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In a detailed review on The Armory Life, veteran police officer Randall Wilson assesses the Safariland 6360RDS duty holster for Springfield Armory's Echelon handgun. The article emphasizes the critical importance of retention holsters for law enforcement, recounting Wilson's decades-long experience with Safariland products, notably the model 6360RDS. Highlighting features such as the Automatic Locking System (ALS), Self Locking System (SLS), compatibility with red dot sights like Trijicon RMR, and weapon-mounted lights such as the Streamlight TLR-1, Wilson concludes that the holster excels in security and usability. The review reinforces the holster's sturdy SafariLaminate construction, its ability to protect the sight and firearm, and its significance in enhancing officer safety through rigorous training and proper equipment use, essential for preventing disarmament in field scenarios.
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Some concepts for a comic Iâm planning from an AU of mine called metal to flesh!
#rough outline is that in dipper n mabel v the future after dipper rescues ford from the security droid#the magnet gun malfunctions and accidentally rips the metal plate out of Fordâs head#aand he (half dead) gets possessed by bill :( poor dipper lmao#gravity falls#socvinc#bill cipher#my art#stanford pines#gravity falls fanart#gravity falls au#metal to flesh au#cw fake blood#cw illustrated blood#nothing crazy lmao and its only really noticible in the first one
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Various LDR wips and doodles I might finish at some point! :D â¨â¨â¨
#there is also a bunch of eclipse doodles but we are not ready for those yet#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#glamrock chica#security breach au#love death and rollerskates#dca fandom#spadille draws#first time drawing chica I love her already<3#LDR spoilers#I hate drawing cars and guns why did I make an au where sun has a car and a gun??????#tw gun#cw gun
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gemini & fourth (in every universe) âł li ming vs. gun vs. atom + perspectives on love
"Do dreams carry any meaning without someone you love to share them with?"
#moonlight chicken#moonlight chicken the series#my school president#my school president the series#my love mix up#my love mix up th#my love mix up thailand#asianlgbtqdramas#heartliming#heart x li ming#tinngun#tinn x gun#kongthapatom#kongatom#kongthap x atom#geminifourth#gemini norawit#fourth nattawat#gemfourthmulti#mygifs#li ming is so real for this tbh#i also find it funny that at this point in their storylines#li ming has secured his man and they're moving to the states#gun and tinn are in a perpetual talking stage (but basically married)#and atom fell in love like...a week ago
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Here's a dialogue prompt for Emily please! Try this out pls. Love you Kam sm sm. "So why are you here?" "To make a fool of myself." ok ty lysm
even though i watched u type this, the wording makes me giggle every time i look at it.
emily prentiss x tech analyst!reader <3
warnings: fem!reader, cannon typical violence, very brief allusions to sexual assault (nothing happens!), angst and fluff! mutual pining.
word count: 5.4k
Emily is the loveliest thing you've ever seen and you can't imagine how she could ever possibly like you back. She enjoys the game, though, and teasing you is her favorite hobby.
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Itâs a sunny day. Warmth trickles down with the scattered light through the leaves. Patterns trace your arms, throwing your skin into a collage of different shapes and shades. Leaning back on your elbows, you watch people mill about the park. You look back down at your arm after a few more minutes, this time focused on the small watch resting there. With a sigh, you stand up and dust off your pants before picking up the small blanket you laid out and tucking it into your bag.Â
You walk back to work, enjoying the sounds of the people around you. You lingered too long at the park during your break and are hoping that nobody notices your slightly late return. Maybe the team will be in a meeting, gruesome pictures you never quite learned to stomach plastered on the board, entirely oblivious to your tardiness.Â
Unlikely, but a welcome thought soothing your anxiety as you push the door open and scan your badge at the security desk.Â
âWelcome back,â the security guard says, smiling at you over his paperback. Heâs an old greying man and you vaguely recognize him. You think heâs new and send him a warm smile in return.Â
âThanks,â you glance at his name badge, âMartin!â
You walk past him and step into the elevator. âWait!â A voice calls and you reach forward to hit the hold button instinctively before you register the voice as Emilyâs.Â
She jogs into the elevator with you, smiling gratefully. âThanks, Iâm already running a little behind.â She lifts a container and shakes it a little. The label is from the Italian bistro across the street, about a ten-minute walk away and always nearly triple that in wait time.Â
âBrave of you to go there during your lunch,â you joke, returning her smile and pressing the button for your floor.Â
You hope she canât see how your hands shake as you reach forward.
