The Proposal 💍

The Carnival Fair!

Thanks for the mention!

Hi

Have u written a story where they take Henry or maybe if not both kids with there daughter carried by jj , to a fair and and ace takes in one of those rigged shooting games and the guy running it is over cocky thinking that she has no chance, so ace asks Henry what prize he wants and he decides on the biggest one there. Of course ace wins it wiping the smug look of the guys face. Emily and jj are insanely turned on but before they can even think of that Henry does something really sweet and gifts the prize to his sister

Ur writing is amazing

I haven’t written that but @anything-pov definitely wrote that for their Ghost series! Check it out.

penelope x non binary reader( they/them)

talks of the future together

kids

WAIT ACTUALLY I WANNA SEE UR TAKE ON PEN AS A MOM PLZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Pillow Planning

Hope you like :)

It had started with a quiet night, feet tangled beneath a fuzzy throw blanket, Penelope tucked into the crook of Y/N Y/N's shoulder on the couch.

The television was murmuring something cheerful and forgettable, but Penelope's mind was already far from it, her fingers idly tracing shapes against Y/N's thigh.

"Have you ever thought about kids?" she asked, her voice low, careful. Y/N didn't flinch. Instead, they turned slightly, brushing a kiss to her hairline. "All the time," they said simply.

Their tone wasn't performative or dramatic... it was simple, real.

Garcia blinked up at them, almost too surprised, "Really?" Y/N nodded, "I think... I've always wanted to give someone the kind of safety and home I didn't have. I am so glad I found you... and I think we'd make a weird, glittery, brilliantly kind little human."

Garcia beamed, eyes stinging, "I want that too, I want all of it with you. Diapers, glitter explosions, juice boxes on courtroom steps. All of it."

Their fingers twined, a promise was made, half whispered, half anchored in the silent space between them.

- - -

The Team Barbecue - A few years later...

Garcia knelt by the front door, zipping up a bright yellow backpack adorned with cartoon stars and smiling dinosaurs. Inside was, wipes, snacks, extra clothes, a water bottle, and of course, a small plush fox named Captain Fuzzy.

Behind her, Y/N stood in the hallway, bent over carefully as they guided a squirming three year old into a pair of denim jeans and a bright red t-shirt with a dinosaur on the front, an exact miniature of Y/N's own outfit.

Garcia had demanded it, matching fits, looking good for photos. "Rex," Y/N said, their voice patient but firm, "arms up, big guy. Gotta get these pants up... don't want to be free willing it later."

Rex giggled, sleepy curls falling over his eyes. "I like bath free will," he mumbled. Y/N lifted him easily, smoothing his shirt down, whispering something Garcia couldn't quite catch, but she didn't have to.

It was always soft when Ronnie talked to their son. Always steady, calm.

Garcia zipped up the bag and stood, watching them, her heart just... full. Her spouse, tall, lean, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, tattoos peeking out under the collar of their shirt, was glowing in a way only she could see.

The way they looked at Rex, how they instinctively caught him when he lost balance, the way their arms formed home around him. That was what made her fall for Y/N in the first place.

Their loyalty. Steadiness. Their fire when needed, but never with her. Never with Rex. They caught Garcia looking, "What?" Y/N asked. Garcia could only smile, kissing Rex's forehead, then Y/N's mouth.

"You look good in denim. You both do."

- - -

Rossi's backyard was already filling with laughter and the smell of barbecue sauce and charred onions. Garcia led the way through the garden gate, Rex's little hand tight around Y/N's index finger.

She waved broadly to JJ, Emily, Spencer, and Rossi, all gathered around a large outdoor table with drinks and plates in hand.

"Everyone!!" Garcia beamed, "This is Rex Y/L/N-Garcia, he's... three, he's a dinosaur enthusiast and he is not sure if you are real people or ghosts.

Rex immediately ducked behind Y/N's legs. JJ coming over to kneel down slowly, setting her drink aside and pulling a cookie from a plate. "Hey there, Rex," she said gently, "I've got a dino cookie..."

Rex peeked out.

Y/N leaned down, murmuring to him. "It's okay. I'll come with you... I promise."

With tiny steps, Rex walked out from the safe haven of Y/N's legs, one hand still clinging to the fabric of their jeans. He reached for the cookie with his free hand, cheeks flushed pink, eyes wide.

"There you go," JJ said, holding it out without moving closer. Rex took it, then immediately turned to Y/N, "Dama stay?"

Y/N crouched beside him, "Right here, bug."

Garcia watched as JJ gently asked Rex about his dinosaur shirt, and he mumbled something about 'T-rex teeth' with a mouth full of cookie.

Garcia wiped a stray tear before it could fall, blinking up at the sky for a second. She turned to find Emily beside her, a smirk tugging at her lips. "You okay, mama?"

Garcia let out a shaky laugh, "Yeah... yeah, I just... this is everything. Y/N, Rex, the matchy-matchy denim, the fact that my son just came out of hiding for a cookie... that's parenting. That's our kid."

Y/N joined her then, slipping an arm around her waist, their voice low in her ear, “He’s doing great.”

“You’re doing great,” Garcia said, resting her head on their shoulder. “You’re everything I ever wanted, you know?”

Y/N kissed her temple. “And you’re more than I thought I deserved.”

Garcia sniffled, then straightened. “Okay. Emotional moment over. Let’s get matching lemonade and take family photos before someone spills ketchup on our son.”

