer jareau

kirsten vangsness as penelope garcia

mixtape ೃ⁀➷

— mazzy, side a

➷ who's afraid of little old me?, taylor swift

❝ i was tame, i was gentle till

the circus life made me mean. ❞

➷ making the bed, olivia rodrigo

❝ push away all the people who know

me the best, but it's me who's been making

the bed. ❞

➷ broken cd, beabadoobee

❝ don't think i'm over it

like i always said i was. ❞

emily, side b —

➷ cowboy like me, taylor swift

❝ takes one to know one,

you're a cowboy like me. ❞

➷ sign of the times, harry styles

❝ just stop your crying, it's

the sign of the times. ❞

➷ nothing new, taylor swift ft. phoebe bridgers

❝ how can a person know

everythin' at 18, but nothin' at 22?

and will you still want me

when i'm nothing new? ❞

DISCLAIMERS!

this is not a romance between emily and oc!

mazzy is pronounced like maisie

takes place in 2007 (season 3)

 

mazzy is inspired by billie eilish, beabadoobee, gracie abrams, and olivia rodrigo. a lot of their songs are mentioned, you don't have to listen to them songs but it helps set the scene!

this book will have mentions of murder, assault, physical abuse, self harm, panic attacks, depression, anxiety, alcohol use, foul language.

please get help if you are struggling with any of these things! if you ever need to talk to someone my dms are always open <3

[emilys-bangs]

“when she looked down she was met with a reflection of herself: feathered bangs, wide brown eyes, rosy cheeks, and a puckered bottom lip.”

I was literally sold from this singular line hello??? You’re TOO good

“Malory stopped dead in her tracks right before she reached the door, turning around and making her best attempt at a sprint towards Emily. She wrapped her arms around Emily’s thighs, pressing her face into the side of them as she mumbled:

“Love you, Mommy.””

THIS WAS SO CUTEEE☹️☹️ you know Emily’s heart was breaking in half :((

Way to my heart — e. prentiss

single mom!emily prentiss x daycare worker!reader

content: momily, mainly fluff, its a drag really. a toddler who’s too aware for her own good.

word count: 2.4k

author’s note: ive never written a kid before, this was uhhh very experimental. thanks @emilys-bangs, my fave loser, for paving the mom!emily way and also helping me out:P

feedback is always appreciated:3 (and in this case would help a lot<3)

The daycare was small, the locale decorated with bright colors and things that appealed to children—Colorful couches, Small bookshelves littered with toys, and slim picture books. From where Emily stood, she could see a group of kids sitting on a colorful carpet in a small room, their attention fixated on something—or someone—that was just out of sight. A tug on her shirt pulled her out of her state of hypervigilance, and when she looked down she was met with a reflection of herself: feathered bangs, wide brown eyes, rosy cheeks, and a puckered bottom lip.

“What’s wrong, sweet girl?” Emily uttered, crouching to be level with the small girl. She was acutely aware of the crease of her pants pressing into her thighs, and the lines that’d linger on her leather boots as she lowered herself. Nervous would be an understatement for how she currently felt. Her little girl’s first day at daycare.

”Don’t wanna go,” the brown-eyed girl replied, her speech muffled by the fingers she’d placed in her mouth. Emily’s heart tightened in her chest, and this was the fortieth time she considered walking out in the 5 minutes she’d been here. She ‘tsk’d softly, gently drawing the girl's hand away from her mouth.

“Mmm, what’d we say about putting our fingers in our mouth?” Emily deflected briefly, holding the small hand in her own. Malory had apparently inherited the habit from Emily—same anxious tic, same puckered lips—and she was determined to unteach it.

“S’not go there,” the girl offered, still pouting.

“Exactly, those don’t go there,” she replied with a soft smile, ignoring the way her chest did that tightening thing again when Malory’s lower lip quivered. She was convinced that if she cried, she’d cry too. “It’ll be fun.” She spoke gently, tilting her head and tucking a strand of hair behind Malory’s ear, trying to convince herself just as much as she was trying to convince her daughter.

The moment she saw tears gathering at the corner of those big round eyes, she turned her face away, willing herself to stay strong. “Look, Mae.” She said after taking a look around the space. She pointed in the direction of the carpeted room she’d seen earlier, “whaddaya think they’re doing?” Her hand came to rest on the girl's backpack and she gently guided her to look in the direction of the kids as she spoke. Emily turned her head back towards Malory, watching as she took in the room—hesitant, but interested.

“reading?” she said, and the soft sound of her ‘r’ mixing in with a ‘w’ made Emily huff in amusement, despite her overflowing anxiety.

“Yeah, baby, they’re reading! We like to read, hm?” She said, running soft fingers through the girl's bangs.