âI know, I just love their Pasta Brado. Have you tried it?â
âCanât say I have. Iâm boring, I usually go for the parm.â
âYouâre not boring,â she says so earnestly that you canât help but blush. You cough as an excuse to raise your hand to your face and hopefully hide it some. âYou do have to try it, though. Here,â she offers you the plastic box.Â
âOh, I couldnât. And I already ate.â You ignore the way your chest hurts a little at how enthusiastic she is. The worst part? She doesnât even know how endearing her simple kindness, her casual enthusiasm, is to you.Â
âTomorrow, then. We can go together.â The elevator doors open as she says it and she steps out with an affirmative nod to solidify it. âDonât try to bail out on me either, I know where to find you.â
âYeah, I'm okay,â you say, feeling lame as you step out behind her. âI would love to.â Sheâs too far to hear you, though, already heading to Spencerâs desk and jumping right into his conversation with Morgan.Â
Someone says your last name and you turn on your heel to see Hotch and cringe slightly. âI was trying to find you.â Itâs a kinder way of him reminding you that youâre nearly ten minutes late back from your lunch.Â
âSorry, sir.â
âItâs fine. Do you have the reports finished from last week's trip to Huston?â
âYes, sir, theyâre at my desk. One moment.â
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You and Emily donât go to the bistro the next day because she and the team are sent to a small town in Kansas that night.Â
âIâll owe you lunch,â she says, hand on the back of your desk chair and brushing your shoulder as the team rushes to the jet.Â
âDonât worry about it!â You reassure her.
âIâm taking you to lunch,â she calls over her shoulder, pretend-glaring, âyou will try that Brado!â
And then sheâs gone, leaving you giddy and breathless.Â
You know sheâs just being friendly â she treats Spencer, Morgan, and JJ all the same as you â but her efforts to spend one-on-one time with you outside of work still have you feeling like a schoolgirl passed a note from her crush in class.Â
You try to remind your heart to stop singing because Emily probably isnât even gay and definitely isnât interested. Instead, Garcia scares the shit out of you when she interrupts your inner monologue.Â
âLunch with Emily? Things are getting serious in your work marriage.â You hadnât seen her walk into the room and jump at her voice, hand jumping to your mouth to suppress a yelp. âSorry! Sorry!â
âItâs okay, didnât see you.â
âYour loss, I look fantastic today.â
âAs always,â you smile up at her, nose wrinkling and genuine fondness filling your senses.Â
âCareful, wouldnât want a workplace affair,â she jokes, leaning against your desk and picking up the stress ball you keep handy.Â
âStop,â you moan in good nature. âNobody else calls us work wives.â
âThatâs just because they donât have my brilliance and excellent observational skills.â
âNor do they have the same privy to my more personal thoughts,â you say, glancing up at her before returning to your paperwork. With the team leaving so quickly to tend to a missing child's case, youâre not getting home in time to cook dinner but are hoping to leave early enough to grab food instead of resorting to your freezer stash.Â
âI would hope not. You know I canât be replaced, baby.â
âDoes Morgan know you talk to all your work besties like this?â
âI most certainly do not. Youâre a regular bestie, not a work bestie.â A wink and then her expression sobers. âI do have an actual reason for visiting your humble cubical, though.â
âHm?â
âIâm going to need extra hands for this case. Itâs time-sensitive, as usual, and seems like it will be particularly tricky.â
âYes maâam,â you say, dropping your pen and standing to follow her.Â
Your position at the bureau is kind of a catch-all. Most of your time is spent logging data, building reports, and doing general research for the team. Occasionally, though, you jump in to help Garcia with real-time research. Nothing as high-stakes as her direct assignments, more background work. Calling offices to talk to managers, combing through more meticulous data, generic census material to rule out obvious dead ends.Â
Itâs stressful work that technically isnât what youâre paid for but you never complain. Your team saves lives, consistently putting themselves in the line of danger. If you have to spend a few hours a month helping Garcia call a suspect's manager at McDonald's to see if he still works there, itâs literally the least you can do.Â
âYes, so, it looks like our unsubâŚâ
You drown out Garciaâs brief about information you already have sitting in front of you and begin vetting possible suspects from the large pool her system created.
Itâs going to be a long night. You think about future Brado to cheer you up.Â
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âReid, Prentiss take the back,â Hotchâs voice fills your ears. You imagine the pair nodding and splitting off from the group.Â
This is your least favorite part of helping the team with active investigations â listening in on the calls. Itâs rare that you and Garcia join the line when theyâre approaching the unsub but, with you helping her, it isnât a risk to distract Garcia and a much quicker method of getting any new information the team needs. Itâs a new system youâve only tried thrice, unsure how having microphones on 24/7 will work, and it grants you and the team more fluid communication.
