#WHERE IS EMILY'S EMMY

[bonescaps]

[hamable]

I need Brennan to win an award. I need the world to know how exceptional a storyteller he is. How do you plan something like this?

I’m suddenly seeing the rat grinders as a sort of self insert for him. Not character-wise, but as tools for writing a mystery. Usually you start with the solution and work backwards. Brennan had to concoct this solution and prepare for every possible thing that the best DnD players he’s ever known might do to crack his story wide open. He needed an entire party of character foils whose primary goal was to cover their tracks and account for periphery details to outsmart The Bad Kids. An unfathomable amount of work to be able to tell this story at the pace it’s being told.

I found myself remarking earlier in the season how much planning and foreknowledge he had to have to have the variety of dome projections from @caitmayart he does and now I realize that’s just scratching the surface.

[hookechoes]

"you actually died?" reid literally became a five year old child in that moment, god

[meazalykov]

winner winner

emily fox x actress!reader

summary: your girlfriend is surprised when you mention her name at an event

the lights are bright as you sit at one of the front tables at the emmy awards, heart racing as the show plays out in front of you. 

your castmates are scattered around the table, all smiling and laughing between segments, but you can’t shake the nervous excitement settling in your stomach. 

you’ve been nominated for best actress in a drama series, and even though everyone keeps telling you how deserving you are, you can’t quite believe it.

you glance down at your phone, where a string of texts from emily fill the screen. 

emily: good luck babe!!!

emily: i'm so proud of you already

emily: everyone's watching here, don't stress <3

you can practically see her excited smile behind the messages, and it makes your heart swell. she’s back in london, watching the ceremony with her arsenal teammates, and just the thought of her staying up late to support you calms you slightly.

“you ready for this?” one of your co-stars leans over, nudging you playfully.

you give them a tight-lipped smile, fiddling with your rings. “as ready as i’ll ever be.”

the presenters return to the stage, and your category is announced just an hour after the show began. 

you try to focus on your breathing as the nominees are listed, your name flashing on the screen alongside clips from your show. your heart pounds in your chest, and then—

“and the emmy for best actress in a drama series goes to... y/n l/n!!!!!”

the world goes silent for a moment as you register the words, and then it hits you all at once. you’ve won. you can’t stop the grin from spreading across your face as your castmates erupt in cheers around you, hugging you tightly before you make your way to the stage.

the applause is loud, the lights almost blinding as you step up to the microphone, holding the emmy in your trembling hands. 

you glance out at the audience, overwhelmed by the gravity of the moment, and then you begin.

“wow... okay,” you laugh breathlessly, trying to calm your nerves. “i did not expect this, so i’ll try to keep it together.”

the audience chuckles softly, and you glance at your cast sitting at the table. “first, i want to thank my incredible co-stars. this show would be nothing without you guys. you’re all so talented, amazing, and supportive, and i feel so lucky to have worked alongside you.”

you take a deep breath, emotions catching up with you. “to my parents, thank you for always believing in me, even when this career felt like a far-fetched dream. and to the crew, the writers, the directors—everyone who worked tirelessly behind the scenes to make this show come to life—you’re the real heroes tonight.”

you pause, feeling a lightness in your chest as you approach the end of your speech. “and last but not least... emily,” you say with a smirk, eyes twinkling. “she knows what she did.”

the audience bursts into laughter, and you can already imagine the chaos that line will cause online. 

you grin wider, feeling a surge of warmth as you picture emily blushing back in london. 

“seriously, though, emily, your support means the world to me. i couldn’t have done this without you too.”

you finish with a few final words of gratitude before stepping off the stage, your heart still racing as you return to your seat, clutching the emmy tightly. 

your phone buzzes in your lap, and you can already see the notifications piling up—fans reacting to your speech, people congratulating you. but there’s one message you’re waiting for.

meanwhile, in london, emily sits wide-eyed in front of the tv, surrounded by her arsenal teammates—leah, katie, caitlin, kyra, and lia.

when your speech finishes, the room erupts.

“she mentioned you!” leah exclaims, clapping emily on the back.

“emily too,” katie teases, mimicking your voice with a grin. “you’re famous now.”

emily buries her face in her hands, cheeks burning red. “oh my god, stop!”

“that was so cute!” kyra says, nudging emily with her elbow. “you didn’t tell us she’d say something like that.”

“i didn’t know!” emily protests, still flustered. “she’s just—ugh, she’s amazing.”

“so when’s the wedding?” caitlin jokes, and everyone bursts into laughter, including emily, though she can’t hide the proud smile spreading across her face.

hours later, you finally return to your hotel suite, the weight of the emmy still surreal in your hands. 

as soon as the door shuts behind you, you dial emily’s number, eager to hear her voice.

she picks up on the second ring. “hey, you.”

“hey,” you grin, sinking onto the couch, exhausted but exhilarated. 

“did you watch?”

“of course i watched! you were incredible, y/n. seriously, we’re all freaking out over here.”

“you’re freaking out? well, i’m not surprised– you were probably blushing.” you laugh. 

emily groans on the other end. “i knew that was coming. you couldn’t resist, could you?”

“nope,” you reply cheekily, settling deeper into the cushions. “but i meant it, em. your support really does mean the world to me. i wouldn’t have gotten through any of this without you.”

there’s a pause on the other end, and when emily speaks again, her voice is softer. “that’s sweet of you to say. i’m just so proud of you. i knew you’d win.”

“i still can’t believe it,” you admit, glancing at the emmy sitting on the table across from you. “it feels like a dream.”

“well, believe it,” emily says with a smile in her voice. “you earned it.”

you close your eyes, the sound of her voice easing the whirlwind of emotions still swirling inside you. 

“i can’t wait to see you when i get back to london.”

“me neither,” emily replies. “but for now, just enjoy your night. you deserve it.”

you smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “i love you, em.”

“i love you too.”

as the call ends, you look around the quiet room, the emmy glinting in the soft light. you smile, happy to be a winner and to have a winner supporting you back home.

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[trashogram]

He Chose You (Pt. 10)

Lucifer/Reader: Lucifer chooses you to be the mother of his child. Rated E for Explicit.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 13.5 | Part 14 | End

Everything was white. Pristine white. 

You couldn’t be blind, but no one would blame you for entertaining the idea as nothing but white stretched beyond your gaze.

Unending white. 

Uncanny. White. 

“Hello?” You asked the white abyss. Your call echoed out and back in, the way you imagined sound would echo in a canyon. 

“Hello!” 

You screamed, jumping up at the new voice coming from somewhere high above you. You tried to pinpoint where it came from, staring up at what you hoped was the sky before things slowly materialized. 

Pastel pinks, oranges and soft blues bled into the white, adding definition to what had once been literally nothing. The whiteness remained in the shape of buoyant, fluffy clouds pillowing all around you. 

“Over here!” The voice chimed. “Oh no, here! You’re getting warmer! Almost there!”

After circling around like a dog after your own tail, you finally found the source. Behind you rose a ginormous golden gate, gleaming beneath an electric-looking, all-seeing eye.

 And at its entrance towered a gold and platinum podium. 

A very… well, there was no other way to say it — a very white man with swooping blond hair eyed you from the top of the podium, grinning from ear to ear. 

“Hiya! Welcome!” The man said. “You’re right on time!” 

“Uh, okay…?” You replied. 

Without a hitch, the blond lifted up a large tome and began flicking through the pages. In the meantime, you stood there awkwardly, a question on the very tip of your tongue. 

“Wh-um, where am I, exactly?” You finally asked. 

“Why, you’re in Heaven of course!” He stated jovially before turning the book around and tapping on a name. “This is you, correct?”

Your name stared back at you in a glowing golden font, all pretty and shiny — 

And underlined? 

“Yeah.” You blinked. “Wait, did you just say Heaven?”

“Mm-hm, yep! And if I could just get you to stand right here at the center of the platform, that’d be great.” 

