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helloiamadrawer · 2 months ago

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A/N: Hi everyone! I have a surprise for the IzuOcha fans so here ya go, my alternate ending of chapter 429!! (w/o class 1a interrupting them)

Warnings: None! Yes, Ochaco may be sad but not for long..

Dividers by the awesome and talented @adornedwithlight (sorry if i never mentioned you in these i sincerely apologize 🙇‍♂️ *bows 1000 times*)

"Uraraka!"

Ochaco turns to see Izuku shouting her name thus running to her, his body emitting that same emerald glow of his quirk in the evening. She always found it so intriguing but her somberness was getting in the way of how she really felt. A dear friend just died in her near presence! What can Izuku help with that?? Ochaco wipes away her tears before Izuku came any closer to her. She shields her face, preventing him from seeing her round features.

Izuku knew deep in his being that something was wrong with the girl ever since the biggest conflict in Japan happened. He could ask a thousand questions but instead he stays silent, a look of confusion appearing on his face.

"I told you I was going home, Deku. Why did you come here?" Ochaco faintly speaks.

"I had a gut feeling that you were going to be at this place, after all this is where we last talked before we fought in the war. Also you had some advert look on your face ever since you returned from the hospital, is anything wrong?" Deku responds.

Oh, The War. That same war where a certain female psychopath sacrificed her life for Ochaco's alone. They were about to become friends..until she got stabbed. It wasn't supposed to end that way and it sent a wrenching feeling in Ochaco's heart.

"But why?"

Izuku takes two more steps closer to her, the confusion slowly turning into concern in his eyes. His tone takes a softer approach as he says, "Sorry, I just wanted to show you something.."

Show me what?

"You have always prioritized others before yourself, ever since the Entrance exam, you gave points to me, remember? And then all those other times?.."

How could she not remember that? All the various memories came flooding back to her, The Sports Festival, the Hero License Exam and the Joint Training with Class B. All of those events was a point where she put her crush before her. For Izuku.

It was always for Izuku.

But that only leads to one question; How does that make her a hero and what does that have to do with what's she's dealing with right now??

Tears started to prick at her eyes once more, she starts to lower her guard, trying to contain the lump of sadness in her throat.

"What I'm trying to say is that...

"You're my hero Ochaco Uraraka!!" Izuku admits loudly, "And being that way doesn't make you a bad person, you reached out to Toga like I did with Tenko, we all tried our very best but I think you did it the hardest out of anyone in our class."

Ochaco's brown eyes started to flood with tears.

I am his hero??

Izuku continues, "I can't keep taking your great strength for granted..please take my hand and tell me what's going on.". He reaches his hand out to Ochaco, knowing it has saved a few lives before, now with Ochaco being the next...

Within seconds she couldn't take it anymore, she clung to Izuku and took both of his hands and sobbed heavily into his chest as hard as she could until she couldn't no more. Well, she knew that bottling up her feelings wasn't good for her health, she had to vent someday. But now that Izuku was here with her, embracing her, she could finally put her mind at ease as she needed to pour her feelings out to someone she could really trust.

"I-It's not fair, Deku! Wh-why did she have to get stabbed instead of me? If only-if only I could have done something to save her.." Ochaco cries, her voice trembling.

The image of Ochaco flushed red face, crying her eyes out not only shocked Izuku, it kind of hurt, especially in his heart, hes just never seen her like this. He could feel his own waterworks starting from his eye ducts.

He would do anything to make her smile again.

"I understand your pain Uraraka, when i was fighting Shigaraki, I was trying to save the inner child named Tenko that was within him, he was sad and just needed to be reached out to, but by the time it was too late since he was combined with All For One. I had no choice but to defeat him..." Izuku's voice wobbles, "Sure, it hurts sometimes,but that's why we have plenty of help and even friends to get us through it, but we have to move through the pain someday. Besides we have quite a future ahead of us..you still want to be a hero, right?"

The green haired boy wanly smiles, quietly signaling the girl to do the same.

"Of course..I'll just have to get used to the fact that people are willing to put their lives in danger for heroes they honor..like Toga did for me."

A weak smile starts to appear on Ochaco's round face. She sniffles a bit while her eyes eventually dry up.

She looks so beautiful when she smiles

"You have such a smart way with words Deku..I'm glad that you're still alive and stuff." Ochaco says, with a light chuckle.

"I'm very glad that you're still here, all of Class A survived, but who I was mostly concerned about was you..and Kacchan sorry-" Izuku apologizes instantly until Ochcao gives him a reassuring hum.

"It's okay. How is he doing also?"

"He's going to physical therapy, even though he doesn't want to because he thinks it makes him weak. Y'know, typical Kacchan." Deku answers.

"Yep, that pretty much sounds like him." Ochaco chuckles.

"Yeah.."

And once silence finally falls between them, he looked down at his feet and they were off the ground! All that comforting talk must have blinded him when she activated her quirk on accident when her hands came in contact with his.

"Oh! Im floating!" he exclaims, kicking his feet like it was going to work to get him down as Ochaco laughs at his goofiness, "You just noticed?"

The green haired boy usually would have died of embarrassment, but instead he laughed along with her, filling the atmosphere with a much more lighter mood for a change. Ocahco laugh fades to giggles as she takes in Izuku still laughing. This is what she wanted to do with him. Every. Single. Day. Seeing him beam like the sun was her magnum opus. And nothing could change that in her mind.

After the laughter fades, Ochaco blushes as she asked, "Hey, can i um..do something?"

"Hm? What is it?"

"Ever since we met, I have always wanted to...you know..do something more than just a handhold.

Izuku lightly gasps, whipping his head from left to right, making sure he sees no one sneaking up on them. All of his classmates decided to go home so its only them.

And them alone

"Y-you mean?" Izuku stutters.

"I mean, it's okay if you don't want to!" Ocahco blurts out nervously, squeezing her eyes shut whilst shaking her head as her blush becomes more noticeable. She never could know if the floaty feeling in her cnest was fear or love. But she would be oblivious to know that it is in fact love.

"No! I was just taken aback is all..," he says as he leans in until both of their foreheads touch,them now gazing at each other closer than ever. Ochaco could almost see the moon in Izuku's eyes, its like a sparkly little galaxy in there that she could gladly get lost in. As for Izuku, sure Ochaco's orbs of vision look dark as midnight now since it was dark outside, but now he could see light within her features, like the sadness completely wared off since he showed up. He's never been so happy to be so near her right now and he knows his girl thinks the same.

A feeling of boldness strikes through Ochaco's being as she happily offers with a smile, "Just shut up and kiss me, hero."

She pulls him closer and their lips finally mend for the first time in forever.

The kiss was gentle,full of emotion, sparking a whole new sense of accomplishment through the two teenagers. Ochaco felt like she could float herself the second her lips touched Izuku's. They were soft just as she imagined, a little rugged but she wasn't going to complain one bit. She wanted this as much as Izuku did, it was almost like fireworks going off in her brain.

Izuku takes the chance to quickly grab her by the shoulders and instantly deepen the kiss more. If he was going to make this free, blooming feeling in his whole body last a bit longer, he was going to waste every last breath in this kiss for her.

Shortly, Izuku pulls back, bretahing and his feet are back on solid ground. The first thing he sees is his dear Ochaco blushing once again, maybe more brighter than ever before.

"..that was..um..wow.." Ochaco admits in between breaths, smiling as her blush makes a great hue on her skin from the moonlight.

"Very wow." Izuku repeats with a light chuckle,letting his hands slide off her shoulders. He felt like he was growing a new aura from what they finally did for the first time, he wanted to run a whole mile with her after that, as far as the night could take them. But for now he just wated to spend just a little bit more time before they actually have to go back to their homes.

Ochaco finally then turns to the beautiful view of the new, renovated city. The lights illuminating from far beyond the cliff. She sits down and pats a space of grass beside her as Izuku quickly joins in, wrapping an arm around her. Immediately, Ochaco sinks into his comforting embrace under the stars.

"The city looks amazing from up here..hey, thank you Deku for-"

"You don't need to thank me Uraraka. I will always be there for you, no matter what. Also one bright city wouldn't be enough to be more amazing than you."

The brown eyed girl giggles at Izuku's compliment as the pair snuggles close, enjoying each others company, talking about what the next year of school would be like and what not and then sharing silence once in a while.

"So, do you think we should go back home now?" Ochaco asks, not really wanting to leave but she knows how worried her parents get if she doesn't come home in time.

"I'll walk you home, its already dark out anyway." Izuku gladly offers, grunting as he stands up to stretch his legs and arms. How did she get a loyal boy like him on her side?

Ochaco gets up on her feet as she grins at Izuku, "Sure thing, my hero."

Joining hands again, they walk away from the clifftop, a lone flower blows in the wind as if marking where the first most happiest memory sprouted after the most life changing conflict.

#my hero academia #mha ships #deku x ochako #boku no hero academia #izuocha #alternate ending #mha chapter 429 #romantic #mha #izuku midoriya #ochaco uraraka #deku #short fic?#short fiction #drawer fics

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holyfruitsnax · 2 years ago

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Behind Bars pt.3: Prison Break

Summary: This is a Nate chapter, escaping prison and finding out for sure that he’s a dad! And sweet Sully moments <3

Pairing: Nathan Drake x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: Violence, nothing too graphic. Pregnancy, cursing, and of course never proof read babyyy

The clicking of Nate’s cell doors woke him up the next morning, that and a baton to the side. “M’up...I’m up!” He growled sitting up on his cot rubbing his face. The guard sat Nate’s food tray down with a drink “Yard time today for your block. Be out of here or we’ll come get you. Oh, and try not to piss anyone off this time? I’m tired of coming to save your ass.” The guard snickered. “Vince, you wouldn’t have to come save my ass if you’d just let me kick theirs!” Nate chuckled back at Vince, a guard he’d grown to be fond of, not because he liked cops, but because he’s gullible. “Yeah right Drake. Listen I’m serious.” He nodded watching Nate begin to scarf down his breakfast.