The small hand tightened against her own as Malory nodded, “Uh-huh,” she said, her eyes attentive. She turned her gaze away from Malory’s face and looked to the spot that had seemed to pique the girl's interest.

Just then, you appeared in the doorway, startling both Emily and the smaller version of herself. Before you could come any closer, Emily stood—her grip on Malory’s hand strong, protective, and a little shaky. “Good Morning,” she greeted, extending her free hand out with a polite smile.

You shook her hand, offering a smile of your own as you introduced yourself. “You must be Mrs. Prentiss.” You said, squeezing her hand softly before letting go.

She visibly grimaced at the title, holding her free hand up in a playful protest as she shook her head, “Please, call me Emily,” she chuckled, and she hoped you couldn’t see the nervousness radiating off of her. Surely, It couldn’t be unusual, parents were often more worried than their kids when it came to their first day, right? You laughed at her dismissal of the title and smiled, it was warm and inviting. As everything else about you seemed to be.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Emily.” You said, before turning to the smaller version of the woman in front of you.

You introduced yourself to the small brown-eyed girl, your tone a little softer than it had been seconds earlier.

“…and you must be Malory,” you said, crouching down to her eye level whilst holding out your hand, her small warm hand—a contrast to her mother's, which were cold and rough—laid on yours and Emily was slightly taken aback. Malory had never been one to take kindly to strangers, yet she seemed to like you…almost instantly, and that made the tightening in Emily’s chest loosen up. Not by much, but it was something.

Emily watched as your hand closed around Malory’s, the way the little girl’s eyes lit up and how her eyebrows seemed to unfurrow as she nodded.

“M’four,” Malory said, letting go of Emily’s hand, not yours, to hold up four small fingers. A subtle panic ran through Emily, and she had to scold herself. This is good, she thought, This is what needs to happen. But, it was bittersweet. She took a small step back, eyes narrowed as she watched you interact with Malory.

“Four?” you gasped, “Wow! You’re a big girl,” an exaggerated surprised look washed over your face as you squeezed her hand. Emily huffed softly in amusement, despite herself.

“She’s been practicing holding up those fingers for weeks,” Emily said, a hint of pride slipping through her voice. Your eyes met hers for a brief second, the shared humor sparking something unspoken between you.

“Well, she’s nailed it,” you replied with a grin, looking back at the young girl. Emily couldn’t help but smile back, her heart fluttering at the way you seemed genuinely amused.

Malory, however, was seemingly unaffected by Emily’s comment, her eyes busy flitting from your face to the classroom behind you. Upon noticing, you smiled, turning to look over your shoulder and towards the small room.

“Those are my friends,” you said, turning to meet her eyes again. The small pout she’d been wearing when you arrived was gone and her lips were now slightly parted, intrigue written all over her tiny features. “They really wanna meet you,” your voice was softer this time and you tilted your head as if you were trying to approach an injured animal. Her eyes met yours again, the twinkle of intrigue seemingly shining a little brighter.

Malory turned to meet Emily’s gaze, and Emily knew Malory’s next move depended on Emily’s current reaction. Yet, her hand did not move from yours. Emily took in a small breath, nodding as she licked her lips. “You’ll have fun, baby.” She smiled, taking a hand out of her pocket to run her fingers through the girl's bangs, once more. Malory looked up at Emily, and through all the intrigue that glazed them, Emily could still see the small hints of uncertainty speckled in her brown eyes. The little girl turned her head to look at you, and then back at Emily.

“How about this?” Emily said, moving her hand down to caress Malory’s chin. “You go in, see if you like it..” her voice was soft and her fingers gingerly danced across the girl’s cheek, “then you come back and tell me all about it, how does that sound?”

Malory looked back at you, then at the classroom. The action repeated as if she was torn on where to go.

“Okay,” she said, meeting Emily’s eyes. Emily responded with a soft nod, and an even softer smile. The bittersweet feeling flooded her chest again, and figured it was better to say goodbye before the waterworks picked up. She crouched again, placing a soft kiss on Malory’s forehead, then one on her nose. The girl scrunched her face up in her response, a small giggle accompanying the action.

“Mommy,” she protested, bringing her small hands to Emily's face as she pouted. Emily laughed softly, concealing the emotions that threatened to break her voice.

“Be good, okay?” She said, her eyes taking in all the small details of Malory’s face. Malory nodded, then placed a kiss of her own on Emily’s cheek.

Emily watched as you took Malory’s hand, offering her a small wave with an empathetic smile as you began walking the girl toward the classroom. But, Malory stopped dead in her tracks right before she reached the door, turning around and making her best attempt at a sprint towards Emily. She wrapped her arms around Emily’s thighs, pressing her face into the side of them as she mumbled:

“Love you, Mommy.”

Since then, you’d become an integral part of their weekday mornings, and Emily’s afternoons—which were often preceded by the glum nature of her job—seemed to pick up a little when she watched you interact with Malory. And in the evenings, you’d come up more often than she’d like to admit.