An elevated slab of pure gold rose from the clouds beneath your feet a little ways ahead of you. Timidly, you made your way over and onto the platform as instructed. You were pleasantly surprised at the instant warmth that met the bottoms of your bare feet. 

“Pe-rr-fect!” With a flap of suddenly conjured wings, the gatekeeper floated down to hover right beside you. “Now, we just wait for Emily. She should be here in 3, 2, 1… .5 — ”

A loud clang startled you out of your skin for the second time, and you whipped around to face the woman that had spontaneously appeared in front of you.

She panted. “Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry! I didn't mean to be late!” 

The golden gates pulled back to reveal the white-haired newcomer in all her splendor. This other angel was bedecked in a floor-length white gown to match her downy-white hair and periwinkle-grey skin dotted with white freckles. A halo hung over her head, casting an eternal light over her large, bluish eyes that sparkled with mirth. 

Like the gatekeeping angel, her wings flapped behind her, but you noted how they seemed to flutter nervously. Or perhaps excitedly? 

“Welcome to Heaven!” She opened her arms toward you. “We’re so glad you’re here! I’m Emily, but you can call me Emmy, or E, or Millie. Whatever you want!” 

You waved dazedly. “Hi.” 

Emily stopped short of touching you, despite looking like she was about to wrap her arms around you in a hug. Instead, the angel bit her lower lip as she stared at you. 

“I really am sorry I was late. I got caught up talking with Sera, making sure everything was all ready for your arrival.” She gushed. “Thank you for greeting her, Peter!” 

Peter brightened. “Of course.” 

Emily turned back to you, buzzing with anticipation like a bumblebee. “Anyway, I’m sure you have tons of questions! No worries at all! I’m here to give you a tour and show you around your new home!”

You cautiously took the hand offered to you, and let yourself be led through the golden gate. 

— 

Heaven was very beautiful, and very clean. The polished golden floors and beautifully-crafted architecture, complete with smiling people of all races, sexes and species didn’t unwrench you from a nagging sense of confusion however. 

“Um. Emily?” You asked your companion — well, one of your companions. Peter had elected to join the two of you on your tour, commenting that he’d gotten someone to cover his eternal shift at the gate for the next few hours. 

“Yes! Yes?” She smiled at you encouragingly. No doubt, your silence, while it had not stopped her constant chatter, had been a downer in as far as engagement. 

“I’m… dead. Right?” You asked. “I mean that’s how one gets to Heaven, so obviously I am… right?”

The mood turned down at that, with Emily turning morose. “Yes, I’m afraid so.” 

“Okay, good. I mean — I’m dead, but I’m having a hard time remembering h-how it… happened.” You admitted, embarrassed. And a little afraid, if you were honest with yourself. “Is that… normal?”

Emily and Peter stopped on either side of you, twin looks of confusion on their poreless faces. 

Peter was quicker to recover. “Oh that can happen sometimes! Dying can be a very traumatic thing for the soul.” 

Emily seemed hesitant for the first time since you’d met her, but with a look from Peter, she seemed to gain resolve. “Yes, yeah. Lots of people forget… but you’ll remember in time, I’m sure!”

“But wait!” Emily gasped. “We could ask Sera about it!” 

She clapped her hands together joyfully, while Peter’s expression teetered on uncertainty. 

“Uh, Em? I don’t think —” 

“We were headed her way anyway.” Emily nodded as if affirming her own plan. “I’m sure she’ll be happy to help us figure this out!”

The angel yanked you forward in her quest to get to Sera (whoever that was) and had you stumbling on pure fluff to catch up with her. 

Many angels raced to get out of the way as Peter called out in alarm, but apart from shouldering a particularly tall angel clad in a chasuble, you were unable to stop or slow down. 

—

“Hello child.”

The Seraphim (“Sera.” Emily had urged) was so large that you had to crane your neck up to see her face. 

She was beautiful in the most ethereal way. To look upon her was to look at a celestial body and feel your own insignificance dragging you down and swallowing you whole. 

Your surroundings — a gold and white antechamber with delicately carved archways and a grand war table in its center — did not help. 

Emily laid a hand on your shoulder with concern before you realized that you’d been paralyzed by the scene before you and had yet to say a word.

You stuttered a hello, and Sera’s stoney face softened into an understanding smile. “Be not afraid, my friend. I mean no harm.” 

You returned the smile, albeit shakily. 

Emily squeezed your shoulder. “Sera? We have a question.”

The Seraphim gestured with open palms. 

“Well, we were going around Heaven, and just kind of talking before um… well…”

“Emily, dear. Please speak up.” Sera’s command was gentle but firm.

Emily bounced in her spot, unable to keep herself from floating up from the ground. 

“Shesaysshedoesn’trememberhowshegothere!” She blurted out.

You and Sera both stared at Emily for a long moment, trying to process what exactly she had said. Sera had opened her mouth once more before the grand entrance into the committee room was slammed open and all heads turned to the unwelcome sound. 

The angel with the chasuble came barrelling in, and the omnipresent sunlight that touched everything around you glinted off the sharp black horns winding down from his skull. Or was it a skull? The face of this particular angel looked odd to you, with its smooth, glassy surface and flickering pixelated expression that replaced natural features like lips, cheeks and a nose. 

Their appearance looked at odds with everything else you’d seen in Heaven, regardless of the holy garbs they wore. Everything, while somewhat fantastical on the basis of it actually existing, resembled the organic and natural, and this figure stuck out like a sore thumb in comparison. 

“What the actual fuck? She’s actually here?!” The abrasive, aggressive voice that came out his digitized face shook you from your musings. 

You shrunk back toward Emily and Sera, instinctively trying to get away from the rapidly approaching figure that also towered over you. He glared in your direction, as if you were an insect he wanted to squash, and only when you lost the nerve to meet his gaze did you realize there was another angel behind him. This one wore a similar face, though they were smaller, slimmer and straight-backed. They wore darker vestments and jet-black horns as well, with wings nearly as jagged and hardlined. 

“Adam,” Sera greeted hesitantly. “I don’t believe you were summoned.” 

“Why is she here?” ‘Adam’ demanded, as if the Seraphim had never spoken. His companion stood firmly just a pace behind him, arms behind their back. 

Their combined presence was so off-putting, and your brow furrowed with mounting confusion. Sera’s shoulders slowly rose and fell as she sighed, disapproval in the hard line of her mouth. 

“That was part of the agreement.” 

“Uh, yeah — with the Devil!” His demeanor completely threw you off, so much so that you didn’t catch the full extent of what he’d said. “Who the fuck keeps their end of the deal with that asshole?”

You couldn’t hold back a scoff of disbelief, even as your confusion deepened. ‘The devil?’ 

A hand wrapped around your forearm, making you turn to look at Emily, who’d once more moved beside you. Her ire was clear, though much less contained than Sera’s. “Who are you to question Divine Judgement?” 

Adam laughed condescendingly. “Do you know who you’re talking to? I’m the fucking CEO of Divine Judgement, kid!” 

“We are literally judges, juries and executioners in Hell.” The other angel chimed in, flat and resolute. The smirk that curved her stitched lips gave away some covert sense of satisfaction in that statement. 

“Executioners?” Emily’s voice rose a few octaves. “What’re you talking about?” 

She was legitimately bewildered. 

“Enough.” Sera stepped in. “Adam, this has never been, nor was it ever, a debate. If you have a grievance, you can take it up with the counsel at a later date.” 

“My ‘grievance’ isn’t gonna fucking wait for this bitch to fuck shit up!” Adam pointed at you with a poisonous claw. 

“Excuse me?” You demanded in sheer disbelief. “Who do you think you are?!” 

The grin Adam shot you was more a bearing of one’s teeth, which further threw you for a loop as, again, his face was completely digital. “I’m fuckin’ Adam. The First Man. The Original Dick. I’ve been here since the fucking beginning. I earned this shit.” 

