#I have been inside victims homes to talk with them all of this all alone

[madigoround]

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[getmeoutofhell]

Slashers getting jealous

i hope you enjoy these!! i made them with love and care ;)

Hannibal Lecter:

yeah, whoever made him feel that way is long gone. he’ll take you, tie you down and make you watch him kill that person in a very brutal sick way. he then will go on and tell you a heart filled message, while looking you in the eyes.

“you forced my hand dear.” oh yeah, make sure you enjoy his next meal. he made it special. 🥩

Will Graham:

he will become nonchalant (no joke), he will stop being him for a minute to process his emotions and how to deal with them. he’ll also become a rude bitch. not just to them, but to you as well.

“how would that make you feel?” he may even roll his eyes. soon, that person will come up missing. 🌪️

Billy Loomis:

takes it to a different level even in public. he will try to embarrass that person in-front of everyone. he takes your arm and you guys leave. if you try to talk to him, he’ll ignore you until he’s ready to talk.

“i want you to stay here, with me tonight.” only later to find out that there’s been a ghost face attack…with them being the first victim. 📞

Stu Marcher:

if you think will is gonna be nonchalant, lemme tell you about this guy. not only will he go crazy if someone takes to much of your time, he then will not talk to you for a little bit, which upsets you ofc.

“i think you should just stay away from that guy.” you can imagine what stu will do from there…📞

Micheal Myers:

death. just death. since he’s a lot older than you (probably) he won’t even waste time trying to explain that he’s jealous. he’ll just go and kill them.

you can feel him staring at you under his mask. very creepy. 🔪

Valak:

wow, valak? being jealous? not a change. now, let’s say you were trying to summon another demon. now we’re taking. as i say in all my post he’s very sneaky. which means not only will he banish that demon, he’ll also banish you as well.

have fun in hell with him. forever. 🪞

Art the Clown:

if you expect art to not get jealous you must be mistaken dear. he’s a man child, a big baby. but when he gets mad, he’s mad. he’ll take you and tie you in a chair. then, he peels the victims skin off piece by piece while laughing without a care.

he will later surprise you with a heart …a human heart. 💉

Malthus:

dealing with a demon such as him will not end up good. also considering he’s mostly in the doll then with you. but that doesn’t stop him from seeing you interact with other people for to long.

that doll is everywhere. including that special persons home…🕯️

Ethan Landry:

will pretend everything is okay until it’s just you two alone. “why were you and them so close?” he stares deep into your soul, making you shudder. ethan is a walking mask. on the outside he’s a sweet boy. but on the inside he’s a brutal walking man.

“you stay the fuck away from her!!” as the knife digs deeper in their chest. 📞

Candyman:

he’s more calm actually. he trust you, not them. so as long as it doesn’t go to far, he’s okay with it. now, if it did go to far he’ll step in and take you away from them. he manly watches from afar tho.

“let’s head home.” let’s hope that person isn’t allergic to bees. 🐝

Pennywise (2017):

this clown didn’t understand what was happening at first. why did he feel that way? he had no idea. all he knew was that he didn’t like it, and he knew he had to do something about it. so if that requires him eating that persons chest out then so be it.

“you’re my friend. not theirs.” 🎈

Freddy Krueger:

oh my this man gets jealous so much it’s ridiculous. he’s so insecure about himself so when you find interest in anything other than him for more than 5 minutes he’s all over the place. it’s kinda sad actually.

just know they won’t be waking up ever again. 💭

[mydear-corinthian]

not you, please

synopsis - wherein the reader was kidnapped by the unsub that hotch and the team were investigating.

pairing - aaron hotchner x reader / aaron hotchner x wife!reader

warnings - ANGST w/ comfort, reader being kidnapped and tortured, blood, typical criminal minds talk/content, use of aaron and hotch separately

notes - a tad long (w.c <2300), gif & picture isn't mine, divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

main masterlist | criminal minds masterlist

"Where is she?" Hotch's deep and frustrating voice echoed throughout the interrogation room. He was alone, wanting to talk to the now-caught criminal, wanting the offender to know your whereabouts.

It's been two days since you went missing. You were just doing your usual grocery for the week not until you went to the parking lot and you felt a damped cloth covering your mouth and nose. You accidentally inhale the chemicals on it making your muscles and bones tired, and your eyes shut down completely.

When you woke up, you felt a cold metallic wrap-feeling around your wrists. Your hands were hung up while you stood; your body felt weaker than ever. As you looked down on your body, bruises and fresh scars painted all over your stomach and legs. You want to cry. Cry for the pain. Cry because you know that you won't be able to see your husband again.

Hotch came home after a long tiring work. He gently hung his suit coat on the rack as he called your name. Once he did, Hotch didn't hear an answer. He thought that you were asleep since it was already midnight. Hotch went upstairs to your shared room and knocked softly before entering. His eyes widened at the sight: the bed was empty. Hotch quickly ran downstairs, searching every room there is inside the house. Hell, he even checked the backyard.

You weren't there.

Hotch immediately grabbed his phone, dialing your number. Unfortunately, it went directly to voicemail making his heart drop.

Hi, this is (Y/n)! I'm afraid I cannot be on the phone right now. Just leave a message and I'll reply as soon as I can.

Your voice helped him a bit but it's the fact that it's just a voicemail. He cannot help but think where were you?

That's when he remembered.

Earlier in his shift, he recalled how the team got a new case. Four women were tortured and murdered with the same hair and eye color as yours.

"No, that's not possible.." Not you, please.." he thought to himself.

Hotch grabbed his car keys and drove to the BAU office right away. When he entered the office, he ran immediately and went inside the elevator. Hotch called everyone: Reid, Garcia, Morgan, J.J, Prentiss, and Rossi.

"I need you all to be here. It's an emergency." Hotch stated and dropped the call after.

After five minutes, everyone was in the conference room, standing up and looking at Hotch.

"What happened?" Morgan was the first to ask.

"(Y/n) was abducted. I suspect this morning." Hotch replied, trying to keep his composure. He may appear normal or he's showing no feelings at all but deep down, his mind is punching him with all the possibilities on where are you and what happened. Are you okay? Do you have any injuries? Or worse, are you still alive?

He knows that people who go missing die within the first 24 hours since they went missing. For the first time, Hotch disregard the statistics. He won't accept any of it.

"I am sure it has to do with the case we had this morning. (Y/n) has the same characteristics as the victims. (y/h/c) hair, (y/e/c)." Hotch added.

"Oh my god.." Garcia commented, covering her mouth in shock.

"We'll help you, Hotch," J.J. said, her eyes showing a trickle of sadness.

Everyone in the BAU loved you. They were shocked knowing that both of you were dating despite your different personalities. Whenever there was a tough case, you would give them homemade cookies— especially Emily since you know how much she loves them— and you usually wait for Aaron to finish his paperworks in his office and you chat with Spencer. Listening to all the statistics and facts that he gives. You were the one who helped J.J. during her pregnancy, you gifted her how many boxes of diapers and other baby items during her bridal shower. You learned how to make Italian dishes with Rossi and Aaron loved every single dish of them. Derek and Penelope kept on asking for dating tips and even going out and parties with them. For them, you're a part of the BAU now. You're their family.

"I'll trace her phone. To see where her last location was." Garcia immediately started, leaving the room, and went to her computer lair.

"I'll talk to the neighbors to see if they saw her." Emily and Derek said.

"I'll go and try to mark a location up," Spencer said, standing up and going to the other room.

Rossi walked towards the scared and worried Hotch, patting him on the back, "We'll find her, Aaron."

-

"Look who's awake! Took you long enough," the unsub laughed, there was a small knife in his hand.

"Let me go!" you panted, your arms wiggling against the cold and handcuffs. Tears were starting to form in your eyes.

The unsub was getting closer to you until you felt his hot breath on your neck, whispering things that you wish you could not hear. With all of your strength, you kicked his stomach making him tumble backward.

"You're a fighter, aren't you?" he laughed.

His knife trailed down to your thighs, caressing it before stabbing you. You let out a scream as you felt it pinch to your skin.

"Please— stop!" you begged.

"You know, the last person who was there in your place died," he said. "If you don't want to end up like her then behave!"

You didn't protest, you want to live. Your mouth let out a series of whimpers and sobs. The unsub laughed, showing no remorse or guilt for what he had just done he enjoyed it.

Another man came inside whatever room you were in. He wasn't in shape, unlike the man who tortured you. There you know what is happening.

Two unsubs.

One is highly intelligent; the one who plans all the murders. The other one is physically strong but has no brains. The stronger man works for the other guy.

You learned it from your husband. You let him debrief heavy cases and also Aaron gives you some tips and tricks whenever you're in a dangerous situation— which he hopes won't happen but it's better to be cautious and be prepared.

"Good job finding her, Eric. I'll go somewhere to buy more tools for this lady over here." the smarter unsub said.

Eric nodded in response, facing back to you as he smiled diabolically with a small cutter in his hands.

When his duo left, all you felt was pain when the cutter went back again to your skin, cutting you slowly. Your vision started to get woozy. You lost your balance before your whole vision started going back.

-

It's finally been 24 hours since you went missing.

Aaron was mentally and emotionally dissolved. He and the whole team were in the conference room, looking at Garcia on the small screen of the laptop, hoping to get an address or a name.

Please, Garcia.. Please

"I got an address!" Penelope shouted, making everyone including Aaron stand up.

"Where?" Aaron asked immediately, his foot tapping anxiously.

"So, I searched stores who had customers previously bought knives, ropes, cutters, and all those horrifying items," she responded. Aaron's heart sank when she mentioned those items. Torture items. "—There were a lot of people who bought it—welcome to America— but this is what I suspiciously found. I reviewed this store's CCTV footage and I kept on seeing the same man coming inside the store twice a week for almost a month who brought the same items: rope, butcher's knives, small cutters, staplers, shovels, and some.. handcuffs... What's weird is that he doesn't look like the person who is physically fit to do gardening, carpentry, digging stuff and all."

"Can you identify the man, baby girl?"

"I already did. The name is Fred Silverstone. He's 5'7 tall, white, he owns a grey Adventure pickup. He's still inside the store! The address is Building 2 Kennedy Store just by Palm Street."

As soon as the team received the address, all of them went to their SUVs and drove. Derek and Rossi were with Aaron. He wanted to drive but Rossi was faster than him. Rossi began to drive at a fast speed, trying to catch the possible unsub and you in time.

Once they arrived, Aaron didn't hesitate to run inside the store with a gun in his hand and a bulletproof vest on his chest to protect him.

"John Silverstone, freeze!" Aaron yelled, pointing his gun at him when he finally saw John about to leave the store with a cart full of torture items.

"Raise your hands where I can see them!"

John raised his hands in defeat. Derek grabbed his handcuffs behind his belt and stated the Miranda Rights with anger.

-

Hotch didn't waste his time to interrogate John. He tried screaming at him. Yell at him. Yet John didn't say a word to where are your whereabouts. Unfortunately, the man didn't speak for almost 16 hours. He was quiet. He was smart.

"Oh, you're not talking? Then let's talk about your wife. She's the stressor, right? You kidnap women with the same features as your wife because she left you. And when she tried to leave you, you killed her? Isn't that right?"

"Shut up!" John yelled. "You know, Agent.. your wife.. she's pretty." the sound of your name being mentioned lit up flames to his whole body. Jesus, he wants to punch that man right now.

"You know what I did to my wife? I strangled her before slowly but satisfactorily cutting her from head to toe in that fucking basement of her home. Who knows! Your wife will be like that in a few minutes." he laughed manically.

Hotch's anger rose even higher. A lump in his throat was starting to form. When the unsub finally gave a clue to your location, Garcia searched the house of John's ex-wife and sent the location immediately.

"You're gonna rot in prison, Silverstone." Hotch lowly said before leaving the room.

-

The team went to their respective SUVs, driving immediately. Hotch's mind was killing him—all the thoughts of you being wounded, in pain, or even seeing your lifeless body.

As soon as the team arrived, Hotch ordered everyone. Prentiss was on his left while Morgan was on his right. Morgan kicked the door harshly as the three ran towards the basement.

Once you heard footsteps and Aaron's voice, your body relaxed a little.

He's here now.

But before you could shout his name out, your body was grabbed by the remaining unsub. He locked your head with his forearm while he placed a small knife near your neck. You can feel how cold the knife was.

"FBI! Nicholas, put the knife down." Aaron said.

Aaron looked at you with fear and anxiety, all he needed was for you to come back to him safely.

"No! This is for John! I-I will make John proud by killing her without his help!" Nicholas shouted.

Prentiss was too impatient so she triggered the gun, the bullet hitting the unsub's forehead directly. His body fell, blood pooling down his head.

Your legs gave up once you were now away from his grasp. Your face was pale. You were dehydrated so much. Your injuries look severe. There was a lot of dried blood on your body while some fresh scars were seen on your thighs and stomach.

Aaron ran towards you instantly. He gently grabbed your upper body, scanning for more injuries. Tears were starting to form again in your eyes as you felt his safe touch once again.

"It's okay, honey.. I'm here. You'll be alright. Just stay awake for me, okay?" Aaron caressed your hair while looking at you with his adorable eyes. He may seem still professional but his eyes were starting to water and his voice quivered.

Unfortunately, you were too weak to speak. You only answered him with a nod.

"I need an ambulance now," Morgan called.

You looked at your husband once again. Oh, he looks good. You hate seeing him anxious or sad. How you wish you had the energy to stroke his cheek. But despite that, you felt your energy decrease. Your body starts to feel cold and your head feels light. When you looked at Aaron again, your eyesight was getting blurry. Everything felt light.

"No no, (Y/n) stay awake, please. The ambulance is coming— What is taking them so long!"

You tried. Oh, you tried to stay awake but unfortunately, darkness filled you.