Still, adrenaline floods your veins as you listen to their coms, the sounds of Garcia typing a constant behind their voices, imagining every way this could go wrong.Â
You suspect the girl is still alive, the uncle doesnât seem to have any reason to kill her just yet, but your fear for her grows with every minute.Â
âClear!â
Your eyes fall to the receipts flooding your screen. Ammo. A new rifle and pistol. The team knows but the evidence of this unsubs ability to hurt any of your friends, your family, isnât helping your nerves.Â
âI think heâs going to the roof!â Morganâs voice, clear in the comms.Â
You click out of the documents. Two swift motions on the screen. The firm press of the button.Â
âMorgan, youâre on foot. Prentiss, follow him. Everyone else in vans, go!â
âGarcia, map out possible escape routes from the roof,â you instruct.Â
She nods, screens shifting immediately. She puts on her own headset with one hand and clicks on the call and starts to bark information to Hotch.Â
âGot her!â Reidâs voice sounds and you deflate a little. He mutes as he begins to console the small girl.Â
You know you can take off your headset now, leave the call, and go to your paperwork. There isnât much more you can do to help â youâre sure thatâs what youâre supposed to do â but you stay on anyway, listening.Â
âRight on Elmore!â Morgan calls. You find the street on Garciaâs screen, eyes tracing the path you think theyâre taking.Â
âWeâll try to cut him off,â Rossi says and you can hear tires in the background of the call. The click of a steering wheel cutting to the side too quickly. Someoneâs labored breathing â probably Morganâs as he dead sprints.Â
âStop! Put your hands up!â Emily shouts. The firmness in her voice makes you sit up straighter in your chair.Â
You hear something that sounds vaguely like, âbitch,â before a loud pop drowns anything else out.Â
âEmily!â Morganâs voice, more pops.Â
Gunfire. Thatâs gunfire, your brain recognizes.Â
Your blood has gone cold.
âWe need a medic!â Morgan shouts. Hotchâs line blinks red, going dead as he calls the ambulance. âEmily, Emily.â
Rustling. Cars. Sirens. Morganâs line goes dead after you hear a car door slam shut. Then Reidâs and Rossiâs. Emilyâs is the last to stay green, blinking.
You and Garcia stare at each other as you listen to Emily be loaded into an ambulance. Listen to Morgan tell the team, voice far away and barely tangible, that the unsub only managed to fire out one shot before he downed him.Â
Neither of you can hear where she was shot or how badly injured she is before Emilyâs line goes red as well.
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âEmily?â You call softly, rapping your knuckles softly on the frame of the cracked hospital door.Â
Your name, faint, answers you and you take that as permission to nudge the door open. The room looked dark from the hallway but Emily has the small lamp embedded on the wall switched on, throwing her face into harsh shadow.Â
âHey, you,â you say, walking in, arms full. âI brought things.â
âYou didnât have to do that,â she says, trying to sit herself up further and wincing as the motion pulls on her stitches in her abdomen.Â
âWait, let me help you,â you say, setting your things down and reaching out a hand.Â
You wait for her nod before touching her, letting her grasp your arm and looping your other arm around the back of her waist to take most of her weight yourself.Â
âThanks,â she mumbles. You can tell she hates feeling useless, hates needing help for something as simple as sitting up, so you drop the subject with a nod and kind smile.Â
You turn around to the small rolling tray where you put your things down, pulling two black containers out from a plastic bag. You feel silly and very awkward as you turn around to show them to her.Â
âI know itâs probably not quite what you meant but,â you set the containers down on her bed and pop one open.Â
âThe Pasta Brado! Oh man, I was going to treat you.â Sheâs pouting through a smile, attempting to put on an upset facade and failing miserably.Â
Itâs so cute that you struggle with what to say next.Â
âThank you, really. You can pull up that chair, if youâre hungry now.â
You grab the chair sheâs motioned to and drag it to sit next to her. âIâm hungry if you are. It might be a little cold, though, itâs kind of a far walk.â
âYou walked here?â Emily asks, tone appalled and face comically shocked.Â
âYeah, my car broke down last week. Iâve been walking to work â itâs actually really nice out right now â and I couldnât find a cab from the bistro.â You busy yourself with the food while you talk, opening the second container, setting it on her legs, and unwrapping the plastic cutlery for her.Â