“Who do you think you are?” He asked, advancing on you. “You think you can whore yourself out to the worst being in all of Creation and still take up space in Heaven? Are you fucking kidding me?” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Your gaze narrowed, a stark contrast to the whirlpool of thoughts swirling in your mind at his accusation. 

“HA! Seriously?” His face was mere inches from yours. “What? D’you open your legs for fuckin’ everyone? Have a hard time keeping track of all the brats you pop outta that used vag? Guess so, if even dying for one doesn’t ring your fuckin’ bell.” 

“ADAM!” 

Adam’s sharp grin dropped, expression dawning from stunned to petulant as Sera’s thunderous exclamation reverberated through the vast space between your unusual group. You swore the clouds trembled beneath your feet, but it was hard to care too much with the insinuations that had been thrown at you rattling within your being. 

Dying for… 

“Charlotte.” Your eyes widened to the size of saucers. Air escaped your lungs - which shouldn’t have been possible, but you were already dealing with one crisis upon the epiphany of what you’d been missing this whole time. 

A blitz of images and sordid emotions saw you struggling, legs falling out from under you as the weight of how exactly you’d died forced you down. Emily’s distressed cry sounded from above you, melding with Lucifer’s frantic pleas for you not to go as life drained from your body. 

The Seraphim’s shadow engulfed your broken form while you panicked on Heaven’s floor. 

—

Lucifer sat hunched in his chair, your cold, lifeless hand hanging in his. 

Charlotte had stopped crying and presumably gone to sleep. He hadn’t put up any fight when Cass took her to a crib set up beside your… your bed.

That was who knows how long ago. And apart from Cass coming over the check on his daughter, the elderly worshippers had left him to grieve in peace. 

The King had tried to convince himself to get up. He needed to take Charlotte and leave. Go home. The sight of you in death was unbearable — but he could not move. 

He couldn’t leave you, even if you were no longer there in spirit. The You he loved the most, your soul, was gone and had been gone for some time now. 

You had gone to the one place he could not follow. 

Lucifer’s hanged head slowly rose. His thoughts were starting to become more coherent — what if you hadn’t gone where you were meant to? 

Heaven was a paradise bound by rules, but it was also a cold bureaucracy where things could fall through the cracks. 

And any dealings with him — Heaven’s sworn nemesis — were likely to be one of those things. 

Slow-building anger replaced the gold in his veins as Lucifer considered that his own Deal was not met. If it wasn’t, that meant you were down Below, alone and afraid and suffering. 

The Devil’s claws cricked, fist clenching as he glared at the wall opposite him. 

He would not let you Suffer. Not you. Never you.

And you weren’t here anymore. He needed to know where you’d gone. Now. 

Rising from his seat, Lucifer laid your hand at your side and ignored the tears that stung his eyes at the sight of your ashen face. 

He touched your brow, lingering only to memorize the way your lashes rested against your sinking cheeks before turning to Charlotte’s cradle. 

She was sleeping peacefully, unaware of his anguish, of the great loss that not only he had endured but she as well. It made Lucifer’s heart ache. 

He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. 

Then, with a sudden snap of his fingers, Lucifer conjured the presents he’d made especially for her. 

The twin goats appeared, suspended in the air behind him. Lucifer didn’t bother to turn until their bodies were triple their original size, fur changing from felt to coarse fiber, eyes glowing as they were transformed from button to bonafide, and their bat-like wings began to beat at the air, blowing back the gossamer of Charlotte’s bassinet. 

Lucifer looked between the two magicked goats after kissing his daughter’s fragile head. 

“Stay here and protect the baby.” He ordered. “Charlotte is your top priority, do you understand?” 

The two creatures nodded simultaneously, determination set in their naturally adorable maws. 

“If anything happens, just bleat, and I’ll be back in the wink of an eye.” Lucifer’s wings extended and propelled him upward with a great stroke. 

The King of Hell disappeared through an enormous portal, sparking and swirling reddish-gold before vanishing behind him. 

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[perfectly-imperfect82]

Is that a kid? - Daycare

“What happened?" Mini asked the daycare worker after she rushed here being told she needed to come pick up Harper

"There was a small incident"

"What happened?" Mini demanded again, starting to get frustrated at the no explanation over the phone when they called and now

"Harper bit another child" she stated only causing her to be confused. Harper doesn't bite people, she never has.

"Where is she?"

"In the timeout corner" she said walking that way, Mini following right behind him

"Why is Emily with her if she is in timeout?" Mini asked, noticing Emily sitting next to Harper holding hands

"The only way to calm them both down was if we kept them together" he said

"Harper" mini said

Harper rushing to her mom once she saw her. Mini kneeling to get eye level with her to talk to her but was thrown off by her stoping right in front her

"Emmy has a owie" Harper whispered to her to mom causing mini to look at you but not seeing anything standing out

"Where?"

"Head"

"Come here" mini said to you as you slowly walked towards her

"Can you turn around so I check on your owie?" Mini asked as you looked at her hesitantly

Mini fondly watched as Harper grabbed your hand and guided you closer to her mom

"Look" Harper said holding your hand as mini looked closer, gently moving your hair so she could see the red bump on your head.

"Does it still hurt?" Mini asked causing you to shake your head no

"Okay" mini said turning you around, "you two say here. I'll be right back"

Harper reaching for Mini as you looked at her wit widening eyes

"I just have to talk to your care worker really quick. Why don't you guys play while you wait" Mini said, directing you guys to the blocks near by

Anger filling her since the worker didn't mention you were injured

Taking a deep breath to stay calm around you two, "can you tell me how Emmy got her owie?" Mini asked Harper, knowing you wouldn't speak

"Mean boy hit her with block. I bit him" Harper said with an angry face before looking at you, "I protect you" Harper pulling you in a hug that you softly returned. Mini now understanding why Harper had bit the boy, to defend you.

"I'm proud of you for defending Emmy. But next time we find an adult and tell them, okay?" Mini said causing you two to nod

"You two stay here" Mini said as she went to find the day care worker

"Did you know that Emily was hurt?" She asked causing the care worker

"She's hurt?"

"Yes, the boy Harper bit hit Emily in the head with a block. There is a small bump there. Harper shouldn't have bit the boy but you need to have a talk with him about hitting people" mini said as she care worker started to look embarrassed

"Of course. I'm sorry we didn't catch that"

"Have you contact Emily parents?" Mini asked

"No"

"I'll be picking up Emily with Harper" mini said as care worker nodded

Mini quickly calling Caitlin to explain what happen and to meet them at the ice cream shop a few streets over.

"Let go girls" Mini said, grabbing both of your hands, "We are going to get ice cream." This getting smiles from the two young girls

"Mommy and mama?" You asked looking up at Mini

"They are going to meet us there" mini said causing you to nod then start talking to Harper as you guys walked to the ice cream shop

[gallaghersgal]

i've been thinking sm about how lip wanted to be a dad so bad and how it would be soooo different if he had a girl who treated him right and was loyal and sweet

“emmie girl, are you excited to see daddy?”

your daughter squeals and babbles, “dad-dy!” her little hands waving in the air, one grasping onto your chin. you look around the commons, sighting a familiar head of messy curls and heading over to him.

“who’s that, hm?” you ask little emily, pointing out her daddy where he sits at a table outside the student center. as you get closer your daughter recognizes lip, squealing and squirming to be put down so she can run to him. you smile.

“go get ‘im emmie,” you murmur, pressing a quick kiss to the crown of her head before placing her steady little feet on the ground. she toddles over with adorable determination, shrieking in excitement until lip’s head is turning at the commotion. his jaw drops slightly and his eyes light up, flitting from his baby girl up to you, then back down.

"da- da-ddy!" emily stumbles on her path but lip catches her easily, lifting her up and spinning her around.

"what's up eminem! how's my girl, huh? didya miss me?" he smothers her little face with sweet kisses, listening to the sounds of her baby giggles. the two of them are so sweet, lip and his baby girl. he loves her so much. you know how much he misses his sweet emily- and you too- when he's away at school.