Vince had stepped away from Nate for a minute to talk to another guard, “Yeah I’ll head that way in a sec, Drake I’ll see you in a bit-” Vince’s eyes darted to the ground where he spotted a loose gum wrapper. Nate stopped chewing to match his “friends” gaze, oh shit he’s picking it up. Vince stiffened seeing looking over the small part of a drawing in his hand “Nathan...What?” He narrowed his eyes towards Nate. “If I told you something...Would you tell anyone? I’m not asking for your help I...entirely. Just some trust.” Nate looked between Vince and the gum wrapper. “Fine.” Vince handed over the wrapper which Nate promptly stuffed away with the rest. So, Nate kept his word and told Vince everything, puzzle pieces, escape routes, nothing left out.

“Now.” Nate sighed whipping out a shiv he’d made “Since you know, if you decide you won’t keep it to yourself, we’re both going down. If I get caught because of you.” He stepped close to the shaking guard nose to nose “I’ll kill you and spend the time in here I’ve got and more. Happily.” Nate’s words were sharp. Vince nodded frantically “O-Of course, just please don’t fucking kill me!” He yelped, only calming once Nate put his weapon away and eased his stance. “Good. If you’ll excuse me, I’ve gotta go to the yard.” He straitened Vince’s shirt with a smile before walking out. “This guy is nuts...” Vince mumbled, jogging out of Nate’s cell “Hey wait!” He called. Nate stopped to look over his shoulder cocking a brow. “I think I know a way I can help...” Vince whispered making Nate turn to him completely. “Sweet.” He grinned patting a hand on Vince’s shoulder as he led him out to the yard.

Nate spent some time in the prison yard watching fights break out, bets go down, and guards coming and going. He’d worked his mini map into his memory and Vince had requested to pull Nate from the yard early for a medical check. When the time came and Vince whistled for him, Nate let the guards cuff him so Vince could take him away. It’s happening, he’s actually leaving. Vince cleared his throat gesturing to the bathroom “There’s a duct above the sink.” He held out a screwdriver behind his back as a guard walked past. “Thanks.” Nate pushed the door open, going to close it when Vince’s foot blocked the corner “Are we cool?” He whispered, holding his fist through the gap. As much as Nate was using him right now, he wouldn’t leave the poor guy hanging. “Of course man, the coolest. Now get outta here before you get caught.” Nate sighed fist bumping Vince who then shut the door and left.

“Alright.” Nate locked the door and took in the small room “Just gotta climb up here.” He grunted pulling himself up onto the sink so he could unscrew the vent cover. Unfortunately, Nate found himself just a tad too short to just climb right in, he’d have to jump off the tiny ceramic sink. Great. Grabbing the edge of the vent opening Nate jumped and pulled himself up. “You’ve gotta be kidding me-” He huffed watching the sink clang onto the ground and water erupt out of the pipe he’d broken. Banging began on the door soon after, but Nate didn’t stick around, he’d began crawling through the ducts coughing here and there from all the dust. He’d heard the guards bust down the door to the bathroom, and he’d heard them call for a search.

Sirens tore throughout the prison as inmates were brought back to their cells, whilst Nate made his way further to freedom...Or Falling through a vent. Close enough. “OHHH SHIT!” He shouted surprised by his sudden tumble, clambering up to his feet surrounded by a few guards. As soon as one lunged at Nate it was on, He’d thrown a solid right hook to the guards jaw knocking the man off his feet. Punch after punch was thrown, landing on a guard or Nate. Arms looped their way around Nate’s Neck holding him tight while Nate kicked any other guard who came near him. Struggling for air Nate glanced over at a window ‘Might be the only shot.’ he opened his mouth trying to gather air but found none. Here goes nothing.

“Agh!” Nate backed up causing the guard holding him to stumble towards the second story window, which Nate tossed them both out of. They both screamed before thudding against the dirt below, Nate’s lungs burning at the sudden breath of cold air they’d received. “Holy-” He patted himself over, now feeling blood dripping from his nose and brow, but he was alive...Couldn’t say the same for the guard he’d landed on. Nate wasted no time getting to his feet and taking off through the open field towards a tree line, shots being fired at him from the watch towers. Slinking away into the dark forest Nate had managed to make it, catching one shot to his side, nothing he couldn’t handle. Now, just to figure out how the hell to get home.

After some time Nate found a road, of course he’s still in a prison jumpsuit so he stayed low to think of a plan. “Really didn’t think I’d get this far...” He mumbled scanning the small houses across from him. A clothesline hung across, swaying a little in the wind caught Nate’s eye. “Bingo.” He winced hoisting himself out of the ditch. Did this make him a bad person, maybe? He’d just hope it wasn’t someone’s favorite shirt. Nate climbed the fence quietly, snatching a new outfit up for himself. “Could use this to patch myself up a little?” Nate hummed using his old shiv to start a tear on a long sleeve shirt. Once he got the sleeve off, a clinking noise followed by a low growl caused Nate to freeze. Turning towards the noise Nate was met by a- “That’s a big ass dog- AHh good boy!” He smiled backing away from the dog’s pearly whites. “That is a lovely smile you’ve got there! You know I really should be on my way!” He laughed nervously. Just as Nate thought maybe the dog wouldn’t give him away it took off after him barking loudly. “Shit, shit, SHIT!” He yelled jumping the fence worried the giant dog just might jump it too, but the last thing he saw was the lights cut on and Nate was out of there.

“Y/N! Can you answer the phone?” Sully called to you. “It’s your house! But sure?” You shouted back rolling your eyes whilst picking up Sully’s old ass landline. “Hello?....Oh my- How long has it been since you’ve- I see...No, no I haven’t. Yes of course! Please keep me up to date...yeah..uh huh...” Sully’s head perked up at the conversation, coming closer to you with raised brows. “Yes sir! Alright, buh bye.” You tried to hang up the phone as calmly as possible but Sully knew. “He’s out, isn’t he?” He grinned watching you nod excitedly. “Wait! What if he’s hurt?” You pouted going to pull on your shoes. “He probably is, but Nate’s tough and- Hey, woah, woah, woah slow your roll princess.” Sully snatched your shoes away. “Why? I’m going to look for him!” You frowned trying to get your shoes back. “No, you wanna know how to get him and the rest of us caught? To go fucking looking for him Y/N! Wait for him to call. He knows the landline number, he knows your number alright? He’ll get to a phone, then we go get him. No looking around all day attracting attention to ourselves...Sometimes I forget you’re new to this.” He laughed flipping one of your shoes in his hand.

“I know, I just hate the feeling that he’s out there, scared or hurt.” You sighed flopping back down onto the couch. “He’s fine, and if he’s not here soon then maybe we’ll go look. But only for a little bit! You know the rules-” “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get caught I got it.” You smiled watching Sully rub his hand across your now very obvious baby bump. “Thank you. I mean still fuck you, for getting Nate into this but...Thank you Victor.” You nudged Sully’s side causing him to smile back at you. “Wow, Government name...” He scoffed jokingly “You’re welcome, but also, thank you for not turning my ass in.” He leaned back with you still rubbing your belly. You’d really become sort of like a daughter to him over the past few months, Nate had already felt like family but this whole thing solidified it. “I love you kid, and you know, actual kid.” He pointed to your middle making you laugh. “We love you too Sully.”

Meanwhile Nate found himself eating a kind of gross gas station sandwich. “Thirteen eighty five.” The cashier sounded bored as Nate felt around his pockets. Shit, he hadn’t thought this far “Ahhh...Right....” He gulped making the cashier roll their eyes. “Honestly man I don’t get paid enough for it, just take it I don’t care.” They shrugged making Nate blink a few times while finishing his sandwich following it up with a small thank you. Ducking into the restroom with a little extra pep in his step Nate noticed a guy at the urinal who just stared at him as soon as he walked in. “Uh... hey?” He furrowed his brows opting for a urinal a little farther from him. Maybe he knew? “You look rough, but you don’t look rough here.” The guy, who was now obviously drunk smiled gesturing to his face. “Oh! No, I uh. hmm.” Nate found himself having the oddest conversation of his life. “I’m going to see my wife for the first time after- a work trip. I think I’m gonna be a dad.” Nate grinned and zipped up his pants before washing his hands. “Nice man! Hey by the way...” The guy called making Nate turn back to him confused “Nice dick, lucky lady” Fucking weirdo. Nate frowned and left the gas station chalking it up to a weird story he’d tell you and Sully when he got home.

“Home.” Nate smiled looking up at Sully’s apartment window. He made his way inside using the keys he’d stolen the day he met Sully. All the lights were off when he arrived “Y/N? Sully?” he yelled shuffling through the apartment. Maybe you were asleep? Nate wandered around the apartment opening a few doors, Sully’s room, then your room. Nate’s eyes widened at the little bedside bassinet stood to the side, he scooped up the framed ultrasound on your nightstand. He is a dad. Nate bolted to the room across from yours that he hadn’t checked yet, eyes tearing up at the sight of pale blue walls, a crib, little clothes folded into piles on the softest rug he’d ever felt.

