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goth-mami-writer · 7 months ago

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☆Unbothered☆ (pt.2)

~(AU) Leon Kennedy × f!Reader drabble/work

~Find part one here

~{Part 3 coming soon! ♡}

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《 You re-entered the house after dropping the kids at your mom's. You were still tired, but somehow you felt jittery listening to your quiet house from the foyer. Leon would be home later that night, and you'd be alone for a while, but your first thing to do with the silence of your home….evaded your mind. You wanted to catch up on laundry. Or maybe vacuum. But neither of those were relaxing, just necessary. So you decided on a shower.

Truthfully, you just wanted to stand under the water without worrying how long you'd been away from downstairs. When you stood in your towel afterwards, you realized you had time to look in the mirror for once instead of rushing to put on clothes.

Or even makeup that didn't have to take four seconds while you yelled down the stairs for everyone to have their shit ready and be in the car.

You wondered how long it'd even been since you used your vanity, and you sat down in front of the small mirror in your bedroom as you decided on what to wear. After you finished your face, you slipped into a dress that you knew might not make Leon turn his head too hard. It was old, and you'd worn it to events before, but God, it had been years. But suddenly you heard from downstairs as he came inside.

You checked your watch after noticing how early it was for him to be in, and you hurried down the hallway. You found him in the kitchen and asked from the catwalk that hung above your living room if he was playing hooky from work.

“No-” Leon said, not looking up away from the counter where he unboxed the take out dinner he'd bought on the way in so neither of you would have to cook,

“I finished up early and figured to hell with the last hour. God, it's quiet in here without the k-”

You watched as he froze after turning to face you almost by mistake. He had to look twice to make sure he wasn't mistaken, and you questioned the look on his face,

“What?”

“You-” He stuttered before smirking up to you, “I've not seen you wear something like that in a while….Does it feel good?”

You looked around unsure how to answer although you knew exactly what you wanted to say. It did feel good to pretend maybe for just a weekend that you weren't sleep deprived and on the cusp of a breakdown.

“-Cause it looks good.” Leon said, stepping closer to the stairs. While hiding your smile, you crept down to meet him, and you mentioned that the food smelled good to change the subject. You noticed a brown grocery bag on the counter, and your brow furrowed to wonder what else he had brought along.

Leon showed you a new bottle of wine he'd got for the two of you to share but there was something else in the bottom of the bag that looked to be wrapped the same as candy. You held it up to the light to inspect it closer as he seemed to stray away almost intentionally. He began to explain as your eyes narrowed in once the realization set in to what he had bought,

“That- I saw that and figured for dessert... we could share a little chocolate.” Leon said, trying not to sound mischievous, but a grin formed on his mouth playfully.

“Leon- did you seriously buy sex chocolate?” You asked while reading the wrapper plastered in hearts with aphrodisiac ingredients listed clearly on the nutrition label.

He giggled as he opened the wine to pour a glass for each of you and he shrugged, mentioning in a daring tone when he realized his mouth could be a little more dirty now that he didn't have to censor in the presence of the kids,

“I mean…we've never really planned to fuck before. It's always just happened.. So why not…go full throttle? Come on, it'll be fun. They only take an hour to kick in.”

He offered your glass of wine across the counter, watching you bend to his idea of fun on your night off. You took a cautious drink, knowing that the whole point of spontaneous sex was you didn't have to plan it and it was twice as rewarding because of that.

But scheduled sex that was almost guaranteed to be worth a damn….seemed fool proof.

“I know we don't really need it.”

“And, yeah, yeah-” Leon said with that facetious roll to his eyes,

You checked your watch, not telling him exactly why until after you opened the pack of chocolate. Two squares were kept inside the foil paper and you put one to your nose. It smelled like something close to normal chocolate and Leon began to inspect it too under the kitchen light.

“This should go good with that wine actually-” He mentioned before looking up in disbelief at what you were doing.