"look!" emily points with one pudgy finger at the bandaid on her knee. "kitty!"

"aw, y'scraped it sweets?" he asks, ever attentive. emily nods her head, grabbing onto his curls. "lemme kiss it better." he flips emily on her tummy, holding her secure and high above his head. he blows a raspberry on the squish of her knee, them smothers her with sugars.

"ducky ducky!" emily points at you, holding her little stuffed duck. it was a present from her daddy, and she never went anywhere without it.

"yeah? y'want ducky?"

you smile, coming to his side and placing ducky in her waiting hands. lip hikes emily up on his hip, kissing her, then ducky on the head. one strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling you in to press one final, sweet kiss to your temple.

"thank you baby. jus' what i needed, time with my girls.

end.

[junabyclairo]

hiii i have a carmy request

kinda confusing but basically reader was in a past relationship and has a child with ex. reader meets carmy and they start dating but carmy dosent know about the kid. just like carmy finding out that reader has a child. something about carmy as a stepdad just really gets me ahahah

ooooorrr

also carmy as a stepdad 😭 but more angsty this time

reader and carmy are having a big argument and hes shouting really loud. readers kid hears and gets really scared and starts to be super afraid of carmy. part of it could be him trying to like rekindle his relationship with the child.

THEY MIGHT SOUND SUPER DUMB IM SO SORRY THESE HAVE JUST BEEN ON MY MIND

the first one lives rent free in my head i've thought about it so much.

like, imagine meeting carmy at a bar or something, where you catch his eye looking just beautiful from the other side of the room. and maybe things get a little... steamy... with heavy making out and spending the night at his apartment.

after a couple weeks of hanging out - even starting dating, you finally decided to tell him about your daughter.

"carm? i have to talk to you about something real quick." you say, extremely nervous to tell him.

"yeah baby? what's up?" he responds, also nervous on what you were going to tell him. were you going to break up with him? were you already with someone? god, what could be wrong?

"um-" your voice quivers, "so, you know how we've never really been at my place, right?"

"yeah," god he's sweating so much, what's wrong?

"well, um-" you sigh, on the verge of tears "i have a daughter, her name is emily- or emmie." you let out a breath, relieved you finally told him.

"really?"

"um, yeah. she's about 15 months at this point, she's really calm and sweet, i think you'd like her. if, of course you want to stay with me." you laugh the last part out, half thinking that he'll stay with you, half thinking he won't.

"why wouldn't i stay with you? i really really like you, you having a kid isn't going to change that." he stands up in front of you, going to give you a hug. he knows you a little too well.

[daisyblog]

"I'm here for your girlfriend"

Our Story Masterlist A/N: Read Love At Wembley first Summary: Harry reads a sign about YN during Wembley Night 3

YN was stood to the side of the stage with Anne, Gemma and Des, along with Brad and Jeff. Since Harry and YN had returned backstage, with YN wearing an engagement ring Anne hadn't stopped hugging her or gushing over her ring. The whole atmosphere was different tonight, Harry was beaming on stage, YN's smile hadn't left her face, Harry's family felt extra proud and even more proud that their son and brother had finally popped the big question.

We've been doin' all this late night talkin' 'Bout anythin' you want until the mornin' Now you're in my life I can't get you off my mind

Can't get you off my mind Can't get you off my mind I won't even try Can't get you off my All this late night talkin'

After Harry had finished performing Late Night Talking, the fans cheered and tried grabbing his attention by waving, to which he would smile, wave, and give them a thumbs up as he walked around the stage. YN watched from her position between Anne and Gemma, wondering how she got so lucky in life with Harry, and now she got to marry and spend the rest of her life with the man she fell in love with at eighteen.

Taking the microphone from the stand, Harry began walking closer to the edge of the large stage. "This is the part of the show where if you have a sign...now's the time to hold them up". The fans began to cheer and hold up different signs, and tried to get Harry's attention to read theirs. Harry looked around until he saw one that caught his eye.

"Hello..what's your name?...Yeh you" Harry spoke directly at a fan that was near the front of the stage, causing the fans around her to jump with excitement. "Emmy?..No..Emily?...Give it up for Emily everyone". The stadium cheered in response, before Harry began to speak again. "Emily your sign says..I'm here for your girlfriend" Harry read the sign, a big smirk covering his face, before he looks over in the direction where YN is standing and he can see her laughing along with his Mum and Gemma.

"I have some news for you Emily...I actually don't have a girlfriend anymore" Harry spoke out to the crowd in front of him, causing the fans in front of him to look wide eyed and Emily's jaw dropped. "I arrived here this afternoon with a girlfriend...but I'm leaving with a fiancée". Harry never predicted the chaos and the cheer that sentence would cause, but here he was standing in front of thousands at Wembley Stadium announcing his engagement.

"Sorry..I can't hear you Emily...How did I propose?" Emily had asked Harry from where she was stood at the front of the barricade. Harry chuckled to himself "Do you all want to know?". The crowd went wild, obviously wanting to know how the couple got engaged. "Okay..okay..I'll tell you". Harry walked to the opposite side of the stage where he could see YN, standing with his family. "I'd actually had the ring a while...but the moment never seemed right..yah know...but Wembley has always been special to me..to us...If I didn't audition that, I would have never met the girl of my dreams" making the crowd cheer and awe. "So before you all joined us tonight...YN and I were sharing this special moment on the stage, where I'm currently standing...and I asked her to marry me...so after this tour, I'm gonna go on a little break and who knows..maybe I'll be a husband when I return" Harry smirked after his lengthy speech, to which he ended with blowing a kiss in YN's direction and sending her a cheeky wink. "I want to dedicate this next song to my future Mrs Styles...everybody this is..Love of My Life...sing it with me"

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[seramilla]

Carmilla was honestly half a second away from ripping apart the Vees where they sat smugly at her table in her building.

She was getting so damn tired of their shit.

"Mama." Odette drew her attention and Carmilla looked at her eldest who was holding her phone to her ear.

To the other overlords confusion the three Carmines spoke in rapid Spanish to each other before Carmilla sighed and nodded.

Almost immediately the door burst open and a small winged body came rushing in, a phone in her hand.

"Mama! Mama!" The little one said brightly and it raced up to Carmilla who smiled softly and crouched down to scoop up the toddler.

"Hello there my little angel. Why did you steal Mommy's phone?" Carmilla asked easily plucking the cell from the girls hand and the toddler giggled.

"I gotta call before I barge in. And I need mamas help!" The toddler said and Carmilla was suddenly a lot more serious and her eyes moved over the child before glancing at the doorway.

"Need my help with what Emmy? And where's your mommy?" Carmilla asked and the little angel pointed out the door she ran in through.

"Mean man tried hurting me. Mommy was beating him up. I wanna beat him up too but I need help." The toddler said and Clara snorted at that but hurriedly muffled it.

"I see...well how about mama goes and helps mommy while you stay with your hermanas hm chiquita?" Carmilla asked and the toddler beamed and nodded and was in Odettes arms.

"I'll be right back. I just need to go help my wife murder someone." Carmilla told the other overlords before she was out the door and there was silence for a long moment.

"Did she say wife?" Vox asked slowly as he looked at the others who nodded dumbly.

"Ay the woman's got another brat?" Valentino asked in disbelief as he looked at the toddler.

"Hi! I'm Emily! Are you some of mamas friends?"

Carmilla and Sera tag-teaming to murder a guy who threatened baby Emily is giving me LIFE! 😂😂

This is one of those situations where Carmilla is so petty, she gaslights the Vees into believing she's had a wife and third child this whole time. Vox and Valentino eventually just think they've gone insane, because no one else is backing them up!

Carmilla and Sera walk in with the corpse of the demon they mauled, and Vox and Valentino are just sweating bullets for the entire meeting. The demon isn't even recognizable anymore. Zestial takes the dead guy somewhere, for...reasons only known to him.

