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willing and able- noah kahan/ option on a poll from @stargirldotcom/ frog and toad/ @death-born-aphrodite/ our last night- better than ezra/ @stargirldotcom/ everything, everywhere, all at once/ @death-born-aphrodite/ calvin and hobbes
Emily bringing back a little trinket or souvenir for your daughter when she has a case far away. Bringing just a little joy into her day to distract her from the death and pain.
Emily eventually becoming more overprotective than you are because of everything she’s seen. To the point where she’ll call you randomly just to make sure everything is ok.
Emily coming over in the middle of the night to help after a long shift just because you sounded tired over the phone.
Emily making picnics on the living room floor so you guys can have date night without having to find a babysitter.
Emily’s coworkers (especially JJ and Penelope) becoming additional babysitters because they can see how much you mean to Emily.
Emily baby proofing her place only like a month after meeting you because she wants you to feel comfortable.
Emily googling “baby hair styles” on the plane and other related topics instead of focusing like she should be.
Emily keeping a photo of you and your child in the back of her phone case to always have you with her. No one can see it because she doesn’t want unsubs knowing about the most precious part of her life but she knows it’s there.
Emily becoming softer with you and finally feeling safe to take down years of walls.
The ask about Emily hearing her Baby saying mama for the first time got me thinking…Emily missing all those firsts but never knowing cause you act surprised and tell her it’s the first time and literally threaten anyone with death if they ever tell her the truth. She will believe she miraculously never missed a first with her Baby and if it’s the last thing you will do. And then there is actually a time your Baby waits for her to come back to take her first steps or anything and Emily is suspicious of you cause she cannot believe she actually never missed a first but you are so shocked/surprised that she is thrown off by your very real emotional reaction that her doubts get diminished by it. :‘) Anyways make Emily Prentiss happy please and thank you
Oh my god stop it😭 this happened in my canon, she'd never find out the truth </3
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Just imagine the first time Emily’s kid says “mama” is right after she gets home from a really hard case and her daughter waddles over to her and wraps her little arms around Emily’s leg and mumbles “mama” while a smile on her face and then Emily just starts sobbing
Oh I'm imagining😭😭😭😭 and she hides her face in her hands and just loses it and the baby is so confused and she says it again with so much concern in her little voice :'')) and Emily picks her up and gives her the tightest hug and all the kisses :'')) her face dripping tears :'')) she literally has to tear herself away when it's the baby's bedtime and she cries again in the shower and AGAIN when you hold her and she's this strange mix of so hollow yet bursting at the seams at the same time </3 all the crying wears her out and makes her sleep like a log, tightly curled around you
I know I say it over and over in my fics but hotch is soooo the my money is your money and your money is your money husband… you move in with that man and he tries soft launching paying for your entire life the following week
aaron who has been in high paying jobs for a long time falling in love with someone who’s never had real money. aaron not realising what it is about his paying for everything that makes you so squirmy. dinner, movies, dates to fancy places, vacations, he just sees it all as the gentlemanly thing to do, and once’s he enamoured with you, like, in love with you—second date, tipsy, kissing his cheek telling him he smells nice as he tries to get you home in one piece—it’s his desire to pay for everything regardless. he doesn’t even like seeing your purse on the table, it gives him the heebies.
aaron who asks you to move in without any real hesitation at the eight month mark. knows it’s early for some, feels late for you, god, what would he have given somewhere in that three months dating period to get to keep you every day? when he was laying awake at night thinking of excuses to text you, call you, and invite you over. he would’ve asked you then if he hadn’t known it was taboo. so eight months was him trying his very hardest to be good.
aaron who stares at you in confusion when you ask him, a little nervously across the dinner table, how much your half of the rent would be. and then aaron who leans over to kiss you square on the tip of the nose before he stands without answering, because what can he even really say? he rounds the table to lean down for a hug, squeezes you so tightly you groan as he murmurs, honey, why would i ever make you pay rent when im already doing it alone? sharing rent is perfectly fine when its a necessity, but aaron genuinely doesn’t need your help.
the ensuing disagreements on fairness and trust, on not wanting to be made homeless on short notice if you break up, and the follow up conversation a week later where he’s put your name on the mortgage and handed you a little business card for one of JJ’s lawyer friends in case you actually worry you’ll need it. then your sniffly giggles as you ask him if you can repaint the bedroom, and his elation at getting to keep you. your little flush of delight when he gives you his credit card and tells you to go get whatever you want. you see it as a generosity, and he sees it like this: when a woman takes half of your heart for herself, and holds it in two soft hands, when she looks at you like you’re everything and trusts you to take care of her, money is inconsequential. (and he likes it when you let him treat you, but that’s an adjacent topic.)
so you get to learn what it’s like to be taken care of in a very specific way. a very American way, maybe, that almost nuclear arrangement, except aaron doesn’t make you stay at home if it’s not what you want, and you aren’t expected to do the majority of the chores, or handle the mental load, or cook dinner every night. you’re an equal, just a spoiled one. you’re genuinely and wholeheartedly a treasure to him. it’s why he does it all, chivalry yes, but devotion. he just loves you in a way that means he feels like looking after you is the least he can do, because you love him so well. if he had nothing, he’d still want to give you everything, because if he had nothing you’d still love him to death.
I love your writing so so much!!! I was wondering if you had any Mowalsh fam sickfic/angst ideas, especially centering around Emery? I just love the idea of her getting love from her kids and her wife all at once.
ask and you shall receive as always anon 😌♥️
for context purposes, teddy is five in this and norah is nine.