He saw you place one square into your mouth already, and you washed it down with a sip of wine somewhat fearlessly as he watched in awe. You looked up to him, watching his jaw drop in seeing that you had no more doubts about this, and you said with a purr as you sloshed the Cabernet in your glass,

“We got an hour to kill. You want to watch a movie?”

You were so unsure before these few minutes but now there wasn't a shadow of doubt. It made Leon smile widely while putting the other chocolate into his mouth with a wink to follow your lead,

“Yeah- I'll bring the wine.”

You sat on the couch together, but neither of your eyes were open long enough to even see what was on TV. Leon was nuzzled into your neck, kissing you warmly and much to your delight when you felt his tongue softly grazing.

Your leg rested over his lap, letting his hand knead against your thigh from beneath your dress as your eyes were closed in the bliss of what felt like foreplay. It hadn't felt like this since before the kids were even thought of. While you two were dating those years ago. He'd come to town after an assignment in DC and you'd find a hotel to sneak to for the night. It was always the highlight of your weekend and the way he kept you busy those nights were something you dreamed of anymore.

Gently, he laid you to the couch and your heart raced even more. You wanted to go upstairs but you couldn't move away from this. His hands cupped handfuls of your chest as he lied across you to kiss you. Your legs instinctually opened at the first surge of becoming turned on and his face softened when he felt you welcoming him in so close.

Before you could ask him if he kept any of his condoms down here, there was a noise from under the couch's throw pillow that made both of you jump. You were startled by the whirring and buzzing that was muffled from beneath you and Leon moved you slightly to find one of the baby's toys that had been lost within the couch cushions.

Together you both laughed softly and Leon mentioned in a mutter from above with a wink after you caught a breath,

“You wanna finish this upstairs? I think this chocolate's kicking in.”

“It's been fifteen minutes, Leon.” You mentioned playfully and he shrugged with a smile, asking why you two had to wait.

You agreed with a chuckle and followed him upstairs. Already, you found yourself softly stumbling from only one glass of wine but you knew you'd be plenty sober in just a few minutes. You noticed that he was stumbling as well and you laughed, teasing him for nudging the door frame as he slothed his way into the bedroom.

“Damn, I feel like I can hear the whole neighborhood.” Leon mentioned in a slur from the quiet as he began to undress.

You took the bottle of wine that he still carried and set it on your nightstand. You felt your head swimming re-entering your bathroom, he'd kissed off all of your lipstick as you noticed in the mirror but you stripped down to your underwear, letting your dress stay on the bathroom floor.

He watched you crawl into the bed nonchalantly as he sat on his side, unbuttoning his shirt. He chuckled when he found you snuggled up to your pillow as he crawled beneath the covers beside you.

Gently he pulled you to his lips again, wrapping you around him there in the dark as you both became slowly tangled on the bed. You felt your heart racing but there was this softness present now, one that you didn't feel downstairs on the couch.

You turned, laying him down with his back meeting the mattress and straddled his waist before leaning back down to his lips. His hands met your face, cupping under your jaw but you felt as his fingers then tangled into your hair so sweetly as he kissed you. This was the softness that felt so new.

Both of you became out of breath from the shared, elevated heart rate between you and Leon pulled away only for a moment to put your forehead against his. He knew too that any kind of touch or kiss hadn't felt like this in years and he muttered with that same intoxicated cadence that you found endearing,

“It feels good to just do this too.” He chuckled under his breath, letting his lips graze yours as he spoke,

“Are we that damn old now? Where getting off just to do it won't cut it anymore?”

After telling him you loved him, your eyes fluttered when he told you the same. He lied your head on his chest and together you both fell asleep just as you thought you would. Leon held you in your shared slumber that was broken hours later by your phone ringing.

Your mother had called to give you an update that they'd made it to the children's aunt's and tiredly you thanked her for the call, mentioning that Leon and yourself had gone to bed a little early after dinner. You told the children you loved them and missed them before hanging up.