âJesus! You didnât need to come and see me if you donât have a car. You didnât need to come at all, actually. I really appreciate it,â she amends, seeing how your bashful smile freezes on your face, reaching forward as if to touch your face and brushing your shoulder instead. âItâs really sweet of you but you didnât need to walk all that way. Isnât it like a twenty-minute walk from here?â
Over thirty, but you nod anyway, knowing it wonât help your case to correct her. âItâs not a big deal. You were shot in the stomach, of course I wanted to see you.â
âAh, so you wouldn't want to see me otherwise,â she teases, nodding and pushing her pasta around with her fork. She doesnât even try to conceal her grin.Â
âHa ha, very funny,â you mumble. You take a bite of your food and your eyes widen. âOh my god.â
âI knew you would love it,â she beams, watching your expression as you taste the food. You you she meant to say it in a gloating way but you swear you can hear a sort of fondness behind the words. Something in you warms at her ability to know you so well.Â
You tell yourself youâre overreacting about both thoughts.Â
âYou were right â Emily this is unfairly good.â
âOh, I know,â she says, taking her own bite and letting out an exaggerated moan, complete with an eye roll. You giggle and she smiles at you. âThank you, this is exactly what I needed.â
âYouâre welcome,â you say, holding her eye contact.Â
She's been in the hospital for three days, transferred back to Virginia last night; her hair is unwashed and unbrushed, and sheâs wearing no makeup and a hospital gown.Â
Sheâs still the prettiest girl youâve ever seen.Â
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Your car is fixed by the time Emily is released from the hospital two days later and you offer to take her home.Â
âHi Sergio,â you greet the cat brushing against your legs as Emily disengages the alarm.Â
You set her things down by the door before turning to offer her your arm. Emily doesnât pretend that she doesnât need the help when itâs just you two, something youâre grateful for after watching her struggle with the team around, and lets you guide her to her bedroom.Â
You set about making her comfortable, turning down her sheets and propping the pillows up so she can sit.Â
âIâve got it,â she laughs, playfully pushing away your hands.Â
You laugh along with her, raising your hands and backing away. âIâm going to go put the rest of your stuff away and get you a drink.â
âPerfect, Iâll take an old-fashioned. Donât forget the cherry.â
You roll your eyes at her, scoffing and leaving her room.Â
You throw her clothes and go-bag in her laundry room before making her a glass of water and another glass of juice. Once youâre sure sheâs settled in her bed with her book, you return to the kitchen to make her a few dinners, ignoring her protests.Â
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Emily is back in the field much sooner than you would have liked.Â
âI was cleared by the doctors,â she tells you, coat slung over her arm as she digs through her bag for her badge.Â
You smile at Martin, sending him a mock exasperated look, before she finds her ID and shows it to him.Â
âIt still seems too soon, Em,â you persist, reaching forward to push the elevator button and turning so you can lean back to watch her face.Â
âEm?â Emily asks, the hint of a smile pulling up the left corner of her mouth.Â
You sort of feel like you could die in that moment, just from the heat that simple gesture surges through you.Â
âIt just sort of slipped out, sorry,â you say, thoroughly embarrassed.Â
The elevator dings and the doors open, throwing you off balance for a second. This doesnât help your already flared nerves as you stumble back and drop your bag. You reach down to gather it and the files scattered across the floor.Â
Youâre kneeling to stuff everything in your bag when Emily crosses your line of sight again, wide smile on her face â teeth fully on display and nose scrunched, you are in desperate need of help â holding out your notepad.
âI think the nicknameâs sweet. I kind of like the idea of having a name only one person, only you, calls me.â
All of the air has left this godforsaken elevator, the heat must be on, you stare dumbly at her as she reaches forward to grab your bag and put the rest of your papers inside of it for you.Â
And then, realizing you look like an absolute idiot, you snap back into your body and cough slightly. The doors ding and open again, you grab your bag from her and stand slowly. Smiling at her, still crouched on the floor and looking, amused, up at you through her eyelashes, you say, âOkay. Thanks, then, Emmy.â
You walk away after that brief flash of confidence, telling yourself youâre just imagining how you swear her face flushed bright at your comment.Â
And if Morgan mentions a few minutes that Emily seems flusters, well, who can blame you for floating on that high for a few days?