The Vees are reminded that day why they never try to mess with Carmilla. Or Zestial, for that matter...the old-timer is so cryptic and creepy. He gives them the heebie-jeebies. He could also probably snap them out of existence with a gesture. So of course Emily takes to Zestial like a fish to water, and he is equally protective of her.

[sequinsmile-x]

Pain's Like Cold Water

Emily has a migraine. Aaron, and Jack, look after her.

-x-

Hi besties,

As always, not really sure where this came from, but here is some soft Hotchniss and Jack for you this Sunday evening.

Please let me know what you think <3

-x-

Warnings: None

Words: 2.6k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily wakes up to a pounding in her head.

She grimaces as she rolls onto her back and rubs the heels of her hands against her closed eyes. She opens them and winces, nausea rolling through her as she shuts them immediately, the low light in her bedroom enough to let her know this wasn’t just a headache, but a migraine. 

She’d taken one too many hits to the head over the years, had one too many concussions, and now, every now and again she’d wake up with a headache that kept her in bed all day. She’d be stuck hardly able to move, any light or loud noise prone to make nausea roll through her, and she’d curse the invention of two-by-fours as well as the criminals who wielded them as a weapon. 

She curls up into a ball, chasing her boyfriend’s scent on his pillow as she hugs it to her chest. She starts telling herself that she needs to get up to at least get some meds, to blearily walk to her bathroom and get some painkillers from the cabinet before she sinks back into her sheets, when she hears pounding again. It takes a few seconds for her to realise someone is knocking on her front door, not the sound of her brain exploding in her skull in slow motion.

She curses under her breath, wondering who was bothering her on a Saturday morning as she crawls out of bed. She sways when she stands up, her hand on the nightstand as she steadies herself, her stomach rolling again as she opens her eyes just wide enough to see where she’s going. Her phone makes her jump when it rings from her nightstand the moment she’s out of her bedroom, but she ignores it, settling on solving the mystery of who is at her door before she starts to worry about who is calling her. 

She pulls the door open without looking through the peephole, and without thinking about the fact she’s in a pair of leggings and an old shirt of her boyfriend’s, and she’s met by the sight of the man himself. He’s got his phone against his ear, his eyebrows pinched together in concern, and Jack by his side. 

“Aaron?” She asks, her voice rough as she speaks out loud for the first time since she’d woken up, but before he can respond Jack throws himself at her, his excited yell enough to make her wince. 

“Emmy!” Jack exclaims, hugging her tight, one she returns despite her unsteadiness on her feet and her pounding headache, “I’m excited for today.” 

She blinks to try and clear her head, to try to think of anything other than the pain she could feel throbbing through most of her upper body, and she looks up at Aaron, “Today?” 

Aaron’s brows furrow even further, the crease she loves to press her thumb against making an appearance and he clears his throat, his hands on Jack’s shoulders as he squeezes them, “Buddy, why don’t you see if you can go find Sergio?” 

Jack nods enthusiastically and tears through the apartment, running at full speed as he goes in search of the cat he’d become fast friends with. The moment he’s out of earshot Aaron reaches out for Emily and rests the back of his hand against her forehead. 

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” 

She nods and instantly regrets it, “Yeah, sorry. I have a headache and I only just woke up. I need to take a painkiller and then I can get ready.” 

He doesn’t believe her, and she knows it. With anyone else, she’s sure she’d be able to hide how she was actually feeling, that she’d somehow grin and bear the pain to keep him and his son happy, but he sighs and she knows she’s caught. They’d always been able to read each other like a book - even back when they were just friends. It had only been six weeks since their first date, since what she knew was both of their last first dates, and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so happy. He made her feel safe and loved, even if they hadn’t said the words to each other yet, and she knew she did the same for him. The way they loved each other was soft and gentle - the very thing they both deserved after everything they’d survived. 

“Em,” he says, his hand on her hip as she stumbles ever so slightly as she tries to walk towards her bathroom, “This is clearly more than just a headache. You look…” he drifts off as she raises an eyebrow at him, her smile teasing despite how awful she feels, and he clears his throat, “Beautiful, obviously, but you also look tired, baby,” he tucks her hair behind her ears, “You’re clearly not well. The zoo can wait-”

“No,” she says, grasping his arms when shaking her head makes nausea roll through her again, “Jack is excited. Once I take some painkillers I’ll be-”

“We can go to the zoo any time,” he says, running his knuckles down her cheek, “I saw how you winced when Jack got excited - the zoo will be full of kids that excited. We can’t have you collapsing into the tiger enclosure or something.” He smiles, the smile she was quickly learning was just for her, and she finds herself rolling her eyes at him before she leans forward. The darkness she’s met with when she closes her eyes and buries her face against his polo shirt is bliss, and she groans against him. 

“You’re right,” she says, humming when he kisses her forehead. She knew if his love was enough to take her pain away that it would, that the simple press of his lips against her skin would draw everything out of her aching head, “You two should go, I can come next time,” she mutters, and he furrows his brows as he pulls back to look at her, her eyes barely opening as they meet his, a look of confusion asking over his face, “What?” 

“If you think we’re leaving you here all by yourself whilst you feel like this, you’re crazy.” 

“It’s not nice to call your girlfriend crazy when she feels like crap,” she frowns at him, all the power pulled from it when he kisses her lower lip, “I’ll be fine, Aaron. Seriously. I’ve dealt with this kind of thing by myself for a long time.”

“Sorry, sweetheart,”  he says, kissing her again, “But my point still stands, we’ll stay here. You bought all those movies and games Jack loves so that will keep him entertained,” his smile slips into a smirk, a spark of teasing in it she would have once put money on him not being capable of, “Plus, if you think I’m bad just you wait until he finds out you’re sick.” 

She chuckles and nods, her hands squeezing his arms, “As long as you’re sure-”

“I’m always sure about you,” he says, winking at her as Jack’s thunderous footsteps tear back into the room, and Aaron’s grip on her tightens when that alone makes her wince. They both turn to look at Jack, smiling when they see Sergio lying in his arms like a baby, his purr audible from across the room, “Jack, buddy, the zoo is going to have to wait until another day. Emily’s sick.”

If Emily thought Aaron had looked concerned, Jack looked downright distressed. He walks over, his eyebrows furrowed as he walks over, Sergio still in his arms, and he tilts his head at her, “You sick, Emmy?” 

She looks up at Aaron, then at Jack and she nods, reaching out to push her fingers through his hair, “I have a really bad headache, sweetie,” she says, smiling sadly, “So, I’m going to stay home but if you want to still go-”

“No,” he says, shaking his head as he passes Sergio over to Aaron, something that makes almost matching disapproving looks pass over his father’s and the cat’s faces. He grabs Emily’s hands and starts to lead her back towards her bedroom, a determined look on his face that makes him look exactly like Aaron, “We’re going to look after you. Daddy get Emily some painkillers and some juice.” 

She looks at Aaron over her shoulder, who by now has his hands in his pockets, Sergio somewhere else in the apartment, and a look on his face that could only say I told you so. She can’t help but smile despite her migraine and the nausea still threatening to climb up her throat. Whilst she could look after herself, whilst she could go through the routine she had for years - meds every four hours, warm compress on her forehead and a lot of water - she didn’t want to do that anymore. 

She wanted to let her Hotchner boys look after her, and she wanted to do the same for them. 

“You’re very bossy, sweet boy,” she says, letting him lead her to her unmade bed and she sits on the edge of it, grateful for the low light in the room. Her smile fades a little when she sees the concern on his face, his eyebrows pinched together and his teeth sinking into his lower lip, “I’ll be okay, Jack. I promise. I just need to lay down and get some rest.”

He nods, and Aaron walks into the room, painkillers in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

“Why don’t you go pick a movie for you and me to watch, Jack? I’ll be out in a few minutes.” 