Leon awoke hearing you talking to your mother and he rose on his side of the bed to ask if the kids were okay. You nodded but noticed him holding his head after he spoke.

“How the hell am I light headed with a splitting headache?” He asked in a groan but as soon as he became close, you felt something churn from inside you. It's like the scent of his cologne was almost overpowering but it was…nice?

You put your nose into his neck, smelling for which one of his usuals that he wore but you furrowed your brow with a deep inhale

“What cologne are you wearing, baby?”

You felt his skin shimmer with goosebumps strangely as your nose grazed him and he trembled,

“Jesus- baby, I'm not wearing cologne.”

You told him how good he smelled but then raised from the bed to open the bedside window since normally you both sleep with the fan on. Leon tried to look and see what time it was, but your silhouette in the dimly lit room made his eyes widen. You slightly leaned over your dresser to unlatch the window, and Leon watched as the curve of your ass shook as you reached forward.

He felt a twitch towards his navel and looked down below the covers to find out exactly why he was lightheaded.

There wasn't any blood flow and hadn't been. He was sporting an undeniable hard-on from the aphrodisiacs.

“Hey honey-” He said, trying not to sound alarmed that he was so hard that he couldn't think straight thanks to the chocolates that had kicked in during your small nap.

“What?”

“We're gonna need to keep that window closed tight.”

You turned around to snap heatedly that it was hot as hell up here but you saw that his eyes kept glancing down to his lap. You put the pieces together, looking at your phone to see what time it was but when you moved you felt a chill of cold air between your thighs. You were wet and your thighs were smeared with moisture from the arousal brought on by those damn chocolates.

Your eyes shot to Leon, who brought his hand up to show you the tremble in his fingers from being so turned on that he was shaking. You knew this was why you thought he smelt so good those moments ago, it was intrinsic like an instinct. Leon then reiterated with an urgency that begged you to get back in bed before he got up to do it himself,

“Close that window, or this whole damn neighborhood is gonna hear us instead.”

You slammed the window shut, thinking to yourself as your veins swelled with your racing heartbeat to know that you needed him so desperately. This might take all night and you had never been so thankful for falling asleep in all your life when you told him breathily,

“And to hell if they do.” 》

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onthepyre · 1 year ago

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Steve's life is going to fall apart, he thinks.

Dustin's away at summer camp, Nancy's left for college two weeks early. He has a late shift at six, a house to return to that's emptier than usual, and a funeral to attend at eleven sharp tomorrow morning. His mother is writing a eulogy and his father is cold and pale in a box in some back room of the funeral home. He can't get the image out of his head.

At half past five, he shakes himself out of the stupor he's been sitting in. It's been at least twenty minutes since he's last moved, but really, who knows — all he's aware of is his aching back and the sharp pain in his neck from the hunched position he'd assumed at the kitchen table. Steve's car keys have left an imprint on his hand. He'd forgotten he was holding them. The Family Video vest is in his car, tossed haphazardly over the dash, and he shrugs it on over his gray polo before he pulls out of the driveway. Robin's house isn't far, something he's glad for. Less time he has to spend alone. Maybe she won't notice how tired he looks in the quickly dimming light.

She does. It's Robin, after all. Steve can't hide much from her.

"Hey, Stevie," she says as she slides into the passenger seat. Her voice is gentle, the way she might speak to an injured cat. "How are you doing?"

"It’s pretty bad," he tells her, and it feels like he's confessing to a crime. "I didn't get out of bed until, like, two hours ago and I still want to go back to sleep."

"Yeah?" she asks. He can tell she isn't sure what else to say.

"Yeah."

"I'm really sorry. I know that's pretty much the least helpful, most generic thing I could say, but I mean it. I can’t imagine how… how hard it must be."

There's a long pause. Steve starts thinking they're just going to drive in silence for the rest of the time, which is weird, especially for Robin. It makes him want to cry, sort of — that she, of all people, can't find anything to say to him. Inadvertently, he grips the wheel tighter.