The front door clicked open followed by laughter, your laughter. Nate practically launched himself into the living room, everyone silent and staring at each other. You almost dropped your cup of ice cream as Nate pulled you into a tight hug, the both of you fighting back tears. “Oh my gosh Nathan.” You smiled hugging him back letting Sully take your ice cream. Nate pulled back only to tug you in for a passionate kiss, trembling hands roaming across your bump. “Normally I’d be mad at the sucking face in the living room but this, it seems justified.” Sully chuckled hugging Nate when he popped up. “You- you’re!” Nate beamed kneeling down pressing his forehead against your belly with a wince from the bullet wound to his side. “I would’ve told you sooner but-” “I know, it’s okay” He hummed peppering kisses across your shirt. “I don’t mean to be that guy, but we can’t stay here...and Nate’s bleeding” Sully cleared his throat and rocked on his heels making you and Nate to look over at him. “I’m thinking Australia? And rubbing alcohol?” He smiled nervously. “What?!” You pulled away from Nate causing him to whimper, letting Sully help him up. You sat him down on a wooden chair and got to work. “Here we go again.” Sully shook his head looking for bags and boxes.

I know I’ve been gone for a bit, just got reallly stuck and busy. This blog really is just for fun but I’m glad so many people like it! Felt the urge to write again so I’ll probably write some more after this one! Everyone has been so, so wonderful <3 I think the next chapter of this will have a little hot and heavy patching up moment in the beginning and probably the baby later on! Sooooo yeah Love Snax - <3

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #Nathan Drake #nate x reader #nathan drake x reader #nathan drake imagine #nathan drake x pregnant!reader #victor sullivan #tom holland x pregnant!reader #uncharted 2022

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jennawynn · 1 year ago

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Enterprise Season 4 18-finale

Episode 18

So this is the episode they were filming when they found out they were cancelled? It's almost strange to think about it now in the era of streaming when the show gets filmed in entirety before it gets released and then two weeks later, you learn it's done. I wonder how you have the motivation to still do your best when you know you're getting fired.

The intro is interesting, but doesn't hold a candle to the real one. The effects are obvious, but it does its job in showing us what the people of this earth value- might over exploration.

Travis's little earring :joy:

I know Jolene Blalock was a model but do they always have to be putting her in low-rise pants if not skintight catsuits?

They even replaced the pics of Enterprise ships in Archer's quarters with weapons.

Guess you can't have hyper-masculine military shit without degrading women.

Bakula's still not very good at being convincing.

Episode 19

You know... this two-episode chunk has apparently been a fan favorite... but I'm guessing it's mostly nostalgia and seeing this crew in the uniforms of TOS(?). I'm not enjoying it at all. It is kinda funny seeing how colorful these sets are though.

Nice touch that it has the blaring alarm and name 'Battle Stations".

I guess they were planning to have more of these mirror-verse episodes in future seasons, though I can't believe they continued shooting and airing these episodes after hearing they were cancelled. It was complete whiplash and I didn't find that universe interesting at all. There isn't even an explanation about how or why we're returning to normal Enterprise between episodes.

Episode 20

Sometimes I think these fascist/xenophobic plotlines are too on the nose and then I remember they're from 20 years ago and then I remember that we've always had to deal with bullshit like this. Even a hundred or two hundred years ago. The only difference is which side the heroes are on and how sympathetic the villains are in the story.

I just realized every person in engineering is apparently an officer. In fact the only time I've ever heard anyone referred to by an enlisted rank was in the mirror universe? I mean... Enterprise is (supposedly) exploratory but Starfleet has some military aspect to it. Maybe it's the former-enlisted in me but how does anything get done if it's all officers? lmao

Episode 21

ok I actually laughed when Trip did the delayed punch on the guard. "Go ahead." "Ok."

of course the xenophobic leader is a hypocrite who uses alien dna. it's kinda lazy tbh.

They sure do like taking huge risks with tons of lives, don't they? Good drama, bad tactics.

Archer's speech here feels like what the whole series has been building to. I'm surprised that it wasn't the finale.

Oh... I was expecting the show to go to 24. I thought we were still a couple eps from the finale. I didn't realize this effectively IS the finale.

Vulcans 150 years from now have French tips, huh? lmao

Episode 22 (These Are The Voyages...)

It is pretty silly that they've been supposedly doing this 10 years without any change in personnel or even a promotion. Talk about no upward mobility.

Why would they mothball Enterprise after ten years of operation? The carrier Enterprise was like 50 when it was decommissioned and it basically running on duct tape and paint.

I'm wondering if I should've watched this along with TNG instead of Enterprise.

The first time we see Chef and it's Riker. lmao Fun fact: My cousin's named Ryker after him.

....why'd he kiss T'Pol's cheek? Gross.

ok, I thought this holoprogram was actually historical- that he was inhabiting chef while it was on and just seeing himself do the things, but repeating what was actually said. but then he slipped up and said 'Picard' instead of 'Archer' and Travis was like 'who?' which means that was RIKER asking Hoshi if she was ever attracted to Trip. Why? WTF? Is Riker a skeeze?

Ah, they have a warp 7 now. Guess that's why mothball. "To the Next Generation."

Only because it's the last episode and only because Troi (sp?) said something about it being sad he doesn't know he doesn't make it do I think they might actually take Trip out. That and the weird questions Riker's been asking about him like he's trying to figure out who Trip really was.

I don't like the 'formal' uniform variant. It looks like the flight suit with a white collar.

Really? They make a big deal out of the speech and then don't even let him-- oh, I guess they're saying that the thing Picard always said was part of Archer's speech?

I don't think I understand all the vitriol about the episode, but I do think it was an inappropriate sendoff. For one, you go the whole damn series without killing anyone just to kill Tucker and then you don't even actually memorialize him. For the other, it feels more like an episode of another show (TNG) than it does about Enterprise. Not knowing the story in TNG means that this is even more apparent to me- it's not nostalgia to me, it's just someone using the show I've been watching like a voyeur.

#chronotrek #and so i finish enterprise.

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tragedicna · 1 year ago

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@knifvd / unprompted.

( she reminds you of HIM . maybe that's why there's this odd sensation tugging at your CHEST , even now , even BRUISED and bloodied from FIGHT , even now , even now , you bleed gold sage . you BLEED for someone who you do not know . perhaps it is instinct . it'll kill you , one day . you know it . but you don't care . ) ❛ i --- i do NOT want to hurt you , ❜ sage to attempt to REASSURE sibyl , but chest tightens as she HEAVES a cough that takes a lot more out of her than she'd like to ADMIT , blood coming up as she coughs . ❛ can i ... can i help you ? clean you up ? ❜

brows furrowing as the cyborg takes a step back away from the other when they lift their hand ; not that sibyl is afraid the stranger was going to HURT them , but rather just out of precaution . she's come across people that'd pretend to be weak , just to catch her off — guard . she won't die , but it's always a HASSLE to fix damaged parts or to find a doctor willing enought o help patch her up ( dr. debeaux in the district over is too pricey for sibyl despite how good a job the doctor can do ) . shaking her head , ❝ you need help more than i do , ❞ sibyl replies , breaking her own silence , ❝ this is an easy fix . . . ❞ the cyborg continues , it's easy because she's not fully human . . . it's one of the few things sibyl thinks she can be grateful for . . . the very fact that she won't die as easily and that it's nothing duct tape can't fix until she can come across an usable part and a trusted mechanic .

#thanks for sending!#( sibyl | answered )#knifvd #blood tw #violence tw

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orange1896 · 1 year ago

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poetoftheovary · 2 years ago

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A window

a chair that rocks and maybe swivels

a collection of just so books that if the house was on fire, you could carry them all out in the suitcase

a pin cushion with colored pins,

and a good needle for thick fabric

easy to take care of plants where the water less is more

Daylight in a window

art that takes you to places you’ve never been and don’t have to go because you’re already there when you look at the art

A stainless steel teakettle that whistles

old suitcases—especially ones that have the key with them and perfectly clean linings with no mold or stains, and some old timer’s name cursived in the luggage tag

feng shui curtains for doorways

handbraided rag rugs

toast with good butter and raspberry jam

and a glass jar full of sharpie markers.

A good sketchpad

dishes made of pottery not glass cause it shards when it breaks.

One pair of corduroy pants for the winter,

a lambswool cashmere sweater with a V-neck to pull over so you can run out and add water to the birdbath,

a bag of sunflower seeds for birds

proper cups with saucers

a simple sewing machine

the collected poems of Walt Whitman, Ted Hughes, and the collected short stories of Flannery O’Connor

the poem “what it takes to be a poet”by Gary Snyder

And let’s not stop “constantly risking absurdity”

insulated stainless steel that keeps your coffee hot for hours if you’ve got a lid on it

and speaking of lids: keep a lid on it

don’t blow your top about petty stuff.

In fact, don’t blow your top at all

always wear a hat: protect your energy

when you cut your hair burn it, or bury it or throw it in the river

clean the bobbin tray of your sewing machine at least once a week

don’t pick up pennies whether heads or tails—leave them for someone else

a good iron that has a steam function

hanging plants

a Crystally ball to hang in the window so there’s rainbow dots all over the walls during different times of day especially when it’s sunny

and if you have any photographs in your collection that when you look at them, they make you feel yucky, sick weird or ill , tear them up burn them or toss them in the dumpster so that your photo collection is nothing but pure joy and you don’t get caught off guard and surprised by something your mind wouldn’t let you remember

tables with leaves

a purple tablecloth with a lace topping

a green tablecloth with a lace topping

good tablespoons that aren’t sharp around the edges

Chinese poetry collections—preferably ones that you borrowed without returning 30 years ago from the military library.

make your own poetry Chapbooks with staples and then cover the spine with duct tape so nobody gets prickled or cut by the staple

Always keep fabric on hand.

