I'm So Fucking Happy To Find That I'm Not The Only One Having MAJOR Feelings About Kate Rn Ahaha.

i'm so fucking happy to find that i'm not the only one having MAJOR feelings about kate rn ahaha.

if you're accepting prompts- one where the reader gets left with the doctor during empire of death and has to deal with listening to kate die over the comm, then what happens when it all gets fixed.

Well, this made me have major feels. I hope it does the same for you.

Your arms were around the Doctor’s waist, barely managing to stay on the back of Mel’s scooter, heart in your throat as you listened to Kate on the other end of the comms. You couldn’t get enough air into your lungs. The Doctor’s shout should have been loud and yet it was like he was at the other end of a long tunnel, Kate’s voice the only thing that was clear. 

“Birds will sing again. There will be birds,” she said.

And then there was nothing but silence. 

You waited, on and on for one more word but none came. A broken sob passed your lips, the rest of the world falling away as a deep dark well opened up inside of you. Kate had always been such a pillar, you’d never considered she might one day fall. A meaningless future stretched out in front of you. There was no point without her. 

You’d never even gotten the chance to tell her how you felt. 

You stumbled through the rest of the day, just barely managing to get from moment to moment. You couldn’t focus on her, couldn’t let the darkness creep in. You had to focus on the next step, always the next step forward, not the what ifs or could have beens.

When you arrived back at UNIT HQ she was there, in front of you, like she’d never left. You couldn’t take your eyes off her, the rest fading away when she was right there in front of you. Alive. Perfectly fine. 

So you did the reasonable thing and stood on the absolute opposite side of the room from her and watched her with a keen eye to make sure nothing happened to her again. 

When the Doctor and Ruby left to find her mother you stayed back. You were happy for her, of course you were, but that deep sense of something going wrong the moment you took your eyes off Kate was still there. So you remained, on the outskirts as they got on with it, cleaning up from the whole day. 

Mostly, you just stayed out of the way. 

Occasionally her eyes would catch yours across the room. She’d smile and quirk an eyebrow and you would just shake your head. You weren’t going to get into it with an audience around. Certainly not when she had better things to get on with than settling your emotions. 

Once the sun had set and the moon was high in the sky, most of the screens off, everyone else having left for the night, just her desk light casting a warm circle of light around her, you let yourself draw closer into her orbit. She looked up, over the top of her glasses, watching you wander towards her. You pushed up onto the desk in front of hers, feet swinging.

“Are you finally going to tell me what’s on your mind?” she asked.

“I don’t want to interrupt when you’re busy,” you said.

“You’ve been hanging around all day. I know it’s not the brilliant atmosphere that’s kept you here so long. So out with it,” she said.

“I heard you die,” you said, heels kicking the desk. 

“Ah,” she said, leaning back in her chair. 

She took her glasses off, laying them on the desk in front of her. You liked being outside the circle of light, sitting in the shadows. You hoped she couldn’t see the expression on your face, darkness giving you a modicum of safety. 

“You were on the comms with us and I heard you. Sutekh turned you to dust and there was just this silence left. It was…” You didn’t have words for it.

“I’m sure that wasn’t easy for you,” she said.

“I know I should have cared about the entire universe dying but… all I could think about was that silence,” you said, not able to look at her.

Soft footsteps were your answer. Fingers gently tipped your chin up until you were looking into her eyes. You couldn’t read the expression on her face, but it made your heart ache with something unnamed. 

“I barely remember it,” she said, her voice not above a whisper.

“But I do,” you said, “I can still hear it.”

“Hear what?” she asked.

“The silence.”

She didn’t seem to quite understand how it rang in your head, the absence of her voice. It was like a physical thing, an oil slick on your skin, sinking in until the toxicity of it was embedded deep within you.

So you did the only thing you could to try and fix it.

Your fingertips travelled over her cheeks, mapping her skin, every line of it. She froze, holding still as you explored, feeling her alive under your fingers. Her breath came in a gasp when you traced her lips. You could feel her watching but you were following your path, pausing when you reached her pulse point in her neck. You let your fingers rest there, the beat of her heart strong under your touch. Dragging your eyes back to hers, you shivered from how close she was.

Your hand curled around the back of her neck and you dragged her in, your lips crashing against hers. She made a surprised sound but then her hands were on your hips and she was stepping between your legs as she kissed you with a hunger you hadn’t been expecting. Your fingers slipped into her hair, cradling the back of her head, pressing her closer, entrapping her between your legs, curling them around her. 

Her arms slipped around you, tugging you to the edge of the desk, her body brushing yours. The desperation that coursed through your veins made you kiss her deeper, your tongue licking into her mouth, tasting her. If she filled every sense, perhaps then you could stop lingering on the silence. 