-

Aaron was outside the operating room for almost 5 hours now. The team left a few hours ago, leaving him alone. He glances at his wristwatch every minute, tapping his foot anxiously as he waits for the doctor to tell him his condition. He finally cried. Tears were now falling how his face, imagining the worse responses once the doctor comes out of the operating room.

The door suddenly opened. A doctor exited the operating room, their scrubs were stained with some blood.

"For (Y/n) Hotchner?"

Aaron stood up immediately as he heard your name.

"She'll be fine," the doctor announced, a sigh of relief washing out on his body. "But she lost a lot of blood and was severely dehydrated. She's lucky to be alive. She will wake up in a few hours, Mr. Hotchner. You may visit her once the nurses will transfer her to a private room within the hour."

"Thank you, Doctor— Oh God— Thank you."

When you woke up, you were met by this bright light. You adjusted your eyes for a bit before opening them fully. You shifted your eyes to your legs and saw your husband sleeping rather uncomfortably. You called out his name softly, hoping that he'd wake up despite how quiet your voice was.

Aaron woke up and then looked at you. For the first time in 2 days, a smile was printed on his face.

"You're awake, " he said gently, standing up and kissing your forehead, stroking your hair with his fingers. "I thought I had lost you."

"I'm okay now, Aaron. I'm safe and you're with me," you reassured him, interlocking your fingers with his.

"I'm so sorry it took us time to find you."

"It's okay, Aaron. It's not your fault."

"I love you, (Y/n) Hotchner."

"I love you too, Aaron Hotchner." you smiled at him, kissing him back when his lips touched yours.

"Now give me some water; I'm thirsty," you said.

[a-998h]

could you do platonic yandere alastor x teen reader who is his daughter (they’re both in hell) :D

TRIGGER WARNING: mention of death, World War One, and trauma!

So, let's set the scene of your life. I know Alastor is Aroace. So, during the "Roaring Twenties" the French Quater of New Orleans was a low rent neighborhood that was home to a bohemian community of artists and writers and the working class.

So you grew up in this neighborhood and had as much of a normal life you could after World War One. Though when your remaining parent died either from the poor working conditions, Spanish Flu, or something else.

Now, you were alone on the streets of New Orleans. The loneliness was driving you mad and unless you wanted to get a job there was nothing you could do.

Well, in walks Alastor. He was looking for his new victim when he saw you. If you were to ask him then or now he would say that what drew him to you was your cheerful demeanor in the face of your circumstances and your smarts.

He went to whatever guardian you have to talk about adopting you. This adoption was private and now you have a radio host/ serial killer dad.

He has been through a lot and he attempts to make up for his trauma by giving you a happy childhood. He managed to do that, while keeping you away from all his serial killing.

Cut to him in Hell and at the hotel. He was thinking about you up in Heaven without him. Behind his smile he keeps thinking of the perfect little girl he left behind.

"Everyone, please say hello to our new guest!" Charlie announces.

Alastor walks down and sees a female demon that has a familiar air about him. You're there for a week before you both realize your relationship.

Uses his powers and status as an Overlord to scare other sinners away from you

Respects that you're a teenager but you still have a curfew

Introduces you to Rosie and Cannibal Town

Gives you a curfew

Keeps you in the 1920s in terms of clothing and hairstyles

Wonders what you did to wind up in Hell

Keeps inside the hotel or with Rosie when he's not there

Still does your hair for you

He tells you about the extermination

Scares away any boy who wants to date you

Or he kills them, either way you aren't dating anyone

He hates technology from after his death, so you can't have any either

He's OK with the other guesses being around you, mostly Husk and Niffty

Keeps you far away from Lucifer when he comes to visit

Uses his shadows to watch you if you're by yourself

Keeps you in the dark about the Exterminations for as long as he can

If he doesn't kill someone who wants to date you then he'll just be the most extra southern dad to annoy them into giving up

Gives you the illusion of freedom

When in public anywhere else but Cannibal Town, he will make you hold his hand and keep pace with him

Makes sure you call him call him "Papa"

Scares you about the world outside Cannibal Town and the hotel so you'll stay near him

[loveandmurders]

Never forget: ya're a Sinclair (Part II)

Hi everyone, this is the second part of the adopted sister x Sinclair!brothers little series. It's based on an image I posted a while ago (here).

You can find part I here and my masterlist here.

I hope you'll enjoy! <3

Warnings : no proof reading, toxic family, overprotective Sinclair brothers, negative thoughts about yourself, insecurities, violent discussion with your family, distress, crying, mentions of deadly sickness, angst / comfort

Everything was supposed to be alright, so you couldn’t understand how your day could have gone downhill so quickly and so badly.

Your day started like the other days.

You woke up in Bo’s bed. He was already up and about, preparing breakfast for everyone in the kitchen. You grabbed a quick shower, you dressed up and joined him. You kissed his cheek and thanked him for having taken care of you the night before. He told you to not mention it and gently stroked your face. Soon after Vincent came, he greeted you with a gentle kiss on your cheek as well.

You ate in a comfortable silence before sending a little message to Lester to wish him a good day. When he wasn’t coming for breakfast, you always sent him a message because you didn’t want him to think he was less loved than the twins. He was grateful you made him feel like he was part of the family, like he mattered.

And then you went to work after the twins hugged you goodbye and asked you to be careful on the roads. Bo reminded you that if you were too tired, he or Lester could come get you at the end of your shift. You smiled and nodded, knowing how overprotective and paranoid the brothers could be when it was about you.

You arrived at work and you thought that everything was going to be alright. You sent messages to Lester because you needed him to buy you some snacks, and to the twins to make sure that they were careful with the tourists. You hated to come back home with them injured. Your messages were always answered in the instant, the boys smiling at their screen.

Everything was going alright until, during your lunch break, someone asked for you.

You were a little bit surprised because no one could ask for you. A man younger than you was waiting for you at the reception. He smiled at you and greeted you with a honey-like voice. He seemed very sweet, but you grew up with killers so you knew the voice Bo was using when he needed to lure a victim in his traps. It felt the same. You might look innocent and naïve, but you knew better. You smiled back, but soon enough you lost your good mood.

“What do you mean, you are my brother?” you asked, it felt like a bad dream or a nasty prank

“I’m Sean, your brother. We have the same parents, Lydia and Mark. They lost you when you were 7, but I’ve been able to find you again. I was so excited to meet you, and I’m sure you’ll be so happy to finally have your family back.” he told you and you felt sick

“What do you mean, they lost me? They knew what orphanage they left me at. And they never came back. Look, I’ve moved on. I don’t want to talk to you.” you replied in pure instinct. 

Something inside of you was panicking. You had wanted to leave this dark past behind you, and to understand that your parents were actually alive and had another child, whom they kept, was making you feel nauseous.

But Sean was smart, he begged for your phone number, and you gave in, so he could leave you alone. You were shaking when you came back to your office and you just couldn’t focus on your work anymore. You didn’t even finish your food.

You had barely calmed down at the end of your day. You were getting ready to get back home when you received a message from Sean. He invited you to meet your parents, so you could all be a family again. You refused and went back home as fast as you could, as if being in Ambrose would protect you from whatever the hell was going on.

You didn’t tell the twins what happened. You didn’t know why, you just didn’t feel like telling them. You were afraid of their reaction and you were afraid that if you talked about it, it would make all of this even more real.

Your parents were alive.

Your parents never came for you because they hated you.

But they had another child they loved this time.

What if it was the proof you weren’t lovable? What if it would allow the Sinclairs to realise it?

You were oddly silent that night and the twins noticed how you seemed thoughtful and tense. They didn’t manage to make you talk, and it worried them. You always told them everything, because you knew they always had your back. You got away from their interrogation by saying you just had a lot in your mind because of work, but that everything was alright. They knew when you lied, but they trusted you. They knew you would tell them if something was really off. Still, they hated to see their girl so out of her usual self.

You didn’t sleep well that night and Bo asked you if you were alright the next morning, gently cradling your face into his hands as he was looking for your eyes. You simply nodded and kissed the palm of his hands. He let you go, unconvinced. You barely ate and left before Vincent was up. You remembered to send him a message, as well to Lester though. It still concerned the three men; you never acted that way before.

They had always been a little bit worried you would meet someone, one day, which would drive you away from them. They wondered what was going on, even more because it seemed like you were upset, which was unbearable to them. You barely answered their messages today. They knew they would interrogate you that night. 

Even more so when you told them you were going to come back home late. It never happened before.

You had agreed to meet your parents. Your “brother” was good with words and he convinced you. A part of you was a little bit curious as to why they left you. And another part of you hoped that if you accepted to see them just once, then you could forget about them forever. It would be your way to make peace with your past self and to say goodbye to this era of your life. You were really stressed out but you always dealt with your problems holding your head high.

You were strong and you kept repeating it to yourself as you settled in front of your “family”, in a bar nearby your workplace. You couldn’t deny how shocked you were to be in front of your parents. They were obviously older than in your memories, but it was truly them.

At first, they all tried to be gentle to you, like when you try to get someone to do what you want them to do. You could tell they were sweet talking to you, but you weren’t too sure why. They hadn’t looked for you for over a decade, so why did they care now?

Your parents explained to you that the orphanage refused to give you back; and when they finally had all the papers to take you again, you had been adopted away. The orphanage refused to give the name of your new family. But now you could be a family again, you could be everything you should have been. You listened for a while, without saying anything. You weren’t stupid enough to believe them.

A little voice inside your head was telling you that they never tried to find you after they abandoned you, and you were believing it.

“I have a family” you finally replied as you felt your phone buzzing inside your pocket, knowing it was one of your brothers messaging you.

You saw that your parents tried no to laugh at that and their son sent them a little warning look, as to tell them “don’t fuck this up”. You leaned into your seat, waiting.

“I’m very happy you found a family, despite everything” Sean said as he took your hand in his. You did your best to not remove it from his grasp. “But I want my big sister home, I want to know you and to take care of you. I’m sure you want to discover who I am too; you don’t have to be alone anymore. We can be a real family. You have been missed so much” he continued and you knew that if you didn’t have the Sinclairs in your life, you would have fallen for this. 

“Why now?” you asked

“It has been difficult to find you before. When I finally managed to find the name of Victor Sinclair, it was impossible to find where Ambrose was. I promise we’ve been looking for you for quite a while now.” he explained

“You could have looked for us too” Lydia said with a little bit of venom in her voice; a venom you used to know so much. It made you want to throw up but you didn’t show anything.

“You abandoned me.” you simply replied

“And we want you back” Sean said before his mother could reply “But we don’t have a lot of time” he continued

He proceeded to explain that your mother was heavily sick and that she needed a very expensive treatment they couldn’t pay for her. They needed your help, they needed your money, they needed you in their lives.

The little girl inside you wanted to cry; she wanted to be a good girl to her family, she wanted to obey like she used to. She thought she could finally be loved by her parents and to show them how useful she could be.

But you had grown up, and you now knew what it was to be loved and wanted. You didn’t need them for that, even if a toxic part of you wished to know more of Sean; to understand why he was loved by your parents when they never cared about you.

However, you were smart so you refused to help them and to be part of their family. Your answer displeased your parents who started to tell you all the awful things they used to yell at you. They woke up all your most primitive insecurities; the ones they created when you were a child and the ones you could barely make shut up.

You were a waste of space, you were clingy, stupid, you were talking too much, you were asking too much, you were unlovable and pathetic, you were going to end all alone because even your real family couldn’t stand you, you didn’t deserve to be part of anything. 

Sean tried to appease the situation but you got up and left without a word. You didn’t want to give them that kind of power over you. You didn’t want to cry in front of them; you just wanted to come back home, where you felt safe and loved.

You noticed the missed calls from Bo and Lester, the messages from Vincent. You sent a message on the family group chat “On my way home, sorry I’m later than I thought I’d be”. Bo instantly offered to give you a ride but you refused. You needed some time to yourself, to calm down.

One thing was certain: you didn’t want to tell anyone about what happened.

You didn’t know how they would react to such news and you were afraid they wouldn’t want you anymore in their lives. What if they realised you were indeed unbearable, clingy, stupid, too talkative? What if they realised your parents were right to abandon you? What if they thought family was too important and that you needed to get back to yours?

When you parked your car outside the house, the three men instantly opened the front door to welcome you home. They quickly were all over you, checking on you and asking you what was going on. It warmed your heart and it appeased you a little bit. You were loved, you needed to remind yourself that.

You still barely managed to smile at them and you weren’t hungry. You told them you were going to go to bed, but they weren’t going to let you go that easily. You had always told them what was wrong. You were far too important to them for them to drop the subject. If something was wrong, then it was their duty to find a solution.

They needed you to be happy.

Despite your arguments, they settled you on one of the kitchen chairs and Bo knelt in front of you as Vincent brought his chair closer to yours. Lester was behind you, his hands on your shoulders in a comforting way while Jonesy was whining at your feet. They coaxed you into telling them the truth. After a little while, you finally let escape the words that were burning your heart, throat and mouth.

“My biological family found me”

Pure panic wracked through the three men as they exchanged a look. They couldn’t understand what was going on. Their first thought was “Are we losing her?” and then “We have to get rid of them or to lock her up. We can’t lose her.”

“They are dead,” Bo simply said, trying to make sense of the situation.

You only had the strength to shake your head, before you started crying. And it broke the men’s hearts. They had no idea what was going on, but they did their best to comfort you with soft cuddles and gentle words. It had been such a long time ago since the last time they saw you crying and they remembered very well how much they hated it. They felt quite powerless but they kept trying to make you feel better.