You never know when you’re gonna want to make a Barbie sleeping bag or a drawstring bag or put a new trim on a skirt

hang up all of your diplomas

and if you don’t have any diplomas frame your most important moments that make up what your life path has been

pictures of all the people you have loved and maybe still do

a mason jar full of old Christmas ornaments

several spare pairs of glasses, even ones you can’t see out of anymore

hopefully a gas stove with a glass door that’s clear and you can see what’s baking inside.

The scones need to be looked at: you wanna watch the blueberries, pop, and the chocolate melt

Always have heavy whipping cream on hand for your coffee and honey from a wild hive.

These are the things that make a life.

These are the things that make a life

these are the things that make a life.

Oh yeah and don’t forget to brush your teeth, but throw away the store-bought toothpaste use coconut oil with rosemary drops or orange drops. Your breath will be fresh and your teeth will shine and don’t forget to floss your teeth after every time you eat

don’t eat Jell-O don’t eat Cool Whip.

Listen to what people have to say use what you can and throw the rest away—the poet Jim Barnes taught me that many many many moons ago

know the names of all the moons without having to consult the farmers almanac

grow zinnias from scratch and plant them in good dirt

right before winter buy containers of worms at the bait and tackle shop and plant them in your garden so come spring you got something to bait yer hook

always keep your head covered when you go in public —hair is a private thing

and finally if you don’t own a red suitcase, get one and then when you listen to Mandy Patinkin‘s version of somewhere over the rainbow, you can really be the little blue bird that flies over the rainbow

and remember it’s always a good idea to jump naked in the cold river come January 1

and then sit by a bonfire and practice your gratitude

and if you have mismatched earrings laying around throw them in the current of the water and let them go

give them to the fishes

offer them to the rocks.

This is what makes a life this is what makes a life this is what makes a Life

And finally

A good sturdy pair of shoes that u wear with Everything

#original poems #positive #new poem #poetry #women poets #live simply #minimalism #creative life #home #happy

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thegreenleavesofspring · 1 year ago

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Russ crouched to rip the duct tape off his twin's mouth. The moment it was free Red hissed frantically, "No, get out of here, it's a trap--" "Of course it's a trap," Riser said scornfully from somewhere over Red's left shoulder. "You're our babiest brother, y' think we'd just leave ya?"

"Better than all of us getting killed!" Red said somewhat hysterically as Cary went to work on the bonds around his ankles with a reassuring shin-pat and Russ sawed away at the tape around his wrists.

"None of us are dyin' tonight," Max said, calm and implacable, the chain clanking a little as he twitched it idly.

"You don't know that!" Desperation edging almost into anger, now, but then the ties on his ankles were free and he moaned a little in pain as blood rushed back into his hands at the same time.

"Get him out o' here, Cary," Max ordered as Cary swooped his youngest brother up in his arms. "We'll guard your retreat."

But he held out an arm as Cary went past, Russ guarding their rear with a massive knife. Max caught and held Red's eyes. "We will always, always come for you," he said evenly. "Same as you'd come for me or any of the others."

Red let out a shuddering sigh and let himself relax into the rescue.

"Please, just leave me! It's not worth the risk, I'm not worth --"

"You should know by now, I'm always coming back for you."

#Sons of the Star #Writing prompt

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1987vampire · 3 years ago

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Tim's a Little... Tied Up Right Now | Tim Wright & Brian Thomas

Fandom: Creepypasta / Marble hornets Word Count: 4k Warnings: Mommmy kink, Daddy kink, cunnilingus, overstimulation, edging, Tim is the sub in this, gay shit cuz Tim x Brian, rope bondage, praise and degradation, etc. not beta'd. A/N: Like all my proxy x readers, the reader is dating Tim, Masky, Brian, Hoody, and Toby BUT this focuses on Tim and Brian in this one :)) Extra:

There wasn’t much that surprised you anymore when it came to living with the boys. From walking into Toby duct-taped to the wall or Brian having an entire dance-off with Tim to an 80s song you didn’t recognize to an entire grown man tied to one of your dining room chairs, face fucked up and bloody, it was suffice enough to say you were used to not knowing what to expect when you walked in.

Today, however, you were caught off guard for the first time in a long while when you walked in, and the first thing you heard was a guttural, full-body shaking moan. You racked through your brain, trying to think of who would be home as you placed your keys and a few groceries on the table.

Toby was gone for the weekend - wanting to spend the night with Natalie and her girlfriend. Tim was on a mission when you had woken in the morning, but Brian had been home. Maybe he had made it back while you were gone?

“A-ah! Please! ”

Oh. That was definitely Tim.

You stood for a few moments, sorting through the groceries and putting them up as quietly as you could. On one hand, you didn’t want to interrupt them. They were allowed to have time by themselves, after all. On the other hand, fuck, if Tim didn’t sound good right now, need begining to course through your veins.

You were so caught up in thought, debating between the two options, that you hadn’t even noticed someone was in the room with you until arms were around your stomach. You gasped, turning quickly, but relaxed at the sight of Brian, bare-chested and breathing heavily. “Hey, baby, you’re back a little early.” He leaned down, mouth pressing to yours quickly.

“Yeah, only needed a few things. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you two. You can finish and all, if you want.”

Brian pressed close, nose trailing down the side of your face to your neck until he pressed his mouth to that area, instead, a smile playing on his lips. His hands pressed lower, one dipping to play with the band of your pants. “You care to join?” Your breath hitched, and he grinned even wider. “I have the prettiest scene all laid out right now. I bet you’d love to see it, too.”

You turned, looking at him with wide eyes before nodding.

He slipped his arms from around you and took your hand, leading you away and towards the bedroom. He watched you as he kicked open the door and holy fuck.

Tim was face down on the bed, fully nude with vibrant red ropes tied all around him. Brian had restrained his arms behind his back, fingers intertwined with each other as the rope circled around up to his shoulders in sturdy knots. His knees were pulled open wide with rope going from there to a bedpost, same with his feet, making sure he stayed still. His ass was high in the air, cock looking uncomfortably hard, leaking precum.

“ Oh fuck, ” you breathed out, mouth falling open as you took a step forward without thinking.

Tim turned at the sound, eyes wide but clouded with arousal. Drool dripped down his chin to the bedding below, and his chest was heaving as he took in the sight of Brian and you in the doorway. He let out a small squeak and moan. “ F-fff-fuck, Brian, y/n, please, ” Tim’s voice was breathy and higher than normal, hands clenching into each other, as he whined.

Brian chuckled, hand pulling away from yours as he walked to the other man. He bent down slowly, towering over him as he pressed his fingers to his chin, forcing him to strain to look up at him. “You know that’s not my name.”

“D-daddy, please,” he cried instead. For complying, Brian let his hand slip down the man’s stomach before grasping his cock, hand pumping his length, relishing in the cry of relief he let out. “Thank you! Thank you. Thank you.” He pressed his face back into the mattress, muscles clenching across his body. If that wasn’t a pretty sight, god knows what was.

Brian turned, eyebrow raised as he continued to pleasure the man, a smirk playing at his lips. “So, care to join?”

You took a few more steps into the room, closing the door softly behind you. “Think I could get him to call me mommy?”

At the question, Tim let out a choked sound, whining into the bed.

“Oh, I have no doubt,” Brian replied, reaching his free hand out to you. “Come here.” You took Brian’s hand slowly, eyes flitting between the two men. Brian redirected your positioning until you were in front of him, the hand on Tim retreating to press to your stomach, holding you close to him. Tim made a low groan at the action, his entire body shaking from the edging.

Brian’s hips pressed to yours, slowly grinding his erection into your back as one hand slipped into your pants and the other raised up your shirt, toying with one of your nipples. Your head fell back, resting on his shoulder. His mouth pressed to your open neck while his fingers pressed lower and lower, feeling around until you let out a breathy moan when he made it to your clit. He chuckled against your skin.

“C’mon,” he breathed out, “don’t want to keep him waiting, huh?” At the question, you opened your eyes again, half-lidded, staring at Tim who was watching, panting heavily, shifting his hips from side to side as if it would help at all. “Or do you? Want to make him watch while I fuck you? Look at him - so helpless.” He drawled on, pausing only to press a slow kiss to your neck again, this time right below your ear. “He would just have to wait and watch while I pounded this tight little pussy.” A finger slipped into your entrance at the words, and you couldn’t help the moan that followed or the way that your hips canted into his hand excitedly.

God, that sounded nice, but there was a part of you that was winning only by a little, one that you knew would be even better. So, you raised your hand to cup the back of Brian’s head, pulling him closer. “No, I say we completely fucking destroy him.”

Brian chuckled again, fingers tugging at the fabric of your shirt, raising it above your head and throwing it to the side. The rest of your clothes were gone in only a few more moments until you were bare in front of them. Brian was the only one with clothes still on, the sweatpants sitting low on his hips, fabric doing very little to hide or restrain his hard-on.

“Come here, you little minx,” Brian mumbled. “Lay down in front of Tim. Put his mouth to work for me while I get him ready.”

You were following his instructions without even thinking, sliding into the bed in front of the man without hesitation. Tim’s face rose, cheeks flushed red with the need for stimulation, and he leaned forward, trying to get closer to you in any way he could. He grumbled as the restraints kept him relatively in place, but you granted him one favor before you made him work. You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his gently. Any hesitation the man usually showed seemed to be thrown out the window at the moment as he practically devoured you, tongue pressing in as quickly as allowed and face pressing forward to get as close as possible.

You whined lowly as he sucked on your tongue, not expecting the action, but definitely not against it. When you pulled away, he chased your lips, only stopping as Brian’s hand wrapped around his throat from behind, pulling him back as you situated yourself in front of him.

“Gonna be a good boy, Tim,” Brian questioned.

He nodded the best he could against his hold. “Yes, yes, I- I will, daddy.”

