#you know the song Savin' Me?

[rwby-confess]

Confession #75

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

pairing: tommy miller x waitress!female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 2.9k

summary: what if joel didn’t answer tommy’s call from jail? and what if the waitress he’d been defending that night bailed him out instead?

author’s note: a brief tommy interlude inspired by a line from taylor swift’s song “slut!”. i hope you enjoy and if you do, please consider reblogging or commenting! 🩵

tags/warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), no outbreak au, no use of y/n, reader gets harassed by a drunk bar patron and physically grabbed, bar fights, mentions of alcohol, friends to lovers, tommy smoking cigarettes, i gave tommy an insane amount of game and for what reason, thigh riding, semi-public sex, car sex, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, pet names, creampie. if i’ve missed any, please let me know!

“You’ve reached Joel Miller. Sorry I can’t come to the phone right now…”

“Son of a bitch,” Tommy hisses. The voicemail tone beeps and he continues with, “Joel, answer your goddamn phone. I’m at county. And no, it ain’t my fault. Just…get here when you can, I guess.”

He hangs up the receiver, head low. The officer watching him clears his throat.

“C’mon, Miller. Back to the tank,” he says. Tommy sighs.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m comin’, Chuck.”

Tommy drags his feet across the dingy linoleum. His jaw aches from a sloppy right hook that managed to hit its mark and his eyes burn thanks to the unforgiving drunk tank fluorescent lights. There are two other people in the cell with him this evening — a man who reeks of vodka slumped in the corner in a wrinkled suit and another man who is staring solemnly at a spot on the floor as he tries not to topple over. 

Tommy takes a seat on the long concrete bench and stretches his legs out, crossing them at the ankles and folding his hands over his stomach. He might as well get comfortable, there’s no telling when his brother might check his voicemails. As he sits his thoughts drift to what even landed him here in the first place.

Tommy watches you as you approach the bar, a frown tugging at the corners of your lips. You tap the service machine, entering an order with more force than strictly necessary.

“Everythin’ alright?” He asks. You glance at him.

“Yeah, just some group of assholes over by the darts table that think cleavage is an invitation,” you reply. “It’s an invitation for tips. Not hands.”

“You need me to step in?” He offers. You wave a hand at him but your frown turns into a bright smile.

“No, no, I can handle it. Thank you, though, Tommy.” You slide another bottle of beer across the bar. “Here you go.”

“Thanks, darlin’,” he says with a wink. “You let me know if you need savin’.”

“Always such a gentleman.” 

The bell to the kitchen window rings and you leave to pick up the order. Tommy watches the sway of your hips in your low rise jeans that hug your ass just right, wondering what it would be like to peel them off and get his hands on the soft skin underneath. 

He’s watching the fight on the TV above the bar when he hears a glass shatter behind him. He turns toward the sound, thinking that maybe someone had gotten too rowdy and knocked their glass off the table, but instead he sees you struggling against the hold of a man who’s pulled you onto his lap.

“Let go!” You shout, kicking your legs.

“Come on, sweetheart,” the brute says, arms wrapped around your waist. “Just one lil kiss is all I’m askin’ for!”

Tommy is out of his seat with red in his vision, hands curled into fists that are begging for a target. Other patrons watch with interest, and he’s not sure if he’s angrier at the man putting his hands on you or the crowded room of people not bothering to help.

“Get your fuckin’ hands off of her,” he barks, the same tone he developed after years of service in the Army. 

The man releases you, the sudden loss of support causing you to slide to the ground with a shout of surprise. Tommy moves to help you up but the asshole stands, blocking him and shoving his shoulders.

“This don’t involve you, pretty boy,” the man snarls. Behind him, you’ve managed to get up and you hurry away from the scene. “Mind your fuckin’ business.”

“It became my fuckin’ business as soon as she said no and you didn’t listen,” Tommy says, straightening his shoulders. The man laughs and looks back at his friends.

“This fuckin’ guy,” he slurs. “Defendin’ some whore waitress.”

Throw the first punch, Tommy thinks. Come on, asshole.

The man focuses his attention back on Tommy, stepping close enough that they’re toe-to-toe now. He’s maybe an inch taller and he tilts his chin to stretch that inch as far as it will go and he’s breathing through his nose like a bull about to be released from its holding.

“Get out of my fuckin’ face,” Tommy says. The man laughs, the stench of beer pouring from him. A fist cracks across Tommy’s jaw and he stumbles backwards from the force of it.

Showtime, he thinks.

“Miller!” An officer calls out, yanking Tommy from his thoughts. He looks up and the officer jerks his head towards the door. “You made bond. Come get your stuff.”

Tommy stands, relief flooding him. Joel must have finally check his voicemail. At least he won’t have to spend the whole night in here. 

“‘Bout time you showed up,” he says as he enters the lobby while he tries to thread his belt through his jeans at the same time. 

“Sorry, had to finish my shift,” you reply. His head snaps up in surprise, task forgotten as you wave your fingers at him.

“What’re you doin’ here?” He asks. 

“You said your brother was busy tonight, so I was worried you might not have someone to bail you out,” you tell him with a shrug. “Besides, you’re in here because of me. It’s the least I could do.”

Tommy laughs. “Ain’t your fault, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, by the way. Guess I did need saving, after all.”

“You could’a handled him fine. I just sped up the process.”

He’s staring at you now, gaze caught with yours as you give him a soft smile. Tommy spots the time on the clock hanging on the wall above your head.

2:32 a.m.

“You wanna get breakfast?” 

The diner Tommy directs you to boasts a neon sign that advertises twenty-four hour breakfast. The booths have cracked red vinyl and the menus are faded from use but you can read it well enough to order French toast while he orders chocolate chip pancakes with a side of hash browns. He builds pyramids out of the coffee creamer cups while you talk and talk and talk. You laugh as he drowns his food in syrup and you steal a bite of them despite giving him a hard time about it. 

Afterwards, as you walk together to your car, your palms are a little clammy and your heart pounds the slightest bit faster. You’ve had the biggest crush on Tommy since the first time he slid onto a bar stool at your shitty bar and ordered a Miller Lite (“It’s funny ‘cause it’s my last name!”). He’s always polite, never leaves a mess, and makes you laugh even when you’re having a tough night. 

"You alright? You got quiet," Tommy says. You swallow nervously.

"Yeah, I'm totally fine," you reply. He looks like he doesn't want to believe you but he doesn't press for more.

"You mind if I have a smoke before we go?"

"That's fine."

He digs a crumpled box of Camels from his back pocket, sliding a cigarette out and bringing it to his lips. He pats his thighs and then his chest in search of his lighter, finding it in the pocket of his button up shirt. Metal Zippo lighter finally in hand, he flicks it open and brings it closer to his face, flickering flame casting an orange glow over his features.

He breathes in as the cigarette catches the flame and closes the lighter with a quick snap, exhaling the smoke with the cigarette still held between his lips. Lighter tucked away, he inhales again and pinches the filter of the cigarette between two fingers to pull it away and exhale the smoke into the air.

“You gotta quit lookin’ at me like that,” he says. “You keep watchin’ my mouth and it makes me want to do somethin’ real stupid.”

You lean against your car and he steps close. He smells like a mix of smoke and syrup and sweat, three things that shouldn’t have your pulse pounding and yet combined with the way Tommy’s dark eyes focus on you and the dimple in his cheek as he smirks, you don’t stand a chance.

“More stupid than getting in a bar fight?” You finally ask.

“That wasn’t stupid. Got me here with you, didn’t it?” He inhales another lungful of smoke and tips his head back to exhale. “You gonna let me kiss you?”

You smile at him, lifting your hands to smooth your palms over his chest. His cheeks turn a faint shade of pink that trails down his neck, disappearing beneath the white tank top he wore beneath an unbuttoned pink shirt. 

“That’s your big stupid idea? Just kissing me?” 

Another drag from his cigarette, another smirk, a hand on your hip as he shuffles closer. “Mm, to start.” He brings his lips close to your ear, warm breath tickling your skin as he murmurs, “You didn’t answer the question.”

“What question?”

“You—“ a kiss beneath your ear “—gonna—“ another to your jaw “—let me—“ a third to your cheekbone “—kiss you?”

“Yeah, Tommy. You can kiss me,” you whisper. He wastes no time, greedy lips pressed to yours as soon as he gets the green light. His tongue explores your mouth and tangles with yours, leaving behind the taste of pancakes and smoke. 

A thigh presses between your legs, a new pressure and friction that you explore with a tentative roll of your hips. That hand on your waist urges your movements — forward and back at a slow and steady pace. He pulls back from your kiss and brings the cigarette to his lips.

“So goddamn pretty,” he whispers, smoke spilling from his mouth and disappearing into the night air. “Pretty as a fuckin’ picture.”

He flicks the butt of his cigarette to the ground and then he’s on you with renewed purpose, kissing you deeply with a broad palm to your cheek, tilting your face to the best angle to devour you. When he’s gotten his fill of your mouth, his hungry lips slide across your jaw and down your neck, teeth digging in roughly against your pounding pulse and making you gasp.

“Hush, sugar,” he says, a reprimand with little heat as he smiles against your skin. That hand on your waist has found the fly of your jeans, deft fingers working the button open and the zipper down. “You want a little more attention?”

“Mhm,” you reply, nodding your head quickly. He slips his hand beneath the elastic of your panties, quickly swirling over your needy clit. He lets out a deep groan, one that has you clenching on nothing and desperate for more.

“God, you’re fuckin’ soaked,” he says. He presses two thick fingers to your tight entrance. “You can take it, right?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer before pressing them inside, the tight pressure making you rise up on your toes in surprise. He’s got a limited range of movement thanks to your jeans but he still manages a sloppy grind of his palm to your clit and curl of his fingers that has you squirming as your release builds inside of you.

“You want more, baby?” Tommy asks, dark eyes a little wild and desperate. “You feel so good in my fingers, I just know you’d take my cock so fuckin’ good.”

“Tommy,” you pant, your hands clutching at his shoulders. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

He yanks his hand from your jeans and before you can complain, he’s opening the back passenger door and urging you into the back seat of your sedan.

“Pants off,” he demands as you shuffle across the seats. He sits beside you and starts to unbuckle his belt. “If you’re gonna cum, it’s gonna be on my cock.”

His words have you scrambling to remove your boots and pants, graceless movements in the cramped space. Your elbow connects with his ribs and he hisses as you giggle, wiggling your pants and underwear off. It’s dark in the car, dim light from the parking lot filtering in the windows enough for you to catch the smile on Tommy’s face.

“C’mere,” he drawls, patting his thighs. He’s freed his cock from his jeans and you admire the thick length of him for a brief moment before obeying, straddling his lap. You drag your wet pussy over him, twin groans filling the still air of the car as you do. His hands flex against your thighs and his head tips back against the seat. “Fuck, you feel so damn good.”

It’s not the most comfortable encounter you’ve ever had, with your neck bent so that you don’t hit your head and your skin already slick with sweat from the cramped space and the Texas heat but, heaven help you, the look on Tommy’s face makes it worth it. You reach between your bodies and wrap your hand around him, holding him still as you position him at your entrance. 

“Oh, fuck,” you hiss as you lower yourself, your eager cunt adjusting to him with only the slightest pinch of pain that quickly transforms into a delicious fullness. “Oh my god,” you whimper.

“You can just call me Tommy,” he teases, but his voice is just as wrecked as yours. You rise up slightly on your knees and drop down sharply, a satisfied smile on your face when his laughter morphs into a choked curse and his hands grip your hips tightly.

His fingers find the hem of your shirt and lift it up only enough to expose your bra, the cups of which he roughly pulls down until he’s able to get his hands on your breasts, groping you roughly. You moan as his lips wrap around one pert nipple, tongue swirling over the sensitive flesh and light dragging his teeth across it.