Except she doesnât let it go.Â
She corners you on your break in the kitchenette. Literally. She catches you when youâre examining the coffee pot that has been making concerning gurgles for the past few days and leans on the counter behind you, effectively blocking your exit.Â
Not that you really want to leave.Â
Sheâs wearing a red tank top and dark jeans, her hair is loose around her shoulders, eyes steadily trained on your face as you work.Â
âHello,â you say, quiet in a way youâre not normally.Â
âHi.â
âWhatâre you doing?â You ask after a few more moments of her silently staring at you while you pretend to know what youâre doing with a screwdriver.Â
âEnjoying the view.â
You drop your screwdriver and relish in the sound of her laugh.Â
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Youâd love to say that you had some suave answer to return her charm but you think you spent it all that morning with your boldness.Â
Youâre not shy but confidence doesnât run in your blood either. Youâd say youâre pretty normal â average. You donât find much wrong with that, you know you have other qualities that build you up into an interesting person. You love your friends and coworkers deeply, for one. And have an intense trust in them and their abilities.Â
That trust is always tested in your day-to-day at work but never more than now as you feel the car around you make turns at highway speeds. You think youâre on some sort of back road but itâs hard to tell from the trunk given the obvious lack of windows.Â
Youâre calmer than you thought you would be if kidnapped.Â
Groaning after one particularly rough turn that has you jostling against the sides of the trunk, you allow your head to thump back and stare at the inside of the dark car. Light breaks through the cracks of the hinges of the trunk and you wonder if water trickles through when it rains.Â
Youâve been in here too long to consider if youâre focused on the wrong things. Youâre scared shitless, of course, but the adrenaline faded about an hour into your drive and now youâre just bored.Â
Imagine that â bored as fuck in the trunk of a stranger's car, wrists burning from the rope and jaw sore from where itâs been forced open too long by the fabric tied around the back of your head.Â
Youâre just allowing yourself to reimagine your morning with Emily when the car stops and the engine cuts.Â
You snap back into the present, energy flooding your system again as your brain flicks into overdrive. You might spend your days paper-pushing behind a desk, but you passed your physical. Youâre smart, youâve heard the stories of how these victims survive captivity.Â
When the trunk pops open, you squeeze your eyes shut to prevent pain from the sudden lack of light. You donât want to be blinded and the action has the added benefit of pleasing your captor. He put a hood over your hood when he grabbed you, muttering in your ear in tense tones that you would do best to not even try to see him.Â
Say what you will, you usually do a pretty good job at following directions. This one is easy and happens to be number one on your list right now â keep him happy so he keeps you alive.Â
âGood girl,â a gruff voice says before a calloused hand gropes the back of your neck to yank you forward. Scratchy fabric envelops your head and your hot breath bounces back against you, trapped against the fabric of the hood.Â
You stand when his hands start to grab your waist, pulling yourself to your knees and allowing yourself to be lifted from the trunk.
You want to run but know nowâs not the time.Â
âLook at how well-behaved you are!â His breath is wet against your neck. He stands too close, hands clawing under the hem of your shirt to cling to your skin.Â
He walks you forward like that, chest pressed against your back and breath slithering down the collar of your shirt to hang uncomfortably over your collarbones.Â
Itâs becoming increasingly more obvious what this sicko wants from you and your stomach is twisting at the thought. You urge the team to hurry up, knowing your absence would have been missed ages ago. They have to be looking for you by now. And, with how sloppy this dude seems to be, he must have left a plethora of clues waiting to be found.Â
You have to repeat this to yourself as you hear a door lock click.Â
âTook you long enough. This is the girl? Sheâs kind of ⌠well,â the second man kisses his teeth with a sharp sound. Youâre pushed forward again. âWhatever floats your boat man.â The door shuts and locks behind you. The second man's voice fades as he talks, disinterested.Â
You wonder if itâs wrong to feel slightly insulted right now.Â
âThis way, doll.â
You listen. Itâs saving your life to be complicit in his directions, so you listen. Still, youâre shoved harshly to the floor once you get to where he wants you, knees striking what feels like cement. Before you can recover, your cheek stings and your head is whipping to the side from a sudden slap.Â
Then, thereâs a kick to your ribs. You fall onto your side, too winded to even cry out, lips falling open in a silent scream. A boot in your belly. Your ribs again, your hip and back.Â
âWhy?â You manage to sob out. âWhy, why?â
You donât get an answer.
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Youâre not overly religious but you thank whatever heavens or universe exists that he leaves you alone once heâs done kicking the shit out of you. Your ribs are bruised but the worst you expected hasnât happened.Â
The boredom returns as you lay with throbbing ribs. At least one is broken and every breath hurts. You canât imagine sitting up and, luckily, with your hands tied behind your back, itâs not really an option anyway.Â
It must be near an hour later when youâre fading out of consciousness â a purposeful choice on your part to save your energy â when you hear the front door burst down.Â
âFBI! Hands where I can see them!â Morgan. You nearly weep but think better when your stuttered gasp makes your side throb. âWhat the fuck?â You hear shouted in reply. âRobb, what the fuck man.â
There isnât much of a resistance from the living room. The second man is shouting at what you can only assume is the first â your initial kidnapper â but thereâs nothing else other than that.Â
âClear!â You hear Hotch call. Spencer replies and then you hear the door nearest you open.Â
His voice calls out your name. You deflate against the floor. A second, you know heâs scanning the room with his gun before holstering it. âClear! I need a medic!â
Hands, gentle, against your face, removing the hood. Swifter after that, removing your gag, and then hand binds.Â
âHey, Spence,â you say, trying to smile up at him.Â
âShh, youâre okay. Weâve got you.â He starts to support your weight behind your shoulders and the pain that brings is too intense to prevent your yelp.Â
âOh my god, is she okay?â You hear Emily ask seconds before you see her. She looks concerned, hair now in a tight ponytail and FBI vest strapped over her chest. She whispers your name once and then a second time, reaching forward to gently brush your hair out of your eyes.Â
âHey, pretty,â you say, words tumbling out of your mouth before you can catch them.