"We'll close early," she says finally, timid in a way she usually isn't. "Keith can suck my dick, I don't care. He'll get over it. And we'll go get ice cream, if you want, and then I'll come stay over. If that's alright."

"Yeah," Steve answers, and God, there are tears in his eyes. "That would be great." He's careful not to let his voice catch.

"I'm thinking 8:00 — we'll start shutting down at 7:30 and be out by a quarter past. Then we've got almost an hour until Dairy Queen closes, unless you want to go somewhere else?" Out of the corner of his eye, Steve can see Robin twisting one of the rings on her left hand. Like a gut-punch, he knows it's the shitty tin band, the one he'd gotten out of a quarter machine at the arcade and fake-proposed to her with. She hadn't taken it off since that day.

Steve pulls into the parking lot, and turns to her once he's parked the car. She's still fiddling with the ring, so he reaches over to take her hand.

"Rob, listen," he says. "I'm not gonna fall apart. I'll be okay." He can tell that they both know it isn't true.

"You don't have to be," she tells him, and through slightly blurry vision, Steve can tell she's tearing up, too. "You can fall apart, it's all right. We'll put you back together. I'll be here the whole time."

Steve isn't sure why it's a problem, but he needs to make sure Robin doesn't see him cry. He gets out of the car and turns away. He can hear her, four feet away, doing the same.

———

The shift, short as it is, passes slowly and in relative quiet. Robin feels too far away, but the little bit of stability they've found since getting out of the car is fragile, winding between them like a spiderweb. If Steve reaches out, he'll break it.

They follow her schedule exactly, locking the door behind them at 8:15 — two hours before they're supposed to. Steve isn't one to get worked up about things like this, but he's even less worried than he usually would be. Nobody ever comes in on Thursday nights. The only people that will know are him and Robin.

"So, Dairy Queen?" she asks as she opens the door. "Or do you want to go somewhere else?"

"Dairy Queen is fine," he tells her. Nothing will really make him feel better, he thinks, but ice cream can't hurt.

The drive isn't long, but it feels like it. Steve can hardly stand whatever version of Robin this is, the one that's treating him like he's about to crumble at any second. She's right, but that's part of the reason it's getting to him so much. If the silence was unfounded, it wouldn't hurt so bad.

She insists on paying, and Steve almost can't stomach the sweetness of the Oreos. Robin gets M&Ms so he can pick at hers, too.

"So, how's band been going?" Steve asks, just to break the quiet.

Robin tilts her head a little. There's pity in her eyes.

"Pretty good," she says slowly. "The directors always get super uptight around concert season, so that's starting to kick in. We just got our last piece. It's this stupid hard classical thing — Stravinsky, I think — fuckin' Russians. It would be awesome, though, if we could play it right."

This is the Robin he knows. Fuckin' Russians, he thinks. It makes him smile.

"That's great. What's it about?"

"Oh, I have no idea," Robin says with a grin. "It’s from the Firebird, and it has something to do with hell, and it's impossible to play."

"I'll have to come to the concert." Steve holds her eye for a second, but when it goes on too long and her smile shifts to an expression of sympathy, he turns his gaze down into his blizzard.

"Steve…" she starts, but she leaves it there, reaching across the table.

"Can we go?" He squeezes her hand and she does the same.

"Yeah, of course. Come on, we can go straight to sleep if you want."

They do — or they try to. As soon as they're home and settled, Robin in a pair of shorts she'd left there and one of Steve's old shirts, Steve much the same, they spread out blankets on the floor of his room and try to sleep. Robin's presence is a comfort, but not enough for Steve to get the coffin out of his head.

"Can you talk?" Steve asks, rolling over in his bed to face her in the dark. "About anything you want, I don't care. Just say something. Ramble."

She reaches up to put a hand on the bed, and he places his on top.

