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Can you write Alex Blake x Reader fic (age gap)

where they are in an established relationship but they have a disagreement where something very hurtful was said and they took some time apart

but like with a happy ending please 

(also her son is alive)

Where It Hurts

Summary: When Alex Blake says something to hurt her girlfriend, Y/N, of a year, her world falls apart and has to grovel her way back to coupledom.

Words: 6200

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64083289

The BAU had always been a tightly knit team, but Y/N and Alex had taken “close” to a whole new level. At first, their relationship had been secret, hushed whispers in the breakroom, lingering glances across the bullpen, stolen kisses behind closed doors. It had been thrilling, something just for them.

And then Penelope Garcia, in all her tech-genius glory, had ruined it.

It wasn’t intentional. She’d been fixing something on Alex’s phone when she’d stumbled upon a very, not safe for work, photo of Y/N. A shriek, a scandalised gasp, and an immediate “Oh my god, I did not just see that” later, the entire team knew.

The teasing had been relentless, but no one was actually surprised. If anything, it made sense. Alex Blake, brilliant and meticulous, had fallen for Y/N, young and fiery, who met her sharp edges with unwavering softness. Their age gap had never mattered, not to them, not to the team.

Until it did.

Until Alex, stressed from an impossible case and her son Ethan ignoring her calls, had thrown it like a knife.

“You wouldn’t understand, Y/N. You’re ten years younger... you don’t have a kid, you don’t have my responsibilities. This is just easier for you.”

The words had landed harder than any unsub’s attack. Y/N had stood there, frozen, the air sucked out of her lungs.

Easier?

Like she hadn’t spent the last few years proving herself, clawing her way up in a field full of people who underestimated her. Like she hadn’t been patient, loving, understanding every time Alex got overwhelmed. Like she was just some… phase.

Y/N had packed a bag and left without a word.

JJ hadn’t asked questions when Y/N showed up at her door, eyes red and voice shaking. She’d just pulled her into a hug and let her stay.

Days passed. Y/N didn’t move much from the guest room. She barely ate. She ignored her phone, ignored the knocks at the door when Alex inevitably came looking. JJ didn’t tell her. Alex had called, more times than Y/N could count, but JJ had been firm. She’s safe. That’s all you need to know.

It was on the fourth day that JJ sat on the edge of the bed, nudging Y/N’s arm.

“You can’t hide forever,” she murmured. “Come back to work. You don’t have to talk to her, just… be there. Start with paperwork, something easy.”

Y/N had hesitated but eventually agreed.

And so, she returned. The bullpen was the same. The cases, the stress, the team. The only thing different was Y/N. She was quiet. Reserved. She kept her head down, her hands busy, avoiding Alex’s gaze at all costs. Alex had tried, soft greetings, lingering pauses near her desk, but Y/N didn’t bite.

She couldn’t.

Not when it still hurt. Not when Alex had finally worked up the courage to approach her in the file room, eyes pleading, voice soft. “Y/N… please.” Y/N didn’t look at her. Just kept her eyes on the papers in front of her, gripping them like a lifeline.

“I can’t, Alex,” she whispered. “We’ve talked about this… and yet, it’s the first thing you bring up in an argument.”

Alex exhaled sharply. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“But you still meant it.”

Silence. Y/N shook her head, gathering the files in her arms. “I need to get back to work.” She walked past Alex, leaving her standing there, alone, the weight of her own words crushing down on her.

And for the first time, Alex wondered if she had just lost the best thing in her life.

She had never been good at apologies. She was good at analysing, at solving, at making sense of chaos. But fixing something she had broken? That was different. And she had broken this.

Y/N hadn’t spoken to her beyond the necessities of the job. She worked her cases, did her paperwork, laughed with the team, but never with Alex. Never near Alex. And Alex hated it.

She had tried, in small ways. Leaving coffee on Y/N’s desk in the mornings. Taking some of her paperwork when the pile got too high. Even offering little glances, silent pleads that Y/N never acknowledged.

JJ wasn’t making it any easier.

“She’s not ready,” JJ had told her when Alex had cornered her in the hallway. “And you don’t get to push her into being ready just because you are.”

That stung. But it was true. So Alex waited.

- - -

It was late on a Wednesday, when Alex finally had her chance. Most of the team had gone home, the bullpen empty except for one desk still glowing under the fluorescent lights. Y/N was still there. Alex hesitated before walking over, her heart beating a little too fast.

“You should go home.”

Y/N didn’t look up. “I have work to do.”

Alex sighed. “It’s late, Y/N.” Y/N let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “Yeah, well, it’s not like I have anywhere else to be.” That was a jab. Alex swallowed. “Y/N…”

Y/N finally looked at her, and Alex hated what she saw, tired eyes, hurt still lingering beneath the surface. “You don’t get to do this, Alex,” Y/N said, voice quiet but firm. “You don’t get to act like you care after what you said.”

“I do care,” Alex insisted. “I always have.” Y/N shook her head. “Then why was it so easy for you to throw the age thing in my face? Why was that the first thing you went for?”

Alex had no answer.

Because it had been easy. Because she had been frustrated and overwhelmed and had taken it out on the one person who least deserved it. “I was wrong,” Alex admitted. “I was frustrated and stressed, but that doesn’t excuse what I said.” She hesitated, then softened.

“I love you, Y/N. And I hate that I made you feel like… like I don’t see you as my equal.”

Y/N blinked at her, caught off guard. “Is that what you think this is about?” Alex frowned. “Isn’t it?”

Y/N sighed, rubbing a hand down her face. “It’s not about equality, Alex. It’s about trust.” She shook her head. “We both knew there was an age gap. We talked about it. But then the moment things got tough, you used it against me. How am I supposed to trust that you won’t do it again?”

Alex felt her throat tighten.

She didn’t have an answer for that. So instead, she did the only thing she could, she reached out, hesitating before her fingers gently brushed Y/N’s hand.

“I don’t deserve another chance,” Alex admitted. “But if you ever decide you’re willing to give me one… I swear, I’ll never make you question this again.” Y/N stared at her for a long moment, something unreadable in her expression.

Then, slowly, she pulled her hand away.

“I need time.” Alex nodded, even though it hurt, “Take all the time you need.”

And with that, she walked away, leaving Y/N alone at her desk, staring down at the spot where Alex’s hand had been, wondering if she’d ever be ready to reach back.

- - -

Y/N hadn’t planned on drinking. But the moment she left the office, the idea of going back to that empty guest room at JJ’s, alone, with nothing but her thoughts, was unbearable. So she stopped at a liquor store on the way.