The windows grow foggy and your skin starts to get slick with sweat the longer you work yourself over his cock. It’s messy and dirty and uncomfortable, your thighs burn and your neck aches, but Tommy’s making it his goal to get his lips on any skin he can reach, whispered praises between each bite and kiss that has your head growing fuzzy and your core getting tight.

“Feel so good, darlin’,” he groans. “Goddamn, I need you to cum, baby. You were so close before, weren’t ya? I can get you there again, right?”

You nod, mouth open in a silent moan. He presses his thumb to your bottom lip, slipping it experimentally over your teeth until it presses against your tongue. You suck on the digit, reveling in the way his eyes roll back and he groans, hips flexing to meet yours and making you cry out.

“‘M so close, Tommy,” you whisper when he withdraws his thumb from your mouth. 

“Yeah, I can feel it, sweetheart,” he growls. When you lift up he holds your hips steady, suspended above his lap. He pounds into you from below, rough slaps of his hips that make you press a hand to the ceiling of the car to steady yourself against the onslaught of sensation. “Come on, baby, come on,” he says through gritted teeth.

It’s the dark look in his eye and the flex of his jaw, the shimmer of sweat on his light tan skin and the feel of his fingers digging bruises into your hips, the lewd noises and the desperate moans against each others mouths that all combine to shove you over an edge you’d been balancing on since, if you’re being honest, he rushed over to help you back at the bar. You bite into his lip as your orgasm crashes over you, his sloppy thrusts and the heat blooming inside of you telling you he reached his peak as well.

You slump forward, panting heavily against Tommy’s neck. His head tips back against the seat, chest heaving with his own labored breaths. His fingers draw patterns against your sweaty back.

“I feel gross,” you groan. Tommy laughs.

“Sure know how to make a guy feel good about himself, don’t ya?” He teases. 

“I just meant I’m all sticky.”

“Mm, don’t worry. You can take a shower at my place.”

You pull back to look him in the eye. He’s sporting a satisfied grin as you raise your eyebrows at him. “Oh yeah? You taking me home, Miller?”

“Sure am.” His confident look falters the slightest bit. “I mean, if you want.”

You kiss him, slow and sweet. 

“Yeah. I want that.”

The loud ringing of a phone breaks through Tommy’s slumber. He reaches out a hand from beneath the sheets and blindly finds the offensive device amongst the clutter on his nightstand.

“What,” he groans when he’s managed to flip it open.

“Tommy! What the hell, man,” Joel snaps. “I just got your voicemail. Left my phone upstairs and fell asleep on the couch. Are you alright?”

“What?” Tommy asks again. Joel sighs.

“You called from county and said you’d gotten arrested. I called ‘em this morning and they said you got bailed out. One of your friends come by or somethin’?”

Tommy glances over to you, where your bare shoulder peeks out from the sheets, the fabric draped across your curves. He smiles.

“Yeah, a real good friend. Guardian angel, even,” he says. 

Another sigh from Joel, this time one of relief. “Well, good. Quit gettin’ into trouble after ten, I can’t stay up that late anymore.”

“Sure,” Tommy agrees. You turn over, sleepy eyes blinking up at him. “I gotta go.”

He hangs up without waiting for a goodbye. You scooch closer and lay your head on his chest.

“A guardian angel, huh?” You ask. He kisses the top of your head.

“Yep. Saved my ass from the wrong place at the right time.”

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[callsigns-haze]

Prison for life..

Pairing: Acotar x reader Warning: This fic contains scenes of peril, violence, and suspense, as well as moments of light-hearted humor and camaraderie. Reader discretion is advised. Summary: Amidst the eerie shadows of the dark woods, YN faces a terrifying encounter with a malevolent beast, only to be rescued by the timely intervention of Rhysand, Azriel, and Cassian, whose camaraderie and laughter serve as a beacon of light in the midst of darkness.

This is kinda a request by @callsign-magnolia, i didn't know what to write and the cutie helped me come up with an idea legit only like 2 hours back

Song I kinda used is Prison for life because 🎶I'm a feminist, obviously But I wouldn't really mind him savin' me And I know that I'm fine without a man But I think I would like his protection I'm just bein' honest, can't change what I like I'll never forget it, he told me one night If anybody hurts you, hah I'm goin' to prison for life🎶

As YN found herself amidst the grandeur of the Court of the Long Lost Gods, her mind was consumed with the weight of her impending speech. As the sole High Lady present, she understood the significance of this moment—it was her chance to make an impression, to assert her authority, and to inspire confidence in her leadership.

Yet, despite her best efforts, YN couldn't seem to shake off the nagging sense of doubt that gnawed at her confidence. She paced the opulent halls of the court, her footsteps echoing in the vast expanse, as she rehearsed her speech over and over again.

But each time she spoke the words aloud, they fell flat, lacking the conviction and passion she knew they needed to command attention. Frustration bubbled within her, a simmering brew of anxiety and self-doubt that threatened to overwhelm her.

"I am the High Lady," she whispered to herself, trying to summon the confidence she so desperately needed. "I am capable. I am worthy."

Yet, no matter how many times she repeated the words, they felt hollow, devoid of the strength and conviction she knew she possessed deep within.

With a frustrated sigh, YN sank onto a nearby bench, her hands running through her hair in exasperation. How could she hope to lead her people if she couldn't even find the words to inspire them?

But then, amidst the turmoil of her thoughts, a glimmer of determination flickered within her. She may not have the perfect speech prepared, but she refused to let her doubts hold her back.

Rising to her feet once more, YN straightened her shoulders and squared her jaw, a newfound resolve burning bright in her eyes. She may not have all the answers, but she was determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead with courage and determination.

With renewed purpose, YN returned to her preparations, ready to face the court and deliver a speech that, while imperfect, would be filled with the sincerity and passion that defined her as a leader. For she knew that true leadership wasn't about perfection—it was about courage, conviction, and the unwavering belief in oneself, even in the face of uncertainty.

As YN continued to read over her speech, frustration bubbled within her like a pot left too long on the stove. With each stumble over her words, her irritation mounted, threatening to boil over.

"Damn it," she muttered under her breath, her voice laced with frustration as she reread a particularly troublesome passage for what felt like the hundredth time. "Why can't I get this right?"

Her fingers clenched tightly around the parchment, crumpling the edges as she fought to rein in her frustration. But try as she might, the words refused to cooperate, slipping through her grasp like water through clenched fists.

"Stupid, worthless speech," she cursed, her tone sharp with self-directed anger. "Why does it have to be so damn difficult?"

Each mistake felt like a blow to her pride, a reminder of her own inadequacy in the face of the daunting task before her. She knew she needed to impress the court, to prove herself worthy of her title as High Lady, but in this moment, all she could focus on was her own frustration and self-doubt.

With a frustrated growl, YN tossed the parchment aside, her patience worn thin by her repeated failures. She buried her face in her hands, feeling the weight of her responsibilities pressing down upon her like a leaden cloak.

But even in the midst of her frustration, a small voice whispered in the back of her mind—a voice that reminded her of her strength, her resilience, and her unwavering determination to succeed. And with that voice as her guide, YN took a deep breath, steeling herself for another attempt.

With renewed determination, she picked up the parchment once more, her eyes blazing with determination as she prepared to tackle her speech head-on. For she knew that no matter how many times she stumbled and fell, she would always rise again, stronger and more determined than ever before.

As frustration gnawed at YN's patience, threatening to overwhelm her, a sudden intrusion broke through the turmoil of her thoughts. Rhysand's voice, clear and unmistakable, echoed in her mind—a telepathic communication that caught her completely off guard.

"Having a bit of trouble there, YN?" Rhysand's voice teased, his amusement palpable even through the telepathic link.

YN's eyes widened in shock, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to process the unexpected intrusion. She hadn't seen Rhysand since the ball, and the sudden appearance of his voice in her mind sent a jolt of surprise coursing through her veins.

"Rhys," she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of disbelief and amusement. "What are you doing?"

Rhysand's laughter rang out in her mind, a warm and familiar sound that washed over her like a soothing balm. "Just thought I'd check in on my favourite High Lady," he replied, his tone light and teasing. "And it seems I've caught you at a rather... opportune moment."

YN couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of the situation. Leave it to Rhysand to appear just when she needed a distraction the most.

"Opportune is one way to put it," she replied, her frustration giving way to amusement as she considered the absurdity of the situation. "I suppose you're enjoying the show?"

Rhysand's laughter echoed in her mind once more, a sound that warmed her heart and eased the tension that had been building within her. "Immensely," he admitted, his tone tinged with amusement. "But in all seriousness, YN, you've got this. I have every confidence in you."

His words were like a lifeline, a reminder that she wasn't alone in this struggle, and that even in her moments of doubt, she could always count on the support of her friends.

"Thank you, Rhysand," she replied, her voice filled with gratitude. "I needed that."

With Rhysand's encouragement ringing in her ears, YN squared her shoulders and returned her focus to the task at hand. With renewed determination, she dove back into her speech, ready to conquer her frustrations and deliver a performance that would do justice to her title as High Lady of the Court of the Long Lost Gods.

As YN struggled with her speech, Rhysand's voice once again intruded into her thoughts, his suggestion cutting through the frustration like a ray of sunlight breaking through storm clouds.

"Hey, YN," he murmured telepathically, his tone conspiratorial. "What do you say we ditch the speech altogether? I know a much more enjoyable way to spend the evening."

YN's eyebrows furrowed in surprise at Rhysand's proposal, her mind racing with the implications of his suggestion. It was a tempting offer, to be sure—escaping the confines of the Court of the Long Lost Gods for a night of freedom and revelry in the Night Court. But she knew she couldn't simply abandon her responsibilities, not when she had a duty to fulfill as High Lady.

"I don't know, Rhys," she replied hesitantly, torn between her desire for adventure and her sense of duty. "I can't just leave without giving my speech. It wouldn't be right."

Rhysand's voice was gentle but insistent as he pressed his case. "You've been stressing over that speech for hours, YN," he pointed out. "And besides, who's to say we can't have a little fun before getting back to business? Trust me, it'll be worth it."

YN chewed on her lower lip, torn between her sense of obligation and the allure of Rhysand's proposition. The thought of slipping away into the night, of leaving her worries and responsibilities behind—even if just for a few hours—was undeniably tempting.

"Is there any chance you can slip past the guards?" Rhysand inquired, his voice tinged with hopeful anticipation. "I'll meet you at the edge of the woods, and from there, it's a straight shot to the Night Court. What do you say?"

YN hesitated for only a moment before making her decision. With a sense of exhilaration building within her, she replied, "Okay, Rhys. Let's do it. Meet you at the edge of the woods."

And with that, she made up her mind—ready to embrace the adventure that awaited her beyond the confines of the Court of the Long Lost Gods, and eager to reunite with her friends for a night of laughter, camaraderie, and the promise of endless possibilities in the Night Court.

With a racing heart and a sense of excitement coursing through her veins, YN cautiously made her way through the corridors of the castle, her steps light and deliberate as she sought to evade the watchful eyes of the guards. Every creak of the floorboards sent a shiver down her spine, every shadow cast by flickering torchlight seemed to loom ominously in her path.

She moved with the stealth of a seasoned predator, her senses attuned to the slightest sound or movement that might betray her presence. Each corner turned, each door passed sent a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, fueling her determination to reach her destination undetected.

As she slipped through the castle's halls like a ghost in the night, YN couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of her surroundings—the ornate tapestries adorning the walls, the intricate carvings that adorned the doorways, the soft glow of candlelight that illuminated her path. Yet, even as she admired the grandeur of her surroundings, her thoughts remained fixed on the task at hand—the tantalizing promise of freedom that lay just beyond the castle walls.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of tense anticipation, YN reached the outer courtyard of the castle, her heart pounding in her chest as she surveyed her surroundings. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the city below, while the distant sounds of revelry drifted on the night breeze—a siren call beckoning her to join in the festivities.