Brian smirked and then pushed Tim’s head down forcefully, straight between your legs. “Then be a good boy and eat .”

Tim obeyed, mouth falling open and tongue pressing against your folds before finding your clit and sucking hard . You keened against him before pushing his head away, startled by the sudden stimulation. “Be nicer, baby, c’mon.” Tim groaned but dove back in when you let go of his head, eager to taste as much as he could.

You gripped his hair as he moved, whining into the air lowly. Brian’s eyes were trained on the two of you, making you feel a bit self-conscious, but he distilled any fear in one motion as he leaned over Tim, full body covering his and pulling your head to his to kiss you heavily, successfully trapping Tim between the two of you. Tim’s breath was heavy against you, pulling back for just a second to lave his tongue across the inside of your thighs before diving back in. Brian’s mouth pressed to yours again and again, grinning as your mouth opened, breathy moans exchanged to him instead of proper movements. He leaned back for a moment before bumping his forehead against yours and placing a kiss on your cheek.

Then, you heard the most delicious sound - Tim moaning loudly into your core as Brian’s fingers finally pressed into him. Fuck, when had he gotten lube? You didn’t care because Brian’s pulled his fingers out before surging back in and Tim whined so loudly you thought you might cum just from that.

Tim pulled back, gasping for breaths as Brian began a steady rhythm, two fingers pressing in over and over, leaning down to kiss the man’s back, freehand toying with the ropes he had tied so nicely. “Uh-uh,” Brian chided, stopping knuckles deep inside the man before using his free hand to push Tim towards me again. “You stop and I stop, baby.” Tim whimpered but pressed his tongue to your clit again before running down, digging his tongue into your opening, nose bumping against you just enough to give a good amount of friction. You sighed, eyeing Brian again. “He doin’ good?”

You nodded, letting your head rest against the headboard. “Yeah, he’s doing good. So, so good.”

Tim let out a choked sound as Brian sped his movements up in response. “Doing good enough to cum,” he questioned, the other hand moving to grip the other man’s cock, giving a few strokes in time with his fingers thrusting.

Tim’s movements, though sloppy, sped up at the question as well, his breathy, little moans getting louder and louder. You gripped his hair particularly tight as his teeth grazed your clit before he wrapped his lips around it. “Oh, fuck, yes. Yes. ”

Brian chuckled, but it sounded strained. “Is that for me or him?”

You pulled Tim’s face impossibly closer, grinding into him. “Fuck, let him cum if I can, too.”

“Of course, baby,” Brian cooed. “Cum all over his face. Make a mess, slut.”

You cried out as you came, the coil in your stomach snapping, head thrown back in pleasure. Tim made a pained noise at your grip only for it to be followed by a deep groan as he came, spurting all over your bedsheets. He didn’t stop his mouth, though it slowed significantly, until you pushed him away, both of you panting harshly.

After you pushed him away, Brian quickly pulled him back, using the ropes to drag him up so his back was to the taller man’s chest. “Gimme a taste,” Brian murmured before pulling him into a deep, open-mouthed kiss.

You watched through half-lidded eyes, Brian’s hand gripping Tim’s stomach while both of their mouths pressed into each other, the pink of Brian’s tongue sliding against Tim’s bottom lip before diving into the cavern. You let your gaze trail down, the man fully exposed, forced onto his knees. It was a pretty sight, his chest heaving, back arched into the other, the hair that seemed to cover so much of him. Brian had always liked to stay fully smooth, but Tim was a burly man, thick with muscle and fat, everything accentuated with that dark body hair. Even having just cum, he was already half-hard again, cock twitching as Brian gripped particularly tight.

When they finally pulled away from each other, Tim leaned his head back, letting it rest against Brian’s shoulder while Brian cut his eyes to you. He seemed to think for a moment before a shit-eating grin covered his face.

“What,” you questioned as his eyes trailed down your body, thumb rubbing against Tim’s stomach as he thought, Tim’s cock jumping in response.

Brian hummed, pressing the smallest kiss to Tim’s neck before speaking. “You ready?”

You were confused, but you nodded nonetheless. What did he have planned? Brian gently lowered Tim back down before grabbing both of your ankles and pulling you rough until you were face to face with the brunette, his breath fanning across your face. You grinned at him, hands raising to hold his cheeks as he closed his eyes, obviously already tired but happy. “Hi, baby,” you cooed to him as Brian fumbled around for a moment. He opened his eyes at the noise, nuzzling into your palms, clearly out of it, and then closed them again. God, how long had Brian been teasing him?

You made a confused noise as the man in question reached around the other to your waist, using one hand to lift you a bit, just enough to slide a pillow underneath your hips. You situated yourself against it so it was down comfortably before looking up to Brian. What now?

Brian’s hands danced around Tim’s hips for a moment before digging into the flesh and pushing him against you, cock resting just above your heat. Tim whined at the motion, eyes opening slowly. “Wha-”

“Get in her, darlin’.” Brian manhandled Tim again, using his hands to feel out where to go, one hand pressing to Tim’s hips and the other around him, against your heat, thumb pressing to your clit. Your body jerked at the feeling, making him chuckle. Tim was still for a moment before slowly sliding forward, hips pressing forward until he filled you completely, both of you moaning at the feeling.

He stilled once he was fully inside, head hanging as he huffed quietly. Brian met your gaze again and winked before disappearing behind Tim for a moment. Tim made a low noise, confused, and then strangled groan, folding over himself and onto you, shaking harshly in your hold. “F-fuck, fuck, fuck,” he repeated, whimpering and then groaning again. “Holy Jesus fucking christ.”

You giggled at the words, peeking over his shoulder to see what had him feeling so good. The question was answered pretty quickly at the sight of Brian’s hips flush against Tim’s, hands digging into the flesh of his ass to admire the way he stretched him out. “That’s a good fuckin’ boy,” Brian drawled out, and you watched in awe as he pulled his hips back, relishing in the sound Tim made, before snapping back harshly, using enough force to have Tim rocking into you.

“Fuck, daddy, too much, it’s too much. I- I can’t- I-” Brian repeated the motion, the slow pullback followed by the snap, and you gasped as Tim’s eyes gathered with tears at the overstimulation. How fucking long had Brian teased him? “ Mommy!” Tim’s mouth parted, drool spilling across your neck, visibly straining against the restraints his arms were in. “Fuck, please, mommy, daddy, please, fuck .” His words were slurred together, almost incomprehensible as Brian settled his hands on the man’s hips, moving him to fuck himself back onto Brian and into you.

Brian leaned over him again, still rocking the man’s hips, and you stifled a moan as he went around Tim to kiss you again, this time, the three of you pressed so tightly together you thought you might suffocate, but oh, what a heavenly way to go. Brian let go of Tim, letting the man still for just a moment, before he began thrusting again, slamming his hips into Tim so forcefully that the slaps echoed around the room and Tim struggled to keep himself still, rocking into you again and again enough to have you wrap your arms around him, nails digging under the ropes to leave scratch marks on his back. The brunette let out such pathetic little sounds, words slurring from his tongue but complete gibberish by the time they were out. After a while, he gave up, letting his mouth half-heartedly suck on your neck, more slobber than anything as he whimpered and whined, Brian’s grunts and your moans filling the empty space.

“I knew this would be a good - fuck - a good idea,” Brian growled out, seemingly in a trance as his rhythm picked up in speed just the slightest. “So fucking pretty like this - the both of you. God, my little whores, so pretty, so fucking slutty.”

Before either of you registered it, Brian gripped the front of Tim’s throat and violently forced him up so his face wasn’t buried in your neck anymore. Tim unconsciously thrusted at the movement, a gargled moan spilling from his lips with the drool that fell down his neck. “Feel good, boy?”

Tim nodded quickly. “Fee-feels- feels so -so fucking g-good - so- fuck- so good, so good, so good.” Tears were streaming down his face. “Feel so good, daddy, good, good, good, good.” He cut himself off with a whine. “ Mommy - mommy feels good, feels- nngh - I-”

You would have laughed at his predicament if you could, but all you could focus on was how the words went straight to your core, forcing you closer and closer to your impending orgasm.

“I need- cum - cum - I need to cum, please, please, daddy, fuck, please. ”

And, god, you wanted to cum at the sound of his voice, but first, you wanted him to, needed him to release it all before you did, wanted to feel him fall apart as you came, but you were so close already. You bit back a moan as he blabbered on, pleas and begs for Brian to let him cum continuing in a mess of garbled, half-understandable words. He was right there, so close, and you reached your hands up to his face, pulling him close to kiss, just to get him to be quiet for a moment, but he was unresponsive, only whimpering and moaning into your mouth as you tried to kiss him.

You let out a low gasp for air as you pulled back, squirming uncomfortably as you tried to keep from cumming as Brian fucked into him particularly hard before pulling Tim’s hips in that controlling motion all over again, forcing him to fuck himself. "C'mon, Tim, cum for mommy, yeah?" You cooed the words so gently, fingers tracing his face as he opened and closed his eyes blearily. "Want you to fill me up."

"Don't you fucking dare, Tim." Brian's hand gripped the man's hair before roughly pulling, forcing him to arch his back into him, a whine spilling from his lips. "I did not give you permission.”

You leaned forward, stretching a bit uncomfortably, mouth open and tongue pressing to his chest. He shuddered at the feeling, flexing his arms again as he tried to fight the restraints. Your hands gripped his waist over Brian’s hands, coaxing him as close as possible while not messing with the other’s rhythm. "Come on, baby, cum for me. I want you to cum. Cum in mommy."

"Yeah, well, daddy's telling you no." Brian pressed his mouth to Tim’s neck, the man shaking fiercely at this point. “Are you really going to disobey me?”