The whiskey burned on the way down, but at least it was something. Something to drown out the ache in her chest, the way Alex’s voice had lingered in her head. I love you, Y/N. Take all the time you need.

Did Alex really mean that? Or was it just another empty promise?

Y/N didn’t know anymore. By the time she stumbled back into JJ’s house, the bottle was half-empty. She barely made it to the guest room before she collapsed onto the bed, tears already burning in her eyes.

It hurt.

It really fucking hurt.

She loved Alex. Of course, she did. But love wasn’t supposed to feel like this, like a constant battle between wanting to stay and needing to protect herself.

Somewhere between the alcohol and the exhaustion, the emotions crashed over her like a tidal wave. She couldn’t breathe. Her chest tightened, her hands shaking as she tried to gulp in air that just wouldn’t come. Panic.

She was panicking, but she couldn’t stop. She barely heard the door creak open before JJ’s voice cut through the haze.

“Y/N?”

A pause. Then, suddenly, JJ was at her side, kneeling next to the bed.

“Oh, sweetheart…”

JJ’s hands were warm as they gripped Y/N’s shoulders, steadying her. “Hey, hey, look at me. Breathe, okay? Just breathe.”

“I-I can’t,” Y/N choked out, her vision swimming.

“Yes, you can,” JJ said firmly. “Follow my voice. In for four, okay? One, two, three, four... good, now out.” Y/N tried. She really did. But her body wasn’t listening, her breaths coming in sharp, ragged gasps.

JJ’s hands cupped her face, grounding her. “I’ve got you, Y/N. You’re safe. Just focus on me.”

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, her whole body shaking. JJ kept whispering to her, kept counting, her voice steady, unwavering. And slowly, so slowly, Y/N’s breaths started to even out. Her body sagged, exhaustion taking over.

JJ exhaled, rubbing soothing circles on Y/N’s back. “Jesus, Y/N… you scared me.” Y/N let out a weak, watery laugh. “Join the club.” JJ sighed, glancing at the whiskey bottle on the nightstand. “This isn’t helping, you know.”

“I know,” Y/N admitted, voice hoarse.

JJ hesitated before softening. “You don’t have to go through this alone.” Y/N blinked up at her, her throat tight. “I don’t know how to stop hurting.” JJ gave her a sad smile, brushing damp hair from Y/N’s forehead.

“You don’t,” she said. “Not all at once. But you let the people who love you help you through it.” Y/N swallowed hard. JJ didn’t say Alex’s name. Didn’t push her to talk about it. JJ just stayed. She didn’t leave Y/N.

Even after Y/N’s breathing steadied, after the shaking subsided, after the quiet sobs turned into exhausted silence, JJ stayed. She sat on the floor next to the bed, rubbing slow circles into Y/N’s back, waiting for the storm to pass.

It didn’t. Not completely. But Y/N was too drained to cry anymore, too heavy with exhaustion and whiskey to do anything but lie there, staring at the ceiling. JJ finally sighed, brushing a hand through Y/N’s hair.

“Come on,” she murmured. “You need water. And food. And about ten hours of sleep.”

Y/N didn’t move. “I’m fine.” JJ let out a humorless laugh. “Yeah. Sure. That’s why I found you hyperventilating in the dark, halfway through a bottle of whiskey.” Y/N winced. JJ had a way of cutting through her bullshit.

Still, she shook her head. “I don’t want to talk about it.” JJ stood, stretching before fixing her with a look. “You don’t have to. But you do have to get up.” Y/N groaned but let JJ pull her up. The world tilted slightly, and she caught herself against the nightstand.

JJ was already in full mom mode, handing her a bottle of water. “Drink. Small sips.” Y/N obeyed. The water was cold, soothing against her raw throat. JJ nodded approvingly. “Good. Now come on. Kitchen.”

Y/N frowned. “It’s late.” JJ just rolled her eyes. “And? You think I’m letting you go back to sleep like this? No chance.” Y/N sighed but followed her anyway.

JJ made grilled cheese.

It was simple, easy, but warm. Y/N sat at the kitchen table, watching as JJ moved around with practiced ease, flipping sandwiches like it was a skill she was born with. JJ slid a plate in front of her, crossing her arms. “Eat.”

Y/N stared at it, suddenly aware of how empty her stomach felt. She took a bite. Then another. JJ smirked.

“See? Food is good.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. For a while, they ate in silence. Then JJ spoke, her voice softer. “Alex came looking for you again today.” Y/N stiffened. JJ held up a hand. “Relax. I didn’t tell her you were here.” Y/N exhaled slowly.

“Thank you.”

JJ hesitated before sitting across from her. “You know, she’s miserable.” Y/N scoffed, looking away. “Yeah, well. So am I.” JJ nodded, like she expected that. “I’m not saying you have to forgive her. I just think… you two need to talk. For real.”

Y/N swallowed hard. “JJ…”

“I know,” JJ said quickly. “I know she hurt you. And you have every right to be mad. But I also know Alex, and she doesn’t say things she doesn’t mean. She loves you, Y/N.” Y/N stared at her plate, picking at the crust of her sandwich.

JJ leaned forward, her voice gentle. “Just think about it, okay?” Y/N didn’t answer. But later that night, lying awake in JJ’s guest room, she found herself thinking about nothing else.

- - -

Y/N didn’t go to work the next day. JJ had tried to nudge her in that direction, but one look at her exhausted face and she backed off.

“Fine,” JJ had sighed. “One more day. But tomorrow, you are getting your ass out of bed.”

Y/N had muttered something resembling agreement and rolled over.

She wasn’t ready to face Alex.

Not yet.

So she spent the day in JJ’s guest room, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything over and over in her mind. The way Alex had looked at her. The way she had sounded, so genuine when she said she loved her. When she told her to take all the time she needed.

But Y/N knew better than to trust words alone.

Because when Alex had been stressed, when the weight of the job and Ethan and life had pressed too hard, the first thing she grabbed to throw was their age. It was easy for her to go there. And that meant it would always be there, waiting beneath the surface.

Right?

Y/N sighed, rolling onto her stomach, burying her face in the pillow. She didn’t hear the front door open. Didn’t hear JJ let out an exasperated sigh.

Didn’t hear JJ say, “You have five minutes. If she tells me to kick you out, I’m doing it.”

What she did hear was the hesitant knock against the doorframe.

And the voice that followed.

“Y/N?”

Y/N’s body tensed.