Jack nods reluctantly and closes the gap between him and Emily. He’s much more careful when he wraps her up in a hug this time, as if he’s afraid she’ll break, and she hugs him back. She kisses the top of his head and then smiles at him as she pulls back, making sure to repeat herself before he leaves the room. “I’ll be okay, Jack. I promise.” 

She blows out a slow breath as she takes the pills offered by her boyfriend and swallows them with no argument. Guilt washes over her as she lays down when she realises he hasn’t even taken his jacket off yet, and she blows out a slow breath as he tugs the covers on her bed back over her. He leans down to kiss her before she can speak, swallowing her protest by pressing his lips against hers. 

“We’re staying,” he says, kissing her again, “Want me to stay until you fall asleep?” 

She hums, letting her eyes drift closed as she nods, letting the warmth of his hand on her back, the patterns he’s drawing there, lull her into the sleep she desperately needs, “Hi, by the way,” she says, her voice low, “I just realised I never said that.” 

He kisses her forehead, “Hi, sweetheart,” he smiles against her skin, something she feels rather than sees, “Now get some sleep. You’ll feel better for it.” 

___

She sleeps most of the day. 

He feels guilty whenever he wakes her up, her eyes bleary with pain, but he knows from personal experience it is necessary to keep on top of taking the painkillers to keep her migraine under some control. He’s able to get her to eat something in the early afternoon, a soup he’d ordered in from a place down the street she loves, and he spends most of the day going back and forth between entertaining his son and checking on Emily. 

He’d known something was wrong the moment she opened her front door. Her surprise at seeing them mixed with her barely open eyes all he needed to see. She was always ready and raring to go for a day out with him and his son, her usual distaste for mornings long gone on the rare occasions when they didn’t wake up together. He knew she’d fight it, that she’d claim she was fine and she’d try to push through, but what had surprised him was how easily she’d given in, how lacklustre her arguments had been in the first place. 

Her willingness to let him look after her was nothing short of a privilege, and it was something he’d never take for granted. He’d loved her for a lot longer than he’d admit even to himself, so the fact he could love her now was something he’d spend the rest of his life trying to prove he deserved. He hadn’t said it yet, hadn’t let the three small words slip past his lips because he was afraid. Not because he thought she didn’t feel the same way, he knew that she did, but because he’d loved and lost before. And the thought of losing her was enough for him to keep his feelings to himself, as if admitting it would somehow make it more true. 

As if the reality of losing her would hurt any less if he’d never told her she was the reason his heart beats. 

She grumbles in bed next to him, her eyes barely opening as she rolls over to look at him, “Aaron?” 

“I’m right here, Em,” he assures her, leaning down from where he’d sitting against the headboard to kiss her forehead, “It’s your Aaron,” he looks at his watch, “It’s not quite time for more meds yet, do you want something to eat?” 

She shakes her head and shifts towards him, her arm around his waist as she rests her head on his stomach, “Not hungry,” she snuggles into his side, “Where’s Jack?” 

“Jess came and picked him up,” he replies as he scratches at her scalp, “I promised I’d stay and make sure you’re okay.” 

She hums, “He’s very strict,” she smiles when she looks up at him, “Wonder where he gets that from.” 

He smiles, “It’s a mystery.” 

Her smile fades a little and she sinks her teeth into her lower lip, “I’m sorry about today.” 

It makes him ache. Makes anger for her mother and anyone else who’d ever made her feel like this roll through him as he holds her closer. He looks down at her, and is met with guilt shining in her dark brown eyes, and all of a sudden every reason he’d had for not telling her how he feels disappears. 

“Em, sweetheart,” he says, his knuckles stroking her cheek, “Loving you is a privilege, not a burden,” he assures her, “And I’ll spend the rest of our lives trying to prove that to you.”

She smiles, the first full, real smile he’s seen all day, and she places her hand over his on her cheek, linking their fingers together as she turns her head to kiss his palm, “The rest of our lives, huh?” 

He nods, dragging their joint hands up to kiss her knuckles, “The rest of our lives. If that sounds good to you.” 

She hides her smile against his shirt, “That sounds great to me,” she settles against his side and encourages his hand to her forehead, sighing contentedly when his skin presses against hers, “Where the hell were you and your warm giant hands when I had all those other migraines?”

He leans down and kisses the top of her head, “Waiting for you,” he replies, smiling when she laughs at him, “But me and my giant warm hands will be here whenever you need us going forward.” 

“Good.” She hums contentedly, sinking further into him, “Aaron?” 

“Yes, Em?” 

“I love you too.”

[kittenfangirl20]

Queen Adam Au Part 6

Velvette was throwing material around her fashion studio, she needed to find the perfect material. Not just any will do.

If she was going to gain favor with the Queen of Hell, Adam Morningstar, then it needed to be perfect.

For months Velvette had been keeping an eye on magazine articles about what Adam would wear and not long after those items would become hot commodities.

She wanted that monetary profit.

Vox walked in narrowly avoided getting his by a bag of glitter.

Vox: Vel, what fresh Hell is this? You're making a mess.

Velvette: I want to make the most perfect dress for the Queen. If Adam loves and buys a dress from me we will be rolling in it more than we are now. He's a fashion icon, anyone worth their shit wants to look like him.

Vox sipped his coffee: That would be a great help. Has he bought anything of yours in the past?

Velvette deflated a bit: No, but that just means he hasn't worn a true fucking masterpiece yet!

-

Adam yawned, it was so early and he had to feed his babies. He went to the nursery to get the twins.

Adam: Good morning my little beauties.

He picked up Ariel first and sat in the rocking chair while he breast fed his baby.

Lucifer came in a couple minutes later: Hey, need any help?

Adam: You can burp her so I can feed him.

Lucifer: Okay, come here my beauties.

Lucifer took the baby and gave Adam a kiss. He burped his little girl as Adam picked up Adrial and fed him.

*Adam was so happy over the fact that Lucifer was not only an amazing husband, he was also an equally amazing father as well, fatherhood was just as important to Adam as motherhood was, he was the father of humanity after all, he prided himself on the fact that Eve praised him for being such a good father, Adam fully admitted that he had a praise kink which both of his spouses took advantage of, he then realized something, he hadn’t seen Emily all day*

Adam: Where is Emily?

Lucifer: Now that you mention it, she hasn’t left her room at all.

Adam: I hope she isn’t sick.

*after the babies were fed and burped, Adam went to check on Emily, she was frantically running around the room looking at the dresses Adam helped her buy and trying to figure out what wig she should wear or if she should even wear a wig*

Adam: Hey Emmy, are you alright?

Emily: Everything has to be perfect for my date with Satan tonight………… Oh no, you’re going to give him the shovel talk now.

*Adam smirked*

Adam: Yep, I mean what kind of older brother would be if I didn’t. I am the second most powerful being in Hell and mom would be disappointed if I didn’t give him the shovel talk.

*both suddenly got quiet, they still hadn’t heard about what happened to Sera after Emily fell, Lucifer was constantly sending messages to Heaven through Heaven’s Embassy demanding that they give him an answer about the head seraphim and the status of former Sinners who became Winners*

Emily: I still miss mom.

Adam: I do too, remember when I got sick and she bought me Muffin to help me feel better.

*Adam’s favorite giant lion plushie was now also the favorite of his kids*

Emily: Yeah, she also made the best cakes and muffins for us as well.

Adam: I am proud to say those cakes and muffins contributed to my chubby gut that Luci loves so much.

*Adam proudly pat his stomach*

Adam: I do hope you have a wonderful date and I am still going to give Satan the shovel talk.

*at the Vee Tower Vox and Valentino sat on the couch watching Velvette working so frantically*

Valentino: I don’t get why she is so obsessed with making the Queen so happy especially since he played a part in me losing my best star to Heaven.

Velvette: Fashion is everything, fashion is life. Everything Adam wears becomes the next sensation. You will thank me when my outfits earn so much money for us.

Vox: She does bring up a good point, gain the favor of Queen Adam and you are all abound Hell can talk about.