You giggled nefariously, breathing the next question into his skin. “Are you really going to disobey me ?”

You wrapped your mouth around his nipple, and then, he was gone, blabbering endlessly as he came, crying even harsher, shaking his head. “I’m sorry- sorry- sss-sorry- I can’t- I- fuck - please-” His voice cracked, but Brian was quick to silence him with a kiss, one that he actually reciprocated this time. You gasped at the feeling of his cum filling you, warmth coating your insides and slipping down to the sheets below as he rutted helplessly. You came, then, grinning at the way he sobbed into Brian, overstimulation the only thing on his mind as you dug your nails into the backs of Brian’s hands, head thrown back and body tense as waves crashed over you, running down your fingertips and making your toes curl almost uncomfortably.

Brian made the softest noise at the feeling of your nails, opening his eyes and pulling away from the kiss to watch as you came apart underneath them. He grumbled a soft, “fucking shit,” hips faltering, snapping forward, and then stuttering again before he groaned deeply. “Goddamnit,” he grumbled as he took a few ragged breaths, letting Tim fall down to you again, the brunette probably not even recognizing the change in position as he gasped for breath, eyes closed. “Wanted to last a bit longer, but fuck,” Brian continued, “y’all are gonna fucking kill me.”

You giggled in the post-orgasm haze, grinning up at him. “It was your idea, B. Can’t be mad at us for that.”

He chuckled. “No. No, I cannot. You okay down there?”

He leaned over Tim a bit, and you patted the blonde’s face affectionately. “I don’t think I’m the one you have to be worried about right now.”

Tim looked asleep at this point from where he rested. “He’s been through worse,” Brian replied. “And he knows his limits. He’s fine.” Tim grumbled but didn’t say anything, nuzzling his face into your collarbone. Brian leaned back, and then Tim let out a disappointed noise as he pulled out. “Oh, shut up, Tim,” he laughed, “I’m going to go get the shower running, and then I’ll untie you.” He opened the door, and you watched with eager eyes as he left, taking in the sight of him nude and standing to where you could see all of him. Beautiful.

Once he had disappeared, you shuffled quietly, laughing quietly as Tim grumbled again, shifting until he pulled out of you, both of you gasping at the feeling, and then he shifted around the best he could until he was laid on your chest instead.

“Are you okay there, baby,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. “Looks like he put you through a bit.”

You could feel Tim smile at the question, and he nodded just barely. His voice was raspy as he spoke. “I’m perfect.”

You grinned. “Yeah, you are.”

Brian returned, keeping his word of untying the brunette who stayed unresponsive for the most part, his only movement being to wrap his arms around you when they were finally freed, pulling you impossibly close. Then, after his legs were free, Brian slowly ushered the two of you to the shower with him, having to practically carry Tim even as the man grumbled that ‘I don’t need no help, dammit, I can walk just fine,’ only to practically collapse when Brian let go.

It was silent in the shower, just the two of you holding Tim up, Brian having to hold you just a bit a few times when you moved a particular way. The only thoughts that occupied your mind at the moment were ‘I really need to get a bigger shower ’ only to go ‘maybe not’ as the three of you pressed closer, shuffling around a few times to get properly cleaned, forced together.

Finally, you were collapsed on the bed, you just threw an extra cover on the bed until you could properly clean the sheets. Tim had passed out as soon as his head hit the covers, squished between both you and Brian, you cuddled to his chest and Brian wrapped around his back. Sometimes surprising was good, you supposed.

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lemonhobgoblin · 3 years ago

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Softer than the Summer Night

Mothman X (gender neutral) Reader

Length: 2k

Genre: Slight NSFW & Fluff

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"Stay don't move please," you wearily voiced into the dark.

When you spoke it worsened the strain you were feeling, your face contorted in discomfort. Even the thought of being moved was enough to get you squirming and whining. On your aching knees, hunched over, knuckles turning lighter in color, and eyes fixed ahead.

The sounds of the city outside your home were overshadowed by your ragged breath. All you could hear was breath and beating heart. You couldn't endure this any longer. You knew you couldn’t stay like this forever. You desperately wanted to move and finish what you started, and backing out now was far from being a feasible option.

"Fuck." Feeling a slight slip up on the other end. You physically couldn't take much more of this.

Your grip on the material you had bunched in your hands was loosening, and your reign on things was beginning to drastically falter.

"O fuck me" you breathed out frustrated, resting your head against a wooden frame. You could feel yourself getting tuckered out from this ordeal, feeling yourself becoming flushed with a light layer of sweat coating your skin. This was a good time as any now and fully let go. Knees and thighs sore from holding your still form, you began to move, releasing yourself of this hold.

"Ahhhh," you moaned out, watching in disbelief as the blanket slipped off the chair. Frustrated you threw yourself back onto the cool floor. You wasted your time doing that for nothing.

Heated at how the fabric refused to stay in place no matter how much you adjusted it. You flopped onto the hard floor to cool down. The cool ground felt refreshing on your steamy body. You didn't even want to look at it at the fort at the moment. Knowing you would just give up if you tried again immediately. You decided to rest your eyes and give yourself some time to collect yourself. Giving yourself some time before getting back to work on it.

Why wouldn’t it stay when you wanted it to stay.

Perhaps you should've just waited for your partner to bring you the supplies and figure out what to do from there. Of course, you being you, you got a little impatient eager.

It wasn’t a minute till you felt a presence hovering over you- watching.

Cracking open your eyes, you saw standing over you was a large humanoid moth-like creature looking down upon your disheveled form. Holding a batch of items in his arms, curiously staring at you. Tilting his head, confused as to why you were on the floor and.. sweaty?

"Hey, you grabbed the stuff I asked for?" You asked. Not wanting to get into the details as to why you were down on the ground defeated.

He nodded.

"Cool, well just give me a minute more. I'm almost done here. I still need to fix some things." Launching yourself back into a sitting position, getting back to work on keeping the blanket in place, only for it to slip off the wooden dining chair again.

Groaning over the fact that you were making a fool of yourself- especially in front of Mothman. He shouldn’t have to see in all your shame. Meantime, Mothman was just standing there completely unaware of what's going on still, but content to be part of it.

Internally wallowing to yourself, unsure whether you should continue or throw yourself into your half-done structure and call it a night.

Then it hit you.

Recalling that you asked for Mothman to bring duct tape. Looking back, scanning through the items within his arms. You successfully spotted the tape that was cradled within his right arm.

"Can you pass me that duct tape in your arms?" you pointed.

"No, not that"

"it's right there. That's not it."

Redirecting him and pointing out what you wanted, only to end up playing a guessing game. Sifting through each item, and saying no to everything he held out. How he was able to get the supplies you asked for? You'll never know.

After the first ten items, Mothman dropped all the material onto the floor with a thud. Thinking it would be easier to get what you wanted. Unsurprised, you stared at the pile straight lip. “No problem that is just as effective."

Crawling to the pile in the middle living room of your home, to grab the roll of tape.

What started as a calm night alone, became a little date night-with Mothman coming over uninvited. This wasn't uncommon he did this quite often, but you never turned him down always glad to welcome him in. That and also the fact you didn't want a seven-foot monster outside your window scratching at your window like a stray cat begging to be let in and draw attention to himself.

Bringing you up to speed now, putting together a fort. Clearly, rusty, it's been some time since you made a blanket fort. It wasn't your fault, you were always busy to do anything like this. Even if you did have the time, it just never occurred to you to do so after a long day of work. Usually, the closest thing to this, is you grabbing a throw blanket and pillow onto the floor with maybe some plushies and calling it a day.

But with Mothman in the picture, you had to get creative with things to do at home. Meaning you coming up with indoor activities and not go out in public at all. So no causal stroll by the park, or popping into a nice establishment and chat. As amusing it would be going out, you couldn’t do that for Mothman’s safety and especially those around. Leaving you both to see each other deep in the wilderness at night, in the abandoned TNT facility where the Cryptid resided and here in your home.

And you both managed to keep each other occupied- getting into ridiculous shenanigans. There wasn’t a day you were bored of one another’s company, even when you both had nothing to do. It was always a good time. And today was any different.

Tapping down the blanket against stile of the chair and now the moment of truth. Removing your hands and...

It didn’t move. It stayed.

“Finally!” throwing your arms up in triumph. Behind you, Mothman watched your mini victory pose. Unsure what you were doing with your arms in the air he mimicked your gesture.

“Alright, just a few more things.” Walking back to the heap on the ground, pushing and gathering all of it into the fort to do some final touch-ups. Leaving Mothman to awkwardly put his arms down as you disappeared inside.

Decorating and organizing the interior of the fort, striving to make it as pleasant and comfy as possible. Knowing that Mothman probably hasn't experienced this before. You wanted this to be perfect. Well as perfect as you could, given that you already used tape.

Amid you’re scrambling, a curious and impatient Mothman wanted a quick glimpse, to get a clue to what you were doing. He figured it was shelter, but why make another within your home.

As quiet as he could, he tried to lower himself onto all fours - to sneakily get a peek inside. Unfortunately, due to his large stature mixed with the old floorboard, you were alerted of him snooping by the sound of squeaky floorboards.

“Not yet." You said, popping, catching him off guard, in the act.

Surprised he just looked down, pretending he was looking at something interesting. Squinting your eyes, you went back inside.

Once you were back inside, he was back to his antics, and once more you heard his attempt. "Not yet" you reminded, poking out once more before going back in.

Of course, that didn't stop. He tried his hand again and you knew him too well, you were quick to scold him from inside without having to peer out.

Startled, his antennas and the fur on his body puffed out. How do you see him? Looking around to see if you were behind him or somewhere else in the room. Are you still in there? A valid reason for him to look inside now, he chirped eagerly. “Nice, try. I’m still in here and you can’t come in yet,” you announced.