“Ya sure it’s really them?” Lester tried to question and you nodded

“They know too much for them to not be… And I recognised my parents. Can’t fucking believe they had a son…” you babbled and the mention of another man tense the brothers even more. A brother could so easily take their place, and they couldn’t let that happen. You were a Sinclair. “He tried to be nice to me, but how can I trust him?” you whispered

“Ya can’t darl’. What do they want from you anyways?” Bo replied, trying to hide his anger

“They said they want me back, but it’s for my money because she is sick” you said, crying even more

“Those fuckers. She should die then. They ain’t your family” Bo groaned

“They said they didn’t come back to get me because I was too much” you continued, needing everything out so the brothers could comfort you

“Ya ain’t too much” Bo replied with annoyance now; he was getting really mad at those people

“We love ya so damn much, ya know it” Lester whispered to you “They ain’t deservin’ your tears” he added

“And we can get rid of them if it could make you happy again” Vincent signed and it instantly made you stop crying. 

You stared at him, wondering if it was indeed what you wanted.

“I don’t want the police to find you. And Sean…” you started

“What ‘bout him?” Bo asked, grabbing your face into his right hand, for your attention to be on him. 

Your eyes widened as this time you heard it in his voice; the love, the jealousy and the worry. You seemed to have forgotten how possessive Sinclairs were over their own people. You dried your tears and tried to calm down, before softly smiling at the three of them. 

It was going to be alright again, you knew it.

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Part 3

[ravenromanova]

Too close

Pairings: Ghostface Bucky x Female reader (I got this idea from a tiktok i saw of someone that made a scream poster of bucky as ghostface and i died and i also read a natasha ghostface fic and it was so good and i thought why not make one of bucky!) This is the fic that inspired this, by @abbyromanoff you can run but you cant hide

Warnings: Mentions of killing, blood, SMUT 18+!!!!! Mask kink, knife play, Blood kink, Daddy kink, Breeding kink, unprotected sex (Bucky and the reader have sex in another room from an unalived person) (My darkest fantasies are coming out to play here sue me) DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18+!!!!!!!!

Summary- Bucky doesn’t like it when people get too close to his girl. What happens when you figure out why everyone you talk to suddenly dies. Will you run?

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“This just in another the mysterious serial killer known as ghostface has claimed another victim. 22 year old Jordan Rodriguez was found in her new york apartment with 50 stab wounds. She was found by her roommate Janice after she came home from work. Officers haven’t given many details as to if they are any leads into who this killer could be. But they have advised everyone within the brooklyn area to be inside by 8pm to limit any risks.” The nightly news reporters vice echos through your apartment as you watch through hooded eyes.

This was the fifth person this week to die a brutal death and not to mention you seem to have had an interaction with everyone that has died. Fear floods your veins as your head runs a thousand miles and hour and what this could mean. Is someone out to hurt you? Do you have a stalker who is killing everyone you know to get you alone? Are you next? That’s all you can think about before your thoughts are cut off by the front door opening.

You shriek and jump off the couch and run to the kitchen to grab whatever knife you can. You decide to duck behind your island with the knife as you hear footsteps walk in. The footsteps are heavy yet soft as the approach you. It’s not until the figure comes closer to you that you jump in front of them and attempt to stab them but they catch your hand.

“Woah they’re tiger” The voice says and you drop the knife once you realize who it is. You flick on the kitchen light before walking over to him and throwing your arms around his shoulders and hugging him.

“I’m sorry jamie” You apologize to your boyfriend and he just chuckles in response.

“It’s okay babydoll, but what has you so freaked out?” He asks looking at your with eyes of concern.

You sigh as you look at him before you decide to tell him what’s wrong. “The news- They said another person has been killed…A-And i knew the person who was killed, Ive known all the people who’ve died this week! What-what if someone is out to hurt me? What i-if i- die?” Your voice breaks as you speak your fears. He looks at you and brings you in for another hug.

“Oh babydoll it’s going to be okay im sure it’s nothing” He said calmly as she stroked your back and kissing the top of your head.

You sighed as you looked at him while you nodded your head. Maybe you were just being paranoid you thought, maybe this is just one big coincidence and you’ll be fine. Yea… you’ll be fine.

“Yea maybe you’re right” You didn’t sound too convinced with your own words but you try to shake off the feeling that something bad is happening.

“Come on babydoll lets get you into bed so you stop overthinking in that pretty little head of yours” His voice is so soft and sweet as he takes your hand in his and walks you two to the bedroom. When the both of you enter the room he tells you to lay down and then goes to get something. Thirty seconds later he comes back with your favorite blanket and stuffed animal and slides in bed next to you.

That night the two of you cuddle and have cute little conversations that help ease your overthinking. You fell asleep with him whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

What you didn’t know was that Bucky was panicking since he stepped foot into the apartment. He thought he had been caught when you attempted to stab him but luckily for him you were as clueless as ever.

~one week later~

You sighed as you watched the news and they reported the 8th murder in two weeks. And very unfortunately for you, you had known the persons who died…just like the rest of them. That really didn’t help with the overthinking that’s for sure.

It was around 4am when you decided to turn off the tv and head to bed. Your brows furrowed when you realized Bucky wasnt home yet. You thought maybe he had gotten an overnight shift at the garage but normally he tells you that. You decided to check ‘find my friends’ since it kinda worried you that he wasnt home.

When his location showed that he was at an apartment complex your heart sank. A thousand possibilities were running through your head as you threw some sweats on, grabbed your keys and headed out the door to find your boyfriend.

The whole car ride you were full of anxiety and your brain wouldn’t shut up. Once you pulled up to the complex you quickly ran to the car not in the mood to play around if he was fucking someone else. You followed the gps and walked right up to the front door but you noticed it was open slightly. So what did you do? You walked right into the dark apartment despite not knowing who or what you’d find.

But what you did find sent bile to your throat. There was a figure dressed in all black standing over who you thought was your boyfriend with a knife in their hand.

“BUCKY!” You screamed as you ran over to the body on the floor. It wasnt until you got up close that you realized that the person wasnt Bucky…It was the barista that served you your coffee this morning. Your thoughts ran wild as you mumbled incoherent words under your breath.

But those were quickly cut off once your heard the masked figured laughing. You whipped your head around and stared at the figure in horror.

“Oh Kotenok you’re so precious” The masked figured said as he slowly removed his mask. Your eyes widened as you saw who was under the mask… It was Bucky. You quickly stood up and backed away from him as you started to hyperventilate.

“W-What the hell?” You finally said after you finally slowed your breathing down. Bucky chuckled as he came closer to you and wiped some sweat off his forehead.

“I guess it’s finally time to tell you-“ He said as she took off the costume and dropped the knife. You stared at him as his hand come up to caress your cheek. “You see kotenok i never meant for any of this to happen- But these people-t-they flirt with you and get too close to you. And i cant have that, i cant have people wanting to take what’s mine. And see i wouldn’t mind so much that people mindlessly flirt with you… if you didn’t flirt back” He seethed as he grabbed your face.

You were speechless at his confession never in a million years did you think he’d do this. But the idea that you’re his motive, that he just wants to keep you to his self is intoxicating. You look up at him with doe eyes before you finally find the words to say.

“You do all of this to make sure that i stay yours” Your voice heightens in excitement as you wait for his response.

His grip tightens on your face as he speaks. “Yes kotenok i do- i cant stand the thought of someone else having you the way i do” He confess as his eyes darken at the way you smirk.

“That’s- the hottest thing i think you’ve ever said to me” Bucky smiles devilishly at your words and suddenly picks you up and pushes you against the wall. His lips are on yours within a seconds time and the kiss is the dirtiest thing you’ve ever done.

“Put the mask back on” The words come out breathless as your chest rises due to the lack of air. He smirks as he walks you over to the couch and lays you down before grabbing the mask and knife again. He put the mask back on and then slowly stalks towards you and he twirls the knife in his hand.

“Oh fuck” You whisper under your breath when he climbs on top of you. Even though you cant see his face you know for a fact he’s smirking. He wastes no time in ripping off your shirt along with your sweats leaving you in just your panties.

“So pretty” His voice comes out a little muffled as he speaks due to the mask but it made it so much hotter. He then takes the knife that he wiped off and drags it across your bare chest. Your breath hitches in your throat as the cool metal hits your skin. Bucky then drags the knife down your torso and slices your panties off and drags it across your bare pussy.

“Please” You beg as you grab the hand with the knife and place it on your stomach. He places the blade on your skin and digs it in just a little, “Mark me” Bucky wastes no time in carving his initials into your skin he leaves a little ‘J.B.B’ on your stomach, before wiping the blood away with his thumb. Your grab his thumb and slowly bring it to your mouth before you clean his thumb off.

“Fucking hell kotenok” He groans at your actions. Bucky grows impatient as he throws the knife across the room making note to pick it back up later. He then spreads your pussy and starts to play with your clit and your back arches in reaction.

“Please daddy” You beg and then he adds two fingers into you in a swift motion and chooses a relentless pace. This is the filthiest thing you’ve ever done but right now, in this moment you dont give a flying fuck.

The pleasure you feel is beyond intense as Bucky curls his fingers and hits your g-spot just right. You let out a screaming moan as your first orgasm bursts through you. “Oh fuck” You breathe out the best you can as you slowly takes off his pants and boxers exposing his hard cock standing at attention for you.

“I want you so bad please daddy” He doesn’t need much motivation after you give him the go ahead. Bucky slams his cock into you hard and fast and you scream in response to his movement.

“Yes yes yes” You chant as you sit up and wrap your arms around him as Bucky slams into you. The room is filled with the filthy noises of your pussy and his balls slapping your skin.

“Gonna fucking breed you kotenok” He grunts and picks up his speed chasing his high. You can feel your second orgasm build up as he talks about breeding you.

“Oh please breed me daddy- fuck- wanna be full of your babies” You plead as you grind your hips down on his cock earning a guttural moan from him.

“Yea? You want that your little slut? You wanna have my kids?” He asks even though he already knows the answer. You dont find the words to respond and just opt for nodding your head. And in turn Bucky changes the position so he’s back on top and he thrusts into you like never before. Your moans become louder and his pace gets rougher. The both of you end up finishing within a matter of minutes and once you do you take the mask off him and just stare at him.

You take a moment and rub your thumb over his bottom lip before you bring him into a passionate kiss. Bucky grunts into the kiss and wraps his arms around your waist lovingly. After you break the kiss you look into his blue eyes and smile softly.

“I love you” You whisper and put your forehead against his. In this moment you love him more than you ever thought possible. Did he murder someone? Yes. Did he kill almost a dozen people just for you? Yes. But he also did it because he loves you and that just makes your heart swell. You get an idea after a minute of just looking at him.

“Let’s clean this place up and then run away, Lets go some where else where it can be just us” You say with a pleading looking in your eyes. Bucky agrees and nods before getting you both dressed again.

The two of you clean up the mess and decide of what to do with the body before heading back home to pack your things. That night while in a way tragic was also the start of the rest of your lives together and you couldn’t be happier.

~the end~

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[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

Listing a few funny things that happened when Angel had to deal with the media, post rescuing everyone from Playtime Co:

Angel, still shaking from spending one week inside the factory and with dried blood still glued to their hair, smelling like hell, politely answering some questions while in the hospital while waiting for Dogday's emergency surgery to finish.

The media being obsessed with calling Angel, whose actual name is Raphael Taylor de Oliveira, "Angel" the moment they hear one of the toys referring to them as that.

Combine the religious imagery with Angel's poor little meow meow wet kitten born in a cardboard box with every disease face and we have a very, very easy way for making the narrative out to be "a kind ex-worker at Playtime Co. discovers that children were used as experiments inside the factory and risks their own life in order to save them".

Angel is instant-loved by Brazil the moment the first news start to arrive, which is something they're very proud of.

Angel having to hold Catnap and Mommy Long Legs by their hands while giving out an interview in their home, so neither one of them would be too mean to the poor reporters. Angel still has to tell them to be nicer though.

The cops and investigators having to explain why they didn't figure out there was something wrong with the factory when all Angel had to do was walk inside and say hello to the Huggy Wuggy statue.

A reporter explaining the horrific events while in the background Huggy stares at her like "smoll person :0}" and boops her. Cue to Angel saying sorry and anxiously guiding him away.

"What did you have to eat while trapped down there?", someone asks, and the toys all go "oh hahahaha. uhm. rats. and the bodies of our friends WHEN THEY INEVITABLY DIED FROM A DISEASE. we didnt hunt each other dw dw hahahahahaha".

Angel a few months later, after buying the farm, giving a "house tour" so people will know the kids are doing okay and stop pestering them about house-related questions. Angel is very excitedly telling the reporter about how much more space they have now while Catnap is eyeing a bird in the background. "Theo don't you think about that, you have food right there".

One of the mini critters listing all the toys that were gifted for them and saying "it's very nice, very chewable", I like how it tastes" and Angel looks at them like "so it's YOU who has been chewing the toys??????", with the reply being "and the doors as well!"

Catnap going from referring to Angel as "our savior" to simply "our mother" during any interviews or news reports where he somehow talks.

Everyone wanting to interview Dogday because he does, indeed, have a radiant and happy energy and audiences love him.

Angel saying "and the hut is the house of 1006, the first one to ever happen, but he would prefer if we just left him alone".

Poppy being someone who's always SUPER pleasant to work with, and excitedly telling the reporters everything they have been doing around the farm.

Angel sighing after finding out Prototype is Elliot Ludwig, KNOWING they'll have to tell the authorities so they can have license money and control over the Playtime Co. brand.

Angel turning to the family's lawyer like "you won't believe what I just found out", the lawyer saying "oh, this won't be the most absurd thing you told me yet", then after hearing Angel tell her about it going "oh, you are always full of surprises, uh. Uhm. Now that makes things complicated", and Angel laughing to the point of tears after that.

ALL the news reports during the trial against Playtime Co.'s higher ups and the negligent authorities. Kickin keeps a collection of the "best moments", which include Angel beating the ever living shit out of a higher up after he refers to the toys as "things" and "collateral damage" instead of "victims of human experimentation".

The news about the fact that apparently Elliot Ludwig became the first PlayCo. experiment ever, and Angel + Poppy having to deal with THAT.