âHi beautiful,â she answers, reply just as soft as your own. Earnest.Â
It makes your heart ache and, for the first time since being yanked off the road walking to grab lunch, you start to cry.Â
âHey, hey, Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry, beautiful, itâs okay. Youâre okay.â She repeats this as youâre lifted by the paramedics and cry harder.Â
She repeats it when they stitch up where kicks burst the skin over your cheekbone open, repeats it as she trails a hand down your arm in gentle patterns while they examine your ribs and confirm that youâve broken two, maybe three.Â
She tries with you in the ambulance.Â
You canât help but think about being on the phone when you heard Emily be shot weeks earlier. You squeeze your eye shut as they insert the IV, beyond grateful that sheâs there to hold your hand while they do it. The tear that falls down your cheek has nothing to do with the pain and everything to do with the thought that you couldnât have been there for her in the same way.Â
An odd thought, you realize, but itâs the one youâre stuck with as you drift away when the pain medicine enters your system.Â
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Youâre sent home three days later. You insist on spending the night alone, afraid to admit youâre scared because, honestly, nothing much happened to you.Â
Oh, of course, everyone tries to convince you otherwise but you know theyâve all had it worse. You were gone from the bureau for about eight hours and spent most of it bored.Â
So you force yourself to spend the night alone. You donât need help moving around or doing things for yourself so you convince yourself you donât need help.Â
Youâre cooking dinner when the doorbell rings. You wipe your hands with a dish towel and take your time walking to the door to look through the peephole. You donât know who took you yet, you havenât asked and nobody has said, but you can imagine seeing him through the door. Waiting for you, waiting to kill you this time.Â
Okay, yeah, maybe Spencer was right when he talked about PTSD and usual levels of anxiety, but youâre so tired of him being so right all of the time that you really want to prove him right.
There is no man standing on the other side of the door, though. Instead, you see Emily, holding a plate wrapped in tin foil and looking serene in your apartment hallway.Â
You open the door quickly, unlatching it and turning off your alarm with a few clicks. âEmily?â
âAh, man, I was getting used to Emmy,â she jokes, stepping inside with a smile in your direction and kicking off her shoes.Â
You canât think of an answer so you just smile at her, hoping sheâll take the lead. Youâre tired and she must see it because she offers the plate in her hands to you once the door is closed and the alarm is reengaged.Â
âRossi sent me with it with explicit instructions to not let you share it.â
You giggle and take the plate. âIâll have to tell him thank you. Itâs kind of out of your way to come all this way, though, isnât it?â
âNot out of my way at all,â she says, words dripping with meaning as she holds your eyes. âI would have come even if Rossi didnât have food for you.â
âSo why are you here?â
âTo make a fool of myself,â she says, casually, like thatâs something people say every day, âprobably. Youâve just gotten back from the hospital and I know you said you wanted to be alone, but,â she swallows and her words are becoming more rushed as she speaks, âI said the same thing and you still stayed.â
âEmily?â You ask, setting the plate down on your hallway table and clearing your throat. âAh, Emmy?â You amend when she cuts you a look. Your attempt to diffuse the tension doesnât work and she steps closer so youâre toe to toe.
âThat doesnât really answer your question, though. Youâre sweet enough that you would let it go, but,â she shrugs, reaching forward to gently loop her fingers around your wrists. âStop me if this is awful timing. Please,â she says, leaning forward and staring into your eyes.Â
You feel like youâre suffocating, but if this is death, youâll greet it gladly in the irises of Emily Prentiss. Youâre caught in the trap of the moment, heart hardly breathing, all aches and sores forgotten because Emily is leaning closer, breath fanning across your face. You feel intoxicated, ensnared.Â
Everything that has ever been exists here, now, in this moment. Every breath used to blow out birthday candles and blow away eyelashes â breaths with purpose, with wishes, with intent â exists between the two of you as she leans closer and closer. Closer, still, and how can so much distance exist between you two when youâve been standing so closely?
âJust, stop me, if you want,â she whispers against your lips, eyes falling shut.Â
Time yawns again, freezing. Your eyes open, hers closed, beats of seconds pausing. Hesitating for you to hold this moment in your hands. Youâre grateful to appreciate it because she really is so lovely. Her bangs are pushed back from her face with a headband â imagine that! Emily owns headbands! â and you can see every detail of her face. Her elegant nose, her slim eyebrows, her narrow, prominent, lips.