Alex.

She knew she should get up, should say something, but her body felt like lead, her heart already beating too fast.

Silence.

Then the sound of Alex stepping further inside, quiet, cautious. “I, um…” Alex cleared her throat. “I know you don’t want to see me. And I don’t blame you. But I needed to come here and say something. Just once.”

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut. JJ, you traitor. Alex exhaled slowly. “I was wrong.” That made Y/N open her eyes.

Alex’s voice was steadier now, more sure. “I was wrong for saying what I did. For making you feel like, like I see you as less. Because I don’t, Y/N. I never have.”

Y/N sat up slowly, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes before finally looking at Alex. She looked awful. Dark circles under her eyes, her posture rigid like she was bracing for a blow.

Y/N swallowed. “Then why did you say it?”

Alex sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Because I was angry. And I panicked. And instead of dealing with it like an adult, I lashed out.” She shook her head. “It was cruel. And unfair. And I hate that I hurt you.”

Y/N let that sink in.

It was real.

Not an excuse. Not a deflection. Just Alex standing there, admitting she had fucked up. Still…

“I don’t know if I can trust you not to do it again,” Y/N admitted. Alex nodded, like she had expected that. “I get that. And I won’t try to convince you otherwise.” She hesitated. “But I can show you.”

Y/N’s throat felt tight.

Alex took a slow step forward. “I love you, Y/N. And I don’t care how long it takes... you’re worth the wait.” Silence.

Then, Y/N let out a shaky breath.

“Okay.” Alex’s brows furrowed. “Okay?”

Y/N nodded. “I don’t know if I can trust you yet… but I think I want to try.” Relief flooded Alex’s face, her shoulders sagging like the weight of the world had finally been lifted.

Y/N swallowed. “But if you ever say something like that again—”

“I won’t,” Alex said immediately.

Y/N studied her for a long moment. Then, finally, she patted the empty space beside her. Alex sat beside her, tense but patient, waiting. Y/N wasn’t sure where to start. She stared at their hands, fingers so close but not quite touching.

It would be so easy to reach out, to take what was familiar, to fall back into something safe.

But she wasn’t safe. Not yet.

She swallowed hard. “I, um… I drank too much last night.” Alex’s gaze sharpened, her body going still. “What?” Y/N let out a humorless laugh. “Whiskey. Half a bottle, give or take.” She looked away, her voice quieter.

“Had a panic attack. JJ found me.”

Alex inhaled sharply. “Jesus, Y/N…”

“I don’t—” Y/N exhaled, gripping her own hands. Alex’s fingers twitched like she wanted to reach out but was holding herself back. Y/N squeezed her hands into fists.

“I didn’t know what else to do. I kept hearing you in my head. Over and over.”

Alex’s jaw tightened. “I did that to you.” Y/N nodded. “Yeah. Y-you did.”

The words sat heavy between them.

Alex swallowed, her voice thick. “I hate that I hurt you like that.” Y/N finally looked at her. “I know you do.”

Silence.

Y/N let out a shaky breath. “I don’t forgive you.” Alex flinched, but she nodded. “Okay.” Y/N hesitated. Then, slowly, hesitantly, she reached out, fingers brushing against Alex’s.

Alex froze, eyes flickering down to where their hands touched.

It wasn’t forgiveness.

It wasn’t a fix.

But it was something.

Y/N took a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly in Alex’s.

“I’m scared,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to lose you, but I also don’t want to keep feeling like this. Like I’m just waiting for you to throw it in my face again.”

Alex’s grip tightened, grounding. “You won’t.”

Y/N’s throat felt tight. “I want to believe that.”

Alex turned slightly, looking her in the eye. “Then let me prove it to you.”

Y/N exhaled, leaning into the touch of Alex’s hand.

Alex didn't move. Like she was afraid if she so much as breathed wrong, Y/N would pull away. She didn’t. But when Alex finally found her voice, it was tight, careful. “You had a panic attack?”

Y/N stiffened slightly, then exhaled, “Y-yeah.” Alex’s grip on her hand tightened, “How bad?” Y/N swallowed.

“Bad.”

Alex shut her eyes for a moment, composing herself before speaking. “What happened?” Y/N hesitated, then shook her head, “Alex—”

“I need to know,” Alex said softly, squeezing Y/N’s hand. “Please.”

Y/N sighed, staring at their joined hands. “I drank too much, and it just… hit me all at once. I couldn’t breathe, I-I was shaking, I felt like my chest was caving in. JJ found me. She helped me through it.”

Alex’s other hand came up, hesitating before lightly brushing against Y/N’s wrist. “Jesus, Y/N…”

Y/N shifted, uneasy under the weight of Alex’s concern. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Alex swallowed. “I know. But… I hate that I wasn’t there.” Y/N let out a small, tired laugh. “Wouldn’t have mattered.”

Alex’s expression tightened. “It matters to me.” Y/N didn’t know how to respond to that. So she didn’t. Instead, she let out a long breath and, without thinking too much about it, leaned against Alex’s shoulder.

Alex went completely still. For a second, Y/N thought she might pull away, or tense, or say something that would ruin the moment. But then, ever so slowly, Alex shifted, adjusting so Y/N could settle against her more comfortably.

It felt… good.

Familiar. Like muscle memory, like something that hadn’t been completely broken yet. Y/N let her eyes flutter shut, exhaustion pressing heavy against her.

Alex hesitated before speaking, her voice quiet, cautious. “Are you okay?” Y/N exhaled against her shoulder. “Not really.” Alex swallowed. “What do you need?”

Y/N barely had the energy to respond, her voice drowsy. “Just… stay.”

Alex’s fingers flexed slightly against her own, then steadied. “Okay,” she murmured. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Y/N didn’t say anything.

Alex stayed. She didn’t move, didn’t shift away, didn’t try to force a conversation. She just sat there, letting Y/N rest against her. For a while, neither of them spoke. Alex wasn’t sure if Y/N had drifted off or if she was just too exhausted to say anything else.

Either way, she didn’t push.

She only let herself move once, to reach for the blanket at the end of the bed and drape it gently over Y/N’s shoulders. Y/N let out a quiet sigh, shifting just slightly, but she didn’t pull away. Alex exhaled, her thumb unconsciously running over the back of Y/N’s hand.

Sleep pulling Y/N under.

Alex stayed awake long after she did.