Prototype's single public apparition, around 4/5 years post-rescue, because he had to go to court as well so Angel would have a chance of getting the rights to PlayCo. and all of its properties back to them.

The news when Dogday and Catnap get married, a whole decade post-rescue.

Angel just dropping the most cryptid information ever in social media or during one of the rare interviews they're willing to give after the initial years post-rescue. They tweet things like "I saw some people asking if any of the toys ever attacked me during the week I stayed at PlayCo, and I want everyone to know that all of them at some point did. But don't worry, I bit them back, we're all good now" and one time say "my husband and I like to grow tomatoes like this, but one of our daughters has been trying another way" and that's how everyone finds out Angel and Prototype are a Thing.

Craftycorn happily blogging her life as an artist and featuring all of the other toys during her videos, while Poppy does makeup and sewing tutorials, and the two of them doing collabs and livestreams often. During one of the streams Angel screams "THEODORE GRAMBELL LUDWIG OLIVEIRA DID YOU JUST HUNT A COYOTE AGAIN", and that's how Crafty and Poppy's fans discover everyone decided to add Ludwig Oliveira to their names.

I would say more but honestly this post has been getting pretty long so rip

[ganondoodle]

actively fighting a full blown panic attack born out of sadness and anger after having to drive by yet another victim on the side of the road

it makes me livid how accepted it is to just let cats suffer and die disgustingly horrid deaths and live awful short lives just so what, for what?? so you dont have to play with them for an hour a day??? when i was little it was just kinda normal that they disappeared at some point, i didnt understand what it actually meant until our outdoor cat i loved dearly was found in the bushes near our house in a condition so horrible my dad has never told me and i have never dared to ask, she only made it to 6 and had horrible scars and infections before that i allowed my family to convince me to let my first own cat outside, we only had her for a year, she died at only 2 years old, i am still suffering from the guilt, it has never let me go, she went missing for a week and i walked the entire vilage up and down every day, yelling her name, wandering into the forest alone, talking to every stranger i met until one morning my mom told me that our neighbour who works for the city asked if we had a white cat with a very specific collar she had- he found her on a busy road crossing in the next bigger city, i never even got to bury her, its haunting me, the thought of her wandering lost and scared in the city for a week until meeting an awful end gives me headaches, the fact that i was the last one to see her alive, that i put her outside bc we were late for school and had to leave quickly, that she had come home with oil in her fur from crawling through maschines and cars before, that i was worried but still didnt act, that it is my fault, any time i am up to late its coming back, it will never let me go, if i had stood my ground and not allow her outside unless on a leash or similar shed still be alive today, any time i read a description at our local shelter it comes back, they still advocate for outside cats, all of them, even if they have only been an indoor one before, its madness my older sister had a cat, i dont even know how old he got but it wasnt long either, he got hit by a car in front of their house, she has two now again and the only reason she hasnt let them outside is because they havent shown much interest in it, i tried to warn her before and she didnt listen and shes still resistent, even after losing one too

i have seen so many on the side of the road, anywhere i drive i see them, i cannot forget a single one, we are surrounded by farm land and all its giant maschinery, its still common to poison rodents, why do people value them so little, you wouldnt let your dog just live outside in the woods and streets for half the day or more, you wouldnt just throw your guniea pigs on the road and tell them have fun, you wouldnt just let your bird roam outside, there probably assholes that do that too but you cannot tell me its as common as outside cats

i dont understand it, i dont, i wont, i never will, i will never forgive myself this poor little animal that was my responsibility having to pay the price of my ignorance, or my own weakness letting my family convince me despite the awful way we lost one before, it makes me want to explode it hurts my brain in grief and anger i can barely contain

cats deserve to live a safe and long life, i get only having them inside may feel like you are locking them up, but do you think that not doing so is worth having them die a painful death? being poisonend? on purpose even by disgusting people that hate them? abused and chased by other animals and dogs? hurt and lost? cutting their lifespan in half? if they even make it that far? the amount of wildlife that they kill unnecessarily so when all of that is already in a steep decline everywhere? and if they eat what they hunt get infected with diseases or again, poison? die somewhere in agony? if cared for they dont care about going outside, plenty can be leash trained or given a secure way to roam like those cat proof aviary like things, if you dont want to put effort into caring for a cat DONT GET ONE, ALL pets require adequate care, and if you think cats are the easiest bc you only have to feed them every now and then IF they come home? you suck, you are an asshole, i hate you and you do not care about them, if you just want to occasionalyl feed and pet an animal go to the petting zoo

(this is about pet cats of people who can absolutely afford to keep them healthily inside, i know feral cats and those in poor neighbourhoods are a thing, even if not here where i live, and thats a whole other but still similar problem and not the point of this post)

[tea-stained-notes]

Colin x Penelope - Divide | Chapter 11

Colin has made it: He’s a famous pop star, touring the world, adored to extremes. If only he wasn’t drowning his loneliness and anxiety in too many drinks, missing home and yet incapable of going back. But when Violet falls ill and he reluctantly returns he has to face the mess he has made - not only with his family but also the woman who might have always been the one.

Warnings: illness (cancer), death, anxiety, drug use, alcohol abuse, eventual smut

Chapter word count: ~2100

MASTERLIST

She is the sweetest thing that I know Should see the way she holds me when the lights go low Shakes my soul like a pothole every time - Hearts Don’t Break Around Here

“Are you alright?” Penelope emerges from the en-suite, her eyes filling with concern at the sight of him. Her bare face and oversized t-shirt have startled him — this suddenly feels like something real. Like he could get to see her like this every night. Colin jumps up on wobbly knees, trying to force a smile onto his lips. “Sure.” He picks up his clothes and places a soft kiss on her forehead before hurrying past her into the bathroom. Mechanically he disposes of the condom, freshens up and dresses himself. And suddenly he’s gripping the edge of the sink as he stares at his pale reflection. He doesn’t want to taint the memory of this incredible experience they’ve just shared, but all his demons are already whispering their reproachful questions and accusations. He clenches his eyes shut. No. It’s not over yet. Penelope is waiting and as long as darkness presses against the windows he mustn’t let his mind get the better of him. When he slips under the covers he immediately pulls her into his chest and marvels at the way her presence calms him within seconds. How will he ever stand another cold hotel bed? She starts drawing soothing circles on his ribs. “You’re overthinking, Col.” “And you know me too well.” She draws back a little to smile softly and press her lips to his. It feels so familiar yet still surreal. “I promised you we’d talk about what’s just happened.” “Right. And I still want to. But…” His fingers dig into her loose sleep shirt. “Can we maybe put a pin in this? Just until we’ve both had some time to process?” “Oh. Of course.” “Unless there’s something you really want to—“ “No, it’s okay. I’m okay.” Penelope lifts his hand and breathes a kiss onto his knuckles. “Better than okay.” “Yeah?” She snuggles back into his side. “Yeah.” Colin wonders if she wants to pretend as well. That until sunrise they’re safe in their own little world. She has opened the window and a night breeze caresses their still heated skin. Silence settles over them as he traces the lines on her palm.

"Who do you listen to these days?” she eventually mumbles, sleepiness scratching her voice. “Mostly melancholic stuff. Folk from the sixties. Too much Noah Kahan.” “Hmm. His stuff reminds me of your earlier work.” “It does?” “Yes. When the songs still sounded like you. Honest. Handmade.” Colin sighs, his chest tightening. She patiently looks up at him. After a long moment he starts singing quietly. “Hide your secrets, disguise your weakness. And lose yourself inside your busyhead. Burn your bridges and leave no witnesses. All alone inside your busyhead.” He smiles sadly. “I’ve had that one on repeat for years.” Penelope reaches up to caress his temple. “You’re not alone, Colin.” “I am in here,” he whispers, placing his hand over hers. Tears fill her eyes and his stomach cramps painfully. “I keep making you cry, I’m sorry.” “No, it’s alright. I’m so glad you’re opening up about this. It’s just—“ She gently touches her forehead to his. “It pains me to know you’re so unhappy.” Colin carefully frames her face in his palms, wipes her cheeks and presses a kiss into her hair. He lingers for a long moment, his heart in agony at her quiet sniffles. “I’m not just a victim in all this,” he finally murmurs. “I’ve made countless shitty decisions. And maybe this life wouldn’t be so soul-sucking if I could still be proud of my work. I really miss that. Connecting with people over the things I’ve created. I’m so sick of only being known on the surface.” Penelope folds her arms across his chest and props up her chin on them to study him. He starts twirling an auburn lock around his finger. “Remember my first single that went viral, shortly after I’d moved to L.A.?” “Look At Me Now,” she whispers. “I was so desperate for that attention, it was ridiculous really. And now everyone is looking, all the time. But not at me as a person. They’re looking at the massive screens at my shows, at unflattering paparazzi photos, at video snippets from red carpets. And when I meet fans in person they’re so intimidated they can barely talk to me — or they get really intrusive, like those women at the pub. It’s so bloody rare to be asked even a single original question during an interview, to get the feeling that anyone truly listens to what I’m trying to say.” He chuckles bitterly. “And of course I don’t really have anything to say anymore.”

His voice has grown raspy from tiredness and the lump in his throat. “Sorry, I keep talking about myself, it’s—“ “It’s perfectly okay. We’ve talked so much about my work these past few weeks and I still barely know anything about yours. How you feel about it.” “Well, I’m only just beginning to confront that.” He swallows. “When I asked you a couple of weeks ago what you thought of my music, that night we had the impromptu dance party…” “The night I started having massive doubts about Alfred.” Colin hesitates, briefly tempted to ask if she had already felt as strongly as he had then, if she would have actually kissed him had Benedict not interrupted. He nods instead. “Your answer really hurt. Not that you meant it to, I know,” he quickly adds when she opens her mouth to apologise. “You simply said aloud what I hadn’t been able to admit to myself for years. Because staking everything on this, losing and missing all of you, only to realise that I’ve been turned into just another cash cow, that I’m barely an artist at all…” “But if it all pains you so much, why don’t you start over? Step away for a while, regroup, take your time to work on an album that feels like you again.” He flashes her a crooked smirk. “I wish it was that easy. My contract is fucking ironclad. When I told Mae to push back the tour dates indefinitely I didn’t even know if I could afford the fine, should the label sue me. I still don’t.” “What?” Penelope’s head shoots up. “Aren’t you like disgustingly rich by now?” Colin blushes, his gaze dropping to the bed sheet. “I’ve given most of it away. I have a small team tasked with finding worthy causes to donate to. Climate research, HIV prevention, animal shelters, what have you.” “You’ve gone full Dolly Parton?” “Oh please, don’t insult the Queen of Country. I could never be as good as her.” Penelope’s wide eyes soften. “But even without that money, surely you’re established enough to have the upper hand in negotiations?” “It’s never felt like it. But maybe, I don’t know. I should have pushed back more over the years. There have just been so many other… issues. I didn’t have the strength to fight that battle as well.” “Well, I hope you’ll find it.” She presses a kiss to his chest and it warms him through the fabric of his shirt. “You deserve better, Colin. And we’re all here for you.” Now he is the one tearing up. He wonders whether she’s right. Whether this deep sorrow isn’t exactly what he deserves, a grand mess of his own making. And more than anything he wonders if he could ever actually deserve her. If what he has to offer could ever be enough.

But right now she is still here, still looking at him like he means at least a fraction to her of what she means to him. So he gently guides her back to his lips, kisses her until he’s weightless, tethered to nothing but her. They’re both breathless when they part. Penelope’s fingers are playing with the short hair at the base of his neck, sending pleasant shivers down his spine. “I’m sorry for what I said to you the day you came back.” “What do you mean?” “Assuming that you’ve been keeping all that money to yourself. You’ve always been selfless, sometimes to a fault.” “Until I wasn’t and fucked everything up.” “Colin.” Her hand curls around his nape. “At some point you’ll have to stop beating yourself up over that.” “I know,” he murmurs. Then a corner of his mouth twitches up. “Put that on the list, will you?” “Oh, believe me, it’s already on there,” she smirks and he fakes a gasp, tickling her side until she lets out a small giggle. Eventually Penelope snuggles back into his shoulder, once more tracing invisible patterns on his ribs. “You’re probably one of like three proper celebrities who don’t waste their millions on yachts and mansions.” He shrugs. “I had enough luxury growing up. It just adds weight. And I’ve seen enough suffering to feel horrible if I so much as buy a pair of jeans.” “I hope you at least splurge on fair fashion.” “Of course. My little social justice warrior.” She pokes her tongue out at him but he just smiles, running a delicate hand over her hair. “But where do you drop your anchor? You need somewhere that isn’t a hotel room.” “I have a small flat in Paris.” “Paris, eh?” she teases with a French accent. “Is that where you bring all your paramours?” He looks at her, earnest. “Please stop with that. I told you the truth, I promise.” The grin fades from her lips. She searches his eyes for anything but sincerity. Finally, she raises a hand to his cheek. “I know. I’m sorry.” Her thumb strokes gently across his stubble. He exhales. “We took a family trip to Paris once. Back when Dad was still alive. We were all so different then. Carefree.” “So you tried to chase that feeling,” she whispers. “Did it work?” “Not really. But it’s still beautiful. And only a short train ride from—“ He chokes. “Home. It’s still home, Colin. If you want it to be.” He closes his eyes to hide the tears once more forming in them. Penelope presses a kiss to his pulse point. “You could get a flat in London,” she says softly. “Stop by whenever your schedule allows.” “Yeah. Maybe.”