And then your heart finally catches up, beats loudly, cracks whatever fragile plane of glass holding the moment so perfectly still, and her lips are meeting yours.Â
You gasp into her mouth, hands breaking out of her hold to grab her face. Youâre afraid that sheâs going to pull away before this kiss can be fully real. Before you can actually taste her â lemon cake and rain and warmth. Before you can memorize the feel of her lips pressed against your own before you can drag her closer and slip your hands into her hair.Â
But she doesnât pull away. She meets your enthusiasm with a sigh and then enthusiasm tenfold. You can feel relief in the kiss, feel how she relaxes into you. She takes a step forward and you take one back half the amount to account for it.Â
A tilt of your head and itâs better, impossibly. Sheâs firm, sturdy, beautiful. Confident. Lovely, lovely, lovely.Â
And then she reaches forward to hold you to her, hands brushing your ribs to wrap around your back and you canât hold in the gasp of pain that causes you to stiffen. You want to take it back, want to ignore the pain, want to keep her near, but she wonât allow it.
âOh, Iâm so so sorry. Are you okay? Iâm sorry.â You smush the apologies against her lips, removing one hand from her hand to guide her arms around your shoulders where they wonât hurt. âOkay! Okay,â she giggles, leaning back with several short kisses that do nothing to satiate you. âI need to know youâre okay.â
She can obviously tell she hasnât hurt you too bad by your reaction, but the sweet caution in her voice has you melting further.Â
âIâm perfect.â
#criminal minds#cm#bubbs.writes#x reader#fluff#criminal minds x reader#emily x reader#emily prentiss x reader#emily prentiss fanfic#emily prentiss fanfiction#emily prentiss is a lesbian#cannon typical voilence#tw kidnapping#tw allusions to sa#tw guns#tw gunshots wounds#emily prentiss#spencer reid#aaron hotchner#derek morgan#penelope garcia#prentiss x reader#it didn't come up naturally but the security guard is the whodunnit#bad guy martin#apologies to all martins and robbs#i wanna write more with these two#so lmk if you wanna see more#i have several other asks in my inbox but I wanna give them all attention and care#so keep sending them and don't get discouraged!#i just love u all lots and wanna give everything the same attention and energy <3
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M.X.E.S found you, Cassie.
#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#fnaf fanart#fnaf sb#fnaf security breach#fnaf ruin#security breach ruin#fnaf ruin spoilers#ruin spoilers#ruin dlc#fnaf mxes#mxes#fnaf entity#fnaf wet floor bot#i whoopped the big guns: used medibang instead of shittly drawing on filpaclip#im still obsessed with the bonnie being mxes theory OKAY?!#it's fucking cool and give bonnie something to do besides being gay & dead
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This came out of a conversation I had with a friend
ngl I had artblock during the last half of the process and part of the drawing is not completely finished
but eh
also, bonus doodle
#lyna arts#my art#old art#digital art#artwork#drawing#fnaf#fnaf sb#fnaf security breach#fnaf moon#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf gregory#moon with a tranquilizer dart gun
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Infection AU Doodles
idk why the quality sucks uh anyways (fixed)
here are the infection AU doodles!! YAYAYY!! I found your solstice designđ-
I didnât know what to put and I ran out of ideas Iâm sorry donât ask why thereâs a beaker itâs totally relevant to the story
guess whoâs arm that isđ :3
HERE YOU GO @sunny-inajar eat up đŁď¸
please I love this au need more loređšđš.. anyways uh yeah nexus as a princess soonâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸
tap for quality boom increase improvement
#fnaf dca#artists on tumblr#tsams#fnaf sb#digital painting#fnaf security breach#tsams fanart#sundrop#fnaf sundrop#Sun#moon#nexus#tsams nexus#sun and moon show#sams#tsams lunar#tsams eclipse#tsams au#tsams solar#tsams infection au#for you sunny-inajar *carefully places in your arms*#Nexus tsams#tsams new moon#sams nexus#solar tsams#beaker#gun idk tw fjfjjcjd#Cute family photo#tsams solstice#solstice
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"I can't ignore what's under dancefloor boards, The rhythm of my heart a dead-as-disco beat, But I still move my feet, to slip out of this groove, I'm free" ~ 2econd 2ight 2eer, Will Wood, The Normal Album
I have been plagued with visions of LDR Sun every time I listen to this song and I NEEDED to get this out of my system @spadillelicious when do we get to smooch the boy pLEASE
v textless version and close ups under cut!! v
#fnaf#fnaf security breach#fnaf dca#dca au#dca fanart#dca fandom#Love Death and Rollerskates#LDR sun#will wood#2econd 2ight 2eer#the normal album#tw eyestrain#cw guns#if you see any mistakes in the text no you didn't#took me way too long to get everything lined up and readable PLEASE--#just bear with me on this one i am going FERAL#story of my life but this was going to be a simple sketch to reward myself between deadlines and then it became a WHOLE thing /pos#(i still don't understand how to draw rollerskates!!!! or guns!!!)#but my LDR brainworms were soooo happy to get spotlight on this one akjshdsg#i am screaming endlessly about this fic I had been wanting to draw sun and his funky windbreaker for MONTHS!!#and every time you mention crescent eyes my little brain is like âDRAW THATâ kasjfhdf#but so many other things kept coming up and i kept having to put it off#and then this song came along and i was like. ENOUGH. IT IS TIME!!!!!#An allusion to The Tell-Tale Heart AND disco dancing?! HELL FREAKING YEAH!!!!!#and then several reference image hunts and a LOT of colour happened and here we are :3#okay okay tag rambling is being cut off now but i just akjhsdg am thrilled to finally share this--#Please go read Love Death and Rollerskates by spadillelicious it is FANTASTIC
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i feel like you guys would like some buff bunny
#the GUNS are BACK#hes fluffy and buff and i lov him#art#fnaf#fnaf security breach#glamrock bonnie#anthro
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Danny: sticking snacks in the wall
Jazz: âNuh-uh. You are not putting that in the wall.â
Danny: What?
