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You Stayed

Pairing: Amelia Shepherd X reader

Word count: 837

A/N: Amelia actually needs more fics. Show my girl some love. Okay, now actually about the writing. Gender neutral reader, Amelia is running as always, and reader isn’t standing for it (fight for your girl!).

Loving Amelia Shepherd mentally was easy, natural as breathing air— physically? Not so much.

Amelia is a runner. One sign of anything romantic and she bolts. She’s been hurt too much, rewarded too little. It was the same cycle, falling hard, revealing herself, becoming too much for anyone to handle.

She’s learned that the cycle only stops if you don’t give it any possible chance to repeat.

She’s been off all day ever since you first asked her out.

You swore she was avoiding you too, leaving the attendings’ lounge when you walked in, silent in surgery, even running from hallways when you were near. It was exhausting trying to close the distance between the two of you.

You stepped into the on-call room. The bed creaks as you close the door behind you, Amelia standing up to leave. She moved to walk out, standing in front of you now— but you wouldn’t let that happen again.

You locked the door behind you, placing your hands on her shoulders and pushed her back until her knees hit the bed. Her eyes darted to the door, she could run if she wanted to, but you weren’t above chasing her.

Your hands lingered as you looked her in the eyes. “You’re being weird.”

She looks offended— which just pisses you off. She knows what you’re talking about. “Oh, wow, thanks—“

“You build walls faster than you save lives, Amelia.” You stated.

“Is that a dig at my surgical skills?”

“It’s a dig at your poor attempts at relationships.”

“I don’t want a relationship with you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “But you didn’t reject me.”

That made Amelia pause, her confidence faltering. You have her backed into a corner, and she doesn’t like the loss of control.

It was her first instinct to leave and scramble for control, for anything to keep this from getting too real.

But this already feels too real.

It felt too real the second the second you walked in, the second you reciprocated your feelings, every second you just existed. You completed her, made her feel whole in every way that mattered— and that scared her beyond belief.

Her mouth opens to speak, to deflect, to confess, to yell, to scream—but none of those options comes out. Her mouth closed.

A hand of yours moves from her shoulder to the side of her face, and Amelia finds herself leaning into your touch. It wasn’t intentional, but instinctual.

“You need to talk to me,” you said softly. “You can’t run. Not from me.”

“You don’t get it,” she murmured, dejected. “Everyone leaves eventually. If I don’t let them in, they’ll never have to leave.”

“Do you know how stupid that sounds? I’m here. Do you know miserable life would be if all you thought about was the future?” Your other hand found her face. You leaned into her, trying to envelop her in all your love for her. “I’m here right now.”

“What about when you’re not? What do I do then— how do I survive?” She wasn’t saying it to convince you anymore, rather to search for answers. She was just as uncertain as you.

“How did you survive all the other times?”

For a moment she doesn’t reply. “I didn’t.”

“Let me show you how.”

It was a promise she wanted to desperately to believe. She wanted to just hold onto that and never let go, let herself fall into you.

She inhaled, steeling herself. “Promise you’ll stay.” It wasn’t a request— it couldn’t be. “Promise.”

“I promise.” You said softly, a smile growing on your face. You lean in, brushing your lips against her forehead, then her cheek, and finally, her mouth—soft and sure.

She kisses you back like she’s trying to memorize it, like she’s afraid it’ll disappear.

But it doesn’t. You don’t.

You stay.

Say the Whole Thing

Pairing: Emily Prentiss X fem!reader

Word count: 1,036

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

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

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

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

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

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

That last one was really showing tonight.

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

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

Eloise’s brows furrowed. “Closer.”

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

Eloise gestured for you to move even closer.

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

“Closer.” she repeated more firmly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She had to tell you.

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I think I am.”

“Say it. The full thing.”

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

“Yes.”

Profile My Area Code

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

Word count: 2,225

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

Okay, you’re fucked.

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

Staking out with Emily Prentiss is.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Am I the unsub now?” You asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod.

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

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

It doesn’t work.

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

Okay, code red.

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

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

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

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

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

“God, I love that laugh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

The things this woman can do to you.

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

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

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

Emily chuckled. “In your dreams.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You think she existed to torture you.

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

“No.”

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

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

“Do what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She falters, you’re stronger than ever.

“So, tell me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A day.”

“What day?”

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

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

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

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

She doesn’t get to leave and control this.

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

“You offering?”

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

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

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

Dude, what the fuck?

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

Real smooth.

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

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

From @lcvessapphic on tumblr

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

Her Favorite

Emily Prentiss x reader

No warnings! This is all just fluff :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Leave with us in ten?”

“I’ll meet you guys there.”

You left the room, closing the door behind you.

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

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

“Shut up, Morgan.”

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