Images flutter through his mind. Of a life so different to the one he’s been leading. Of his own cosy place, a massive dining table and all the Bridgertons crowding around it, ribbing and talking over each other. Laughter in the air. Penelope by his side. Her feet in his lap as she’s types away while he’s strumming a new melody on his guitar. Weekend trips and snow days and summer picnics. Her face in the front row, the only one he sees. And when she gazes up at him with hopeful eyes, he almost tells her. Almost tells her that he wants forever with her. That she has held his heart for most of his life, however much he has denied it. “I should go.” Penelope jerks back. “What?” “I should go,” he repeats, forcing the words out with every bit of willpower he can muster. “I don’t want them to find out about us by seeing me sneak out in the morning.” “Oh.” She swallows. “Okay.” He carefully pushes a loose strand behind her ear. “I don’t regret this, Pen.” But he does. Because now that he knows what it feels like to have her in his arms, how on earth will he recover when things inevitably get ruined? When she realises that this is not what she wants? “Take the morning to think about this,” Colin murmurs. “I will as well. And then we’ll talk, okay?” He grants himself one more kiss, tender and lingering. Then he moves to leave the bed but Penelope grasps his hand. “Wait. Can you…” Her cheeks grow rosy. “Can you please stay a little longer? Just till I’m asleep?” His chest tightens at the sight of her pleading gaze. “Of course.” He lies back down on his side, Penelope facing him, their joined hands between them. She whispers a timid “Thank you” and studies him for a long moment, as if to take in every single detail. Her eyes grow heavier with every second until she finally gives in and lets them fall shut. Colin watches her for what feels like hours, his breath in tune with hers. He carves every sensation into his brain. Her warm skin, her relaxed features, her soft noises, her intoxicating scent. And then, his heart ripping in two, he slips his hand from hers and soundlessly leaves the room.

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CHAPTER 12

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Safe Haven: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Summary: Something is going on with Spencer. He has been nervous and secretive ever since you two posed as a married couple. He tries to throw you off his trail by lying but he knows better than to lie to someone like you. There's not a lot that people can hide from you, but it seems like the ones closest to you hide even the deadliest of secrets.

Season Six Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

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That night, you and Emily are getting ready for bed when you decide to get some ice for your drinks. You and Spencer haven't been allowed to bunk together since that night in Alaska when the entire team heard you and Spencer fucking. There are times you two sneak into each other's rooms but Derek doesn't say anything when he sees you in Spencer's bed, and Emily doesn't say anything when she sees Spencer in yours.

You walk to the ice machine and start filling up the bucket when you see Spencer approach you from the side.

"Hey." Spencer looks a bit nervous but you don't have to look at him to know he feels this way. "Are you sure you're okay? You and Derek are acting really weird. Is something going on?"

"No, nothing is going on."

"You know you can talk to me, right? Anytime you need to about anything."

"I know," he smiles.

Spencer turns you and pushes you against the ice machine before sliding his hands into your hair and pressing his lips against yours. If stolen kisses are the way things are going to be on work trips, then so be it. You'd much rather be in his bed but you don't want to disturb his time with Derek. If something is really going on, then you want them to be able to talk about it. They clearly don't want you knowing about it but you're glad they have each other.

Before the kiss can turn into something that will traumatize the occupants of the hotel, Spencer pulls away with a slight smirk.

"Good night."

"Night," you mumble, in a haze from the kiss.

Spencer heads back to Derek's room and you walk back to yours and Emily's room. She is just pouring the drinks when you set the ice box on the table.

"You were gone a while."

"Spencer stopped to say hi."

"Mm-hmm," she smirks.

"Have you noticed Derek and Spencer acting weird at all lately?"

"No, why?"

"I caught them in the break room this morning whispering like school girls. I asked what they were doing and they got weird. They stopped everything and left me alone in there. I caught them doing the same thing at the police station. Spencer says his mom isn't doing too well. I think I'm going to call her."

"Have you met them?" She laughs. "Put them in a room together and weird is what you should expect. I wouldn't worry too much about it."

"Yeah, you're right. He's been acting this way since that case with the married couples. I think it freaked him out."

"Do you want to get married?"

"Yes, but I won't if that's not what Spencer wants."

"Trust me he wants it whether he knows it or not."

You shake your head with a laugh and drink with Emily for the remainder of the hour. The thought was always in the back of your mind but you knew that you'd wake to another murder. This time, the unsub killed an older man on the side of the road and left him in his car. The same yellow energy is left behind, the same one that was inside the Bennett home.

"He dissected the victim's arm postmortem. I think it's our guy," Beeks says.

"Just one victim?"

"Yeah. He's in the passenger seat."

"Faith Salvation Ministries" is a sticker that's plastered on the side of the car. You slap on some gloves and touch the man's remaining arm, already seeing into the past. This man was driving down the road late at night when he stopped for a kid that's walking on the side of the road. This kid doesn't look more than fourteen or fifteen with a backpack slung over his shoulder. You can't see much of the kid's face but you know his age by the way he's walking and the way his hair is spiked.

The man stops next to the kid who isn't interested at first until he eventually gives in and hops into the truck. The man never had a chance.

"Who is he?" Rossi asks, and you take your hand away from the deceased man.

"Louis Hannum, forty-one years old, a well-known local Reverend. He closed the church after a canned food drive at six and told the other volunteers he was taking the donations to the Salvation Army three miles northeast on Route 6."

"Did he leave with anyone?"

"No, they said he left alone. We're still getting the names of everyone who was there."

"Before now, he's attacked families in their homes. Now just one victim on the side of the road? It doesn't really fit his victimology," Spencer comments.

"It's the same kid," you say to Spencer and Rossi. "The driver flagged him down last night and I'm guessing he convinced him to give him a ride. The kid was walking alone on a dark road at night. He got so angry and killed him while he was driving. The truck crashed and he fought back but you know how that ended for him. His rage was so blinding, that he took out the driver out while in motion. He's lucky he didn't crash into oncoming traffic."

"You think a kid is capable of this?" Detective Beeks asks.

"Yes. The energy left behind here is the same one at the Bennett house."

"A kid isn't capable of this kind of damage... this level of violence."

You turn to Rossi with a sigh. "Have we learned nothing from the previous cases? I know what I'm talking about."

"Trust her. She knows what she's talking about," Rossi says to Beeks who doesn't look convinced. "Think about it. A short attention span is putting it mildly. He's got wild mood swings and he's impulsive. Young adults are inherently nonthreatening. Parents would allow him to be alone with their children because he's the same age. If he's prepubescent, it would also explain why there's no sexual experimentation on the victims."

"You guys can't be serious."

"Detective Beeks, I need you to really think about it. He opens up human bodies out of curiosity, the same way my foster brothers used to open up radios and TV sets when they were thirteen."

Detective Beeks knows you're the experts here so he decides to keep his mouth shut. Knowing what kind of unsub you're dealing with, Hotch calls for the profile briefing to happen.

"This kid is streetsmart but clearly comfortable and easily accepted in a middle-class suburban home," Emily starts. "We can't diagnose anyone under the age of eighteen as antisocial, so we are labeling this unsub a budding psychopath. His interpersonal skills are through the roof. Now, this manipulation is not just a ruse. It is a complex con."

"Look for reports of missing children in and around the city of Omaha. This is where his killing spree originated," Derek adds. "Check juvenile detention centers and psychiatric programs for boys who've been recently released or escaped. We believe he's crossed the state line into Iowa. His last victim was traveling northeast on Route 6."

"How has a kid gotten forty-some miles all by himself?" an officer asks.

"They all give him rides and places to stay. He appears extremely vulnerable. Being a child alone out on the road is a very easy con to fall for. He expects this of his victims."

Derek steps off to the side to check on Ellie once the briefing is done and you decide now is a great time to check on Diana. You call the place she's staying in and ask for the doctor who oversees her medications and well-being.

"This is Doctor Grey."

"Hi, I'm Y/N, Spencer Reid's girlfriend. I was wondering if I'm able to speak to Diana. Is she okay to come to the phone?"

"Yes. Just one moment while I go find her."

A couple of minutes go by until you hear her voice.

"Hello?"

"Diana, it's Y/N, Spencer's girlfriend."

"Y/N! What a pleasant surprise. How are you doing?"

"I'm doing well. I have a few minutes to spare so I wanted to call you and ask how you're doing."

"I'm doing well, dear. I miss you and Spencer so much. I hope he's doing well?"

"Yes, he is. He misses you, too. We both do. I don't have a lot of time to spare but I just wanted to make sure you are okay."

"I'm fine," she chuckles. "Are you and Spencer planning on visiting anytime soon? It'd be good to see you two."

"I think we can make that work," you smile. "I gotta go. It was nice talking to you."

As soon as you hang up, your smile is lost. Diana is fine. Spencer lied to you. You look at Spencer who has his nose buried in his phone. You'll ask him about it later. You don't want to start a fight right now.

"What's going on?"

You look to the right and see Derek and Hotch talking.

"The foster family didn't even know Ellie was missing. I'm doing what I can to get her transferred to Child Protective Services in Virginia."

"Do you think that's a good idea?"

"I just want to know that that girl is safe. If you asked me to look after Jack, would you be happy right now?"

"I know that you'd do everything you could."

"Derek, you're doing everything you can to protect her," you say. "You're doing a good job."

"Thanks."

You leave their side and join Spencer, Emily, and Beeks in the conference room while they're deep in conversation.

"He's been in the system? I thought you said he's from suburbia," Beeks says.

"He grew up in medium socio-economic status, but his rage against families tells us that he experienced extreme abuse or neglect. At some point, he was most likely removed from his family. Now, I had Garcia widen the search of missing children to those in foster homes and juvenile care facilities, all represented by these ten black dots."

Spencer points to the map of the area behind him that has red and black dots over it.

"Ten kids fit our profile. Great," Emily scoffs.

"Actually, each dot represents a thousand currently in the system."

"Ten thousand children?"

"Even that's too many for me to look at and point out," you say.

"Nebraska's one of the nation's highest per capita state ward populations. Now, using the age and the gender of our suspect, I was able to whittle down the search and that yielded this interesting pattern hence the red dots."

Spencer shows this by running his fingers over the imaginary line that connects the red dots.

"A pattern of red dots. Give me one more hint," Beeks says.

"The red dots represent thirty-three boys between the ages of ten and seventeen who became wards of the state this year, all abandoned at major hospitals."

"Wait a minute. I thought the Safe Haven Law was so that women could leave unwanted babies in hospitals instead of leaving them in dumpsters," Emily says.

"Yeah, but there wasn't an age limit in Nebraska initially."

"He's right," Beeks agrees. "The law now just covers infants but we still get teenagers left at hospitals with a note pinned to their jacket. Some are even driven in from out of state."

"Now, Monica worked at this hospital, Northern Omaha Medical." He puts a pin on one of the red dots in Omaha. "If the unsub's parents abandoned him there, it's probably where they met."

"What happens when a child is abandoned?" Hotch asks.

"The hospital contacts social services. The act of abandonment immediately labels the parents unfit and the child becomes a ward of the state. The child goes into foster care, though most parents won't take older children. In which case, he'd be sent to a juvenile facility."

"The same one that houses delinquents?"

"That's right."

"Did Northern Omaha Medical register an adolescent boy as a ward of the state on that day?"

"Garcia said no but she's still looking."

"If Monica wanted to keep him out of a facility, she might have gone around protocol."

"She might have documented it, though. Y/N and Rossi, go to the Archer house and see if you can figure out what her plan was."

"Let's go, kid."

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[diagnosedpsychosis]

Protective Hotch

Description: There is a copycat the BAU are after, so Hotch and reader go to prison to talk to the original offender. The prisoner makes a few suggestive comments about the reader that Hotch doesn't like.

Made up, not a CM episode.

Word Count: 2.5k

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You had only ever stepped inside a prison a handful of times before. Literally. You could count every visit on one hand, all whilst being able to recount why you'd gone those 4 times in the first place; now 5.

The first 3 were all for the same thing, and the same person. A serial rapist and murderer you had helped catch years earlier was being interviewed, and not only did you have to supervise, but perform a psych eval on him as well.

The fourth time, you were in and out in record time. Another prisoner you'd put away had died and you were there purely to collect the few belongings in his cell. When the Warden of the Penitentiary had called you to inform you of the inmates passing, you offered to come down from Virginia. The Warden suggested not bothering, and that they'd just throw his belongings in the rubbish bin, which is exactly why you got on the earliest plane you possibly could. This particular inmate had victims he'd not told you about, and you just wanted to make sure with your own eyes he didn't name them in or on anything in his cell.

Today though, on your fifth time inside prison walls, you weren't alone. Your company came in the form of your long time workplace crush, Aaron Hotchner. The pressure of having not only your crush, but the BAU's Unit Chief with you put an immense weight on your shoulders.

Usually you weren't fazed by the cold glares and almost bored expressions. Aaron Hotchner exuded power and had subconsciously mastered the art of intimidation, but that wasn't what made the hairs on the back of your neck stand as he walked beside you, down prison halls.

It was how close beside you he walked. The outside of his arm brushed yours with each step and sway of his arms, and even though you could see, in the corner of your eye, his head facing forward, you could feel his eyes bouncing all over the place.

He stood close not because he wanted to, but because even if every cell door was closed, and every hall had 3 guards tending to it at all times, he didn't feel 100% safe, which meant he wasn't comfortable having you around. Because he knew, that if by some fluke chance the doors buzzed open, you would be every prisoners target.

He knew it. You knew it. The inmates knew it.

"Oh Hey Baby, how about taking a detour and stopping by my cell?" Somebody off to the side hollered, which lead to a loud array of crude comments made your way. You ignored them well, but Hotch seemed to take offence for you. You were almost at the end of the hall, but that didn't stop Hotch from protectively stepping even closer, almost tripping you up with how close he now was.

You both got to the door at the end of the hall, the guard standing beside it nodding at the two of you before letting you in. You walked in first, Hotch shutting the door behind himself as you stepped up to the one sided glass, looking at the man you both were about to question.