*Valentino just stared at the both of them wondering why they were acting like they didn’t orchestrate a smear campaign against Queen Adam because Manmon and Lilith hired them to, he didn’t care one way or another, he liked being a scumbag that others feared, in fact he thought that his Adam/Alastor porn was his best work yet, it was too bad that the people of Hell didn’t see it that way since they were so obsessed with their pretty Queen sadly Lucifer had ever copy of the porno destroyed aside from the one secret copy Valentino owned which he sadly couldn’t sell because no one dare buy it, well at least he could watch it and pleasure himself to it*

Valentino: You two have fun obsessing over the Queen of Hell, I am going to work now.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

[woso-fan13]

Sicktember 2023: 30 (uswnt)

Patient 0

It wasn’t your fault. Technically, you are the only person that the blame falls to, but you didn’t mean for everything to happen. You had felt fine when you had left for camp and when you arrived. You didn’t start feeling sick until dinner on the first full day, but you blamed the headache on the lack of water that you had consumed that day. 

Waking up the next morning, you knew that this wasn’t caused by a little dehydration. This was, without a doubt, a nasty bug. 

You were determined to keep this to yourself in all ways possible. You didn’t want your teammates to know that you were sick, but you also didn’t want to get them sick. The best way to accomplish both of these things is to hide from everyone as much as you can. 

You had some pretty good excuses over the next day, insisting that you needed to complete a lengthy assignment for school and spending a lot of time in your room. You also claimed that you wanted a little extra practice time, allowing you to get out of the locker room before everyone else arrived and stay on the field until you were sure everyone had changed. It was draining, but it was for the best. 

—-

On the third day, an unstopping knock sounded on the door. When you heard the voices on the other side- Emily and Kelley- you knew that they wouldn’t stop knocking until you opened the door. 

Unwrapping the blanket from your body and pausing briefly to try and make yourself look less ill, you make it to the door and open it. You stare at the women on the other side, an eyebrow cocked in question. 

“Hey, nugget,” Emily says, pushing past you and walking into your room, “we figured you could use some company tonight.”

You protested, assuring the women that you were busy while trying to hide the rasp in your voice. The two women ignore you and settle on your bed anyway.  

“Yeah, yeah,” Kelley rolls her eyes, “I’ve heard, you’re swamped. But you know what I think?”

You shake your head slightly, unsure as to where Kelley is going. 

“I think it’s all a lie. What do you think, Sonny, is Y/N lying to us?”

You try to protest but Emily interrupts you, “she obviously is. I mean, look at her.”

“I think you’re lying,” Kelley continues, “because it’s summer right now. So I know your fall classes haven’t started, and I know that you weren’t taking any summer classes. So you obviously aren’t working on something for school. All of this brings up the question of why you’re lying.”

You stay silent, your eyes suddenly finding it necessary to study the carpet on the hotel floor. 

Emily decides that she should also chime in, “at first, we thought you were just being a little shy. But, come on, when have your name and shy been used in the same sentence?”

Kelley continues the conversation, “Then we thought you might be working on a surprise or a prank or something, but you can’t keep a secret.”

“And then,” Emily pauses, “we figured it out.”

“You’re sick, kiddo,” Kelley says bluntly. 

“No, I’m not,” you insist much too quickly for someone telling the truth, “I’m totally fine, I’ve just been busy. But I’m completely, 100%, totally healthy.”

Kelley snags an arm around your waist, pulling you to sit between the two women on the bed, “it’s okay if you’re not.”

And the dams had burst, as you began crying. The two women hold you tighter, whispering calming words as you allow all of the emotions from the past few days to escape. 

“Shh, buddy, you’re okay,” Emily soothes, “we know you’re feeling a little sick, but you’ll feel better soon. I promise.”

“It’s not that,” you whimper through tears, “I- I just don’t wanna be alone anymore.”

Somewhat confused by your confession, the women share a look over your head. Kelley pulls you to completely rest against her, dropping a few kisses to your hair. 

“You don’t have to be alone, that’s why Emmy and I are here. We’re going to snuggle up and watch a movie before bed, you’ll be right between us.”

“But I can’t, cause then you’ll be sick.”

Oh. 

That’s what you had been afraid of. 

“Oh, bug,” Emily says sadly, “we don’t care if we get sick, that’s okay.”

“But you’ll get sick and then everyone will get sick and it will all be my fault,” you force the words out through tears. 

“You’re not going to be patient 0, Y/N/N, I promise. And even if you are, no one will be mad,” Kelley reassures you. 

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. Remember when you got really sick at camp last year and ended up in the hospital?”

You nod, thinking about the endless wait in the ER as your sick lungs struggled to breathe properly. 

“Do you remember how you got sick?”

Again, you nod. 

“Do you blame me? I was the first one in the team to get sick and I was your roommate. Was it my fault you got sick and were in the hospital?”

You frantically shake your head no, “of course not, don’t be ridiculous. You didn’t mean to get me sick.”

The women fix you with identical looks, clearly telling you to take your own advice. And you do, slumping fully into their embrace with a sigh. 

[nikoniclove]

Whole List of "Ace in the Hole" Prompts Pt 1

For anyone who is interested in reading the WHOLE MASSIVE list of prompts people have sent in via private messages, AO3, or tumblr, here it is broken into numerous posts because it's so long.

Multi-Chapter Fics

story idea: every chapter is a different date that the girls go on wether that’s as a pair or a three and it’s from the start of there relationship to where ever it goes (Tumblr yasmineillustration)

a cheating scare with ace. where hotch/someone else needs ace to help out with a top secret case/something private, and ace doesn't tell emily and JJ because it isn't her secret to share (whatever it is can be up to you). it ends up taking most of her time and ends up being talked about a lot in dms and stuff, so she puts up a password, and sneaks out at night to talk about it, and comes home late/in the early hours of the morning. and emily and JJ just start overthinking it and yell at ace (who is obviously denying cheating because she isn't) and it blows into a proper argument and ace walks out/they take like a temporary break, and it feeds into their work lives. and because emily and JJ are so convinced that ace was cheating, they make little rude comments/shut her out completely. then they find out and it ends with a little fluff with lots and lots and lots of groveling and making it up to ace (Tumblr anon)

random idea for a future fic possibly that just came to mind: based on the grey's anatomy episode arc of the ferry crash (3x16-17) and meredith in the water. would love to see a similar take to ace in meredith's position. some sort of catastrophic bau case and everyone is busy and tending to their assigned areas. (in the episode meredith is accidentally kicked into water trying to help someone, gets caught and later admits she stopped fighting to get free) JJ notices Ace isn't around when they round up to leave and they frantically look around. When they see something of hers near a body of water Emily takes off without a second thought. Then it's very touch and go in the hospital as they need to get her body temp up. Maybe a sweet moment of JJ and Emily laying with her on the hospital bed to give her their body warmth. I saw another comment presenting an idea of memory loss so maybe to build on that, when Ace eventually wakes up- she mentally is back when she first joined the team. She remembers Emily and JJ but only as coworkers pre sleeping together. Only lasting a few hours to a few days but when she starts to regain memories the first thing can be calling Emily "Emmy" and seeking JJ's touch in a hug. This of course seems like a hugeee story so if it speaks to you in anyway, please just take the little bits desired. (Ssskeptical)

Existing Story Updates

Let Loose: drunken sex ch 2

When Desperation Strikes: Emily reacts to Ch 1 and how she gets back at JJ and Ace for that (EmilyJenniferJareauPrentiss)

Kisses prompt list

Kisses: From 3 perspectives. Emily, JJ and Ace being from time to time insecure about their scars and every time that happens one or two of them are there to comfort the third of them. Like kissing the scars and the insecurities away. (Tumblr lenolia03)

Kisses: You know when you’re squeezing someone trying to give them smooshy cheek kisses and they’re all squirmy and embarrassed and laughing so hard? Yeah, can we have some of those kisses - maybe with Henry? (Nerdy_mama)