With a quick glance over her shoulder to ensure she hadn't been followed, YN slipped through the castle gates and out into the bustling streets beyond. The city was alive with activity, the air thick with the scent of spices and laughter as people moved about their business, unaware of the secret mission unfolding in their midst.

Heart pounding with a heady mixture of excitement and apprehension, YN navigated the winding streets of the city with practiced ease, her senses sharp and alert as she sought to avoid any unwanted attention. She moved with purpose and determination, her steps quickening as the edge of the woods loomed in the distance—a beacon of freedom that called out to her with irresistible allure.

And as she disappeared into the shadows of the night, leaving the castle and the city behind her, YN couldn't help but feel a surge of exhilaration coursing through her veins—a sense of liberation that filled her with a renewed sense of purpose and determination. For tonight, she was not just the High Lady of the Court of the Long Lost Gods—she was a woman on a mission, ready to embrace the adventure that awaited her beyond the confines of her gilded cage.

As YN ventured further from the castle and deeper into the night, she found herself drawn inexorably towards the looming shadows of the dark woods. The dense canopy overhead cast the forest floor in a cloak of inky darkness, the branches overhead intertwining like gnarled fingers reaching out to ensnare the unwary.

With each step she took, the air grew thick with a palpable sense of foreboding, the silence broken only by the rustle of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl in the distance. Yet, despite the eerie atmosphere that surrounded her, YN pressed on, her determination unyielding as she ventured deeper into the heart of the woods.

The ground beneath her feet grew soft and spongy, the earth damp with the remnants of a recent rain, as she made her way through the tangled undergrowth. Shadows danced and shifted in the dim light, playing tricks on her mind as she navigated the labyrinthine pathways that crisscrossed the forest floor.

As she moved deeper into the heart of the woods, YN couldn't shake the feeling of being watched—a sensation that sent a shiver down her spine and quickened her pace. Yet, even as the darkness threatened to envelop her, she pressed on, driven by a sense of purpose and determination that refused to be extinguished.

With each step she took, the woods seemed to close in around her, the trees looming ominously overhead like silent sentinels guarding some long-forgotten secret. Yet, despite the sense of unease that prickled at the edges of her consciousness, YN forged ahead, her resolve unyielding as she ventured deeper into the unknown.

And as she disappeared into the depths of the dark woods, her footsteps echoing softly in the stillness of the night, YN couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through her veins. For though the path ahead was shrouded in darkness and uncertainty, she knew that it was a journey she must undertake.

As YN ventured deeper into the heart of the dark woods, a sense of unease settled over her like a heavy cloak. The shadows seemed to twist and coil around her, whispering secrets that sent a chill down her spine. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig underfoot, seemed to reverberate through the stillness of the night, amplifying her sense of vulnerability.

With each passing moment, the feeling of being watched intensified, prickling at the back of her neck like a thousand invisible eyes boring into her very soul. It was a sensation that made her skin crawl, that set her heart racing with a primal instinct to flee.

Yet, despite the rising tide of fear that threatened to overwhelm her, YN pressed on, her footsteps quickening as she sought to escape the oppressive atmosphere that surrounded her. Each step she took seemed to echo louder in the silence of the night, a steady rhythm that drove her forward with renewed urgency.

As she pushed herself to move faster, to put as much distance between herself and the oppressive weight of the woods as possible, YN couldn't shake the feeling that something lurked just beyond the edge of her vision—a presence that watched and waited with bated breath.

With every fiber of her being screaming for her to flee, YN pushed herself to run faster, to outrun the suffocating darkness that threatened to swallow her whole. Her heart hammered in her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she raced through the tangled undergrowth, her senses on high alert for any sign of danger.

Panic surged through her veins like wildfire, driving her forward with an urgency born of primal instinct.

Branches snagged at her clothing, thorns scratched at her skin, but she paid no heed to the pain. All that mattered was escape, escape from the unseen terror that hunted her through the darkness.

With each frenzied footfall, YN's mind raced with desperate thoughts. Fear clutched at her throat like a vice, choking off her breath as she fought to outrun the shadowy menace that pursued her relentlessly.

In her terror-stricken state, YN found herself calling out, her voice echoing through the eerie stillness of the woods. "Rhys!" she cried out, her voice trembling with fear and desperation. "Rhys, please, hear me!"

She prayed that somehow, someway, her telepathic plea would reach Rhysand, her friend, her ally, her beacon of hope in the darkness. She clung to the hope that he would hear her, that he would come to her aid and rescue her from the clutches of whatever malevolent force lurked in the shadows.

But as she ran, her footsteps echoing like thunder in the silence of the night, YN couldn't shake the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach—that she was alone, that no one would come to save her from the nightmare that pursued her with unrelenting determination.

With each passing moment, her strength waned, her limbs heavy with exhaustion as she pushed herself to the brink of collapse. But still, she ran, her will to survive outweighing the overwhelming terror that threatened to consume her whole.

And as she disappeared deeper into the heart of the dark woods, her cries for help swallowed by the oppressive silence of the night, YN knew that she was in a fight for her life—a fight she couldn't afford to lose.

As YN's frantic footsteps pounded against the forest floor, her lungs burning with exertion, her foot caught on a hidden root, sending her crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Panic surged through her as she scrambled to her feet, only to find herself frozen in terror as a pair of glowing eyes emerged from the shadows, fixating hungrily on their prey.

But just as the beast lunged forward, ready to strike, a strong arm encircled YN's waist, pulling her back from the brink of danger. Startled, she turned to find herself face to face with Rhysand, his expression a mixture of concern and apology.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner," he murmured, his voice laced with regret as he helped her to her feet. "I should have been here to protect you."

Relief flooded through YN as she leaned into Rhysand's reassuring embrace, grateful for his timely intervention. Yet, even as she sought solace in his presence, the danger still lurked just beyond the edge of their sanctuary.

With a fierce battle cry, Azriel and Cassian emerged from the shadows, their weapons drawn as they faced off against the beast that threatened to tear them apart. Their movements were fluid and precise, their years of training evident as they fought with a determination born of necessity.

As the clash of steel rang out through the forest, YN watched with bated breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she prayed for her friends' safety. With each strike, each parry, they seemed to gain the upper hand, driving the beast back with a relentless fury.

And then, with a final, decisive blow, the creature let out a guttural roar of defeat, retreating into the darkness from whence it came. Panting with exertion, Azriel and Cassian turned to join Rhysand and YN, their faces weary but triumphant.

"We've got you, YN," Cassian said, his voice filled with reassurance as he clasped her shoulder in a show of solidarity. "We'll always have your back."

With a grateful nod, YN allowed herself to be enveloped in the warmth of her friends' embrace, knowing that no matter what dangers lay ahead, they would face them together, united in their bond of friendship and unwavering loyalty. And as they stood together in the aftermath of the battle, YN couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the strength and courage of those who stood by her side, ready to protect her at all costs.

As the tension of the moment began to ease, YN let out a long sigh of relief, her heart still racing from the adrenaline-fueled encounter with the beast. With a rueful shake of her head, she couldn't help but let out a half-hearted chuckle as she muttered, "I am never going out with you guys AGAIN."

Her words hung in the air for a moment, the weight of their shared ordeal softened by the hint of levity in her tone. And then, as if on cue, Rhysand, Azriel, and Cassian erupted into laughter, the sound echoing through the forest like a chorus of joyous relief.

"Oh, come on, YN," Rhysand said between laughs, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Where's your sense of adventure?"

Azriel nodded in agreement, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Besides," he added, his voice tinged with amusement, "where's the fun in staying out of trouble?"

Cassian grinned, slinging an arm around YN's shoulders in a gesture of camaraderie. "Exactly," he chimed in. "Besides, what's life without a little excitement?"

Despite herself, YN couldn't help but smile at their infectious enthusiasm, the tension of the moment dissipating like mist in the morning sun. With a playful roll of her eyes, she leaned into their embrace, her heart lighter than it had been in hours.

"Fine," she conceded with a mock sigh. "But next time, let's try to avoid getting eaten by giant forest monsters, okay?"

The laughter that followed was like music to her ears, a symphony of friendship and camaraderie that filled her with a sense of belonging unlike anything she had ever known. And as they stood together, basking in the warmth of each other's company, YN couldn't help but feel grateful for the bonds that united them—a bond that transcended danger and adversity, a bond that would endure for a lifetime and beyond.

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[footprintsinthesxnd]

Next thing you know

Pairings: Hangman x reader

Thank you so much @imjess-themess for proofreading this for me.

Summary: The story of Jake Seresin falling in love.

This fic was inspired by a song called ‘Next Thing You Know’ by Jordan Davis and as soon as I heard it I couldn’t get the image of Jake out of my head so here it is.

Part 2

‘You meet a girl in a bar and next thing you know’

The Hard deck was packed when you walked in after Natasha. “Come on (y/n), I can see them.” She grabbed your hand, pulling you through the crowds of people to the back of the room, where there was a large group of aviators huddled around a pool table. You recognised one of them as Bob, Nat’s backseater, who waved at you before realising he’d thrown half a cup of peanuts down himself. You smiled awkwardly at him as his round cheeks became dusted with pink. You had a soft spot for poor Bob.

“Well look who we have here. If it ain’t Phoenix,” a blond man stood with a pool stick in hand smiling over at them. “And you bought a friend too huh.”

“Leave her alone Hangman, she just moved here and she doesn’t need the likes of you trying to pounce on her.”

Hangman held his hands up in mock surrender, “As if I would,” he said innocently but you could tell that he was already plotting a way to talk to you.

“Everyone this is (y/n), she just moved here last week. She's the new Top Gun naval engineer.” A small wave of hellos passed through the group and you gave them all a small wave before they continued their game. You took a seat next to Bob while Nat went to grab some beers. “So how's your first week been,” Bob asked, pushing his glasses up his nose nervously.

“Umm yeah, it's been ok. Still trying to unpack everything, you know?” Bob nodded in agreement, before turning back to his cup of peanuts. You were watching the other aviators' game when you felt someone’s presence next to you. looking up you came face to face with Hangman. “Jake Seresin at your service.” You held his large hand out to you with a gleaming smile on his face.

“(Y/n),” you replied shyly, trying to avoid eye contact with the very attractive man in front of you. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Oh no darling, the pleasure is all mine.”

‘There’s a U-Haul trailer, next thing you know’

“Jesus darling, how many more boxes have you got,” Jake asked, coming through the front door into the kitchen where you were trying to fit everything into a cupboard.

“Not that much more, I only bought the essentials as you said you had everything.”

Jake laughed, placing the box on the kitchen counter and coming around to face you. He cradled your face in his hands and he leaned down to place a delicate kiss on your lips. He moved your hands up to tangle into his blonde hair and he let out a moan as you tugged on it softly.

“Oi love birds,” Rooster shouted from the doorway, “Are you gonna help unload this stuff or not?” You laughed and Jake smiled down at you, stroking your cheek softly.

“We’re coming, Roo, don’t worry.”

‘Next thing you know

You're savin' money like never before, just to

Spend it all at a jewellery store’

“I don’t know Roo. There are just so many to choose from. I don’t know which one (y/n) will want.” Jake sighed, slumping down on the car in the third jewellery store they’d been to.

Rooster looked sympathetically down at his fellow aviator. He’d never seen Jake so distressed before.

“Listen man, I know you want to pick the most perfect one, but honestly (y/n) isn’t the type of girl who wants a giant rock, she just wants you. Look at these over here, they are simple but elegant and (y/n) likes silver jewellery.”