- - -

JJ hesitated at the doorway, taking in the scene in front of her. Y/N, finally asleep, curled up against Alex’s shoulder, the exhaustion still etched into her face even in rest. And Alex, stiff but unmoving, like she was afraid any sudden movement might shatter the fragile peace between them. JJ sighed, stepping inside.

Alex barely glanced at her as she lowered herself onto Y/N’s other side, sitting on the bed with a quiet exhale. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then, JJ broke the silence, her voice soft but weighted.

“She hasn’t had one in at least a year, Alex.”

Alex’s jaw clenched. JJ’s eyes stayed on Y/N, concern evident. “Not since she started seeing you.” Alex swallowed hard, guilt settling deep in her chest. She should’ve known. Should’ve realised that Y/N’s silence, her withdrawal, the way she unraveled so quickly, it wasn’t just about the fight.

It was about everything underneath it. Alex exhaled shakily. “I didn’t know.” JJ gave her a look, one that wasn’t angry, just tired. “Well, now you do.” Alex ran a hand over her face, suddenly feeling the weight of everything all at once. “I never wanted this.”

JJ softened slightly. “I know.” They sat in silence for a long time, Y/N breathing steadily between them. JJ sighed, glancing down at Y/N, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. “I was worried about her.”

Alex’s throat felt tight. “Me too.” JJ nodded, quiet for a moment before looking at Alex again. “Don’t screw this up.” Alex met her gaze, something steady in her voice when she answered.

“I won’t.”

JJ stayed for a while. She didn’t say anything else, didn’t press, didn’t lecture, just sat there beside Y/N, occasionally glancing down at her with the same quiet worry Alex felt deep in her bones.

Y/N shifted slightly, unconsciously tucking herself closer against Alex’s shoulder. Alex barely breathed. JJ watched the movement, exhaling through her nose. “She trusts you.” Alex closed her eyes for a second, guilt pressing heavy. “I know.”

JJ shook her head slightly. “No, Alex. I mean... even now. After everything.” She glanced at Alex, voice softer but still firm. “That’s not something you just throw away.” Alex’s throat felt tight, “I don’t want to.” JJ studied her, then nodded, “Then don’t.”

Alex looked down at Y/N, the way her fingers were still loosely curled against her own. She squeezed them lightly. Y/N barely stirred, just sighed in her sleep. JJ stood, stretching before sneaking out of the room.

Alex sat there in the quiet, Y/N’s soft breaths the only sound in the space.

She exhaled slowly, adjusting just enough to rest her cheek lightly against the top of Y/N’s head. “I won’t,” she whispered.

- - -

Y/N slept soundly for hours, her body finally surrendering to the exhaustion of the night before. The rise and fall of her breathing became steady, calming, as Alex stayed by her side, barely moving except to adjust the blanket around them.

When Y/N finally stirred, her eyes opening groggily, it was already late afternoon. She blinked, disoriented for a moment, before her gaze landed on Alex, who hadn’t left her side. “You’re still here,” Y/N murmured, her voice rough from sleep.

Alex smiled softly. “Where else would I be?” Y/N swallowed, the events of the past few days flooding back, but she didn’t let them overtake her. She just let the comfort of Alex’s presence wash over her.

After a long moment, Y/N shifted, starting to sit up, but Alex gently pressed a hand to her shoulder. “Hey, take it easy,” Alex said quietly, her tone warm but firm. “How about you let me help you get home?”

Y/N flinched at the mention of “home.”

“I… I don’t know if I’m ready to go back yet,” Y/N admitted, her voice quiet. “Not sure if I can handle it, Alex.” Alex’s eyes softened, and she gently cupped Y/N’s face in her palm. “I get it. But you don’t have to go alone. I’ll be right there, okay? We’ll take it slow. One step at a time.”

Y/N didn’t say anything for a moment, her eyes searching Alex’s. She could see the sincerity there, the patience, the understanding. Finally, Y/N nodded, a small but grateful smile tugging at her lips. “Okay. But…” She hesitated, shifting on her feet.

JJ stepped in quietly from the hallway, offering a soft smile. “The door’s always open, Y/N,” she said gently, her voice steady. “Whenever you need it.” Y/N smiled at her, her heart swelling with gratitude. “Thank you, JJ.”

JJ nodded. “Take care of her.”

“I will,” Alex promised, her voice low and full of meaning. After a final glance at JJ, Alex helped Y/N to her feet, her hand firm at her back, guiding her out of the guest room. Y/N moved slowly, but with Alex’s support, it was a little easier.

Alex led her down the stairs, toward her SUV parked in the driveway, and helped her into the passenger seat. The quiet hum of the engine as Alex drove through the city felt calming. The rhythmic motion of the car almost made Y/N feel like she could breathe a little easier, but her mind was still clouded with everything that had happened.

They reached their apartment a short while later. Alex parked, taking a deep breath before turning off the engine. Y/N didn’t move right away, her hands tightly gripping the seat.

Alex glanced over at her, sensing the hesitation. “It’s okay. We’ll go inside together.” Y/N nodded silently, and Alex gently reached over to squeeze her hand, guiding her out of the car and up to the front door.

Once inside, Alex made sure to keep the atmosphere soft and quiet, not pushing too hard, just giving Y/N space. She helped her to the bedroom, pulling back the covers before sitting with her on the edge of the bed.

“Do you need anything?” Alex asked softly, brushing a loose strand of hair away from Y/N’s face.

Y/N shook her head, looking down at her hands. “Just… stay with me for a while.”

Alex nodded, settling beside her. She didn’t try to fill the silence with words. She just stayed.

And Y/N let the quiet wash over her, staring at the floor. But Y/N shifted in Alex’s arms, her voice quiet but clear. “I haven’t forgiven you yet, Alex.”

Alex’s chest tightened at the words, but she didn’t pull away. She didn’t flinch or try to defend herself. She simply nodded, her fingers tracing small patterns on Y/N’s arm as she waited for her to continue.

Y/N’s eyes rose, her breath shaky as she spoke, her words coming slowly, as though they weighed heavily on her. “I can’t just forget what you said, but…” She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I still need you here. I need your comfort, your presence. Even if it’s not all better yet.”

Alex’s heart ached, but she didn’t move, didn’t break the contact between them. She only tightened her arms around Y/N, letting her feel the warmth and steadiness of her embrace.

Y/N leaned her head against Alex’s shoulder, her words almost a whisper. “I need you. But… you need to get rid of that thing in your head, the age gap thing. It’s there, Alex. I can feel it every time we fight, every time you pull away like you think it matters.”