Aftercare Requirements Epilogue: whether JJ and Ace, together, could (after a scene) give dom Emily the kind of aftercare that she gives them - the aftercare that she never received? (SSAScorpSik)

first time Emily acquiesced and let JJ dom her (SSAScorpSik)

A Need for Punishment:  would love to see Ace talk to Emily and JJ about her having wanted to ask for a belt (thatonesritersstuff)

I’d love to see Emily and Ace get into an argument and instead of autopiloting to Em, JJ takes Ace’s side and it plays out that way. Especially since every time Ace is upset with one of them it becomes both of them, it’d be interesting to see the dynamic change (slowburnsapphic)

Emily is groveling to make up for the botched date (Ao3 Guest)

Could you maybe add on about scars? I remember in one of the stories (I believe it was in when past meets the present) JJ doesn’t like her scars being focused on, can you maybe write more about that? Either it being an insecurity or bringing up bad memories and her not wanting to talk about it but either just Ace or Ace and Emily push and wants to focus on it so JJ can heal in some way (Sam0214)

One Shots

JJ fighting hand to hand and being injured like s7 e15 end scene

Subdrop for JJ (Gay_4_women)

JJ subdrop, maybe she Em type them both but then Ace gets the focus of the aftercare (kind of like the reverse scenario of the ” Competing Sub Drops” chapter in difference kinds of firsts pt 1). and because JJ rarely even finds a subspace, let alone a drop, the angstier the better. Maybe it’s the first time she’s ever dropped at all. (Agentquakingskye)

Play on the therapy case where the unsub kills patients in exposure therapy based on patient’s worst fears

Ace’s darkness has been heavier than usual; one morning when she’s feeling good, she goes for a morning run and leaves a love note for emily and jj, but them being protective girlfriends means they jump to the worst case scenario. They freak out because ace accidentally forgot her phone in the apartment and is gone for like 2 hours (Tumblr anon)

Jealous/ posessive Ace. Maybe Emily has a man from her past that they have to work alongside of during a case and it brings something out in Ace/JJ that leads Ace comfortable enough to top Emily out of possessive jealousy (Tumblr anon)

Sergio is crossed the rainbow bridge or is at least getting up there in age and the older pair see how much the goats help so they go to a rescue to adopt a cat/dog for Ace that becomes basically an anxiety service animal without the label to help ground her if the two ever have to be on another long case without Ace. (Ravenslumber)

old friend or acquaintance comes back in Ace’s life and Emily and JJ immediately clock that person has feelings for Ace. Ace gets upset with their jealousy, they fight, but it turns out Emily and JJ were right (Tumblr Anon)

maybe a jealous JJ/Emily interfere with Ace and a friend, they argue about if JJ and Emily trust Ace, which sends Ace on a spiral on if she thinks it possible for their relationship to work. Maybe set a little earlier on in their relationship when Ace isn’t feeling as solid in the trio. (Tumblr anon)

‘Guess’ with billie eilish and charlii xcx as a little chapter inspiration (Tumblr fallingsleepingdreaming)

7x23 for the first time and was wondering if we could maybe get a rewrite of it but instead of will being the one in danger its ace and jj and emily are just needing to be held back and everything (Tumblr anon)

Times which Ace has surprised Emily & JJ in non-sexual contexts? (Tumblr anon)

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Frozen AU

*the Kingdom of Eden was ruled over by Queen Sera who had twin children, the older twin Emily and the younger twin Adam, one day Emily would ascend to the throne of Eden, but now they were little children, Adam climbed out of his bed in the same room as Emily clutching a doll that was made to look like Emily while Emily was clutching a little doll that looked like Adam as she slept, Adam climbed into the bed and gently shook Emily awake*

Adam: Do you want to build a snowman.

*Emily got a mischievous smile as she got up and they ran to the ballroom*

Adam: Do the magic!!!!

Emily: Alright.

*Emily filled the room with ice and snow, Emily made a snowman that was a little girl that looked about their age*

Emily speaking for the snowman: Hello, my name is Charlie and I like warm hugs.

*Adam hugs Charlie*

Adam: I love you Charlie.

*they started playing more as Emily made snow piles for Adam to jump on, but Adam accidentally got hit by an ice blast making a streak of white appear in his brown hair as he fell to the ground*

Emily: HELP!!!!!

*Sera ran into the room and picked up Adam and took Emily’s hand*

Sera: We need to get help from the people of the mountains, up in the mountains a boy named Lucifer who had been adopted by the people of the mountain watched as the Queen brought her children, he saw a beautiful boy being presented to the people of the mountain who healed the boy saying they took away the memories of magic and telling the girl she needed to learn to control her powers and emotions or else it could be worse next time especially if her powers hit the boy in his heart, he watched them leave not knowing he would one day meet the boy again when the Queen was dead and the girl was going to become the Queen herself*

But that was years ago.

Adam, now fully grown slept in his bed at the palace, his hair sticking up at odd angles as he snored and drooled on the pillow.

A servant came in and opened the curtains.

Dave: Prince Adam, it's time to get up. Today is your sisters coronation day.

Adam opened his eyes, they widened at hearing those words.

Adam: Shit! Emily is going to kill me if I'm late.

With help Adam got ready and ran down the stairs, he was fixing his hair as he went. He always wondered where the white streak came from but everyone said he was born with it.

Adam bounced into the dining room: Morning Emmy!!

He sat down and ate breakfast with his sister. The days weren't the same since their mom went on a boat and never came back.

[wisteriasymphony]

Wisp…:my good friend…:what is senimomster Emile/gen

The concept interest me….

Also like imagine if Emile died when Adrien was younger, so this senimonster girl that looks just like his mom appeared, do you think Adrien would think he’s haunted or would he be like “cool a baby sister and/or twin or triplet” (Felix and Adrien as twin my beloved <3)

I would hate to feign ownership of the concept, so to start off I'll say you should definitely check out @asukiess's blog if you want the bulk of sentiemilie related stuff! The initial post is linked here, but I'll try to summarize what I've gleaned so far.

Senti!Emilie is, in her original interpretation, a sentimonster copy of Emilie created from the shared love/grief Gabriel and Nathalie had for her, made so the Agreste family can continue on as if she never died to begin with.

Eventually, an idea was floated around that Gabriel might possibly alter Senti!Emilie to be a freshly 18-year-old version of her, which I suggested be called Emmy. (To explain her existence to Adrien, Emmy is an unrelated intern of Gabriel's and his mother is simply on some long business trip... so the story goes.)

A lot of the work I've seen surrounding her examines Gabriel's and Nathalie's relationship to her, her relationship to the 'former self' she is being silently and constantly compared to, her own self identity and the issues that come with being a sentimonster... and occasionally, her relationship with Adrien. Most of it revolves around being an 'imperfect copy' of Emilie Agreste and the various issues that occur, though.

As for me personally, I like also to use it to examine how much Gabriel has changed as well, and to study his character through what he justifies putting Emmy through. There's something to be explored with how Emmy being a(n inexact) replication can lead to... Gabriel taking Emilie's previous affections for him as a carte blanche of Emmy's consent. Not to mention how his molding of her into a younger version of his wife and subsequent treatment of her can reflect how much he views her as a partner and how much he views her as property.

Likewise, it's interesting to examine the way Emmy's view of him could be drastically different now that their dynamic has changed! As the Agreste patriarch, his relationship to her is no longer "the punk boy with lofty dreams that I want to run away with" and instead "the man who regularly assaults and controls me whom I have been conditioned to feel affection for". I tend to take this to explore a dynamic where Emmy comes to actively resent and fear Gabriel, but there's also valid interpretations where Emmy does not come to that realization.

And of course, it's also fun to explore Emmy and Adrien's relationship, the gut-wrenching dramatic irony of neither of them consciously knowing they're related but having gut feelings surrounding it, and the ways they can support each other in the midst of Gabriel's control over them!