You whimpered when she drew away, trying to draw her back in. Her hands on your shoulders, she kept you back, looking at you with those eyes that saw more than you wanted. She sighed, her forehead falling against yours. 

“I don’t want you to die,” you whispered.

“I’m not much of a fan of the idea either,” she said.

“I also don’t want you to die without knowing how I feel about you,” you said.

“How do you feel about me?” she asked.

“You’re… I…” You tried to find the words, “I’ve fallen for you. Hard. And losing you without ever having the chance to tell you was… I… Sorry.”

“Why are you apologising?” she asked.

“Because I’m doing this so badly.”

She chuckled, pushing your hair away from your face as she drew back, cupping your cheeks until you couldn’t move.

“You’re doing brilliantly,” she said.

“Liar,” you said.

“I’m finding it rather charming,” she said, giving you one of those soft smiles she used when charmed, usually by the Doctor. 

“Charming enough to go out on a date with me?” you asked.

“Given I find myself rather enchanted by you, it would be foolish to say no,” she replied, “I was never sure if it was something you wanted.”

“Kate,” you sighed, “I’ve been falling for you since the first moment we met.”

“You never said anything,” she said.

“Because I thought there was no way you could possibly be interested in me,” you said.

“I’m not sure you see yourself very clearly, darling,” she said, the pet name going through you like lightning, “you’re wonderful.”

A smile took over your face, bright and light, the silence finally beginning to recede. She lent forward, capturing your lips in another searing kiss. You whimpered into her mouth, shifting closer, your hands pressing into the small of her back to draw her closer. 

“Please don’t die,” you whispered when she drew away, burying your face in her shoulder.

“I’ll do my best,” she said, lips brushing against your forehead.

It would have to be enough for now. 

sweet nothing | emily prentiss x reader

Tags: established relationship, fluff, use of scissors, hair cutting, use of pet names, no use of yn

Summary: It’s the weekend, and Emily’s bangs are overgrown. You offer to cut them.

Word count: 1.5k

You wake to Emily wrapped around you like a vine. 

Her nose is buried in your neck, her even breaths steadily hitting your skin in warm puffs. One of her still-chilly hands has slipped under your shirt and is lying on your stomach, and her leg is hitched over your hip, the baggy tee she’s wearing rising and exposing the skin of her thigh so that it directly touches yours. The fuzzy material of her socks brushes against your bare legs. For lack of a better word, you’re trapped.

And you never want to move.

It’s the weekend and the room is warm with golden sunlight, the slant of it through the windows telling you it’s still much too early to be awake. You don’t mind, really, but the dozing brunette in your arms never gets out of bed strictly before she has to. And you hadn’t made any plans, so you let her sleep. 

You try to wait her out, but some traces of exhaustion still linger, so you close your eyes again. You sink into a light doze until Emily begins to stir.

As always, this part takes forever.

You’re already back awake as she stretches slowly, unlatches her thigh from your hip and straightens her legs. Her hand leaves your stomach and she bends it until her elbow cracks, then wraps both her arms around your neck with a yawn.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you murmur, unable to stop yourself from being soft with her in times like these. “Finally ready to wake up?”

Emily’s responding hum vibrates through your skin. Even that is low and lazy as she sighs, rubs her eye with her knuckles.

“You’re comfy.” She says, her voice smoky and clouded with sleep. A small shiver runs down your spine at the rasp in the back of her throat, the way her tongue languidly wraps around those two words.

“And you’re lazy,” you run your hand over the curves of her waist. Your fingers find exposed skin above her hip and you poke it lightly, softening your words with the tender touch, “I’ve been awake for ages.”

It’s technically true.

Emily tilts your face toward hers. You smile when you meet sleepy, dark eyes, her lashes long and sweeping, her lips a little swollen from being tucked into your neck almost all night. Hi, you want to say, because sometimes she makes you want to say unnecessary shit like that, but she cradles your face before you can, bringing you closer.

“Sue me.” Emily murmurs, and leans in to kiss you. 

Time slows. It must, because she slips her hand in your hair and you slip it under her shirt and though the two of you spend decades in this moment, saying hello in the early morning light, only ten minutes pass by the time Emily’s eyes have lost their drowsiness.

Emily doesn’t say it, but you can tell she’s missed this. She clings to you, wraps arms and legs around your body and presses her cheek to yours, then kisses, then trails her hands and lips under your jaw. You sigh and soak up her attention, savoring the feel of her for when she’s later gone.

It’s hard when her job takes her away for too long. In brief stretches like these, days that she tries to twist and warp into weeks are when she recharges. Spending time with you, idly doing nothing, content with sitting around all day in your pajamas is how life is breathed into her again, after the BAU takes her and gives her back a hollowed shell.