Defeated, he deflated and resigned himself to sitting on the floor picking at the rug. Fortunately, he didn't have too long.

"Okay, you can come in" you called out.

You were content with the work you did both inside and out; well mostly inside. A couple of plush blankets laid on the ground with pillows lined against the walls of the interior and little something extra strung around. But there was still a good amount of space, that even Mothman could probably fit inside. Reaching for the electric lantern, to illuminate the area. You heard shuffling behind you- figuring it was the Cryptid making himself comfortable.

Lantern in hand you turned right around, the light flicking on, and was greeted with misjudgment.

Guess not you thought.

Seated smack dab in the middle, Mothman had unceremoniously become a support beam for the structure. His head pitching up the sinking portion of the blanket up. Clearly, this wasn’t large enough.

"I thought this would be big enough." You huffed to yourself.

You felt positive this was big enough, thinking to yourself - trying to see how you could fix this. Whereas Mothman just did his own thing and took matters into his own hands.

"Maybe if you-“You trailed off, watching him crawl further inside before rolling onto his back, laying his head against a pillow you set near the walls of the fort - stretching his legs across the entire interior and his feet simply hanging out from the entrance. “Or that. That's fine too."

Inching closer to him, you noted his pleasant demeanor, his chest rising steadily as he breathed in deeply, his fur ruffling up and flattening back as he exhaled. His limbs going completely slack, his muscles loosened. He was completely at ease.

“Comfy?” you teased.

He chirped in response.

"Well, I'm about to up the ante," you crawled over across his torso, reaching for a switch just near him.

"1,2,3" with a click, the interior light up with a soft warm golden glow of fairy lights strewn about all over. Though it may be cheap lighting, its beautifully sparkling bulbs filled the area with a warm, cozy atmosphere as well giving you a sense of awe just as it did for Mothman.

"Do you like it?" You asked.

Sitting up with wide eyes, Mothman gazed on with the utmost sense of wonder, transfixed on the lights and nothing else. As if he was in a world of his own. This wasn’t anything new, honestly, this was one of the first things you noticed when you first met him. And you’ve seen his habit time and time again. But you could never grow tired of it. It was quite adorable.

"I’m assuming so.” You chuckled.

Your laugh snaked its way into his enraptured mind, knocking him out of his trance. He stared at you, nearly forgetting you were there. As luminous and beautiful as the light was, there was something missing.

It didn't take long for you to catch Mothman's sudden change in behavior-still as statue and eyes locked on you.

"Mothman?"

Without giving you a chance to ask, he moved toward you, lifting you from your spot like some common house cat with ease; body slack and no resistance. He placed you right in his lap, before laying back with you laying on top of him-your back against his chest.

This was a surprise but not an unwelcome one. You shifted into a more comfortable position, Flipping over onto your stomach, propping your head up with one hand while the other lightly stroke at his chest- you peered down at him. "Better?"

Mothman sunk further in his spot, completely in bliss, and if that wasn't proof enough Mothman purred even louder in pure content. Now it was perfect. Wrapping his arms around you, hugging you closer to him-making you rest your head on him. You smiled, digging your head further into his plush chest.

He finally realized what you made, it was a nest for the both of you. Thats why you were so eager to make this. He couldn't wait to put this fort to good use. But seeing how hard you work on this, he could only guess how tired you were after put this together. So he'll let you rest.

The strong vibration from his purring perforated through your body. Whatever tension or stress you had melted away. It was enough to slowly lull into a nice slumber.

Well there go your movie plans in here. But that was okay because this was better.

Together you both laid there in silence. The beat of his heart keeping in rhythm with yours along with the ambiance of the city outside your home. The feeling of his chest rising and falling with you. Sheltered under a flimsy but cushiony fort. You eventually succumbing to sleep while Mothman stayed up to keep watch - enjoying whatever time he had left with you till heading out before dawn. Until the next night, when you could see each other again. So for now, you both held each other in each other's arms on this soft summer night.

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A/N: Thanks for Reading!! <3

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do-you-think-im-spoopy · 2 years ago

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I mean, who doesn't love a heavy-handed metaphor? 🤪

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Wall

The fact that I'm well aware that I'm shooting holes in our wall does little to deter me from doing it. We're both exhausted and he's grouchy and I'm honestly sick of the attitude. Our guards are up and down. The threadbare spots allow light to shine through.

Plus I always want him even more when we're fighting because...well... there's something wrong with me but that's another matter for another day.

So when he snaps at me again I'm feeling destructive. I consider the wall and how scary it would be to take it down. I think about how much pleasure lay behind it. And then I load up my verbal ammo, take aim...and shoot. Testing the strength of our wall. Testing the fragility of it. Knowing full well that it's held together by nothing but duct tape and denial at this point.

"You're in a bad mood, Mulder. Maybe you need to get laid."

The silence is suffocating in the aftermath and I know I've finally done it this time. Pushed the wall too hard. Talked about the thing we don't talk about. The thing we shouldn't. The one thing that still separates us. The one thing that keeps us from completely consuming one another. I admit to myself that I'm terrified.

I open my mouth to apologize but then I'm shoved up against the wall. The actual, non-metaphorical wall. The dingey motel wall that separates our rooms. His hand curled up in the back of my hair, his lips on my ear "Mmm. Be careful, Scully." A delicious warning.

The wall is in shambles, nothing but kindling, and we're living fire. I know that I started this but he's taken a sledgehammer to it at my prompting. He drags the tip of his nose down my neck and inhales deeply, animalistic, and God help me, I whimper.

It's warm and hard where his hips press into mine and I'm losing my footing. Metaphorically. And literally. He tightens an arm around my waist as his lips pepper dangerous little kisses from my cheek to my neck and back again. Avoiding my lips. Not wanting to be the one to take down the wall once and for all. Because he's made most of the holes in it up until now and it's my turn.

"How's that common sense holding up?" He says into my ear, his voice gravel. I hiss at the feeling and grab the back of his shirt, pulling him tighter against me, flames surge around us.

Knowing him and his memory that's some reference to something I've said to him at some point but my brain is beyond function and honestly I prefer it that way at the moment. If I think too hard I'll stop this and that's the last thing I want to do.

Wandering hands slowly pull my blouse from where's it's tucked into my slacks and just the soft brush of his knuckles against the bare skin of my back is too much. When it's joined by a quick swipe of his tongue against my throat I'm done for. I grab his beautiful face in my hands. My eyes hungrily taking in those plump lips. My fingertips following.

I'm crumbling. The wall is crumbling. The wall is crumbling. The actual wall is crumbling. Plaster falls into my hair and shoulders and I finally come to. Mulder steps back just long enough to take stock of the situation before grabbing my arm to steady us because apparently the floor is shaking and it's not just me.

"It's an earthquake," my brain who finally decided to rejoin me chimes in.

"An earthquake," he echos, "in Florida?"

I cock an eyebrow at his tone.

"I told you there was something more going on here!" He snaps.

"Can we fight about this somewhere safe?!" I snap back walking towards the door and pulling him with me outside into the still night.

The ground is motionless. Everything seems normal. I whip my head around at him in question but he just smirks and shrugs as if to say "Must be an X-File" but at least he leaves it unsaid.

I go back into my mysteriously wrecked room and slam the door. Paint and plaster rains down. A bit obvious as far as metaphors go if we're being honest.

Mulder opens the door and walks in behind me, closing it gently behind him. At least one wall completely destroyed now. The look in his eyes is determined and dangerous and perfect.

His lips are on mine before I can speak.

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So this came to me during my rewatch and I'm re-examining the whole ship with my adult eyes and I'm trying to figure out why it took them so long to come together physically when they very obviously loved each other for a long time and were also attracted to each other and I think it boils down to 2 major things. A. Fear of ruining their friendship/partnership and B. Fear of being consumed/losing everything. They don't date other people and they don't allow each other to date other people. If they were only friends/partners, they would. This behavior is bizarre. They confess their love for each other constantly not even just through actions but through words. But the physical is kept just out of reach. I think once they realize that nothing could ever really come between them they switch to a different excuse and it's fear of being everything to each other. They've already lost so much between them. And if they give in and take down this final barrier in this intense almost supernatural soul connection they have they'll be too vulnerable to losing everything if they lose each other. Anyway I just had to get this out of my head.

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fnf-amateur-writing · 3 years ago

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Hey! It’s Fox again! How are you doing? I just started school back up today, so I’ve been busy Xp.

Think you would be cool with writing some Pico with an s/o who is a writer, and tends to ask him about things like “hey, how long does it take someone to bleed out” or other things like that?

I understand if you don’t feel like it, and I hope you’re having fun 😊

🦊

Hello again Fox, I'm doing quite well rn. I'm cool with your prompt, especially since I need more writing material anyways.

Took me a while, because I didn't want to do a hc, but rather come up with a oneshot with a little twist to the style. Well, hope it works well.

Good luck with school, mate!

TW: Mentions of violence, swearing, slight sexual reference, and crime.

Pico with a writer S/O who asks him strange questions

Prologue:

On a chilly autumn morning, you were sitting out on your patio with a laptop and a mug of your favourite beverage next to you. Whenever you looked up, you could see the warm coloured leaves fall as the breeze accompanied you. The whole scene was an aesthetic.

When your boyfriend, Pico, came outside to see this, he knew that the nice environment you surrounded yourself with meant one thing. "You're back in your writing space already. Heh, with that bestseller you published, I thought you were comfy taking a break." You simply smiled and said, "can't waste the inspiration rush I got right now."