"Certainly not the kind of man I'd enjoy being alone with" You stated, Hotch stopped beside you and looking into the visitors room, his arm brushing yours again. Relatively old and greying, Martin Gould was NOT a sight for sore eyes. He wasn't attractive, which is what ended up being a factor of his killings. He'd ask a woman out, she'd reject him, he'd later stalk her, and then rape and mutilate her, in her own home.

"I wouldn't have brought you if I didn't need you. I'm not going to leave your side. I promise" Hotch told you. When you and the team had been going through victimology of the copycats and then compared them to the original killers, you'd all come to the same conclusion. You were his type, to the T.

That's why you were here. Not because your skills were valued and appreciated...but because you were this guys type, and you hated that. You hated feeling like you had to prove yourself more, in a team you'd been in for years. You worked 5 times as hard as everyone else, and yet still felt like you'd gotten nowhere at being seen as an asset to the team. Nobody had ever said it to your face, hell maybe they'd never even thought that way about you, but you were an avid overthinking pessimist.

"Everything is going to be fine" Hotch reassured you again when you didn't reply to his promise. You sighed, grabbing the door that separated you two from Martin Gould.

"Easy for you to say. He raped and mutilated 13 women" Before Hotch got time to process what you'd said and the weight of your words, you opened the door and stepped inside. Martin Gould immediately looked to you as you entered, paying little to no attention to Hotch as he followed behind, and took the seat beside you at the metal table.

"Wow. Just wow" Martin sighed, leaning forward and resting his chin on his open palm, as he stared at you like you were the brightest star in the sky. At least someone appreciated you.

"Martin, I'm SSA y/n y/l/n, and this is SSA Aaron-"

"Has anyone ever told you you've got the eyes of a rare jewel?" You ignored him, and continued on like he'd never interrupted you in the first place.

"-Hotchner. We're with the FBI's Behavioural Analysis Unit-"

"No ring, I don't see how that's possible. You must have men down at your feet 24/7" Martin interrupted you again, shuffling forward in his seat slightly to get closer to you.

"We're here to investigate a string of serial rape and mutilations. Same signature as yours from 7 years ago" Hotch speaks for the first time, and you both notice Martin's jaw twitch at the sound of his voice. Martin takes a breath, ignoring Hotch before smiling back at you.

"Couldn't be me, Sweetheart" Martin tells you softly, lifting his hands and showing you the chains restricting his movement.

"It's a copycat, somebody who admires you. He's probably sent you hundreds of letters over the course of the last 7 years" Martin holds his smirk as he listens to you, enjoying the sound of your voice and the way your lips move with each word.

"They would've started with him confiding in you, expressing his share of troubles involving women rejecting him. Then they would've started becoming a little more aggressive" You state, Hotch straightening his posture, one of his tells that he's about to talk.

"Probably wrote 'What is wrong with me?' over and over again" Hotch adds, Martin's smile faltering as he speaks again.

"And then his most recent letters would've been him talking about women like we're a virus. Something nasty that could be caught and had to be terminated" Martin shook his head ever so lightly, his smile growing with every second you continued talking to him. He's a classic narcissist and thinks that the fact you're talking directly to him and looking him dead on, means you're flirting with him.

"As pretty as you are, you're just like them, aren't you?" He asked slowly making you frown.

"I'm sorry?" Martin leans forward a tiny bit more, the smile on his face long gone and replaced with a look of repulsion.

"A needy whore, asking for it-"

"That's enough" Hotch stated.

"Begging for it. You all lead us on with your smiles and your glances, but then you laugh in our faces and tell us to get lost" So that's why he thought these women deserved it. Because to him, an innocent smile and a half a second passing by glance meant flirting. So when he'd walk up and randomly ask a woman out and she'd say no, he'd see her as a tease, a deceiver, someone who needed to pay.

"You're nothing less, Agent y/n y/l/n. Just a whore with a bitching, lying mouth, and a pussy asking to be-" Hotch sliding back in his chair and abruptly standing up caught you off guard more than Martin Gould's random verbal attack.

"Y/n, out" Hotch demanded, leaving no room to argue against his direct order. But you did anyway.

"No, Hotch, I'm fine-"

"Y/l/n, out or you're suspended for a week" Your face contorts with shock. Never has Hotch ever been so forward and aggressive towards you in your life and you hated how being on the receiving end of his threat made you feel.

"What?" You stood and raised your voice, finding Hotch completely unreasonable in this moment. You were with a prisoner who know who the unsub was, you could easily get it out of him, and now here he was sending you out. He brought you all this way for a couple sentences?

"You're not being forceful enough, Agent. Bend her over and teach her a-" Martin's words became background noise as Hotch took your arm, backing you up to the door of the visiting room, before opening the door and practically shoving you out. He let go before you could rip your arm from his grasp, and shut the door in your face.

Not knowing what the hell just happened and why the hell Hotch reacted like that, you storm over to the one sided glass window, and slam your palm against the button under the window that allows you to hear what is being said inside the visiting room.

"I don't care who you are, or where we are. If you ever talk to my Agent like that, ever again, I'll make you sure I am the last thing you ever see" Hotch threatened, the look on his face sending a wave of goose bumps over every inch of your burning skin. He looked furious.

"Probably not the best place to threaten killing me, Agent Hotchner" Martin stated, trying to hold back his laughter. It quickly died down at the expression adorning Hotch's face. It was almost like he was being challenged.

"I don't need to kill you to take away your sight, Gould. All I need is a speculum and a pair of scissors" Hotch replied and you watched in shock as for the first time since talking with him, Martin looked anything but cocky. Hotch used Martin's current state to his advantage.

"His name" Martin hesitated, glancing at the one way window like he knew you were standing behind it.

"Dane Hansen" The second the name left his mouth, Hotch was turning around and exiting the visiting room, only to be met with an annoyed you, giving him the cold shoulder. His eyes stayed glued to yours as he shut the door behind himself.

"Don't give me that look."

"I was given about 10 seconds from the first time you told me to get out before you threatened to suspend me. If you want me gone just say it, Hotch" You knew you were probably being unreasonable but you were annoyed. What so quickly went from 'get out' turned to 'if you don't you're suspended'. It escalated in seconds and made you wonder how long they'd been sitting on the tip of Hotch's tongue.

"Was I the only one that heard the way he talked about you?" Hotch questioned, clearly annoyed by your assumption. You take a step toward him.

"Simply sending me out of the room doesn't stop me from hearing it, Hotch" You brought attention to your hand by tapping the button again, turning off the speaker. Hotch took a step forward.

"He was getting satisfaction out of you being in the room" My presence. My face. My body. Not my skills, and Hotch knew that. He only brought me to show me off.

"Be honest with me, Hotch. Do you bring me along for these things because you think I'm the worst profiler on the team, so I won't be needed as much back there with everyone?" Hotch frowns at me, turning his head to the right slightly.

"I have never once called you a bad profiler."

"You've never called me a good one either, Aaron. Believe it or not, but I'm one of those people that need to be told they're doing good to keep doing good. I need the validation, otherwise I lose energy and end up giving a half assed effort" You immediately realised the first name slip, but if Hotch noticed it he certainly didn't show it. Instead, he takes another step that makes him dangerously close. You can smell his musky cologne, and if either of you take another step your face would be buried in his chest.

"Y/n, you're not a good profiler, you're an amazing profiler. I didn't bring you along today to show you off as a piece of meat to Gould. You're his type, but so is Prentiss. I wanted you here. I wanted you on the plane, and I wanted you in the car. I like your company, I like your perspective and I like your brain" You suck in a shaky breath, embarrassingly overwhelmed so quickly by Hotch's compliment. Even though it's only a few things, it means so much because he's not the kind of guy to get even slightly sentimental about anything.

"You think I don't notice when the overthinking side of you takes over the reasonable side? You're an asset to our team, y/n. I didn't bring you along for the benefit of the case, I brought you along for myself" Tense silence consumes the room and the air the two of you breathe. For what feels like minutes, you two stand, almost toe to toe staring at each other.

There's an achingly intense energy floating around the two of you, and before looks go any further or before either of you can slice the tension in half, Hotch's phone rings, and you both rear back at the shriek.

Your shoulders sag in disappointment and you swear you see the same with Hotch's, but he's back in boss mode too fast for you to really catch a good look as he listens to somebody on the other end of the line.

"We're just heading out now. Yeah, we got a name; Dane Hansen" Hotch ends the phone call and his eyes meet yours again as he shoves his phone back in his pocket.

"We've got to go" You press your lips into a tight smile and nod. Walking past him, you go to grab the door that'll lead you back into the hall, but before you reach it a large, warm hand wraps around your wrist stopping you.

You turn back to Hotch, and again he's toe to toe with you. His grip on your arm is soft, and the look on his face mixed with his parted lips tells you all you need to know; he wants to say something.

You don't know what he's thinking, but you also don't want to force it out of him. You smile and slowly pull away from his grip before patting his arm.

"It's okay, Aaron. Come on, let's go."

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[taylorsfolkmoredress]

title: Fear consumes (part 3)

part 1 part 2 part 4 part 5

wc: 862

summary: the most recent case scared aaron more than any had yet. hes dealing with it

tags: MDNI 18+ dark!aaron, stalker!aaron, panic attacks, flashbacks, talks about rape and murder, talks of watching reader through a camera, protective aaron, paranoid aaron, perv!aaron, afab fem reader, lmk if theres more i need to add

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The team had returned from a gruesome, week-long case hours ago. Hotch had sent everyone home, insisting that he would stay and get the paperwork finished. He could see the exhaustion in everyones eyes. The exhaustion in your eyes.

He’s been writing for far too long, and the words have long since run together. Now, random words stick out to him as rereads his report for what feels like the thousandth time.

…stalking victims for up to a week…

…single women, 18-30…

…beaten…

…raped…

…murdered…

He reads the words over and over again, his mind echoing them until all he can hear are those words. All he can see is you. Beaten, broken, and bloody. Laying there with your clothes torn. His eyes burn as he reads the words and he realizes he hasn’t blinked in far too long. He’s scared to. Scared to close his eyes and see you in place of the victims. Scared to see your gorgeous hair stained with your own blood. Scared to see your skin covered in angry black bruises, the kind that come from someone with no mercy. No care. He can practically hear your cries and screams, and it’s all becoming too much.

His chest feels tight, like something inside his body is gripping his lungs tight tight tighter. He can’t breathe and he doesn’t know what to do. He needs to breathe. Why can’t he breathe? He knows, he knows it’s not real. He knows you’re home. Safe. Probably reading some new book you’d purchased before the case. He knows you’re ok, but fuck. What if youre not? What if you’re hurt? What if some copycat killer is out there, choosing you for his next victim?

The room was spinning around him. Nothing felt real and at the same time everything was far too real. He can feel your blood covering his hands. He can see you gasping, begging him to please, save you.

He needs to see you. Needs to hear you. Something, anything to calm his fears. Anything to derail the terror thats running through his veins.

His hands find his phone and dial your number before he has time to come up with an excuse for calling at such a late hour.

He feels guilt for the briefest of moments, before you answer the phone and all of his anxieties begin to slowly fall away. He can hear the sleep in your voice, but he’s unable to feel bad for waking you. You’re safe. You’re safe, and ok, and you’re going to go back to sleep if he doesn’t say anything soon but that’s ok because you’re safe.

Finally, Hotch lets out a slow, shaky breath, before quietly mumbling that he had a question about part of the case you’d helped on. He makes something up on the spot, asking about your contribution to the profile and how you came to your conclusions. He knows the answer. He knew immediately when you’d told him your belief of the unsub. But he wants to hear your voice. He wants to hear the soft breathing and rustling blankets. He wants to hear your little sighs as you inevitably resettle yourself into your blankets. He wants to hear all the proof he can that you’re alive, ok, and alone in your apartment.

Part of Aaron, a part that has been getting louder and louder as the days go by, wishes he had a camera in your apartment. He knows it’s a gross violation of privacy. He knows just how absolutely inappropriate and downright creepy it would be for him to do. But he wishes for it so badly. He needs to see you. Needs to see you safe and sound. He needs to know right away if you’re in trouble.

Hitch isn’t really listening as you speak. Not in a mean way, he just- he can’t understand the words you’re saying when the images of you he had in his head previously are slowly being replaced with new images of you, curled in bed. Probably wearing something loose and flowy. He knows you’d look absolutely amazing. Soft, and relaxed. You’d probably smile at him so sweetly if he was there. He’d wrap himself around you all night, make sure youre safe and warm and happy. He’d keep watch over you. He could sacrifice a few hours of sleep to keep an eye on your window. He’d listen for the front door. You’d never be hurt with him there. He can almost imagine how sweet you’d sound, saying his name in the morning, thanking him for being there.

In reality, you were quietly calling his name through the speaker of his phone. You’ve finished answering his question, and his silence has obviously concerned you. He quickly thanks you and hangs up, burying his face in his hands when the call fully clicks off. He feels a wave of embarrassment flood over him at how hed ended the call, but it had nothing on the fear that holds him captive every time he looks at the paperwork in front of him.

Yeah, he would need to look into discreet cameras when he had a chance.

[itsohh]

Despite Part 4

A/N: Female reader

Summary: After a busy few weeks of work, Albert finds the time to show up once again at your apartment. This time for personal reason, to ask you out.

Warnings: Mention of harassment.

Word count: 2094

AO3 Masterlist Part 3 Part 5

“Tell me what you feel.”

“It hurts.”

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It was late afternoon, music filled the air around you. Your focus was on the papers that were displayed all around you. There was a decent amount of photos, most of them rarer gorey and off-putting for most. Not you though, hyper-focused on the information in front of you, you didn't hear the knock at the door. Not until about the third knock when it cut through the music and you jumped up. 

You quickly rushed over to the door and opened it. There stood your Captain, he wore a plain black shirt and dress pants. It was one of the first times you had seen him in something that wasn't the S.T.A.R.S. uniform.