Jazz: Your snack. Eat it now or seal it up and decontaminate it.
Danny: I want to save it for later. Itâll be a midnight snack.
Jazz: Thatâs fine. Just not in the wall, and it needs to be decontaminated first.
Danny: Why?
Jazz: Out of sight out of mind. Do you remember what happened the last time you put one of those in the wall?
Danny: What? Pssh. N-no. No I donât remember anything. Nothing happened a-and I got to eat yummy snacks.
Jazz: Oh really? You donât remember? Let me refresh it for you. Your snack became sentient, tore a hole through the drywall, and started attacking us. At 2am. We lost our security deposit.
Danny: The landlord couldnât prove anything! They didnât even show up on the security cameras!
Jazz: pointed look
Danny: sigh Fine. Iâm hungry now anyway.
#danny phantom#dp x dc#dc x dp#dp x dc prompt#jazz fenton#dp x dc crossover#danny fenton#dc x dp au#jasmine fenton#dp crossovers#he likes his snacks your honor#except instead of being the snack that smiles back his become the snack that fights back#goldfish#Danny definitely sang the song and did finger guns at the end while trying to catch them all#he also sang the PokĂŠmon song#Sam recorded it#Tucker has it as his ringtone#jazz also has it as her ringtone but she keeps her phone on vibrate#she just doesnât want to lose the security deposit again
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#gun violence#girls with guns#gun control#gun rights#2ndamendment#2nd amendment#second amendment#security
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MAFIA CHICA
#Glamrock Chica#Security Breach#FNaF#Five Nights at Freddy's#FNaF SB#Five Nights at Freddy's Security Breach#Mafia AU#gun#weapon#scopophobia#MyArt
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And now a joke about two twins from a different fandom:
What do you get when you have a set of twins, one who has been through a toxic relationship and another who tells terrible jokes?
the same joke.
close ups below
They're all the same height, Moon just slouches a lot and Eclipse makes a point to stand up straight all the time.
#get it because in the show stanley makes a joke with a punchline along the lines of âbut her aim is getting better!â#and there's this like post going around where stanford says to bill âI have missed youâ then he pulls out a gun and follows up with#âbut my aim is getting better.â#hahahahaha ok I'll see myself out#here's more dca fanart au stuff :P#please click the image for better quality!!!#fnaf security breach#five nights at freddy's security breach#fnaf dca#dca fandom#dca au#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf sun#moondrop#fnaf moon#fnaf sun and moon#fnaf eclipse#dca moon#dca sun#dca community#dca fnaf#dca eclipse#my stuff#my stuff (doodles / wips)#my stuff (fanart)#fnaf au
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Proud enabler đŞ
AaaaAaaaAAAAAAA LOOK AT HIM
Yesssss give him thg gun!!!!!
#moon spends the next hour cleaning up eclipses mess and sun has banished him to the corner#killcode cant even fathom how someone got past security with a gun#bean eclipse will betray u tho imso sorry hes just like that#bean eclipse au#HES <3333#huskyliker
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HEY SIMPS
ECLIPSE SIMPS
THIS ONE IS FOR YOU
full pic under the cut because it's slightly suggestive <3
#fnaf security breach#fnaf eclipse#fnaf fanart#eclipse x reader#eclipse thirst trap lmao#fnaf#fnaf sb#my art#funky little jester boys#*aims my gun*#alright simps line up in an orderly fashion#i'll take you ALL ON#huehuehuehuehue#idk why whenever i wanna draw something suggestive#its ALWAYS eclipse#cw suggestive#suggestive#cw slightly siggestive#slightly suggestive#i literally just got a ref of a male model with his shirt undone for this lmao
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