He pulled Jake up off the chair and guided him towards the counter.

“Look, what about that one? It’s small and simple but it’s elegant and pretty.” Rooster looked at the other man questioningly.

“Umm yeah, actually I like that one. Do you think that’s the one?”

“I think it might be buddy. Do you think (y/n) will like it?”

“Yeah, I hope so. God, I just hope she says yes,” Jake’s eyes were filled with worry as he turned to his friend.

“You have nothing to worry about Jake, she is besotted with you.”

The evening had gone smoothly, you’d been out to dinner, and had a lovely walk along the beach and you were currently seated on the sand, watching the sunset. Jake had been acting strange all evening. He was nervous, you could see the sweat trickling down his forehead and his eyes couldn’t meet yours.

“Honey, what’s wrong,” you placed your hand on top of his and he jumped slightly at the contact.

“Umm…nothing… I” he stammered. Jake Seresin was never nervous, he always kept his cool but not tonight. “(Y/n) there’s uh… there’s something I want to ask you and I’ve been trying to find the perfect moment and… oh god I’m so nervous,” he laughed and stood up still not facing you. You sat there confused as you watched your boyfriend pace up and down in front of you.

“(Y/n) I never really was a love-at-first-sight kind of guy, I was never really a falling-in-love kind of guy. I’d never really had a serious relationship, and I’d certainly never lived with anyone but umm…. but when I met you everything changed. I wanted to be the man who was always there, who could be relied on. I wanted to be the guy that you always wanted to come home to. Who you could tell your secrets and fears to so I could make everything ok. I want to be that man for the rest of my life (y/n). I want to be that man for you. So I guess what I’m trying to say is…'' he stopped pacing and knelt in front of you, pulling a ring box from his pocket.

“What I’m trying to say is (y/n) will you make me the happiest man in the world and become my wife?”

You sat there, too shocked to speak, tears streaming down your face. Slowly, you lent forward, nodding frantically as you threw your arms around Jake’s neck.

“Umm darling I’m gonna need you to use your words,” Jake mumbled into your hair. You drew away quickly.

“Oh yes. God yes. 100% yes Jake! I love you so much.”

Jake beamed from ear to ear and laughed happily, slipping the delicate ring onto your finger.

“I love you too darling.”

‘Next thing you know

Your best man gives a half-drunk speech’

“And so yeah… that’s how Jake got his callsign.” Bradley slurred drunkenly, raising his glass of Prosecco into the air as he swayed wildly. Bob and Fanboy had hold of him on either side to stop him from falling.

Everyone laughed and Jake’s face was bright red, embarrassed that Bradley had just shared one of his biggest secrets. You laughed beside your husband. Husband. You couldn’t quite believe that this perfect man beside you was your husband, that he had chosen you. As if Jake knew what you were thinking he linked his hand with yours.

“You look, perfect darling. You're so beautiful. I don’t know how I got so lucky.” You smiled up at him before pressing a delicate kiss to his lips.

“Well, I think I’m the lucky one. I don’t know how I ended up with this hunk of an aviator but I'm so glad I did.” Jake pressed a loving kiss on your forehead and you shut your eyes, enjoying his warm embrace.

“I love you,” Jake whispered.

“I love you too.” Your peaceful moment was soon interrupted by Phoenix shouting for help as she disappeared after a very drunk Bradley who jumped around singing ‘Great Balls of Fire’. Jake sighed “Why do I always have to deal with a drunk Rooster? It’s always me.” He moaned, standing up from his chair. “Duty calls.”

You laughed, “ Go get ‘em handsome.” Smiling you watch your husband head over to your friends. At that moment you thought to yourself, you’d never really mentioned children to Jake before but he would make an amazing father.

‘Next thing you know

There's a test on the counter’

The test had been sitting on the bathroom side for half an hour now and you still couldn’t bring yourself to look. You were sitting on the bed next to Jake, hands interlocked as you both stared at the bathroom door.

“Darling, I think we should look. We need to know ok.” He rubbed a soothing circle on your lower back. You swallowed and nodded at him.

“You look. I’m too nervous… I can’t…” Your voice broke and a few tears trickled down your cheek. Jake caught them with this thumb as he held the side of your face. “It’s going to be ok love. Whatever the test shows it’s going to be ok.” With that he stood up and walked slowly into the bathroom, retrieving the test from the counter and slowly turning it over in his palm. You watched his face intently for any sign of a change and when he turned to you he had a bright smile on his face and tears filled his green eyes. “Baby it’s positive.” You looked at him shocked as he hurried over to you, placing the white stick into your palm. You looked down, hands shaking as you saw it, that little pink plus. Your breathing increased, hands continued to shake as you turned to your husband. “It’s… it’s positive… I’m… we’re having a baby Jake… we’re having a baby.”

“Yes, we are,” Jake sobbed, pulling you into him as you both cried. “We’re going to be parents.” He cried into your shoulder and you held him close, you were now comforting him. “We are Jake, we are.” You both held each other for a long time and by the time you finally let go it had become dark outside. “First thing tomorrow we need to go to the doctor, I wanna get one of those little picture things to show the Dagger Squad.” Jake began reeling off all the things we’d have to do and things we would need.

“Jake. Jake just calm down, baby. Ok. It’s ok we can do this, let's just take things slow. Tomorrow we can go for a scan and get a sonogram.”

“Ok,” Jake replied, grinning like a madman. “Thank you so much.” He said before pulling you in for another hug. “Thank you.”

‘Cause next thing you know

You're wearing scrubs and a funny white hat and the

Doctor's sayin', how you doin' there dad’

Your entire pregnancy has gone smoothly. The baby had been growing well and you’d had little discomfort with very little morning sickness. Jake kept telling you how much you were growling and he loved you more and more each day. You had everything planned and your hospital bag packed but your baby had other ideas. You’d had cramps all evening and Jake had been rubbing your back and giving you hot water bottles to try and help. You’d both gone to bed early but you were woken in the early hours of the morning in agony. You groaned, propping yourself up and that’s when you felt the wetness between your legs, pulling back the covers you were met with a scene from a horror film. There was blood all down your legs and all over the sheets. “Jake!” You grabbed his shoulder, shaking it violently. “Jake please,” you sobbed, shaking your husband as he woke up with a start.

“Darling? Darling, what’s wrong?” He looked down at you and his face beams deathly white. “Oh shit. Darling, we gotta get you to the hospital. Come on.” He helped you up and out to the car, before grabbing the hospital bag. You must have broken every traffic law on the way to the hospital.

You were crying in agony when you got to the hospital and Jake carried you from the car and into the lobby. As soon as you were in the hospital it was like a whirlwind. There were doctors and nurses everywhere and the pain was getting worse. Jake was there throughout, smoothing the hair across your head and whispering comforting words in your ear. At one point one of the doctors took Jake out of the room and it seemed like an eternity until they returned. You found yourself becoming more tired and you were fighting to keep your eyes open. You could hear the heartbeat monitor beside you slowing slightly and Jake’s voice in the distance before everything went black.

It was something from Jake’s worst nightmare. He’d read up on all the things that could go wrong throughout pregnancy but he never thought it would happen to you. As soon as you crashed he was ushered out of the room by a nurse and forced to sit in the waiting room as he watched more and more staff flood into your room. Not long after a doctor came out and explained that you had hemorrhaged and was thrusting a consent form for a c- section under his nose. Jake was frozen to the spot as the doctor explained all the risks but he didn’t have a choice. It was your only choice and he wasn’t about to let you die. He signed it quickly before passing it back to the doctor.

“You have to save them please.” He could feel tears streaming down.

“We will do our best.” Was all the doctor said before walking down the corridor. Jake broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. He could lose you, he couldn’t lose either of you. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialled the number of the only person he could think of.

“Hey Jake what’s up? It’s pretty early man, what are you doing up?”

“I… I need you. Something wrong with (y/n)… the baby… I.”

“Hey, hey man slow down. Where are you?” Rooster asked, adrenaline running through his veins.

“We’re Umm… we’re at the hospital.”

“I’m on my way. Ok. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Jake hung up without replying and sat there in silence. There was nothing else he could do except sit and wait. When Bradley arrived the tears came flooding again and he held Jake in his arms, trying to comfort him. He’d sent a message to Phoenix on the way over here and she said she’d pass the news on to the rest of the Dagger Squad. They all pulled together during (y/n)’s pregnancy and had become a support net for the couple so they were all feeling the same fear Jake was.

They couldn’t lose (y/n) and the baby.

It felt like hours they had sat in the waiting room before eventually, the doctor came to see them. He explained that (y/n)’s condition was stable and so was the baby. They were both going to be ok. He allowed both men into your room although you were still recovering from the anaesthetic.

Jake couldn’t believe his eyes when he walked in. You were so very pale and your eyes were still closed. “Oh baby,” Jake rushed to your side, cradling your face in his hands as he kissed your forehead. Tears began to flow down his cheeks again. “I’m so sorry, love. I’m so sorry.”

“Mr. Seresin?” One of the nurses was standing in the doorway with a small white bundle in her arms. “I thought you’d like to meet your son.”

“My…my son? I have a son?” Jake stammered, stumbling towards the door.

“Yes, you do. You have a son. Would you like to take a seat and then you can hold him?”

Jake wordlessly sat in the chair beside your bed and the nurse placed the small bundle into his arms before leaving the room. Looking down Jake could see the tiny little human wriggling around in his blanket. He had his eyes and your nose and a small dusting of blonde hair on his head. “He’s perfect,” Jake whispered and Rooster made his way over to his friend, peeking over his shoulder. “Oh, Jake, he's beautiful. He looks just like you guys.”

Jake nodded, silently taking in his son's appearance. The two men didn’t notice as you stirred beside them. Your eyes fluttered open and you took in your surroundings. The pain you felt earlier was now just a dull ache, although you felt sore across your lower abdomen. You turned to your side and couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Your husband was sitting, tears in his eyes, smiling down at a small white bundle, while Bradley was standing beside him with the same look of awe on his face. You coughed lightly and the two men looked up at you. “Oh, darling, you're awake.” Jake handed the baby over to Bradley, who stood awkwardly, trying to support his head.

“Oh, god love. You gave me such a fright, I thought I’d lost you.” Jake’s eyes shone with tears and you reached up your hand, cradling his face. “You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.” You laughed.

“Don’t worry darling, I never want to get rid of you. I love you so much. I…” He began when there was a soft cry from behind you. You both looked around at Bradley who was grinning excitedly. “(Y/n) there’s someone here who's very keen to meet you.” Jake helped prop you up with the pillows, as Bradley slowly bought your son over.

“Oh, Jake, they're beautiful.” You said as the child was lowered into your arms.

“Yes, he is.” Jake agreed.

“He? Do we have a son? Jake, we have a baby boy. Hi little guy I’m your mummy.”

“You certainly know how to make an entrance little man.”

The couple looked so comfortable, cuddled up together with their newborn. Bradley snapped a quick picture before saying his goodbyes. He sent the picture straight to the Dagger group chat, who were all relieved that both (y/n) and the baby were ok.

“Have you thought of any names for the little guy?”

Jake nuzzled his face into your shoulder. “Well we talked about so many different names but after everything we went through tonight there’s only one I can think of.” You looked at him questioningly.

Jake continued, “well when you crashed and the doctors said you needed surgery the only person I could think of calling was Bradley. He’s been there for us through everything and…”

“I think Bradley’s perfect.” You grinned at your husband.

“You do?“ He asked, eyes filled with hope.

“Yes, I do.”

You both looked down at the little boy in your arms. “Hey Bradley, welcome to the world.”

Nestled in that hospital room was Jake’s whole world, he couldn’t see a world without you in it and now he couldn’t see one without Bradley either.