Alex swallowed hard, her fingers gently threading through Y/N’s hair. “I don’t—”

Y/N interrupted her, her voice firm but tired. “You do. You’ve got this insecurity about it, like it’s going to change something between us. Like I’m too young for you, like I’m going to leave when I realise how much older you are.”

Alex closed her eyes, guilt flooding her chest. “I never meant to make you feel that way.”

“I know,” Y/N said softly. “But you do. And I need you to clear it out of your head. It’s nothing. It doesn’t matter. I’m not here because of your age, Alex. I’m here because of you.” Alex’s breath hitched. “I don’t want to mess this up.”

Y/N shifted, turning slightly so she could look at Alex, her tired eyes meeting hers. “Then stop seeing it as a problem. We’re two people. That’s it. The rest doesn’t matter.” Alex looked down at her, the weight of Y/N’s words sinking in.

Slowly, she nodded. “I’m trying. I swear.”

Y/N let out a soft sigh, resting her head back against Alex’s shoulder, her eyelids growing heavy. “I know. But you have to really believe it, Alex. I don’t want to keep carrying that for you.” The room was quiet, only the soft sound of their breathing filling the space as Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed.

Alex stayed there, not moving, her fingers continuing to gently stroke Y/N’s hair, her mind replaying everything Y/N had said. She needed to believe it, to clear out the doubts and insecurities that had crept in over the months.

But for now, all she could do was hold her.

And slowly, as the warmth of Alex’s embrace and the comfort of her words enveloped her, Y/N drifted off to sleep once more.

- - -

Y/N stayed asleep through the afternoon, her breathing slow and steady. Alex didn’t want to disturb her, so she stayed close, occasionally brushing a strand of hair from Y/N’s face as she gently shifted to make herself more comfortable.

By the time dinner rolled around, Alex quietly slipped out of bed, moving softly so she wouldn’t wake Y/N. She padded into the kitchen, making a light meal, a simple pasta dish that she knew they both liked. As she cooked, the silence of the apartment was calming, but Alex found herself looking back to the bedroom, checking on Y/N every few minutes.

When dinner was ready, Alex plated their food and returned to the bedroom, finding Y/N still sound asleep. She set the plates on the nightstand, then gently woke her up with a soft touch.

“Hey,” Alex whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from Y/N’s forehead. “Dinner’s ready.” Y/N blinked sleepily, her voice rough from sleep. “You made food?”

Alex smiled. “I did. I figured we could just eat in here, if you’re okay with that.”

Y/N nodded, sitting up slowly. “Sounds perfect.”

Alex handed her a plate, climbing into bed beside her, settling down with her own. The two of them ate in peaceful silence, the soft hum of the TV filling the space as they casually flipped through reality shows. It was a quiet kind of happiness, the kind that came from just being together.

But the moment was interrupted when Alex’s phone buzzed on the nightstand, startling them both. Alex glanced at the screen and stopped. The caller ID read “Ethan.”

Y/N noticed the shift in her expression, the subtle tension in her posture. “Ethan?” she asked softly.

Alex hesitated before answering it, a mix of emotions crossing her face as she swiped to accept the call. “Hey, Ethan,” Alex said, her voice steady but laced with surprise.

“Mom!” Ethan’s voice came through the speaker, full of warmth and energy. “I’ve been trying to reach you all day! Where have you been? You’re never home at this time.”

Alex let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “I know, I know. It’s been… a long day.” Y/N sat quietly, watching the exchange, her expression soft. Alex seemed so at ease with her son, but Y/N could see the underlying hesitation, as if something bigger was about to come out.

“Everything okay?” Ethan’s voice cut through the quiet, his tone more serious now.

Alex hesitated for a moment. This was it, the conversation she’d been putting off. “Actually, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, Ethan.”

Y/N shifted slightly, her gaze meeting Alex’s for a brief second. She offered her a small, comforting smile, silently telling her she was there.

“I’ve been seeing someone,” Alex continued, her heart pounding a little faster. “Her name is Y/N.”

On the other end of the line, Ethan was quiet for a moment, the pause stretching longer than Alex had expected. Then, his voice cracked with genuine excitement.

“Wait—Y/N?” he repeated, his voice full of curiosity. “As in, Y/N from work? Oh my god, that’s awesome!” Alex’s breath hitched at the mention of Y/N’s name. She looked over at her, seeing her sitting quietly, her eyes soft with understanding as she let Alex have this moment with Ethan.

“Yeah, that Y/N,” Alex said, the corner of her lips twitching upward. “We’ve been seeing each other for a while now. I guess I’m just a little late in telling you.”

Ethan laughed lightly, his excitement palpable. “I’m so happy for you, Mom! Seriously, I’ve heard so much about her from work. She’s awesome, right? When do I get to meet her?” Alex’s heart softened at his words. She glanced at Y/N, her eyes lingering on her with affection. “Soon, I hope. She’s right here, actually.”

Y/N smiled faintly, her eyes locking with Alex’s. She could feel the warmth in Alex’s gaze, the sincerity, and the promise of something deeper. “Hi, Ethan,” Y/N said softly into the phone, her voice gentle but sincere. “It’s really nice to finally meet you, even if it’s over the phone.”

Ethan’s voice came back, enthusiastic and genuine. “No way! I can’t wait to actually meet you in person. My mom talks about you all the time. You’re a big deal, you know?” Y/N let out a soft laugh, feeling her nerves ease. “I don’t know about that. But I’m looking forward to meeting you, too.”

As the conversation continued, Alex sat back against the headboard, watching Y/N interact with her son, a deep sense of peace washing over her. She had waited so long for this moment, to be able to share her life, her real life, with Ethan. And now, with Y/N, it felt like everything was finally falling into place.

When the call ended, Alex looked at Y/N, her expression soft and full of gratitude. “Thank you for being so… understanding.”

Y/N smiled, her eyes still warm. “Of course. He seems like a really great kid.”

Alex’s gaze lingered on her, a gentle warmth flooding her chest. “He is. And I think… I think he’s going to love you.”

Y/N leaned back against the pillows, a quiet smile tugging at her lips. “I hope so.”

And for the first time in a long time, Alex felt like the pieces were falling into place, like she was on the right path. And no matter the bumps along the way, with Y/N by her side, maybe everything would be okay after all.

Chapter 2 is up! Enjoy!

Since the person didn't answer i'll request

An Emily X Reader SOFT LAUNCH

where the BAU slowly finds out that Emily is in a relationship (w/a woman)

reader not apart of bau(maybe a chef??)