“Oh Captain Wesker, I didn't expect,” your hands felt your body for the pager on your hip. “Ah did something happen with the pager system? Is everything-”

“-I'm not here on business.” His face was directly on yours and your breath hitched for a moment. Your blood raced inside of you and you couldn’t help the way that your mind short-circuited slightly.

It had been two weeks since the pair of you shared that moment on the RPD roof, both of you had been so busy in the storm of work that had ramped up just after Christmas neither of you had a chance to talk about it. “I see, please come in.” You opened the door for him to enter and you slipped away from it back to your living room. “Shoes off please!” You called over your shoulder and went towards your record player. The music turned from a loud storm into a small simmer of background sound after you turned it down. 

When you stood back up you were met with the sight of Albert in his plain black socks next to your couch. His eyes were on the case files that decorated almost the entire couch, coffee table and floor. “Ah forgive the mess, I would have tidied up if I knew you were coming.” You moved to pick up the papers and organise them into a stack. 

“I recognise this, one of the department's cold cases. A serial killer active from 1989 to 1993. Killed 15 women.” His head turned to you and you pressed your lips together. 

“That's right, it almost became 16 when his victim got away and he didn't resurface.” 

“Planning on becoming a detective are we?” He folded his arms as he leaned against the wall behind your couch and you let out a laugh. 

“Gods no.”

“You just spend your free time working?”

“I like to familiarise myself with history. How can I avoid making the mistakes of the past if I don't know it? It helps in recognizing things in the field.” You looked away from the man for a second. “I'm also a bit curious, to be honest, from a medical standpoint.”

“Some people might not like you bringing up old cold cases.” 

“Don't worry I'm not making a fuss. I'm just looking at them, not unless I find something really big. It would be cruel to give the victims' families false hope.” You finished stacking the files and moved them from your living room into your home office where your computer was. There you put the files into your desk cabinet and locked it. 

When you returned to the living room you found Wesker looking at a notebook that you had left out. “You’re rather thorough in your observations,” Wesker spoke without looking up from it. 

“If you're going to do something you might as well do it right.” You shrugged and he put the notebook back on the coffee table. 

“Your phone is still disconnected, I tried calling.” Your eyes went to the phone on the other side of your couch on a side table. The cable was still ripped out. “I haven't got around to changing my number again.” 

Albert's brow raised just above his sunglasses and you found a seat on the armchair that sat on the short side of the coffee table. 

“It's a whole thing, an old fling that won't leave me alone. He's harmless, just annoying.” 

Wesker leaned forward and you could see the subtle changes in his face, the way it hardened at the information. “Are you being stalked?” The direct question had you choke for a moment and you shook your head. 

“No. He never shows up in person, just calls me a lot. We had a casual thing going on and then he tried to start playing games and wasting my time so I broke things off. He never really got over that. It's just easier to have it off the hook. You guys normally page me anyway.”

“I need to be able to contact you.”

“You can just page me.”

“We both know why I can't page you asking to go to dinner now can I?” 

The question had you freeze and your lips parted. “You want to take me out for dinner? What, tonight?”

“It's the only night I have off after all.”

“Yeah, I'd like to. I just ugh- first I want to make sure we're on the same page. Romantically speaking, I don’t want what we've got to blow up in our faces. ” 

Albert leaned back on your couch and nodded for you to continue. “I normally do casual things just to destress and whatnot but I don't want that with you. I enjoy your company too much for that.” Heat rushed to your face and you tried to keep your voice as level as you possibly could. 

“This can't affect our workplace. Ever. Neither of us should ever hesitate because of this, I don't want special treatment, nothing. But on the flip side, I don't want you to go harder on me because of it. We stay the same. You're my Captain and I'm under your command.”

“Responsible enough, I agree.”

“Out here though when it's just the pair of us I want us to be equals. Always. There's no rank, no nothing.” 

“Of course.”

“In the worst case scenario and this doesn't work out it can't affect work. Or if we fight we have to put that aside. What’s part of work stays in work and what personal stays personal.”

“Were reasonable enough adults, I'm sure we'll manage.” Albert's head tilted down and his sunglasses slid down ever so slightly. The angle allowed him to look over them and directly at you, those pale grey-blue eyes into yours. 

“I believe this goes without saying but since we're putting everything on the plate, I don't share.” 

“I figured that, I've made a few calls.” 

He side-eyed your phone and you shrugged. 

“It's only physically disconnected, I plug it back in when I make outgoing calls.”

“Call your phone company, they can have his number blocked.” Albert pushed the middle of his glasses up on his face which hid his eyes once again. 

“It is, he uses payphones.” Albert opened his mouth but you continued speaking before he could say anything. “Look he's just annoying that's all, I feel kinda sorry for the dude. Yeah, he's a pain but he's not a bad man. You don't have to do anything alright? I know where your mind is going, I'll get my number changed, it's just a hassle I've been putting off.” 

“Hmm.” His hand reached for your face where his bent knuckles brushed against your cheek. Silently you leaned into his touch and your eyes flicked close as you enjoyed his touch. They brushed back and once again his hand cupped the side of your face. His hand was closed, the top of his thumb settled to the side of your outer eye and his fingers rested on the connection from your check to your neck. 

Wesker's palm was rather close to your lips. It gave you the opportunity to rotate your head and plant a kiss on it before you moved back into place. 

“Go out to dinner with me?” He finally asked directly.

You nodded which made the corner of his lips curl. “Do you mind if I go get ready? I hardly think this qualifies for whatever you have planned.” You gestured to the basic shirt and sweatpants you wore. 

“Take as long as you need, wear something nice.”

You stood up from the armchair and disconnected from the man. “I'll try not to be too long, feel free to change up the record if you like.” You smiled at him and he watched as you left the room and headed to your bedroom. 

About an hour later you stepped out of your bedroom in a rather long velvet dress. The dark blue dress would keep you warm and where the slit in the dress showed your legs, your pantyhose would do. You walked down the hallway from the master bedroom with a pair of heels in hand, you had already tapped up your feet to prevent any pain or pressure from them before you put on your pantyhose. 

When you reached the living room you found Wesker still rather interested in your notebook while music still softly played in the background. He had changed it at some point. If it was because the album had finished or because he preferred the change you didn't know. “Fleetwood Mac?” You raised a brow and sat down in the armchair to put your shoes on. 

“I find it more agreeable than most of your collection.”

The comment had you laugh and raise a brow. “Not a fan of rock?”

“It's distracting.” 

“Yeah, that's typically the idea.” You stood up from the chair and grabbed your wallet from the table. Every step you took echoed slightly on the wooden floor and you slipped the wallet into a small bag with a spaghetti strap. 

“How do I look?” You smiled and posed slightly for the man. The notebook slapped on the coffee table and he stood up from the couch. He didn't say anything until he was directly in front of you. The heels on your feet changed up your height but that didn't seem to matter to him. He leaned in towards you, his nose briefly brushed against your own and his lips once again took their time against yours. 

“Stunning.” His voice was low when the pair of you parted. “You look stunning, perfect.”

“Good. Shall we head out then? Doctor Wesker.” You paused before you said his name your eyes focused on the way he flashed you his teeth for a second. 

“It's not often I'm called that. When it's the pair of us, Albert is fine.” 

“Albert.” You clicked your tongue and tested his name. “How many people have the honour of calling you that?”

“Not many.”

A hum left your lips and you stepped back in to kiss the man once more. The action towards him was still rather new to you and took your breath away slightly with each moment. It was something you could certainly get used to. Despite him knowing exactly how lethal you could be, there was a level of gentleness whenever he touched you. His large fingers were careful not to bruise your skin when he cupped your face, his lips were somewhat little forceful but never imposing, it was a side of him that you never would have seen in the workplace. 

You took a step to head to the door only for your ankle to buckle. With wide eyes, you stumbled only to be promptly caught by Albert. His hand shot out at almost inhuman speed and grabbed your elbow. “Thanks, sorry. It's been a while since I wore anything like this.” 

“Hmm, no need to for my sake. I’d rather you be able to walk tomorrow.” He let go of your arm.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry. Besides, it’s nice to dress up once in a while.”

“Has it been a long time?” Albert asked as you went for your apartment door and the pair of you walked out into the hallway.

“Yeah, gods. I don’t even know the last time I dressed up let alone went on a date. I think maybe graduation.” You reached the elevator and stepped inside. 

“We’ll have to fix that then.”

You raised a brow at the man. “Already planning the next one? Aren't you thinking ahead a bit much?” Your voice was a tease as the elevator descended. 

“Am I wrong too? I plan everything I do that is worthwhile.”

“I'm worthwhile huh?” 

“Exceptionally.” 

[dark-ocean-blue]

Yandere Undertale Papyrus Aus -probably OOC ♡︎

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

☻ HORRORTALE Papyrus (Spice) ☻

Protective:

-Spice’s protective nature is intense and rather unsettling compared to his counterparts. He’s been through so much suffering in the world, and the last thing he’ll allow is for you to experience that same pain. If anyone dares to threaten you, you can expect their head on a pike at your front door. But never the worry! He'll comfort you afterwards when you get scared that some random has been leaving oddly clean lopped off heads near your living space. He won’t hesitate to eliminate any threats as well, and while if you ever find out what he’s been doing and are horrified by the bloodshed, he’ll act like a kicked dog, practically crying and shifting the blame on you without you noticing too much because of the sobbing mess he’s in. He’ll play the victim card, saying that’s all he’s known, but down inside Spice knows better, he feels a little guilty for what he’s done and he knows it’s wrong(you could use this against him to let you go). He’ll tell you that he had to do it to keep you safe and that he’d never let anyone lay a finger on you.

Affectionate to what end?:

-Spice isn’t the kind of guy to show affection just with gentle touches or sweet words. Instead, his idea of romance is leaving you oddly specific gifts that you’ve been needing and never said anything about- like a new hair dryer because the one you’ve had for six years or so finally kicked the bucket, or a bunch of camping supplies when you were going to hang out with your friends next weekend. He’ll present them to you with his signature grin, saying something like, “I SAW THIS AND THOUGHT OF YOU. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT HUMAN” While it might send a chill down your spine wondering how he knew exactly what you needed you can tell he’s trying to express affection in the best way he can, so you let it slide.

Devoting:

-Spice’s love for you is an obsessive, almost suffocating kind of devotion. You belong to him in his twisted mind and you haven’t even held hands yet! You guys are just friends. He doesn’t think you should leave his side, and when you do, he’ll follow. Unfortunately because of his size it's kind of difficult to stalk you without it being painfully obvious, so he ends up lurking around your house/building at night, watching you through some janky window while you sleep- honing in on every move and shift you make under the covers with unnerving eyes, trying to match his breathing with yours to try and at least feel some sort of semblance of him being close to you while you sleep. Sometimes he might even be feeling a little risky and try to come inside it hurts to crawl through such a small window but if it's for you he could bear it. If you start to show affection toward someone else, Spice will find a way to undermine that, he can be annoyingly sweet or oblivious to manipulate situations to his favor. He might never outright admit how possessive he is, but it’s clear in everything he does.

Romantic in his own way:

In Spice’s mind, his “romantic gestures” are the pinnacle of affection. He might invite you to dinner, and the meal will be pretty enjoyable(disgusting) to say the least. Some of the meat in the spaghetti is raw and you think you might’ve seen an eye in it.

Protection/comfort I guess?:

-Spice won’t let you out of his sight for too long. He doesn’t trust anyone else, so he’ll ensure your safety any time he can even if you can’t see him. Feeling nervous about walking home alone at night? He's there. Some guys bothering you at a cafe? He's there too. If you start showing signs of fear or anxiety, Spice will be there, looming over you, uncomfortably close with his unsettling grin, reassuring you that he will always keep you safe. He’ll hold you in moments where you're at your lowest, when your family and friends have slowly stopped talking to you, some of them even dying, he'll be the one to offer you his cold, bony arms. His embrace might feel empty and hollow, but that's what you’re here for! To fill in what he’s been missing all this time.

Staring:

-His empty sockets, glowing with a faint, eerie light, will often be fixed on you—whether he’s watching you sleep, tracking your movements, or just enjoying your presence. He’ll stare at you for long stretches of time, silently watching, waiting for you to react. It’s unsettling, but you can’t deny there’s a strange affection in his loving gaze.

Captured:

-Spice might have a unique way of showing affection. If you get too close to him, you might end up in one of his strange, death-trap contraptions that he’s designed to keep you close and safe... in his own way. A “trap” could range from something simple like locking the door so you can’t leave or creating a cage-like structure that forces you to stay by his side. He won’t hurt you, it distresses him to even have the thought of you being in pain or harmed in any way, but he’s definitely making it clear that he's not letting you go. His logic?

“IT’S FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY. THE OUTSIDE WORLD IS TOO DANGEROUS. I COULDN'T HANDLE IT IF YOU GOT HURT, PLEASE UNDERSTAND- IT'LL ALL MAKE SENSE IN THE LONG RUN I PROMISE!”

Night terrors grasp:

-In his sleep, Spice often experiences nightmares of being forced back into the underground, losing you, losing everything after him and his brother had finally come so far, his mind couldn’t even handle the thought. As a result, he’ll sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in cold sweat, trembling from the fear of your disappearance, tears flowing from his eyes and curling up into a ball to comfort himself. If you’re nearby(sleepover or something I don't know go along with it), he’ll rush to you, whispering your name as if to reassure himself that you’re still there. He might hold you too tightly, his bone-like fingers digging into your skin, whispering in a soft, horrifying tone,

“please -please -please -please, YOU’RE STILL HERE, RIGHT? YOU’RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE. YOU -YOU CANT, YOU WOULDNT,”

UNDERTALE Papyrus ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡

Affectionate:

-Papyrus’s affection for you is masked pretty well under the guise of “that’s just how he is with everyone!” He’s always there, watching you from the sidelines with a sweet smile but if you start spending too much time with someone else, his attention shifts immediately. He’ll start randomly “bumping into you”a whole lot more often and his excuse is that you both live in the same area, and it's kinda weird your assuming hes doing this on purpose…. He is -whether it’s popping up at random locations to offer you spaghetti or asking you out on “date nights” (in his mind, it’s a date, even if you don’t think so). If you try to push him away, he’ll start subtly making your friends seem like they are suspiciously more distant than before, and hey why did the news say one of them went missing? Oh well.