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[writtenjewels]

Maternity Ward part 4

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Salim found his thoughts drifting to the Kolcheks. Specifically his new friend Jason. He liked being friendly with the couples he worked with, but this felt different somehow. He didn't think he ever connected with someone so quickly. It made him worry a little that he was toeing the line of professionalism. He certainly never spent so much time before thinking of jokes to tell other expectant fathers. But surely putting Jason at ease wasn't a bad thing, and truthfully, it'd been fun to exchange in teasing banter with the man.

The next time he entered the room, he found Penny in the middle of a contraction. Jason was coaching her through it, holding her hand and counting out her breaths for her. Salim watched without interruption, curious to see how Jason handled this. By now the panic stage had likely passed, but it was still impressive how Jason calmly but firmly talked Penny through it.

“You did great,” Jason told her when it was over. “You only said 'fuck' fifty times.”

“I'm savin' those for when I gotta start pushing,” Penny retorted with a laugh.

“Can't wait.”

“May I come in?” Salim asked. Penny looked up and Jason turned. Jason's face lit up in a smile, his eyes brightening. Salim smiled back before turning his attention on Penny. “Let me check on how you're doing.”

“Glad to see ya, Doc,” she smiled. “Jason and I have a bet goin' and we need a neutral party.”

“Oh?” Almost subconsciously, his eyes flicked over to Jason.

“We're bettin' what song's gonna play on the radio,” he explained. “I'm bettin' somethin' from the 80's on and Penny's got from the 50's to the 70's.”

“What if it's classical?” Salim asked teasingly.

“Then we tuned into the wrong fuckin' station.” Jason said it so matter-of-factly that Salim laughed. Jason smirked back at him and turned on the radio. Salim recognized the song after a few notes. “Hah.” Jason pumped a fist. “Fuckin' 1980's!”

“It's the 70's!” Penny argued. “Help me out here, Doc.” He felt both of them staring at him, waiting on a verdict.

“1979. Still technically the 70's. You were close.” He directed this to Jason. Instead of looking upset, Jason just gaped at him.

“How the fuck do you know that?”

“I like music.” Silence fell in the room with only the music to fill it. “I should get back to my rounds,” Salim announced. “I'll check on you later.”

“Hang on,” Penny protested. “Take Jason outta here so he can get me more snacks.” Jason shot her a look Salim didn't understand. With a grunt, Jason stepped out into the hall with Salim.

“You went through all those snacks already?” Salim asked him.

“She ate most of 'em.” The two started down the hall. “So,” Jason spoke up. “You like music?”

“Music kept me sane during medical school. I listened to it while I studied. I still listen to it whenever I need to relax, or feel energized, depending on the genre.”

“Me and Penn listened to a lot of music growin' up,” Jason remarked. “It's why I thought up the bet; thought it would help distract her.”

“It was a good idea.” Salim eyed him curiously. “You grew up together?”

Jason's lips quirked up in amusement. “Since the day I was born.”

Salim couldn't find the words. It was obvious now that he thought about it. The way they talked to each other, the similarities in the face and hair, why Jason always shied away whenever Salim examined Penny. Brother and sister. Salim felt like an idiot for not seeing it. They continued on to get snacks, his mind working through the information.

She's just his sister. The thought made him happy, but also strangely nervous.

[crash-tube-the-seawing]

For some reason, my brain is relating Kakavasha/Aventurine to the following Nickleback lyrics

“Prison gates won't open up for me

On these hands and knees, I'm crawlin'

Oh, I reach for you

Well, I'm terrified of these four walls

These iron bars can't hold my soul in

And all I need is you” - Nickleback, Savin’ Me

Do not ask me why, I don’t even know who the ‘you’ would be.

Then later in the song the lyrics:

“Show me what it’s like

To be the last one standing”

I relate to Ratio for some strange reason?

Crash trying to get out of her Aventio brainrot challenge failed

[r04dk1llx2]

assigning my favorite bands/artists + songs to specific Jhutch characters because,, i want to

Billy - NICKELBACK. FUCK YOU, I KNOW IM RIGHT.

Futturman - Weezer… or lemon demon.. i hope you understand..

Derek - My Darkest Days / Buckcherry

Mike - Tears For Fears / Cold

Peeta - Dennis Van Aarssen

Clapton - MILLIONAIRES!! OR… 6ARELYHUMAN!! OR EVEN.. KESHA..

[sanguineterrain]

here’s a cowboy eddie thought inspired by listening to the dracula podcast. thinking about how eddie would totally say “that’s my brave girl”, about just about anything. learned a new skill? that’s my brave girl. did something you were nervous about? that’s my brave girl. had a whole nervous breakdown and are now all watery eyed in his lap? that’s my brave girl… he’d probably punctuate it with a kiss on the head, too.

anon ur brain is so big... full of incredible thoughts... luv it 🫶this one kinda got away from me lmao but i hope you like it anyway | fem!reader x cowboy!eddie, kind of suggestive at the end

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"Missus, Missus!"

Henry skids to a stop in front of the bar, where you've been scrubbing at a sticky spot for the last five minutes.

You drop the rag into the bucket and wipe your forehead with the back of your hand.

"Ain't you s'posed to be in school, Henry Sherman?" you ask, hand on your hip.

"Aw, it's too hot for school, Missus," Henry whines. "'Sides, Mr. Porter gave me a dime to be the lookout for today. Guess who just rode in?"

"I dunno. Mr. Leland?"

Henry makes a face. "The postman? No, no. That ain't exciting. Guess again. You got one more guess."

You smile and lean against the bartop.

"Hmm... fastest gunslinger in the West?"

Henry nods eagerly. "Uh-huh! Mr. Hellfire's back!"

Your smile drops. "What? Henry, are you sure?"

Henry bounces on his toes. "Yes, ma'am! He just rode in ten minutes ago. Asked specifically for you. He's at the inn right now."

"Oh." You pat your skirt down like Mr. Hellfire's just walked in. "Uh, thank you, Henry. Here's a nickel."

You flip him a coin. Henry catches it happily.

"Alright! 'M gettin' a peppermint stick."

"Don't spoil your dinner," you say distractedly, sliding off your apron and walking around the counter to get your bag.

Henry hangs behind, drumming his fingers on the stool.

"Are you gonna marry Mr. Hellfire?"

You miss a step on your way out the door, catching yourself on the side of the building.

"What—why do you ask that, Henry?"

"'Cause you hang out with him a lot, even though people say he's bad."

"He ain't bad," you say softly. "People just talk too much."

"I know that," Henry says. "He brought me real cowboy boots for Christmas. Bad people don't give Christmas presents."

You chuckle and pat the top of Henry's head.

"No, most don't."

"He gives you lots of gifts too," Henry continues. "And Mr. Porter told me that men only give gifts to women they're gonna hitch their cart to."

You shake your head. "Henry, please don't repeat anything Mr. Porter says."

"Is it true?"

You roll your eyes. "I'm sure he thinks it's true."

"So you ain't gonna marry Mr. Hellfire? 'Cause I think it'd be real fine if you did. He's got a good horse and a big hat, and he's nice to me an' the other kids. And he brings us caramels!"

"Caramels? Don't buy peppermint sticks if he gave you caramels, Henry."

"I'm savin' those for later," he says, and you know he won't.

You go inside the inn. Eddie's hat is on the table next to him. His dark curls are pulled back into a ponytail. Sweat has gathered on his brow and in the dips of his collarbone. Your heart lurches. It's been a month since you'd seen him; you were starting to think Eddie would never come back.

Henry's sister, Sally, is sat at Eddie's feet, alongside a few other children. Eddie has his guitar out, quietly singing. You lean back on a table and listen to his crooning.

Henry eventually loses patience, though, and goes up to his sister hallway through the song.

"Sally, c'mon. Momma said we needa be home by supper."

Sally glances at her brother and pouts.

"He singin'," she says.

Eddie catches your gaze. You wave awkwardly. He beams and winks at you.

Lord, you're hungry for this man.

"I'll sing again tomorrow, Miss Sally," Eddie tells her sweetly, and drops a wrapped caramel into her tiny palm. "Any song you want. Alright?"

Sally seems to find this trade acceptable and holds Eddie's knee to stand. She walks to you and gives you a quick hug, then leaves with her brother.

"We wanna hear another song!" one boy shouts.

"Yeah, play it!"

Eddie looks at them, and you can tell his resolve will slip. Horses and kids, his only weaknesses.

"Y'know, last I checked, school isn't over," you say, brow raised. "Don't y'all have somewhere to be?"

They turn to you with wide eyes.

"Don't tell Teacher, please!"

You tilt your head at the door. "Then you'd all best get a move on, hm?"

They scramble for the door and you only feel a little guilty at the empty threat. But then Eddie stands, body long and lean, and you don't feel so bad.

"You run a tight ship, peach," he says, striding over to you.

He's always dressed in black. You've never seen him in any other color. If you'd been given any good sense, you might take that as a warning. Might heed the whispers that fly through town every time Eddie returns.

But you hadn't come into this world with any damn sense, and you don't intend to find any now.

"I've got to when Mr. Hellfire's in town," you say, leaning back on your hands. "You've made quite the reputation for yourself."

"Oh, I know," he purrs, leaning in close. "Brave girl, going toe-to-toe with the no-good devil that sweeps through."

Your heartbeat soars at Eddie's honeyed voice. He lightly presses his mouth to yours; barely a kiss. It leaves you breathless all the same.

"Ed—" you start, reaching for him.

Eddie takes your wrists in his hands, rubbing the insides with his thumbs, one leg between yours.

"Hm, baby? Whatcha need?"

"Want you to—"

He tilts his head. You anxiously look around, not wanting the innkeeper or anybody to catch you tangled up with the one person you definitely shouldn't be.

"Go on," Eddie says, breath tickling your neck. "My brave girl's gotta ask for what she wants."

"Want you to–to love on me."

"Ain't you sweet," he whispers, gently cupping the back of your neck. "Well, since my brave girl used her words so nice, of course I'll give her anything she wants."

[mileestay]

"Remember those walls I built? Well, baby, they're tumblin' down. And they didn't even put up a fight. They didn't even make a sound, I found a way to let you in. But I never really had a doubt. Standin' in the light of your halo, I got my angel now.It's like I've been awakened...Every rule I had you breakin. 'It's the risk that I'm takin'...I ain't never gonna shut you out. Everywhere I'm lookin' now...I'm surrounded by your embrace. Baby, I can see your halo, you know you're my savin' grace. You're everything I need and more, It's written all over your face. Baby, I can feel your halo... Pray it won't fade away, Hit me like a ray of sun. Burnin' through my darkest night. You're the only one that I want. Think I'm addicted to your light. I swore I'd never fall again, But this don't even feel like fallin'. Gravity can't begin. To pull me back to the ground again..." ❤️‍🩹

Thank you for being my Halo, for saving me, for making me realize that true love exists... Because my love for you makes me who I am... You are my family, my home, my everything ❤️‍🩹 There were no lyrics May it fit more with what I feel for you than this song, you are my saviors, my light... ❤️‍🩹

[fuyunoakegata]

Maybe I'll expand on this later, but was in a store with my granddaughter this afternoon and heard Nickelback, specifically Savin' Me... and I immediately thought of Dick. Okay, sure, I manage to do that with most songs, yeah, but this one really fit with the early days of Dick and Bruce.

(and I had some real Robin Annual 4 vibes from the first verse and chorus)

Prison gates won't open up for me

On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'

Oh, I reach for you, well I'm terrified of these four walls

These iron bars can't hold my soul in

All I need is you, come please, I'm callin'

And, oh, I scream for you

Hurry, I'm fallin', I'm fallin'

Show me what it's like

To be the last one standing

And teach me wrong from right

And I'll show you what I can be

Say it for me, say it to me

And I'll leave this life behind me

Say it if it's worth saving me...