;))

Thanks for the request 🫦 Enjoy! 😉

The Soft Launch 🚀

For weeks, the BAU had been on alert. It started small, cute, funny little, cryptic Instagram stories from Emily.

A photo of her hand over another, fingers intertwined beside a wine glass and a plate of what looked like the most divine pasta any of them had ever seen.

No caption. Just a timestamp and a playlist linked, “Melt into You, Slow Jazz Sundays.” Then came the lunches. Homemade. Artisan, even. JJ had noticed it first.

“Emily,” she murmured one afternoon, during their usual break between rough cases, "did you pack that yourself?" Emily's eyes cast down to the perfectly layered beetroot and goat cheese tart in a glass container, simply shrugging.

"Got lucky."

Morgan, of course, had smelled something fishy when a bouquet of rosemary, not flowers, rosemary, had shown up in Emily's office with a note attached, "Don't forget the salt this time, baby. -Y."

But no one had answers. Just assumptions.

Then came the night at Rossi's, a few weeks later.

The house was buzzing with laughter, expensive liquor and the warm hum of an early spring evening. Rossi was holding one of his infamous parties, the kind where the wine flowed like a river.

Strauss had gotten tipsy enough to sing Piano Man on the baby grand. Rossi had, apparently, spared no expense on the food this time. "Hired someone big," he said with a smirk to JJ as he poured her another.

"Almost impossible to book, but I pulled strings." Emily, nursing her scotch, froze, "Who?" Rossi grinned, holding his glass a little tighter with excitement.

"Y/N Y/L/N. Apparently she trained in Paris and Tokyo and is probably going to get her second Michelin star before thirty." Emily's glass paused at her lips.

"What?" Rossi looked her over, "You've heard of her?" Emily blinked once, swallowing her worry, "You could say that." And then, like fate tipping its might hat, Y/N walked into the room from the kitchen.

Carrying an amuse-bouche like it was a crown jewel. She had short, tousled hair tucked behind one ear, arms inked with delicate fine-line tattoos, a lavender sprig, a sunflower, a French knife, and a crescent moon.

She wore her pristine chef's jacket rolled at the sleeves, her apron tied snug around a frame that was compact but clearly muscular. She glowed. And when her eyes met Emily's dark irises...

Everything stopped.

The room, the noise, the laughter, every bit of it melted. Y/N lit up, face breaking into the warmest smile and she crossed the space in a few long strides before stopping just shy of Emily's side.

"...Babe," she whispered, "Didn't realise you were here."

Emily looked dazed, then chuckled, running a hand through her hair, "Neither did I." Y/N leaned in and kissed her temple, and the collective BAU jaw hit the floor in unison.

"Holy..." Garcia whispered from across the table, "That's the chef?"

"THAT'S the mystery girlfriend?" Morgan mouthed to the blonde. Y/N turned to the group, cheeks slightly pink but utterly composed. "Hi. I'm Y/N. Sorry for the surprise. I wasn't told who the event was for."

Her eyes flicked to Rossi, "Your assistant booked me under 'D. Rossi Enterprises.' Very sneaky." Y/N smiled to the older man. "You're the Y/N?" JJ blinked, "The pasta queen from Instagram?"

Y/N laughed, nodding her head gently, "Guilty."

And just like that, any awkwardness vanished. Y/N floated back to the kitchen like she was born there, commanding heat and flame and plating like it was an artwork.

Emily, never far from the archway between kitchen and dining room, watched with an expression none of them had ever seen on her. Not even during a case crack.

Admiration.

Adoration.

The soft kind of awe that made her cheeks flush and her lips curl even when she didn't know she was smiling.

At one point, music drifted from the speakers, and Y/N, mid-sear on scallops, turned with a grin and swayed her hips to the beat. She danced around the kitchen like it was a small stage, a pan in one hand and a plating tweezer in the other.

"Is she dancing?" Reid asked in a whisper, "While cooking?" He turned to Garcia, the blonde shrugging her colourful shoulders, "Gordon Ramsay would cry," She whispered back, "Happy tears."

Then came the food.

A roasted duck breast with blackberry glaze, served over parsnip puree and heirloom carrots that had somehow sculpted into tiny roses.

Pasta with lemon cream and shaved bottarga. Each plate was a piece of art, every bite more transcendent than the last. A moan escaping every FBI agent's lips.

As dessert was served, something chocolate and impossibly airy, Emily stood and joined Y/N in the kitchen, slipping an arm around her waist.

"Can I help?" Emily murmured against the shell of Y/N's ear, Y/N just smiled, still focused on plating. "You already are." And when Emily kissed her cheek in full view of the team, Y/N leaned into it without a second thought.

Rossi raised a glass, "To Chief Emily Prentiss, and her not so secret anymore girlfriend." The team clinked glasses, JJ still wide eyed, Morgan nodding with impressed approval and Garcia already on her phone trying to find an open reservation.

- - -

Later, when the dishes were done and Y/N was tucked under Emily's arm on the porch with a glass of wine, Emily whispered, "Soft launch, huh?"

Y/N just turned to her and smiled, "Felt more like a firework finale..." Emily kissed her slow, like gratitude, like peace, like home. "Couldn't be prouder and more in love with you."

Chapter 6 of Emily’s Anger out now readers!! Enjoy, appropriately.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61419313/chapters/158635189#workskin

i like the fics where reader is a member of the BAU's siblings/child

could you maybe write one like that

i'm giving you the choice of who/what relationship

Something angsty though reader gets injured or kidnapped or something

Happy ending obviously

Hurt comfort types stuff please 🙏

Agent Y/N Hotchner

Summary: Y/N Hotchner (Aaron Hotchner’s younger sibling) joined the team six months ago, after Aaron's retirement, Y/N found interest in the team when they got their hands on an old case file. Signing up for training, Y/N underestimated the responsibility of being on the BAU team.

Work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64296616

The warehouse smelled of oil and rust, the air thick with dust that settled on their skin like a second layer. JJ, Tara, and Y/N Hotchner had been searching for an escape route when the unsub, an unhinged, paranoid survivalist, had slammed a metal door shut behind them, locking them inside.

"Shit," JJ hissed, immediately reaching for her radio, but all they got was static. The unsub must’ve jammed the signal.

"We need to find another way out," Tara said, scanning the room. The only exit was the locked door and a boarded-up window near the ceiling. "If we stay put, he might come back, but if we make noise, he might just—" Before she could finish, Y/N spotted movement from the shadows. The unsub lunged.