Today was no different. Well, maybe a little. She’d gotten held back at Quantico, lost track of time, and ended up arriving at the daycare 45 minutes after pickup. She’d pay whatever fine, it didn’t matter. But, she felt awful knowing that she’d held you back.

She walked through the double doors, and met with the same colorful setting from that first day. Yet, there was less commotion—not as many tiny hands flailing around and not nearly as many small voices filling the space. She spotted Malory instantly, sat against one of the colorful bean bags. She shifted her gaze slightly to the right and spotted you sitting across from her, seemingly completely entranced in whatever story the 4-year-old was telling.

Emily’s chest always warmed around her daughter—it was instinct. But seeing Malory so at ease, her small voice animated as she shared a story, sent a different kind of warmth spreading through her. Guilt tugged at her as she glanced at the clock, but for a fleeting moment, she wished she could stay unnoticed, soaking in the scene.

She made her way over, her smile growing as soon as Malory noticed her. Mae forgot all about her story and jumped up, running towards her mom who was already waiting with open arms, and leaving you to watch. It was obvious her embrace made all of Emily’s worries fade momentarily. Her shoulders dropped and she let out a soft breath as she closed her eyes and swayed Malory from side to side.

Once she opened her eyes and saw you standing there she grimaced apologetically, Malory still in her arms. “I’m so sorry— Things got dragged out at work and I left as soon as I could.”

You shook your head, your hands going into the pockets of your jeans to stop the fidgeting that seemed to come up whenever Emily was around. “It’s okay, I understand, things happen.” you smiled, watching as Malory turned around in her mom’s arms. “Plus, Mae’s a really good storyteller.” You gestured in Mae’s direction, shooting the small girl a wink.

Emily looked down at the girl in her arms, laughing softly at Malory’s nods.

“What’s that you got there, Mae?” Emily said furrowing her brow as she noticed the piece of paper in the girl's right hand, it was small and colorful; that was all she could see from this angle. Malory—who seemed to have forgotten about the paper—turned around and out of Emily’s arms, holding the paper in front of her chest proudly.

“It’s us!” Mae exclaimed, A bright background scribbled in a range of colors was accompanied by three figures, the two tall ones on the outside and a small one in the center. All holding hands.

Emily smiled, eyebrows still furrowed. “Yeah?” she said, moving her eyes from the drawing to yours. You had a light tinge in your cheeks and an almost sheepish smile on your face as you met Emily’s eyes. You offered a small shrug, unsure of what to say. Unsure of how Emily would take it.

“Yeah!” Malory exclaimed, with all the innocence of a toddler. “That’s me! This is you, with your job card,” she said, pointing to a small square on one of the stick figures—which Emily figured was supposed to be her badge— “and that’s her!” she said, pointing to the third stick figure and pointing at you with a smile that almost reached her ears.

Emily brought the edge of her lip between her teeth, nodding softly. She could see you out of her peripheral vision, shifting your weight from foot to foot as you eyed the pair. Something told her you were just as surprised as she was. She smiled again, “That looks just like her, Mae!” she said, pointing to the stick figure. “Just as pretty,” she said a little quieter, bringing her face closer to Malory’s as if it was a secret, though she knew you’d heard it.

Malory giggled, turning her face to look at you, and Emily did the same. The blush on your cheeks was more prominent, and your smile had grown, despite your attempts at containing it. Just as you were about to sputter out some dismissive nonsense, Mae spoke up again.

“…and she likes coffee! Just like you, mommy!” Malory said, leaning into Emily like it was their little secret. Emily let out a little gasp, furrowing her brows at Malory.

“Well, maybe we should get her some, hm?” she said, and Malory’s face lit up as if she’d just heard the best idea ever. She nodded excitedly and gave you a brief look before turning back to Emily. “M’gonna tell her!” she said, walking the maybe 5-foot distance with determination.

You decided to act like you’d been oblivious to the whole conversation, for Malory’s sake, of course.

“My mommy wants to get coffee with you!” She said, with bluntness only a four-year-old could have. You put on your best surprised expression, watching as the girl stood in front of you, chest puffed, head held high.

“As an apology, of course.” Emily smiled from behind Malory.

“As an apology,” Malory nodded, and though she stumbled over the word a little bit, her determination was unfaltering.

You let out a soft laugh, nodding at Malory. “I’d like that,” you smiled, looking up at Emily, who returned it, her dimples accentuating the already beautiful sight.

The eye contact between the two of you seemed like it would stretch on, and you would’ve let it had Malory not interrupted.

“So, yes?” The small girl asked with furrowed brows and a slightly confused look, not understanding the silent exchange. You and Emily shared a look before laughing.

“Yes, I'll have coffee with your mom.”