Which is why both of you are always extra clingy when she’s home. Skin always pressed together, bodies always intertwined, no more than a few feet between you at any given time.

Her head is on your pillow now, the tips of your noses touching as you lightly trace the swollen outline of her lips. She has far, far encroached into your space, and what wouldn’t you give for her to do that every day.

Gently, you smooth her overgrown bangs behind her ear. They almost reach her lobes now, not much shorter than the rest of her hair, and you like the way the difference in length chips away at her polished, perfect exterior.

She doesn’t, though.

“I need to cut them,” Emily murmurs, a small furrow to her brows because she’d been saying she will for the past three months.

“Then you’ll go through the whole process again.” You point out needlessly, reaching out to play with a strand that hangs over her right eye.

Emily hums. “I’m liking the bangs right now. I think I want them for a little while longer.” 

You grab the bangs between your fingers, tuck the spiky ends out, and bring them up to brush her lip. Emily flinches away and you laugh, soft and low. “I’m liking them too.” Tucking those behind her ear, too, you cup her jaw and bring her down so her lips can meet yours in a soft kiss; an apology.

“Hm,” Emily grumbles against your lips. The strands behind her left ear loosen and fall across your face. You screw your eyes shut as Emily tucks them back behind her ear; she kisses your closed lids, signaling for you to open them again.

Your gaze is blissfully hair-free when you open your eyes again. “Y’know, I can cut ’em for you.” You offer.

Her gaze turns suspicious. “Can you?”

“I can.” Indignation drips from your tone as you cross your arms, feigning offense at her insinuation; you’ve had plenty of practice with your mom.

Emily’s eyes light up as she smiles. She bites her lip to try to hold it, but then it turns into a laugh, one that’s soft and so full of love you briefly flush with warmth all over.

“Okay, dolcezza.” She kisses your forehead. “I trust you.”

Her bangs fall across your face again.

You sigh and tap her hip. “Bathroom. Right now.”

Emily laughs as she gets off of you.

——

Even with her hair clipped back and her bangs hanging in wet threads across her face, she looks beautiful.

“Can’t you do it on my lap?” Emily teases, half joking, but her hands are intent as they wrap around the backs of your knees.

An amused huff leaves your lips. “Not unless you want to look like you got styled by Edward Scissorhands. Now,” you take her hands off your legs and grab the scissors, “keep those hands to yourself, Prentiss. You can’t keep distracting me.”

“You’re easily distracted.” She complains softly.

You bend down to be more level with her head, her seat on the closed toilet lid shortening her a considerable amount. “Sorry, my girlfriend has a magic touch.” You quip, taking the comb from her lap and quickly running it through the bangs over her eyes.

Emily begins to say something and you shush her as you gather the hair in your hands. “Quiet, love,” you murmur, brows scrunched in concentration as you snip off the edges of her bangs. Emily sucks in a breath and goes quiet, but the abrupt movement tilts her head.

A small smile tugs at your lips. “Stay still,” you chide lovingly. She obeys, not moving as you slowly trim off length, shortening the bangs from mid-cheek to slightly above her brows. Your back hurts from the angle but you ignore it, steadily cutting until you feel the weight of coffee-brown eyes stare right into your soul. 

“Why hello there,” you grin, winking at Emily as her face finally comes into view, “whose pretty eyes are these?” Twisting the bangs into a rope, you cut away from her face.

Her cheeks tint red. “So you can talk and I can’t?” She grumbles, her mouth barely moving. Heat sears your skin as her eyes travel up, up, roving over your face with unashamed abandon.

Humming, you carefully slide the scissors between Emily’s hair and her forehead. “You get a kiss for each minute you stay still.” A few strands still hang over her eyes, so you lift them and trim a bit.

Those eyes of hers flutter shut, and the heat of her gaze disappears. A small smile plays at her lips, and a smile of your own appears when you see her dimples. A few more snips and you’re satisfied, placing the scissors on the sink and gently tilting Emily’s chin up, kissing her with her eyes still closed.

She responds with a sigh, one of her hands finding its way to the back of your knee again. “Think that was ten minutes, wasn’t it?” She mumbles against your lips.

The angle is hurting your back, so you crouch down in front of her. “Five, at the most,” you roll your eyes, brushing the damp bangs off her forehead to properly see her eyes. They shine, beautifully dark, and your heart stumbles. “But I don’t need an excuse to give you ten kisses, do I?”

“No,” Emily sighs, fisting her hand in your hair and bringing you up to her. For all her hurry, when she kisses you it’s sweet, reverent, and you smile against her lips. 

When she leans back, you press a finger to her dimple. 

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