Instinct took over. Y/N moved fast, trying to dodge his attack, but he was bigger, stronger, and caught them by the arm, yanking them off balance. She twisted in his grip, but the force sent them crashing to the ground, their left shoulder slamming against the concrete at a terrible angle.

A sharp, white-hot pain shot through their body. Y/N let out a rough, broken scream, their breath catching as agony swallowed them whole.

"Y/N!" JJ and Tara’s voices overlapped, their footsteps rushing toward them.

The unsub took a step back, breathing heavily, but instead of running, he sneered down at Y/N. "Should've stayed down, girl." JJ didn’t hesitate.

One shot.

The crack of the gunshot echoed in the warehouse as the bullet tore into the unsub’s chest. He staggered, eyes widening in shock before crumpling to the ground. JJ kept her gun raised, breathing heavy, her jaw tight. "You okay?" she asked Tara without looking away from the unmoving body.

Tara was already at Y/N’s side, pressing a steadying hand against their uninjured shoulder. "Y/N, talk to me," she urged, voice calm but firm. Y/N panted through the pain, their body curling in on itself. "Shoulder—" she rasped. "It’s—"

"Dislocated," Tara finished for them, carefully running a hand over the injury. Y/N flinched violently, a strangled noise escaping their throat.

JJ slowly approached the unsub, toeing his gun away before kneeling down to check his pulse. Two fingers pressed against his neck, waiting, nothing. She exhaled sharply, eyes dark. "He's dead." Without another glance, she turned back to Y/N. Y/N groaned, their body shifting slightly, sending a fresh wave of pain searing through their shoulder. "Fuck—"

"I know," JJ murmured, immediately kneeling beside them. She reached out, brushing damp strands of hair from Y/N’s forehead. "I know, sweetheart. Just breathe for me, okay?"

Tara stood, scanning the dimly lit warehouse. "We can’t just leave them like this. I need to find something to splint their shoulder, keep it stabilized." JJ nodded, her focus on Y/N as Tara moved through the space, rummaging through rusted shelves and discarded crates.

"J… hurts," Y/N whimpered, their breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. JJ’s fingers curled around Y/N’s good hand. "I know, honey. I know. But I’m right here. We’re gonna get you through this." JJ shifted slightly, allowing Y/N to lean against her chest.

She could feel the unsteady rise and fall of Y/N’s breathing, the tremors wracking their body. "Just focus on me, okay? What’s the first thing you’re gonna do when we get out of here?" Y/N exhaled shakily, their forehead pressing into JJ’s shoulder. "Shower… maybe s-sleep forever," she mumbled weakly.

JJ huffed a soft laugh. "Yeah? Sounds like a plan. I’ll even make you coffee in the morning."

"C-coffee…" Y/N breathed, the thought almost too far away to care about, but it still brought a small, appreciative smile to their lips. Tara returned a minute later, a wooden plank and some torn fabric in her hands. "This'll have to do until we can get them out of here."

JJ helped shift Y/N slightly, but even the smallest movement sent a sharp jolt of pain through their body. Y/N moaned low in their throat, eyes squeezing shut as their head fell back against JJ’s shoulder.

"You’re doing so good," JJ whispered, pressing her lips to Y/N’s temple. "Just a little longer, okay?" Tara worked quickly, binding Y/N’s arm as gently as she could. "It’s not perfect, but it’ll keep it stable." She met Y/N’s pain-glazed eyes. "You hanging in there?"

Y/N gave a small, tired nod. "Barely." JJ adjusted her hold on Y/N, wrapping an arm around their back to support them. "I’ve got you," she murmured. The minutes stretched into an eternity. JJ and Tara kept talking to them, keeping them awake.

JJ rubbed slow, comforting circles into their back, whispering soft reassurances. Tara kept checking their pulse, making sure she wasn’t slipping too far into the pain. "You’re a tough one, Hotchner," Tara mused, her tone light despite the tension. Y/N huffed a weak chuckle. "Runs in the family."

"Yeah, I know." Tara kept a careful eye on Y/N as her voice softened. "You’re gonna be okay. We just gotta keep you talking, all right? Let’s take your mind off the pain." Y/N nodded, their throat tight. "I don’t know if I can."

"Yes, you can," JJ insisted, brushing her hand over Y/N’s damp forehead. "You’ve got this, just talk to us. Tara, make them talk. Anything." Tara raised her brows, a playful glint in her eyes. "Okay, okay. Fine, let’s see… You ever think about going skydiving, Hotchner?" Y/N let out a weak breath. "Skydiving? Are you crazy?"

Tara grinned. "Well, you’ve gotta die somehow, right? Might as well be in a way that makes people say, ‘Man, they were brave.’" Y/N laughed weakly, but it was enough to draw out another strained but genuine smile. "I’m more of a stay-on-the-ground kind of person."

JJ smiled, continuing her gentle ministrations. "You and me both." The sound of approaching sirens finally broke the silence. JJ exhaled in relief, her grip tightening around Y/N.

"They’re here," she whispered. Y/N let out a shaky breath, their body trembling against JJ. "You did good, kid," JJ murmured, pressing a soft kiss to their hair. "You did real good."

The warehouse door was kicked open, a burst of voices flooding inside. "FBI! Hands where we can see them!" Emily’s voice. Tara stood immediately, signaling to the team. "We’re clear! Unsub’s down... Y/N’s hurt!"

Boots pounded against the concrete floor as their team rushed in, led by Emily, Luke, and Rossi. Emily’s eyes swept the room, landing on JJ and Y/N, her expression shifting from hardened focus to sharp concern.

JJ barely looked up. "She needs a medic... now." Emily knelt beside them, her hand grazing Y/N’s uninjured arm. "Hey, kid," she said gently. Y/N groaned in response, their head rolling weakly against JJ’s shoulder.

"She needs help Em," JJ murmured. "She’s exhausted." The paramedics arrived next, their med bags already unzipped. "What are we looking at?"

"Left shoulder dislocation," Tara answered, stepping back to give them space. "She took a hard fall." One of the medics knelt, assessing Y/N’s arm with careful hands. "We’ll get them on a stretcher, stabilize the joint, and give them something for the pain."

Y/N whimpered when they moved them. JJ ran a soothing hand over their hair. "I got you," she whispered. "Just breathe, sweetheart." Emily’s gaze flicked to JJ, catching the rare softness in her eyes. She knew JJ cared about Y/N, hell, they all did, but this? This was different.