Yeah, I know. Nickelback. Don't care. When I hear something that fits, it fits.

[stawpny]

GUYS I AM BEGGING YOU

SOMEONE DRAW NEW YORK IN THE 1989 ERAS TOUR OUTFIT OR THE REPUTATION ONE

PLEASE I WOULD LITERALLY COMBUST AT THE SEAMS

AUGHHH

🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

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anyways, ik a lot of ppl go on here and see when I post, hoping it’s headcannons and I just disappoint them

so here’s some hc’s for u children

ny and the south edition! (pls I don’t know much about the south so don’t kill me 😭 I’m a new yorker)

(the quotes with names on it are southerners communicating with NY or whoever else u want, but more specifically NY)

-

- NC and SC always force NY or any other state who would hate it to sing and/or play the banjo when singing a song at a campfire. Even if they suck at singing or playing the banjo!!!

-speaking of campfires, I believe that the states usually have fires every Summer and Autumn. most get together and sing songs and stuff (u can use this idea if u want)

-New York was forced by Gov to make sure a southern party didn’t go terribly. He stood by the door while Texas wouldn’t leave him alone. He stole Texas’ hat when they all passed out, drunk and still has it to date.

-as (maybe) stated before, York plays a lot of instruments, and sometimes they force him to play the acoustic guitar, harmonica, banjo, electric guitar, etc. The NE makes fun of him for it.

-acts gay especially in front of the south just to make them pissed. he’ll flirt with them and make them uncomfortable with the high amount of gay in the room with them. Florida just goes along with it, laughing and pointing at all the southerners that turn away out of embarrassment.

-made fun of Texas and California when they were outlaws and they just joined the union. “I’m tha toughest cowboy ya will ever meet!” “Mhm.” “DONT JUS’ HUM AT ME!!” >:( -Texas

-They know better than to mess with a northerner. Texas doesn’t though, he’s just stupid. York punched him once and he swore he saw him crying to Virginia after.

-has bit many southerners, does not regret it

-

-“Gimme yer best ‘yeehaw’” “yeehaw..” “Ya can do better than that! I’ve heard ya yell at Jersey.” “yeehaw.” “York, I swear-“ “YEE- FUCKIN’ HAW!”-Texas

-“just add some ol’ bay, it’ll make it taste better.” “No it fuckin’ won’t. Keep that shit away from my brownies.”- Maryland

-played poker against Texas, won and almost got shot by him. (Sore loser)

-“what are yous gonna start growlin’?” “GRRRRR-” -Kentucky

-“nah yer good ‘ere.” “Yous are ontop of me. I dunno if I should feel turned on or uncomfortable..” -Georgia

-“off-brand me.” “southerner you, which makes better.” -also Georgia (Empire State and Empire State of the south)

- “who made you this way..?” “The man yer datin’, Y’know, Mass’.” “He would never-“ “Gin, yous even know the answer to this question, it’s an obvious yes.” -Virginia

-“get rid’a the car at this point.” “Hey! I spent my life savin’s on ol’ reliable ‘ere! I ain’t gettin’ rid o’ her if she jus’ has a leak!” “Life savin’s? Jesus, what’s wrong wit’ yous?” - Tennessee

-“ that’s ‘cause Sippi’ wants a sip of that dick.” “WHAT. I ain’t gay!” *crickets* “GUYS PLEASE-“ -Mississippi

-“are yous happy to live in this shithole?” “Hey! I work hard to make this house a home!” “Work harder next time. This looks like if a hillbilly came in ‘ere trashed the place. Y’know, that makes sense knowin’ that yous idiots live ‘ere.” *walks away* “HEY! YOU TAKE THAT BACK!” -Alabama

- “I HATE YOU!” “NUH UH! I HATE YOU MORE!” “‘nuh uh’ really proves yer point, north.” -NC & SC

- “Mais sha, ya really know how shade the south, huh?” “I’ve had enough of all of yous and I’ve seen ya at yer highest and lowest, so I know what will make yous cry later.” “Uh huh, do me then.” “Nah. Don’ get me wrong, yer barely tolerable, but ya don’ get one.” - Louisiana

(loui was upset later bc he didn’t get one 😭)

-“I swear, ya say anythin’ about me bein’ in ‘misery’ then I’m gonna-“ “Nah, I don’ care ‘bout that. What I do care about is why you like mules better than horses. Isn’t that like the whole southerner thing? Horses and idiots with hats?” -Missouri

-“are yous even apart of the south, or are you like the West Virginia of Kansas?” “JESUS IS GONNA NEED TO BLESS YER ASS SOON, WHAT THE HELL DID YA JUS’ SAY TO ME?!” “I’m Jewish.” -Arkansas

-“yer mid-atlantic, but I understand why ya don’ go to family dinnahs wit’ the Northeast. If I had an excuse, I would use it too.” “You guys are scary up there, I’m shocked you still go to those things. In the ‘contract’ they said they were optional.” “FUCKIN’ OPTIONAL?!” -Delaware

-“I will eat your face.” “Uh huh.” “PAY ATTENTION TO ME OR IM GOING TO DO SOMETHING DRASTIC!” “Uh huh.” “AAAAAAAAA-“- Florida

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could u tell I got lazy at the end?

anyway, I hope you liked

I spent so long on the quotes, trying to come up with a good one was the hardest part.

and I know half of them are reaaally bad 😭

augh

I have no clue what to do for the next chapter of a fic

but anyways, ily guys

<3

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Sing for me, baby

Eddie tends to sing really loud when he's happy, but once he and Steve get together, he always jumbles up the lyrics to include Steve somehow and when he feels like it's not enough, he clarifies mid-singing and quickly tries to catch up with the song. He'd sing Girls Girls Girls by Mötley Crüe like this:

Steve, Steve, Steve Long legs and kissable lips Steve, Steve, Steve Savin' money for our road trip Steve, Steve, Steve I have no rhyme for this, but damn, Harrington, that ass of yours deserves your own verse, I swear- Trick or treat, sweet to eat On Halloween and New Year's Eve Harrington, you just can't be beat But you're the best when you're off your feet Which isn't another injury reference, damn it, remember that-!

And when he doesn't change the lyrics, he just dances to his songs, grabbing Steve and spinning him mid-anything, no matter what he does. He sings a lot of love or dirty songs for Steve and he doesn't know if he wants to combust from shame on the spot, shut up Eddie by kissing him or just listen to the rest, because Eddie dances with him, very, VERY close, and sings to Steve:

I got a fever ragin' in my heart You make me shiver and shake Baby don't stop, take it to the top Eat it like a piece of cake

You're comin' closer, I can hear you breathe You drive me crazy when you start to tease You could bring the devil to his knees

And Steve swears this is a very evil, unfair and twisted plot to get him more into Eddie's music and godfuckingdamnit, it works! Because when Eddie gets playful like that, whispers some of the lyrics against his neck, Steve loses all self-control and before he knows it, they're both on the couch, on the ground, on the counter, who the fuck cares, and the song keeps playing in the background, mixing with now different sounds Eddie makes and if that isn't creating a Pavlovian response. So Steve sometimes hums these melodies to himself, not really thinking about it, when he suddenly gets seriously flustered and it takes him a while to figure out why. Eddie is watching him with a wolfish grin and when Steve says "fuck you, Munson!", he just snickers and responds "mhm, to this song again? If you insist, but are you sure you have enough stamina to do that and sing at the same time, Stevie?" 

It's utterly vile, several good songs are now ruined for him forever and Steve loves it. 

(but not so much when they play on the radio when he's driving the kids around. Eddie is sitting next to him, a knowing smirk on his face, and when Steve tries to change the station, he slaps his hand away, "ah-ah Stevie, I like this song!" and Steve is in hell. He drives like a maniac, gripping the wheel and focusing on his breathing, mumbles a quick explanation to Dustin that he forgot a kettle or something stupid he knows Dustin will never believe, but who cares. Tires screeching, he takes the first possible turn to a secluded spot into the forest and when he's struggling to drag the maniacally cackling Eddie to his seat, he prays to any deities willing to listen that Eddie never plays one of these cursed songs during his Corroded Coffin concerts. Spoiler alert: he does)

[romanoffprentiss]

Next Thing you Know 

 Me hating country  and most of my fics based on country songs 

You swear you’re staying single next thing you know

You meet a girl at a bar next thing you know

You get her laughing 

Its 2 am

Emily joined the BAU with the goal of staying single. She had been burned one to many times and the effort wasn’t worth the heartache. That was what she said to JJ one night at a girls night. Like a sign from above you walked into the BAU and changed her world. She had tried to stay professional, but after a night at Penelope’s she decided your laugh was the best thing in the world. That night she kissed you on your car door and your smile was present for weeks after.

:read more:

Then you tell your buddies 

3 months in

She aint moving in

Derek heard about the kiss from Penelope who heard it from JJ who heard it from Spencer who you told. Derek walked over to Emily’s Desk with a pep in his step,

“So y/n?” He grins and Emily sighs looking up at him,

“What are you talking about?” She raises an eyebrow and he smirks,

“Why don’t we recreate what you two did at baby girls place” he teased and Emily hit him with a file,

“Its not like that” she defended and Derek rolled his eyes,

“mhm, Penelope told me you’d be considered a ‘u-haul lesbian’?” He quoted and Emily laughed,

“She is not moving in !”

But next thing you know

There’s a U-haul trailer 

Next thing you know

Your old apartment 

Is y’alls new place 

There goes the carpet 

But the deer head stays

Derek wouldn’t let it go as he helped unload boxes into Emilys apartment.

“Remember a couple months ago?” He began and Emily threw a stuffed animal at him,

“Em ! Watch out !” You playfully scold as you pick up the stuffed toy and kiss her cheek leaving Emily apologizing and leaning in for a kiss and chasing after your lips when you pull away,

“You’re so whipped” Derek continued his teasing, this time Penelope walks over,

“Leave the love birds alone Derek! They’re so sweet” she cooed and you both blush at the comment.

That next day you got to work re arranging the living room,

“Woah what’s wrong with it?” Emily pouts seeing you put the carpet in the donate pile,

“This one I ordered will fit with the space better” you say and she sighs,

“Well then my emo rock collection stays” she says and you laugh,

“As long as you do the same hair and eyeliner” you tease walking over to her and wrapping your arms around her waist kissing her cheek,

“I can’t believe Garcia showed you that” Emily groans hiding her face in your neck leaving kisses up and down,

“It was actually Spencer” you whisper and Emily gasps,

“Im gonna kill him” 

Next thing you know 

You’re Savin money like never before (just to)

Spend it all at a jewelry store (gettin)

Emily had been comfortable all her life, which is why she spared no expense picking out your ring. She spent multiple nights in JJ’s office going over rings and sizes,

“This one is perfect” she says pulling up the most beautiful ring she’s seen in days,

“She’s going to love it” JJ says and smiles trying to ignore the hefty price tag.

Down on one knee on her mama’s porch

Just pray she don’t say no

The dinner was amazing. Conversation flowed freely and Emily looked like a lovesick puppy the whole time. After she pays she grabs your hand and leads you down a path,

“Emily  considering what we do for a living this is the worst idea ever” you joke as she leads you down the wooded dark path,

“It’ll be worth it, plus I have my gun” she replies and you giggle as an opening reveals with rose petals and candles,

Emily leads you to the middle and you notice Penelope and JJ standing off to the side with cameras,

“Em?” you turn to face her but look down seeing her on one knee noticing a ring box in her hands,

“Y/n Ive loved you from the moment you walked into the BAU I thought I would never fall in love and the-“ she’s cut off as you almost take her down hugging her. She laughs and you kiss her all over her face,

“Yes yes yes ! A million times yes” you say and she kisses you deeply. Once releasing she puts the ring on your finger,

“I got it !” JJ shouts walking over with the camera with a proud smile as she congratulates you two. 