"I love you," Robin begins. "The other day, I learned that a quarter of the world's population has tuberculosis. Well, not has, like they're sick with it, but they have the bacteria in them. That's insane. Tuberculosis is up there with rabies for me, you know? There's a new outbreak of it that's resistant to the treatments, and I know it's not likely we'd get it here in Hawkins, but man, it would suck so much. Especially if it was one of those drug resistant strains. We'd end up sad little waifs like in the Victorian era and we'd die a slow death and there would be nothing they could do."

"I love you," Steve responds. "Can you come up here, Rob?"

"Yeah, for sure."

Robin stands up and climbs into bed next to him. He can make out the shape of her, squinting at him. Neither moves for a moment.

"How are you holding up?" she asks.

Only then, in the darkness, does Steve let himself fall apart.

It comes on slowly, but he knows it's coming as soon as she asks. He can't speak around the lump in his throat, so he just sits there fighting tears until she reaches out and pulls him into her chest. He breaks then. He sobs in Robin's arms for a while as she rubs his back and whispers reassurances to him. He feels like a little kid.

"Sorry," he gets out as it starts to die down.

"Shh." She buries her face in his hair. "Don't. It's alright. I'm not going anywhere, Stevie. This is what I'm here for."

Steve is hit with another wave of tears, this time a mixture of grief and gratitude. Robin, true to her word, stays. She holds him tighter still as he clutches her like she's the only thing keeping him tethered.

"I love you," she says under her breath. "I love you. It's alright. I'm here. I love you. I've got you. I love you."

She keeps going like that endlessly, quietly, into the top of Steve's head. Only when the sobs have slowed to sniffles does Robin stop, and even then, she keeps running her hands across his back, occasionally punctuated by a kiss pressed to his hair. There, cradled like a toddler against her chest, Steve starts to put himself back together. They fall asleep like that, intertwined, at home.

#stranger things #st #stobin #platonic soulmates stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #fanfiction #june's writing

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umlewis · 1 year ago

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lewis hamilton, p3, during the post-qualifying press conference, texas, united states - october 20, 2023 (transcription under the cut)

Interviewer: "How do you reflect on qualifying?" Lewis: "Yep, good session for us. Really grateful for the improvements that the team have made with the car. Everyone has worked so hard to bring some upgrades, and for us to be this close to McLaren and Ferrari and even the Red Bulls, I think it's a showing of just how hard everyone's worked." Interviewer: "Where does the car feel different with these upgrades?" Lewis: "The car feels almost the same, it's just leveled up pretty much everywhere." Interviewer: "And you have a fantastic record here. You've only been off the podium once. How do you rate your chances of winning this grand prix on Sunday? Lewis: "Too early to say. None of us have done any long running, so have no idea. Maybe with the Bed Bull not in the top three, maybe that makes it a better, closer battle, maybe, 'cause they're often quite a bit ahead and just disappear into the distance, so hopefully the three of us can have a tight battle." [time jump] Journalist: "Sahil Kapur with NBC News. A question for Lewis, if I may: You're only thirty points behind Checo for 2nd in the championship. You've just outqualified him again. Given the full context of the season and the difference between your cars, how much, if anything, would wecond place in the championship mean to you this year?" Lewis: "All of us are pushing to finish first, so I think it would be just a showing of, really, resilience and strength and depth from our team. I think we had a difficult year, last year, and even the start of this year we didn't expect to be where we are, so to be fighting for second in the constructor's, obviously trying to hold that position to these two guys… And yeah, I don't know whether or not we'll catch Sergio, but given the difference of our cars throughout the season I'm really proud of the work that we've done. We've just got to keep our heads down, keep fighting, keep pushing. Like Charles said, they have a lot of work to do, as we do, so it's a race for development and it's who can get to the top of the mountain first for next year, I guess." [time jump] Journalist: "Andrew Benson, BBC Sport. Lewis, this is for you: James Allison was talking about this upgrade that you've got this weekend as being a kind of signifier for next year. Can you tell us whether it's given you sort of positive vibes, and if so what way, in that context?" Lewis: "Yeah, I don't know really if it's a signifier of anything for next year. As we continue to experiment we get more and more knowledge of where we're going, where we're routing the flow of the car. The floor is not a huge amount different, so it's… Obviously there's always hype with someone's upgrade, but the rest of the car is exactly the same, and there's lots and lots of areas in which we can improve, but this is an improvement. This is one of the first upgrades that I've actually felt over the last two years, so that's a positive, and we just need two or three times of this step [laughs] to put us in super-competitive mode, of which I believe the guys can do." [time jump] [Question not shown: "Sahil Kapur, NBC News. I just wanted to ask all of you, if you can reflect on coming to race in the U.S. over the last four or five years, how this fanbase has grown so much; how your experience has changed."] Lewis: "Yes, it's an incredible community that we have here. I've been here since the beginning, in 2012, so… Or I think already back then we had an amazing crowd, but there's a different… I think people who were coming were perhaps moreso new to it, maybe, but there's just a different energy, a different excitement, even bigger than before, and it's growing every year and it's something that you can really feel, and it's great to share that love and that passion for a sport that you've grown up with for so long with this great country."