Pico had a good point though, with your rising popularity as an author, you were near set to retire before turning fourty. But you wish you weren't given all of the credit, since your boyfriend's stories of his dodgy job has occasionally sparked some ideas for your stories. However the books you wrote in the past were usually meant for the young adult and had few mature themes. This time, you thought maybe it's time to garner extra inspiration from those stories.

You were met with some disappointment when you realised that your mug was empty, only a drop entering your mouth. "Here, babe, I'll ya some more," Pico said, taking your mug and walking inside. "Quick question," you stopped him. "Yeah?"

"What would be the best place for a murder cemetery?"

"... What?"

Chapter 1:

"So you're doing some story about the police hunting down a mass murderer?"

"Pretty much."

"And to think you were gonna write Pixar's next script. Aight' I respect that." Pico takes a seat next to you with a refill of your drink placed next to your favourite writing laptop. "Thanks, Pico. But yeah, I want to branch out to something edgier, and I think you can help too."

"Let me show you what I've got so far." You showed him some of your notes in a little notepad document, detailing the story thus far and your current plans for this chapter. "Oh, that's it? Just looks like boring police preparation mainly," Pico commented. "Yeah, it's not much right now. But it'll get juicy later." "And bloody?" "And bloody."

"Welp, I'm gonna head back in," Pico got up, "let me know if you need anything." He head back inside, closing the door, but then opened it almost immediately afterwards. Pico stuck his head out, "by the way, the guy should use some strong alcohol or something to throw off those sniffer dogs."

Chapter 2:

"And then, because they used a silencer, the police don't immediately notice the--"

"Nope! I'm calling bullshit (Y/N)!" Pico had suddenly interrupted your explanation of the scene you were currently working on. "Silencers can help prevent some hearing loss, sure, but they're not magic."

"Alright," you reply, "no silencer, but the killer still has to kill in a way to not get blood on them, so I thought shooting and killing them from a distance would work." "Well, they're alone. Instead, have the guy get shanked in the neck or something, and have the killer use a plastic bag as a glove. It saved my ass one time."

"Woah!" you exclaimed with a giggle, "you used a knife once? What happened to my trigger happy boyfriend, huh? That's pretty sus."

"I forgot to reload the Uzis, alright?"

"What an impostor would say."

Chapter 3:

"What would be the best way to muffle the scream of someone you kidnapped?"

You two were sitting on the couch together watching a show. You didn't have your laptop on you, so Pico didn't expect you to still be thinking about that book. "I can't say from experience, really," he said as he paused the show. "However, shove a rag in their mouth and duct tape it in, and you should be good."

"Thanks Pico, also one more thing." "Yeah?" "What if our killer also wanted to..." God, this one was gonna be awkward, but you had to say it or else no help. "You know, cut off this victim's willy. How would you do that?"

"Wai-wha-uh-ga," Pico started fumbling his words like never before. He stopped, then took a deep breath. "YO, WHAT THE FUCK?!" "It'll make sense in the story later, I promise!" You watch Pico begin to lose it, breaking into laughter. "Ladies, gentlemen, and others," Pico dramatically stood up, pulling a little Showcaster impression and directing his arms towards you, "my famous 'young' adult novelist partner!"

Chapter 4:

It was in the dead of night, but you awoke to Pico on his phone. His vpn was on and Tor was up. As per usual, he was checking up on his little hitman service, where others could request for a certain someone's guts to fly if they paid him a hefty sum first. Though tired, you ound this to be the best time to ask him some more questions.

"Pico, how do those sites work?"

"Oh, you're awake," Pico blankly stated, sleepy too. But he still answered you. "Basically, some anonymous rich guys in the area give me money and a target, then I just do the thing and send a mission accomplished email." "Do they pay you in person?" "Nah, we use always use Bitcoin. It's a lot harder to trace than real money."

"Thanks Pico. Goodnight," you wish him, yawning and going back to sleep. "You too... So this guy is a hit man too?" "Hush. Tomorrow." "Okay." Pico puts his phone away, leaving it on a nightstand. You then spoon the night away, peacefully thinking of murder as you drifted off.

Chapter 5:

On a morning similar to before, you two sat on the patio with your drinks and laptop at the ready. Pico watched rather awkwardly as you typed away, wondering why you haven't entertained him with another question yet.

"You gonna ask anything else?" "What? Oh, nah," you plainly state. Inevitable, sure, but he was kind of saddened. He liked being able to share his messed up wisdom. "So, you're done?" "Almost." You turn to look at him, "want the spoilers?" Pico smiled, "sure thing."

In the novella you and Pico crafted together, the main character is a cop who hunts down a killer. They eventually notice that there would be two murders at a time for unknown reasons. Well, it was unknown until one victim had left up a dark web hit man for hire site. They that the hit man not only kills the target, but the client as a hidden price for the service.

And any request will be fulfilled, according to the hit man's site.

"Do they catch 'em?" Pico asked. "Well, ANY request is granted. So, if our hero were to... hire him to kill himself..."

"No way!"

"He did. They find both of their bodies in his bedroom."

Pico was a bit impressed with the ending you came up with, but then he remembered something. "Why did that guy get his thing cut off?" "Lol, I forgot," you giggled. "He sent a message to the hit man, saying he wishes the target would choke on his dick."

"That's my favourite part."

Epilogue:

After everything was finished up, you sent the book off to your editor. After the initial joy of knowing how the story ended, you saw that Pico was still in thought. "What's up with you?" "Oh nothing, well it's just... I'm probably just biased, being that I'm a bit of a hitman myself, but it's kind of sad to see the guy go."

"Then I should spoil the epilogue I came up with." Rather than being excited, Pico nervously asked, "what's an epilogue?" He didn't get an answer, only you staring at him. "Sorry, school held too many bad memories for me to pay attention."

"Anyways," you continue, "the rest of the police gang did some background checks, and find that our killer was a normal guy with no criminal history."

"Penilian?"

"No. But I did decide to take a more supernatural approach here. Somewhere across the country, another string of double homicides occur and that site is active once more. And the story kind of repeats itself."

"Penilian."

"You joker," you give him a playful little kiss on the cheek, one that definitely caught him off guard. "So is it canon?" Pico smirked. "Nah, just thanking you for being my cute little co-author." "Oh," Pico started, "so we're flirtin' now, huh. Come here babe!" He tackled you onto the ground, giving you several kisses in exchange.

"Actually, I think we call that 'making out'," you chuckle out, flustered. "But that doesn't mean I said stop'!" You pull him in for more, accidentally bonking your heads together rather painfully. "Nice double kill there, (Y/N)."

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dailyunsolvedmysteries · 3 years ago

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Kidnapping of Jayme Closs

Jayme Lynn Closs (b. July 13, 2005) is the only child of James and Denise Closs of Barron, Wisconsin. On October 5, 2018, Jake Patterson drove to the Closs home to kidnap Jayme Closs. Activity in the home deterred him, as he was afraid he would leave witnesses. Patterson made a second attempt two days later but again aborted for the same reason. On October 15, he made a third visit, this time armed with a shotgun. Shortly before 12:53 a.m, Patterson parked his car at the end of the driveway. Wearing a black coat and ski mask, he approached the front door of the home, carrying the shotgun. James Closs, 56, shone a light on Patterson through a glass pane in the front door and asked him to show him his badge. Patterson called out, "Open the fucking door!" Patterson fired once, fatally shooting Closs. Forcing his way into the house, Patterson checked every room in the house because he wanted "no witnesses left behind." He found the bathroom door locked and began shooting it down. Inside the bathroom were Denise Closs, 46, and Jayme. Denise was comforting Jayme, who was crying loudly. At 12:53 a.m., Denise Closs made a 911 call.

While Denise Closs did not speak, the operator heard a disturbance and yelling before the phone call disconnected. When the dispatcher called the number back, they reached the voicemail of Denise Closs. Patterson bound Jayme's wrists and ankles using duct tape, then fatally shot Denise Closs. He dragged Jayme outside, almost slipping on blood, placed her in the trunk of his car, and drove away. The police arrived four minutes after the 911 call. Patterson later told investigators that he pulled over 20 seconds down the road from the house. Deputies sped by with emergency lights and sirens on. Neighbors said they heard two gunshots but dismissed them since hunting was common around their homes. After arriving at his cabin, Patterson made Closs change into a different pair of pajamas, then forced her under his mattress and sealed off all exits before going to sleep.

Patterson believed that Closs was too afraid of him to make any escape attempts. He “never put special locks on doors because she wouldn’t escape.” They also slept on the same bed. Patterson would rarely let Closs out of the cabin, only for brief walks on the lawn after checking for bystanders. On the afternoon of January 10, 2019, Patterson told Closs he was leaving for a couple of hours. He put her under his bed before boxing her inside with his belongings, per his usual routine. After he departed, Closs pushed out the objects around the bed. She ran from the house wearing a light shirt, leggings, and a pair of Patterson's sneakers. Closs came across a local woman, Jeanne Nutter, walking her dog. Nutter recognized Closs from news reports and immediately took her to a neighbor's house. After police were called, Closs told them "Jake Patterson" had killed her parents, taken her, and kept her prisoner just a few houses away from her current location in the neighborhood. The neighbors described Closs as calm, quiet, dazed, and surprised that they recognized her from news coverage.

The police arrived around 4:45 p.m. and removed Closs from the area for her safety. The description Closs provided for Patterson and his vehicle enabled deputies to spot his car just minutes afterwards when Patterson drove by the house. After a deputy stopped him, Patterson exited his vehicle and said, "I did it."

A hospital admitted Closs under guard. The next morning, they released her to the custody of her aunt, Jennifer Smith. Hormel, the parent company of the Jennie-O store where Closs's parents worked, announced on January 24 that they would grant $25,000 reward money to Closs for rescuing herself.

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