Next thing you know

Your best man gives a half drunk speech (and you’re)

Sunburnt on a honeymoon beach (and your)

Left hand’s getting used to that ring 

There the next two three or years go

Emily sat next to you at the bridal party table, JJ to your left and Emily to your right. Once Derek stood up you knew it would be trouble, you give a look to Emily who shrugs and kisses you gently which gets rid of any fear of Derek’s speech,

“Emily Prentiss, or should I say my princess” Derek begins,

“I met you on your first day on the BAU and woo, at first I thought I could have a chance with you” You raised an eyebrow and Derek looked at you,

“Don’t worry mama she’s all yours, I knew once y/n walked in that Emily was gone, miss. commitment issues Prentiss, miss. I don’t need anyone Prentiss, had met her match, and she tried in the beginning to ignore it, but y/n has that effect on people, to squeeze her way into your heart even if every defense tells you to avoid her, even when she’s enabling Reid to go on his long rambles, and can convince you to drink way more then you should on a work night” the crowd laughs and you squeeze Emilys hand and see her staring at you lovingly,

“I mean look at them, can’t take their eyes off of each other for 5 seconds” Derek teases and you chuckle as Emily leans in for a kiss.

The next week is spent blissfully on a beach. You sip your drink and watch as Emily gets out of the pool, you didn’t think someone could make it look so sexy but here she was. She walked over drenched and stands over you. You lower your sunglasses as she leans down for a kiss,

“Hi baby” you say and she grins,

“Hello mrs.Prentiss” she grins and gets on top of you,

“Emily ! You’re soaked !” You shriek but can’t help but laugh,

“You said till death do us part” she jokes and you kiss her again,

“Death will come soon for us with hypothermia” you joke and she laughs. It’s your favorite sound, you’re amazed you can spend the rest of your life making her laugh like that. 

Next thing you know

Y’all weren’t really trying next thing you know 

There’s a test on the counter next thing you know 

She’s standing there crying nodding her head yes 

You’re half excited half scared to death (cause)

After almost a year of treatments and tests and needles you were ready to give up. It broke Emily’s heart to see you so upset over it, one last attempt you had both agreed that after that, you couldn’t handle another negative. Emily came home from a brunch with her mother and frowned when she couldn’t find you in the living room, the kitchen, or the bedroom. She walked over to the bathroom door and knocked gently,

“Y/n?” She asked and you sniffle opening the door for her,

“Honey what’s wrong?” She asks and hugs you. You cry into her shoulder as her eyes meet the stick laying on the counter,

“Is that?” She pauses not believing it as she holds up the stick seeing the two lines. She gasps and looks over as you nod and she picks you up hugging you tightly. It all hits her that there is a baby now. It’s no longer a hypothetical but a reality. Someone she will be in charge of and have to make sure she raises them properly. 

Next thing you know 

You’re wearing scrubs and a funny white hat (and the)

Doctor’s saying how you doin there Mom (and)

Nobody’s ever called you that (and)

You take the drive home slow

Standing in the OR, Emily did not picture this. You’re on the table, the meds have definitely kicked in and you smile up at her,

“You look so funny baby” you say and she chuckles wiping the tears from her eyes,

“Anything to be here with you” she says kissing your head. She doesn’t look over the curtain until you make a look of discomfort,

“You’re doing so well” she whispers in your head and stands up to see. A gasp is let out as she sees the baby be lifted up and a screeching cry fills the room,

“Is she okay?” You ask and Emily nods eagerly,

“She’s beautiful y/n” she says and the doctor rests the baby by your head. Emily lets out a sob as you hold the baby for the first time,

“You doing okay there mom?” Rossi asks as Emily spaced out for a minute as the team each take turns holding the baby,

“Yeah just soaking it all in” she says and is off again in her own world as it hits her that she’s a mother now. She would do anything for your little girl. She’s never felt this strong of a love before. 

On the way home you almost complain about how Emily goes 5 under the speed limit,

“She’s okay em” you encourage sitting in the back seat as Nadia holds your finger in her sleep.

Next thing you know 

Its first steps, first dates, first car (it’s)

11:01 wondering where they are

Then you’re saying USC’s too far

Its amazing how fast 17 years go

Emily sighed leaning back in her desk chair. It was a long night of paperwork, she thought back to the days that it didn’t matter if she stayed late but now she had you and Nadia waiting on her. She longed to see you both, you had left earlier, finishing your report early to be able to pick up Nadia. The lights were dim and everyone but her and Hotch were left. The door to the Bullpen open and she hears and squeal and some footsteps,

“What are you guys doing here?” Emily said turning around to see you both standing,

“We missed our mama, didn’t we?” You coo at Nadia who reaches out,

“Mama” she says and you put her down on the floor holding her hands to guide her to walk over, she had been teasing walking for a while but still needed something to hold onto,

Until suddenly she let go of your hands and took three steps right into Emily’s arms,

“Oh my god ! Oh my god ! you did it baby !” Emily smiled lifting Nadia up into the air and kissing her cheeks as Nadia clapped.

That felt like just yesterday. Emily looked into Nadia’s room as you helped her apply her lipstick. It was prom and you did not waste a second making sure it would be perfect for Nadia. Emily never got to go to prom herself and was glad to see how excited Nadia was. She was glad that you both raised her to be able to enjoy normal teenage things,

“Isn’t she a little too young for all this?” Emily asked and you rolled your eyes,

“She’s 17 its completely appropriate” you say and Emily chuckles. Nadia looks up at Emily and smiles,

“How do I look?” She asked and Emily smiled,

“Gorgeous like always” she kissed Nadias hair as the doorbell rang,

“Ill get it” Nadia shoots up but you hold her back,

“Let mama make him sweat a little” you chuckle as Nadia looks mortified as Emily answers the door,

“Hello mrs.Prentiss, is Nadia almost ready?” The boy asks and Emily notes he’s dressed up and holding a bouquet of flowers,

“You make it really hard to play bad cop Henry” Emily teased and let him in. Nadia and you walk down the stairs and Henry smiles,

“You look amazing” he lets out and hands her flowers, she giggles and they go to leave,

“Wait wait ! I need pictures !” You say grabbing the camera, and Nadia lets out a groan. You blink away tears as they pose,

“I can’t believe you guys are all grown up” you wipe a tear and Emily puts her arm around you,

“You guys get out of here before the waterworks, have her back by 11 mister” she points at Henry who nods quickly, 

“Yes ma’am” he says. You both watch as they share smiles and Henry opens her car door for her,

“Those smiles are dangerous” Emily points out and you chuckle,

“Let them be teens” you say and send JJ the pictures.

“Babe come to bed” you say from the staircase as Emily sits in the kitchen,

“She should be home by now” Emily says and you frown,

“did you call her?” You ask walking over and wrapping your arms around her shoulder’s kissing her cheek,

“No but we agreed 11” she huffs and you grab your phone and see Nadia sent a text saying the movie got out late and she was on her way home now,

“See no need to worry” you try to reassure her but she doesn’t budge. She waits for Nadia to come home and once she’s inside and the house is locked up you walk past the hall to see Emily tucking Nadia in. You stand in the doorway as Emily kisses her forehead,

“I know USC is exciting and you want to get away but maybe a school in the same state? Or timezone? I don’t think I can handle worrying about you while you’re all the way on the other side of the country” Emily says and Nadia chuckles,

“You worry too much mama” Nadia replied and Emily shook her head,

“Its my job, I just want you to be safe and happy, and if USC is it, then ill be right there, but me and mom need at least weekly calls to keep us sane, otherwise ill steal the jet and fly over myself” Emily says and Nadia nods,

“I love you mama” she says and hugs Emily,

“Love you too bug” Emily says. 

Next thing you know

You get to know your wife again (and you’re)

More in love then you’ve ever been (with a)

Lot of years of remember when’s

And still some down the road

Emily thought that the house would be quiet. Coming home after getting Nadia settled. She was proven wrong. She missed Nadia dearly but part of her loved this new phase. Waking up to breakfast in bed, dancing around the living room, baking, watching tv, anything was way better doing it together.

Retirement felt amazing, Emily worried that she would miss the action, and maybe occasionally she did, but standing behind you in the kitchen while you guys tried to make homemade cookies, she knew that she never wanted to leave this life you two have built. 

Cause next thing you know

You got a yard full of your kid's kids and ya

Take 'em to church, teach 'em to fish, and ya

Tell 'em stories every chance you get

About how fast this life down here can go

After Emily’s mother passed, she inherited her fathers old cabin. You two quickly moved in and settled into an outdoors lifestyle. She was brought back to summers spent here with her father so many years ago. She walked out onto the porch and watched as Henry chased a little Charlie around who’s giggles were infectious, she walked over to where Will, JJ, Nadia, and yourself were chatting at the table. Henry soon walks over with Charlie on his shoulders,

“Grandma can we go fishing now?” Charlie asked and Emily smiled, though originally she hated the grandma title, feeling too old, Charlie, just like his mom, had Emily wrapped around his finger,

“Of course bud lets grab our things” she said and they walked into the shed. You smile watching the two,

“He looks just like you Nadia” you comment taking a sip of your cup,

“Reminds me when Elizabeth tried to come camping with us that one year” you reminisce and Nadia lets out a laugh,

“She had pantsuits on to go for a hike” Nadia remembers and you both laugh. Emily leads Charlie to the lake and smiles as she helps him with his rod,

“You know I used to fish with my dad when I was your age, in this very spot” Emily tells the boy and he squints looking up at her,

“You were my age?” He asked and she laughed nodding,

“Long long ago, one day you can take your own kids fishing and tell this story” Emily says and the moment is interrupted by a pull on the line and Emily helps him reel in the fish. Charlies face lit up as Henry ran over with his camera to take a picture of the moment. After putting the fish back and sitting around the fireplace that night. Emily put her arm around you,

“I think we did alright” she says softly and you look up at her,

“I wouldn’t change a thing” you agree and kiss her gently, still managing to give her the butterflies you did that first night at Garcia’s apartment. 

[callsigns-haze]

You love letters in jail...

Pairing: Rhysand x reader Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content and emotional turmoil SMUT. Summary: In a moment of passion and vulnerability, Rhysand implores YN to stay with him, but she grapples with the weight of her responsibilities as High Lady of the Court of the Lost Gods.

Song I kinda used is Prison for life because 🎶I'm a feminist, obviously But I wouldn't really mind him savin' me And I know that I'm fine without a man But I think I would like his protection I'm just bein' honest, can't change what I like I'll never forget it, he told me one night If anybody hurts you, hah I'm goin' to prison for life🎶

This can be read alone or with Prison for life.

As YN lay nestled against Rhysand's chest, the gentle rise and fall of his breath soothing her like a lullaby, she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. His fingers traced lazy patterns through her hair, each touch sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine as she reveled in the intimacy of their shared moment.

"So," Rhysand murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent warmth flooding through her veins, "about earlier..."

YN tilted her head up to meet his gaze, her heart fluttering at the playful glint in his eyes. "Oh, you mean when you swooped in to save me from certain doom?" she teased, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Rhysand chuckled, the sound vibrating against her skin like a gentle caress. "Yes, that," he replied, his tone light with amusement. "I couldn't just let you get eaten by that thing, now could I?"

YN laughed, the sound melodic and carefree in the quiet of the room. "I suppose not," she conceded, her fingers tracing idle patterns against his chest. "But you didn't have to make such a dramatic entrance."

Rhysand raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Oh, but where's the fun in that?" he countered, his voice tinged with amusement. "Besides, I thought you liked a little bit of drama in your life."