JJ had spent an hour holding Y/N together, keeping them from breaking under the pain. That kind of care wasn’t just professional. It was personal. The medics got Y/N secured, an oxygen mask over their nose, an IV slipping into their arm to deliver pain relief. The tension in their body finally started to ease.

JJ stood, hesitating for only a second before squeezing Y/N’s fingers once more. "I’ll be right behind you, okay?" Y/N’s eyelids fluttered, a ghost of a nod. As the stretcher rolled out, Emily turned to JJ. "You okay?" JJ let out a breath, her eyes trailing after Y/N. "I will be."

Emily studied her for a beat before nodding. "Let’s get them to the hospital."

- - -

The hospital room was bright, too bright, the overhead lights casting a sterile glow over the pale blue walls. Y/N lay on the exam table, their body finally beginning to relax as the drugs coursed through their system.

JJ stood beside them, one hand wrapped around Y/N’s as the doctors and nurses moved efficiently around them, preparing to reset their shoulder. "You’re doing great, kid," JJ murmured, her thumb tracing small circles against Y/N’s skin. "Just a little longer."

Y/N blinked slowly, their pupils dilated, their lips parting as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words. "Alright," the doctor announced, positioning himself at Y/N’s side. "We’re gonna get that shoulder back in place. You might feel some pressure."

Y/N let out a breath, their gaze flicking up to JJ, "Stay?" JJ’s heart clenched. "I’m not going anywhere," she promised. The doctor nodded at the nurse, who adjusted the IV drip, pumping more painkillers into Y/N’s system.

JJ could see the drugs taking hold, the tension in Y/N’s muscles easing, their expression softening, their blinks growing slower. The doctor gave JJ a small look of warning before he took hold of Y/N’s arm, rotating it gently. Y/N whimpered, a small, pained sound escaping their lips, their fingers weakly squeezing JJ’s hand.

JJ leaned closer. "I know, sweetheart. Almost done."

A swift movement, a deep pop...

And then it was over.

Y/N let out a slow exhale, blinking up at JJ with glassy eyes. "Did you see that?" she mumbled, voice slurring. "My arm just—boom—" she wiggled their fingers lazily, "back in place." JJ bit back a smile, brushing her thumb across Y/N’s knuckles. "Yeah, I saw."

Y/N grinned, slow and sleepy, "I feel great. I love drugs. I should dislocate stuff more often." JJ snorted, "Let’s not make a habit of that, okay?" Y/N just giggled, their head lolling slightly to the side. "You're so pretty."

JJ huffed a quiet laugh. "You’re definitely high."

"Maybe," Y/N mumbled, their voice barely above a whisper. "But you’re still pretty." JJ shook her head, smiling as she brushed a damp strand of hair from Y/N’s forehead.

The door burst open seconds later, and the rest of the team rushed in. Rossi, Tara, Luke, and Emily all crowded around the bed, their faces a mix of concern and relief. "How’s she doing?" Emily asked, her sharp eyes immediately scanning Y/N’s face.

JJ smirked. "She’s high as hell." Y/N blinked sluggishly at the new arrivals, their face lighting up when she spotted Emily. "Boss lady!" she greeted with a bright, dopey grin. Emily arched an eyebrow. "That’s me." Y/N nodded sagely, squeezing JJ’s hand. "Did you know… that JJ is so pretty?"

JJ sighed. "Oh god, we’re back to this." Luke grinned. "I like high Y/N. She’s affectionate." Y/N’s head lolled toward him. "Luuuuke," she drawled. "You’re so... so... tall." He chuckled. "Can’t argue with that." Rossi stepped closer, his hands tucked into his pockets. "How’s the shoulder, kid?"

Y/N stared at him for a long moment before whispering, as if revealing a great secret, "Attached." The whole team laughed. Even Rossi let out an amused chuckle, shaking his head. "That’s good," Tara said, amused. "Let’s keep it that way."

Y/N nodded solemnly before their eyes drifted down to where JJ’s hand was still in theirs. She patted it clumsily. "This... is my emotional support JJ." JJ groaned, but the team lost it, laughter echoing through the small hospital room.

"You’re not wrong," Emily said, shooting JJ a teasing glance. Y/N sighed dramatically, leaning their head back against the pillows. "I love you guys." Tara chuckled. "You’re gonna regret saying that when you sober up." Y/N’s face scrunched up.

"Nope. I mean it. You’re all my bestest friends." She turned to Emily, their eyes shining with exaggerated sincerity. "Even you, boss lady. Even though you’re scary sometimes." Emily smirked. "That’s fair." Luke shook his head, grinning. "I should record this."

Y/N gasped. "Nooo." She clutched JJ’s hand dramatically. "JJ, protect me!" JJ rolled her eyes but gave Y/N’s hand a reassuring squeeze. "Alright, alright. No recordings." Y/N exhaled in relief before their gaze landed on Tara. "Taraaa," she drawled. "You were so cool back there. Like a doctor. You should be a doctor."

Tara laughed. "I’ll consider it." Y/N nodded. "Good. You’d be great." Rossi smirked. "I think the painkillers are wearing off." Y/N pouted. "Nooo. I like being floaty." Emily shook her head, amusement twinkling in her eyes. "You’re gonna hate yourself in the morning."

Y/N groaned, already feeling the first hints of exhaustion creeping in. "Ugh. Future me’s problem." JJ smiled softly, brushing her thumb over Y/N’s knuckles. "Alright, enough excitement. You need to rest."

Y/N sighed but nodded, their eyelids already drooping. "Okay. But only 'cause you said so, emotional support JJ."

The team chuckled again, the weight of the day finally beginning to ease as Y/N drifted off to sleep, still holding onto JJ’s hand.

would u write m-preg

Probably not! It’s not something I’m well versed in and I’d hate to misinterpret or write something that may not be accurate! Sorry! But thank you for asking and I hope you accept my apologies! 🙂❤️

The final chapter is out! Emily’s Anger, Chapter 15!!

Thank you all for following along!! Thank you for all the comments and kudos!

Y/N: Did you two eat my emergency chocolate?

Emily: Define “emergency.”

JJ: Yeah, Emily was stress-eating during Reid’s chess meltdown.

Y/N: And you just… joined her?

JJ: I left you a granola bar!

Y/N: Granola doesn’t replace chocolate, JJ.

Emily: We’ll buy you a new one.

Y/N: Not good enough.

JJ: Fine, two bars. Happy?

Y/N: Make it three… for emotional damages.

JJ: You’re lucky we love you.

Y/N: And don’t you forget it :).

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