Stalking(part of his affection):

-Papyrus isn’t exactly shy when it comes to showing his affection, but his more obsessive side comes out when he thinks you’re not looking. He might follow you around without making himself known, just to keep an eye on you. He convinces himself that he’s doing it out of love and care. Believ it or not but he is surprisingly both quiet and stealthy when he wants to be, especially for his height. You’ll often bump into him in public an unusual amount of times in a row but I can’t quite say you’ll be able to bump into someone hiding in your closet. Behind Papyrus’s bright smile, there’s a quiet feeling rising in his soul, brewing, all he ever wants to do is keep you safe. He doesn’t like the idea of you being out of his sight for too long- but the two of you aren’t really together yet huh? What a shame he can’t just sleep in bed with you to secure your safety. He’ll just have to b outside your window! Or your room, or in your room

Too many Gifts:

-Papyrus loves to shower you with gifts! mostly things he’s made himself, like bones, spaghetti, or a weird new "pasta invention" he wants you to try. However, it gets a bit much after a while. Every time you see him, he has a new “gift” for you. Sometimes it’s a little odd and even unsettling: a bone necklace, a jar of glittering dust (dead monster) that he claims will protect you, or a hand-knit scarf that’s just a bit too big. His gifts are constantly piling up, and he’ll become upset if you don’t show enough appreciation.

“DO YOU NOT LIKE IT, HUMAN? I’VE WORKED SO HARD! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO WEAR MY SUPER COOL SCARFIT EVERYWHERE!”

Compliment:

-Papyrus loves giving and getting compliments. He often thinks he’s being sweet, but sometimes his words can feel uncomfortably possessive.

"YOU'RE AMAZING, HUMAN. I COULD NEVER FIND ANYONE AS PERFECT AS YOU. I KNOW I’M THE ONLY ONE WHO UNDERSTANDS YOU LIKE THIS!"

It’s all wrapped up in his usual excitement, which sometimes makes what he says confusing, but there’s something about his intensity that might make you feel like you’re being put on a pedestal, trapped on it.

Let you go:

-If you try to leave Papyrus’s side for any reason -whether it’s just to go home, or to visit someone else he becomes unreasonably upset.

“YOU’RE GOING SOMEWHERE? WITHOUT ME? BUT I THOUGHT WE WERE GOING TO SPEND TIME TOGETHER THIS WEEK?”

He’ll try to convince you that there’s nothing better than his company, and he’ll often make exaggerated claims that no one else will treat you as well as he does.

“YOU’LL NEVER FIND ANYONE WHO LO- CARES ABOUT YOU AS MUCH AS I DO”

These claims he makes are usually in a joking, sarcastic tone but in reality he fully means them.

Together:

-While he never directly says it, there’s an underlying tone in the way Papyrus speaks to you that makes it seem that he thinks you might be ever so slightly incompetent, like you couldn’t do anything for yourself if you tried, but he doesn’t want you to actually feel bad! He loves you and only wants you to get to your goal (safely and by his side only), so if he sees you looking upset Papyrus thinks of working together, he will most likely talk over you.

"THE TWO OF US WILL BE THE BEST TEAM! I CAN'T THINK OF A BETTER FRIEND!" Oof it hurts his poor soul to act as if you weren’t more than the love of his life

-ok so maybe the last part of his sentence was a little too strained for your liking. He'll use we and us as much as possible in conversations, as if he’s already made up your future together, regardless of whether you’ve expressed the same feelings. If you don’t go along with it, he might become a little more insistent, and slightly manipulative to try and get you see his side.

Jealousy:

-Papyrus is not overtly jealous, but there are signs. If someone else is paying attention to you, whether it's a monster or another human, his attention sharpens, and his cheerful demeanor becomes a little more strained. He’ll casually saunter over and introduce himself to the other person with a forced grin.

"HELLO! I DON’T THINK IVE EVER MET YOU BEFORE?"

Later on he might ask about them, and If you don’t give him a satisfying enough answer, Papyrus will look concerned and hurt

“I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU NEED TO BE AROUND OTHERS SO MUCH. AREN’T I ENOUGH?.”

pack your shit we’re going on a guilt trip

Subtle Threats:

-When Papyrus is pushed too far or doesn’t get his way, his usual happy go lucky tone can take on a darker, more menacing edge, Never towards you though! You’re simply adjusting, ofcourse you would make a few mistakes, but Papyrus will be right here to help you get back on your feet. However, if it’s the other person? Obviously they should know better. Is it not obvious that you’re taken?? It’s not like he put all this effort into looking like your datemate for nothing.

Trying to "Fix" You:

-If you ever express dissatisfaction with anything, whether it’s about the world or yourself, Papyrus will become laser-focused on “fixing” the issue. His way of showing care is through obsessive problem-solving!

“DON’T BE SAD DEAR, I KNOW JUST THE THING TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER!”

And it turns into an exhausting ritual if him forcibly solving every little problem in your life, sometimes overstepping boundaries, like throwing you into activities that he thinks will make you happy, but you never asked for.

"I’LL MAKE SURE YOU’RE NEVER SAD AGAIN HUMAN. I PROMISE!"

Delusional:

-Papyrus isn’t aware of the depth of his odd behaviors- I mean honest to the stars he’s a bit delulu. He truly believes that everything he does is for your own good, but the reality is he’s slowly making you dependent on him. By constantly solving your problems, bringing you food, offering you his protection, and keeping you close, by the time you realize what he’s doing he’s already got you to a point where you feel like you need him… And you know what? He might like it this way. He’s always there when you need something even if you insist he doesn’t have to help you. After a while, you start to wonder if he’s the only one who truly understands you.

“YOU WON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT A THING, HUMAN, THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL ALWAYS BE HERE FOR YOU!”

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THANK YOU FOR READING SO FAR! (つ╥﹏╥)つ

I’m a new writer so this is very vanilla introduction but it should get frakier later on.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE please forgive any spelling mistakes or grammar problems

Please give tips and criticisms on my writings as I need to improve !!

[heartfullofleeches]

Some background on my college yan and older neighbor reader because I love both very much

Tedric "Teddie" Jones- [he/they]

Teddie has always been a quiet and reserved guy. Sheltered by their parents due to difficulties at birth, Teddie would eventually receive his first taste of the macabre world as a young teen when a mishap at the local movie rent had him receiving a documentary on serial killers in the state instead of the age appropriate film his parents had picked for them. Saving all their allowance and birthday money to fuel their new obsession, now 23 year old Teddie Jones chemistry major is a horror fanatic, and has had vivid fantasies about tormenting those who have caused trouble in their life - but never the drive to commit such acts

Like many in the community, he avoided Reader when they first moved in per instruction of his parents. Through brief interaction over the years, he framed them as someone to be cautious of, though admired their independency and closed off nature. When rumors of their past began to pop up, he was the first to do some digging and his admiration only grew. The two wouldn't formally meet until one afternoon when his normally attentive parents forgot to tell him they had had the locks changed that very morning. Not wanting to be caught in the brewing storm, Teddie knocked on reader's door and asked if they could climb their fence to get to his backyard. Reader refused as they wouldn't be able to get over without a few scrapes and instead invited them inside to wait it out. With the way reader stared at him, a part of Teddie feared there was more to their generosity and lured him in with the gesture of kindness to add them to the growing roster of missing persons reports, but as soon as Teddie sat down they-

Just talked.

Reader asked how he was doing in school. How his parents were. They asked why he never used that skateboard they saw his dad bring home for him which Teddie had to bashfully explain he had fallen too many times for the idea of learning to be fun. It was the only time their expression changed during the conversation. They scolded him for giving up so easily and told him to bring it over if he ever got the chance. Within two weeks, Teddie had a new mode of transportation to and from school. When he asked why they helped him Reader said he reminded them a lot of themself when they were younger. Always afraid of the what-ifs and pain in spite of taking action. They didn't want him to end up like them at their age - alone with no one to turn to.

In that short timeframe, Reader became Teddie's rock. Whenever he had a problem they were who he fled to without a second thought. They shared their knowledge with him and in turn Teddie tried to be that same beacon of light for them they had been for him. He wanted to be their crutch, someone they could depend on in their darkest hour. Whenever he had thoughts of hurting others they always showed up in some fashion - encouraging them for his bravery or clutching their hands around his as the two drove a blade into the chest of their victim. They'd wash off in the shower together and Teddie would finally get to see more of their bedroom than just the glimpses he caught from his window. They'd lie together and with adrenaline still coursing through their veins, Teddie would finally know the warmth of another living being. They wondered if the kids would be reader's first as well. They dreamed they'd be each other's first in other ways, but would be fine with any outcome that ended with them both happy and in each other's arms.

Teddie is aware Reader sees them as someone to mentor which they use to their advantage to receive a taste of what their heart truly desires. They beg on their knees for dating practice so they can ask out someone they met at a party. Some make out experience would be nice too. Teddie works hard to someday become the person Reader can proudly call their own. They want to give Reader the youth they lost and take them heal their wounded heart to the world around them. The people in it can all burn for what they've done to them, but there's so much good the two can do together it all out weights the bad. If only they'd give him the chance.

"Reader"

Ranging somewhere from late 20s to early 30s- Reader was severely in high school for the hapless crime of being in the wrong place in the wrong century, Reader's misfortune only got worse as the one time they fought back to result in the head trauma and later death of a bully. At this point their harassment had escalated to borderline torture which left Reader with scars to this day. Through witness testimony and their injuries, Reader was not punished by the law by tradition means and instead sent away from the psychological damage they innocent caused.

Mostly free from their past, Reader could not return home after what happened and moved into a suburban neighborhood in a home owned by a distant relative who had passed and descendants who couldn't bother with the upkeep. Reader has made their peace, but is still haunted by ghosts and lessens their stress by avoiding relatively everyone. Well, mostly everyone. They take pity on the shy kid next door, seeing a reflection of themselves in him. When they heard they knock at their door they see a chance to right some of their wrongs and help the poor guy out. With their assistance, that quiet guy comes more out of their shell by the day and even managed to make a couple friends at their college. They couldn't be prouder.

Teddie still clings to their hip which puzzles them now that he has others who tolerate his company, but it's nice to have another voice in their barren fortress they call a home. Their age gap isn't too far off, but Reader can't help but find some of his mannerisms a little.. odd. Sometimes he waits on their porch like a lost puppy despite having a key, and he seems damn near obsessed with their love life which is pretty much non-existent. Must be just city things. They brush off his more outlandish queries and jokes that they'll kiss him if he gets a high enough score on his paper. The color drains from their face when the results are sent out and Teddie waits excitedly for their reward

[theoceanoasis]

I love your writing so much!! Could I pretty please request Soundrod, with Soundwave being protective of a carrying Hot Rod because it's been so long since sparklings have been made so a lot of mechs are curious and keep trying to touch/bother him over his carrying.

He shuffled around their apartment getting ready to go out. Soundwave wrapped his arms around his waist touching his large belly and kissing his neck.

"You look good."

He leaned into his touch and tilted his head to the side.

"Don't try and distract me we are going on a date tonight."

"I'm just worried about you getting sick."

"It's fine I already checked and the restaurant isn't cooking anything that's smell will upset me."

Soundwave nodded pulling away so he could finish getting ready wanting to look his best for Soundwave. Even though his mate already thought he was beautiful especially when he was glowing from carrying.

They ended up taking the bus because he couldn't transform and it was a long walk for him while carrying. They sat together talking about things they needed for the sparkling when someone interrupted them by touching his belly.

He jerked in surprise and Soundwave glared looking angry.

"Get your hands off my mate."

"I just want to feel his belly."

Ignoring his protests they continued touching him.

"You should have cobalt with your energon it's good for energon production."

They looked at his chest and he blushed feeling embarrassed as people started to look. Angry Soundwave slapped their hand away.

"I told you to stop touching him."

"I'm just trying to offer advice there is no reason to be so rude."

They pretended as though they were the victim and he could tell Soundwave's patience was wearing thin.

When the bus stopped he took his hand and they quickly got off. Soundwave was upset but he'd been dealing with that a lot.

Since it had been so long since a sparkling was created people have been bothering him wanting to touch his belly or giving unsolicited advice. He didn't like it at all and wanted to be left alone. However he knew that wasn't going to happen. No matter how much he asked people to stop touching him.

Soundwave was already protective enough because of sire coding he didn't want him to become even more protective when he realized strangers were touching his mate.

"Come on Soundwave let's enjoy the rest of our night."

He pulled Soundwave towards the restaurant not wanting that one interaction to ruin their date. However it seemed everyone was against him because the moment they walked inside the hostess was bothering him.

She tried touching his belly even though he asked her to stop. Then she gave advice and when they sat down she came over and told him what to order.

He'd tried to refuse and order something else when their waiter arrived however when their food was brought over it was what the hostess suggested.

Soundwave was mad and it was only changed when he got involved. People too scared to go against him.

While eating someone nearby made a comment about his weight telling him that he was eating too much and that's why he was fat.

Soundwave had snapped at them and they are least seemed embarrassed.

Needing to use the bathroom he was again bothered with people stopping him and trying to touch his belly.

It was frustrating and by the end of dinner he had tears in his optics just wanting to go home his date ruined because of all the people bothering him.

Soundwave was mad and very protective as they took the bus home glaring at anyone who looked their way.

When they got home he collapsed into bed exhausted and Soundwave rubbed his back as he cried.