YN chuckled, leaning in to press a soft kiss against his chest. "Only when it's accompanied by a dashing hero," she teased, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

Rhysand grinned, his fingers tangling gently in her hair as he pulled her closer. "Well, lucky for you, you've got the most dashing hero of them all," he replied, his voice soft with affection.

As they lay together in the quiet warmth of the night, their laughter mingling with the soft rustle of the sheets, YN couldn't help but feel grateful for the easy banter and playful teasing that defined their relationship. In Rhysand's arms, she felt safe, cherished, and utterly, completely loved—a feeling she never wanted to end.

As the conversation shifted to more lighthearted topics, YN found herself tracing lazy circles on Rhysand's chest, her mind drifting to the moments they shared, both playful and profound.

"You know," Rhysand began, his voice low and contemplative, "I never thought I'd find someone who could match my wit and sarcasm quite like you do."

YN chuckled softly, the sound muffled against his skin. "Is that a compliment or an insult?" she teased, her lips curving into a playful smile.

Rhysand's laughter rumbled beneath her, a warm vibration that sent a flutter of warmth through her chest. "Take it however you like," he replied, his tone teasing. "But I have to admit, it's refreshing to have someone who can keep up with me."

As they bantered back and forth, their conversation meandering through topics both trivial and profound, YN couldn't help but marvel at the easy rapport they shared. With Rhysand, she felt seen, understood, and accepted for who she truly was—a feeling that filled her with a sense of joy and contentment unlike anything she had ever known.

Feeling a surge of desire coursing through her veins, YN lifted herself from where she lay against Rhysand's chest, her eyes locking with his as she straddled him, a playful grin dancing on her lips. Leaning down, she captured his mouth in a passionate kiss, her lips molding to his with a fierce hunger that left them both breathless.

Rhysand responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around her waist as he deepened the kiss, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer. Their bodies pressed together, a symphony of heat and desire as they lost themselves in the intensity of their shared passion.

As their kisses grew more fervent, YN felt a fire igniting within her, a primal need that burned hotter with each passing moment. She trailed kisses along Rhysand's jawline, down his neck, reveling in the taste and feel of him beneath her touch.

With a low growl of desire, Rhysand flipped them over, pinning YN beneath him as he claimed her lips in a searing kiss. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each touch igniting sparks of pleasure that danced along their skin.

As their lips fervently explored one another, Rhysand's voice, husky with desire, broke through the haze of passion. "Lift your hips for me," he murmured against her lips, his words sending a shiver of anticipation down YN's spine.

With a breathless nod, YN complied, arching her back as she lifted her hips to meet his touch. Rhysand's hands traced a path of fire along her curves, his lips trailing kisses along her neck and collarbone before descending lower, capturing her breast in a hungry kiss.

As Rhysand's lips teased and tantalized her sensitive skin, YN's breath hitched in her throat, her fingers tangling in his hair as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure coursing through her. Each flick of his tongue, each gentle nip of his teeth, sent sparks of ecstasy dancing along her nerves, drawing soft gasps of pleasure from her lips.

With a low growl of desire, Rhysand's hands trailed down her body, his touch setting her ablaze as he worshipped her with a reverence that left her breathless. Lost in the intoxicating whirlwind of sensation, YN gave herself over completely to the moment, her heart soaring as she melted into the exquisite pleasure of Rhysand's touch.

As their bodies melded together in a passionate embrace, Rhysand's desire for YN grew more intense, his need for her undeniable. With a deep, primal hunger burning within him, he guided himself to her slick entrance, the anticipation of their union sending a surge of electricity coursing through both of them.

With a shared gasp of ecstasy, Rhysand slowly entered YN, inch by tantalizing inch, his length stretching her slick walls as they merged together in a union of pure bliss. The sensation of him filling her completely sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, her body arching against his in a silent plea for more.

As Rhysand began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, YN clung to him desperately, her nails digging into his back as she surrendered herself to the intoxicating rhythm of their lovemaking. Each thrust sent sparks of ecstasy shooting through her veins, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of their connection.

Lost in the throes of passion, Rhysand and YN moved together as one, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they chased the pinnacle of pleasure. With each thrust, each gasp, they drew closer to the edge, their passion building like a wildfire raging out of control.

And then, with a shared cry of ecstasy, they tumbled over the edge together, their bodies convulsing in the throes of release as they were consumed by the sheer intensity of their love. In that moment of pure bliss, nothing else mattered but the two of them, locked together in a timeless embrace as they soared to heights of pleasure they had never known before.

As they lay together, their bodies still trembling with the echoes of their passion, Rhysand's arms wrapped around her in a tender embrace. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his voice soft and filled with emotion as he spoke.

"Stay with me," he whispered, his words a plea wrapped in longing. "Don't go back to the Court of the Lost Gods. Stay here, with me."

YN's heart fluttered at his words, torn between the love she felt for Rhysand and the responsibilities that awaited her back at the court. She searched his eyes, seeing the depth of his affection reflected in their depths, and felt her resolve waver.

But as she opened her mouth to respond, she found herself at a loss for words. The weight of her duties pressed down upon her like a heavy burden, reminding her of the obligations she had sworn to uphold as High Lady.

"I... I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper as uncertainty gnawed at her heart. "I want to stay with you, Rhys. But I have responsibilities back at the court. I can't just abandon them."

Rhysand's expression softened, his fingers brushing gently against her cheek as he leaned in to kiss her tenderly. "I understand," he said, his voice filled with quiet understanding. "But know that my heart will always be here, waiting for you. No matter what path you choose, I'll be here, ready to love you with everything I am."

Tears pricked at the corners of YN's eyes as she gazed into Rhysand's eyes, overwhelmed by the depth of his love and devotion. In that moment, she realized that no matter where life's journey took her, she would always carry Rhysand's love with her, a beacon of hope guiding her through even the darkest of times.

With a trembling smile, she reached out to take his hand, intertwining their fingers together in a silent promise. "Thank you, Rhys," she whispered, her voice filled with love and gratitude. "For everything."

And as they lay together in the quiet embrace of the night, their hearts entwined in a bond that transcended time and space, YN knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she would face them with Rhysand by her side, their love a light to guide them through the darkness.

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…I had an idea.

Touchstarved Witcher AU

Mhin of Eridia, the mighty witcher of the School of the Raven. And their ever-present sing-songy twit. Not pictured — the witcher's loyal cat Roach.

I also made a "Toss a Coin" parody below.

Toss a Coin to Your Hunter (Touchstarved Witcher AU)

When a humble Hound Graced a ride along With Mhin of Eridia, Alon came this song.

When the White Crow fought A multi-eyed devil, Its army of Soulless, The Shroud did they rebel.

It came after me With masterful deceit, Sliced off my arm, And it left me to bleed!

While the devil's claws Minced our tender meat, And so cried the Witcher They can't be bleat!

Toss a coin to your Witcher. Oh, Valley of Plenty Oh, Valley of Plenty, oh Toss a coin to your Witcher. Oh, Valley of Plenty

At the edge of the fog, Fight the mighty horde That bashes and breaks you And brings you to mourn.

They felled every beast Lurking in your streets Deep down in the shadows From whence it came.

They wiped out your pest, Got kicked in their chest. They’re a friend of humanity, So give them the rest.

That's my epic tale! Our champion prevailed, Defeated the villain, Now pour’em some ale!

Toss a coin to your Witcher! Oh, Valley of Plenty Oh, Valley of Plenty, oh Toss a coin to your Witcher! A friend of humanity.

Toss a coin to your Witcher! Their pockets are empty, Their pockets are empty, oh. Toss a coin to your Witcher! A friend of humanity.

Toss a coin to your Witcher! Oh, Valley of Plenty Oh, Valley of Plenty, ah-ah, oh Toss a coin to your Witcher, A friend of humanity!

Bonus — Mhin’s notes

Mhin: …That’s not what happened. I wasn't there when it severed your arm, and we would both be dead if there was a Soulless army. Alon: Look, Mhinny — can I call you Mhinny? Mhin: No. (Was that a short joke?) Alon: Fair enough—I like you, Witcher, but your attitude’s not gonna do much for changing the rest of the folks’ minds, so we’re gonna let your accomplishments do the talking — er, singing? — and if the truth needs some embellishments here and there to truly capture the spirit of it, well…that’s the job of a skilled bard. Mhin: You’re not even an actual bard. Alon: Besides, the number of Soulless you’ve slain over the course of your life has got to be enough to make up an army, right? So it’s not quantitatively a lie! Mhin: The truth died the moment you started singing, if that's what you meant by "capturing its spirit." Moreover, crows and ravens are two different species of birds, they can’t be used interchangeably. Alon: You try coming up with a good rhyme for “raven!” Shaven? Cravin'? Mhin: You…You didn’t even rhyme anything with “crow” in the song? Alon: Savin'? Haven? Depraven? Huh. I guess there are some good rhymes. “White Raven of Eridia…” Mhin: …………….What was that line about my pockets? Alon: Okay, you can’t be mad about that, that’s the one true part in the song. According to your standards, anyway. Mhin: Yes. *glares and twirls knife* And how did you know about that one true part? Alon: … Alon: *thrusts the coin-filled hat to Mhin* Hey, wow, look at that, buddy! Those pockets aren’t empty anymore, haha! Who said silvers are only for monsters, eh? :D

[cheri-translates]

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[CN] Fifth Anniversary Video

🍒 English translation under the cut 🍒

Victor: I’ve always been sufficiently lucky. That’s how I was able to walk down this path naturally according to a pace that I've planned. I didn’t face many mishaps nor surprises. However, a dummy turned surprises into something normal. I started to look forward to every moment and every tomorrow.

Kiro: I craved for light, searched for light, and became light. That way, darkness stayed a little further away from me. But you’re different from everyone else. You walked out of the dark night and found me while I was trapped within it. You became my light.

Shaw: Most of the things and people on this earth are very uninteresting. But I don’t like to compromise. If I have to do something, I’d do the most interesting things. Meeting you counts as one of them. In the days ahead, I’m afraid I’d never be bored again.

Gavin: A very long time ago, I thought that the wind was free. It doesn’t have a shape nor direction. But when you appeared, I had a new definition of the wind. It’s resolute and will never change its trajectory. It advances with an indomitable will. It’s not simply wind. It’s my fearless courage.

Lucien: I often took on the role of an onlooker looking at everything on earth. I’d observe how they changed from start to end. That is, until the day that such a version of myself became a participant in your life. It made me blind, it made me happy, and it made me become more like myself.

I want to collect all the happiness in the world and give them to you.

Your laughter is the song that I look forward to.

I enjoy delving into topics that have no fixed answer with you.

Whether they are plans in the past or the future, you’ll always be a participant in them.

We must enjoy every minute and second to the fullest.

Kiro: This composition is a melody of our five years together. I’d like to sing it to you personally.

Gavin: I’ve finally grasped the wind which was once out of my reach. Five years isn’t enough. Forever isn’t enough.

Lucien: Ever since you accepted my greediness, I’d like to spend countless five years with you.

Victor: The bold and visionary words that a dummy said during these five years - I’ll wait for you to fulfil each and every one of them in the future.

Shaw: As compared to before, I’ve been much happier these few years. But from now onwards, you have to continue being uninhibited with me.

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Victor: Mr Mills, she’ll be here today. Souvenir will be closed temporarily.

Kiro: Savin, that’s all for rehearsals today. It’s time for me to pick her up from work.

Shaw: Adam, reserve a ticket tonight. I’m giving it to someone. Tsk, you already know the answer. Who else could it be but her?

Gavin: Eli, do me a favour. Let’s exchange duties today. She’s going on a business trip tomorrow so I want to be home a little earlier.

Lucien: Pete, did she leave this lunchbox? Even though she changed the thermal bag, I can tell at a glance.