“amma, why is mom on the couch?”
samira smiles as their son bats at emery’s face, peering at her curiously, making her stir. “because mom had too much fun with uncle jack last night and came home smelling of the outdoors.” she answered.
norah frowns. “but why is she on the couch?”
teddy pokes emery’s cheek. “she does smell.”
emery groans and pushes his hand away, burying her face further into the cushions. “no, I don’t. g’away.”
samira rolls her eyes and laughs. “come on you two, up at the table. your breakfast will get cold.”
they do as they’re told, both eyeing their mother’s stirring figure as emery turns over on the couch, ruffling the blanket that had been draped over her, pressing her hand to her forehead.
the smell of food was making her feel sick.
norah took a sip of her orange juice. “is mom in trouble?”
“uh-huh.” samira said, pouring a glass of water. she could already feeling emery scowling at her from the couch.
teddy grinned through a mouthful of cereal. “loads of trouble?”
she laughed gently. “no, not loads. just…a normal amount. mom was being very naughty and was out past her bedtime.” she padded over to where emery was and crouched down, offering the water to her very grouchy looking wife. “-and I think mom is old enough to know better by now, hm?”
emery glared. “m’not too old.” she muttered, taking the water and lifting her head slightly. “still in my prime.”
“uh-huh, sure.”
emery was still wearing the same clothes from last night, except for the leather jacket she had which samira had draped over a chair when she’d found her stumbling in at four in the morning. her hair, still dark and long enough to nearly reach her elbows, was tangled and frizzy, sticking up at all angles.
samira waited for her to drink the whole glass before setting it aside and putting the back of her hand to emery’s forehead.
“did you at least have a good evening?” she asked quietly.
“mhm, think so.” emery murmured back, her voice a little scratchy, which made samira smile. “i don’t remember a lot of it.”
“sounds like you hit the karaoke bar.”
“it feels like i hit many things.”
samira laughed gently and nudged in a little closer. “I’ll get the shower running, make you something easy to eat, find you some fresh clothes and then maybe get you some actual rest?”
emery smiles tiredly. “you’re very good to me.”
“caring for the elderly…it’s one of my talents.”
“oh…” her nose wrinkled. “that’s cruel. I take it back.”
samira smiles and puts a kiss to emery’s forehead, grimacing slightly at how clammy it is. she gets up again and roots around in the kitchen cupboards for a bucket, passing it to teddy once he’d finished eating.
“can you put that in front of your mom for me?”
he looked at her, his frown identical to emery’s. “why?”
“because I value my carpet and mommy’s looking gross. go.”
unsatisfied with the answer, he does as he’s told, hopping down from the table and letting the bucket clatter loudly against the floor, making emery wince.
“this is for you, mom. amma says you smell bad.”
“mm,” emery lifted her head again wearily. “I think I recall it was you that said I smell bad, buddy.”
“what does recall mean?”
“like, to remember.” she managed. “you remember something, you recall something.”
“oh.” his eyes roamed over her for a moment, taking in her pale face and tired expression. “well, i recall you smelling bad.”
she laughed before she could stop herself, another dull wave of nausea making her groan. teddy was biologically her son but personality-wise, he’d inherited samira’s wise cracks just like his sister.
“that was very good, bud. well done.”
he tilted his head. “are you going to be sick?”
“probably.”
“are you going to die?”
“i hope not.” she said softly. “I’ve got you to look after me, haven’t i?”
“I’m not a doctor.” he said seriously. “you’re the doctor.”
“oh no, whatever will we do!” she grinned and suddenly grabbed him, making him yelp as she pulled him into a cuddle, ignoring how her stomach turned over at the movement. “you’ll have to put this on my headstone, kid. here lies beloved mom, dead because her son wasn’t a doctor yet and couldn’t look after her!”
“no!”
“yes!”
“no!” he turned in her grip, burying his face into her chest. “you’re not allowed to die.” he mumbled quietly. “not ever.”
she cuddled him closer, letting the laughter fade out. “I’m not going to die, baby.” she said softly into his hair. “okay?”
“promise?”
she stroked the back of his neck, sighing. teddy may have inherited samira’s jokes but he’d also taken on a lot of her anxiety as well, making him very serious for a five-year-old.
“i promise.” she murmured. “i’m not going to die.”
he burrowed in closer, his forehead in the crook of her neck, his little hands tightly fisting her t-shirt. she held him like that for a few moments, running her hand up and down his back, soothing him.
“I’m not going to die, ted.” she whispered again. “I promise.”
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I have one last exam and finishing up my thesis and I'M DONE. But god I'm so burned out and work is oh so very draining. I need your wisdom on how to hold on for a little while longer. Although I have to say living in this "just x weeks longer" state-of-mind is driving me into a depressive episode crazy
Tysm, I hope yours are too!! You’re soo close to being done, you’ve just got a little way to go :’) honestly I also try to use the “just x weeks longer” to keep me going but sometimes you’re just sick of it and you truly don’t care anymore no matter what you do, but when that happens I try to tell myself that if I don’t just suck it up and work on the important stuff, I’m gonna regret it later. You’ve already come all this way and it’d be such a waste to let go at the end and give up on the hard work you’d already done. I don’t know if that’s unhealthy or not but I just think of myself staring at a blank page in the exam room and feeling so frustrated that I wasted the time I could’ve been studying on on something else like writing just bc I didn’t feel like studying at the time, and no matter what you do, you can’t go back and take back the time you’d lost. Try to give yourself a bunch of rewards when you finish a section, maybe a sweet treat or something small you can indulge in that can keep you going. It’s such a hard time but you’ve got this, you already came so far!! Think of the relief you’ll feel when you’re done, and when you’ve ended it on the best note you could’ve :)) I’m wishing you all the luck in the world, truly🩷🩷🩷
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jane austen was right!!!!! i AM half agony half hope!!!!! if i loved you less i COULD talk about it more!!!!!!!! i WAS in the middle before i knew i had begun!!!!!!!