*Dama is the name I adopted for another series, it's 'dad' and 'ma' together, more of a non-binary... they/them version of a parental figure name!

some more mother Emily stuff please

Maybe y/n is slightly ill

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

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

Cuddle up with y/n

Fluffy dovey lovey stuff

Enjoy!

When You Get Home

- - -

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

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

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

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

“Mommy!”

“Mommy!”

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

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

“I missed you both so much!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But the laundry-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- - -

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

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

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

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

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

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

- - -

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

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

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

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

It was oddly meditative.

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 4 of Emily’s Anger out now! Hold onto your hats… it’ll only get more angsty from here!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61419313/chapters/157884844#workskin

can you write a fic where reader is deaf and Emily learn sign language for them??

Enjoy!!

Prentiss Signs

Truthfully? You never expected her to try. You couldn't just expect something like that from someone, or at least you'd come to learn that.

Emily was already so busy, with jetting off to cases, working long nights, leading the team, carrying the weight of so many lives. You'd told her more than once, "It's okay... you don't have to."

And you meant it.

But Emily Prentiss has a stubborn streak, and she doesn't do anything halfway. So when she showed up one evening with a stack of notecards, her hair a mess and her jacket over one arm, you just stared.

She dropped her keys, and her bag, and signed (clumsily, but surprisingly clearly), "Hi. I want to learn." You blinked, then blinked again.

She smiled, nervous and unsure, and added aloud, slow enough for you to read her lips, "I know I got that wrong. But... I want to do this. For you."

And so it began.

At first, Emily struggled. Her slim fingers didn't want to cooperate, she'd blame it on her years of holding stiff guns, her brow would furrow constantly.

And more than once she muttered, "This shouldn't be harder than hostage negotiations," which you couldn't help but giggle at, though you'd quickly hide it under a cough when her arms would cross with a sigh.

But you were patient, as patient as she'd allow. You signed things slowly, sometimes repeating them two, three even four times till she got it.

When she fumbled through something as simple as "coffee" or "work", she'd huff and sign something vaguely chaotic that made you burst out with silent laughter.

Still, she persevered, kept going.

She even enrolled in ASL class on Thursday nights, juggling it between her BAU schedule and mountains of Chief worthy paperwork.

You'd catch her practicing in the mirror, mouthing the words while signing them slowly, her fingers dancing shakily until they learned the easing rhythm.

You'd fall asleep sometimes with her arm wrapped around your waist, her free hand unconsciously tracing the alphabet against your back. And slowly, oh so slowly, she got better.

You taught her curse words when she needed to vent, and jokes when she needed to smile. She learned "I love you" early, she practiced it more than once.

One night, without warning, she looked at you, no stumble or hesitation, and signed it. Perfectly. "I love you". You forgot how to breath for a second.

- - -

A few months later...

You, something you don't usually do, join the BAU team for dinner. Garcia picked the restaurant, somewhere trendy and loud, all laughter and clinking glasses.

The team has taken over a long table in the back. Emily rests her hand on your lower back as you slide into the seat beside her. And just like that, it starts.

Morgan is already in story mode, laughing at something Spencer had mistakenly done last week, talking a mile a minute. JJ is trying to keep up, and Garcia's hand gestures alone could tell a full story.

You lean back, a little overwhelmed, your brows furrowing as you slowly get left behind...

But then Emily taps your thigh gently, her fingers drawing your attention. She signs slowly, "Morgan said Reid spilled coffee on Hotch's files. Again."

You snort. Emily smiles.

Every few minutes, she checks in, translating certain bits of fast conversation, shortening some, skipping others, but making sure you're never left out of the loop.

She signs across your lap, under the table, casually but clearly, pausing sometimes to double check her signs. Once, when she fumbles over a complex phrase Garcia throws out, she huffs, rolls ger eyes and signs, "I'm trying, okay?"

You kiss her cheek. Knowing Garcia was one to make up her own words and phrases to emphasise her misfortune.

- - -

Later that night, when everyone was full and winding down, you notice the others looking at her a little differently. Not unkindly. Just... moved.

Emily, who once struggled to remember the difference between "want" and "need", is now translating full conversations without missing a beat or made up word.

And she learned it all, just for you.

You squeeze her hand under the table, signing a slow, heartfelt, "Thank you. I see you." She squeezes back, "Always, love."

It's like you were in my brain

again amazing fic thank you so much

No worries! Glad you enjoyed it!! 😊

what are your request guidelines? :3

Truthfully, I don’t really have any. I’ve only ever received two fic requests that I’ve turned down, and I turned them down based on pairings and certain kinks.

I typically write for Criminal Minds and Marvel, and have recently started dabbling in smut so I’ve written a lot more requests than I would have if you’d asked me a few months ago. 🙂

So, it always depends, for now I don’t have any, but I’ll start thinking and maybe I’ll make a post of guidelines for future requests. But for now…

Request anything you’d like to see, and if I refrain from writing it, I’d let ya know!

😁

One Shot Messages

JJ: Hey, what's going on? You seem a little off. Y/N: Just tired. Long case. JJ: Tired, huh? Maybe you need a distraction. I can make you laugh - I'm pretty funny. Y/N: You? Funny? I'll believe it when I see it. JJ: Challenge accepted. Prepare to be amazed. Y/N: Alright, let's see what you got. JJ: Okay, here goes - why don't skeletons fight each other? Because they don't have the guts. Y/N: Ugh, that was terrible. JJ: I know, right? I'm hilarious. Y/N: You're lucky I love you. JJ: I'll take that as a win :)

Final Chapter is out!

Late post, but, Chapter 13 of Emily’s Anger is out!