#lewis hamilton #f1 #formula 1 #us gp 2023 #fic ref #fic ref 2023 #usa #usa 2023 #usa 2023 friday #charles leclerc #lando norris

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kyouryokusenshi · 1 year ago

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A prompt: Mulder and Scully get into an argument. She goes into labor when he leaves and he almost missed the baby being born again.

A Labor of Truth and Love

@today-in-fic

Dana Scully paced anxiously around the living room of their unremarkable home. The muted sounds of rain tapping against the windows provided a calming backdrop, but her nerves were still on edge. She was due any day now, and every twinge, every ache, sent a fresh wave of anxiety through her. Though she’d been through this once before, it had been so many years, it was like experiencing everything all over again for the first time. She glanced at the clock. It was 10:30 PM. Where was Mulder?

Mulder had promised to be home early that evening. They had been bickering a lot lately, mostly about trivial matters. But tonight, they had a full-blown argument that left both of them frustrated and upset, and it seemed that, lately, they were more at odds than ever before.

Scully sighed, sinking onto the couch. She rubbed her swollen belly, whispering soft, soothing words to her unborn child. The argument had revolved around one of Mulder's wild theories, which Scully had grown tired of dismissing. Their words had escalated, leading to him storming out of the house in a huff.

“Scully, you're not even considering the evidence! This could be a breakthrough in our search for the truth.”

Scully sighed. “Mulder, we've been down this road before. I can't keep chasing shadows. Not now.”

“Scully, you said it yourself that this was why you fell in love with me, what’s changed?”

Scully shook her head. “Nothing and everything. My feelings for you haven’t changed, but Mulder, we’re in our fifties and having a baby.”

Mulder huffed, his voice laced with irritation. “I know that.”

“I'm holding onto rationality, Mulder. We have a child to consider now.”

“What are you saying, Scully?” his voice teetered.

Scully’s voice hardens as she takes a step closer to him, placing her hand on her abdomen, torn between frustration and overwhelming love for this man and the miracle between them.

“And what happens when we follow your hunches and they lead us nowhere? We waste time and resources and put ourselves in unnecessary danger.”

Mulder leaned in closer. “You signed up for this knowing what we were up against. You said it yourself that you wouldn’t change a day. What happened?”

Scully sighs, her tone less combative. “Mulder, I believe in the truth as much as you do. You know that. But we have to be careful not to lose ourselves in this endless pursuit. We have a life, a home, and another child on the way. I can't keep living like this.”

The words struck a cord within Mulder, and Scully regretted them almost immediately as they came out.

As she watched his expression shift, she knew he was reexperiencing the pain that was their separation, and on some level, she was too.

Scully reached for his hand with her free one. “Mulder, I…”

She gasped as he pulled back from her reach and turned toward the door. He couldn’t go back there, not now.

“I need to go, Scully.”

Her heart broke as she recalled a familiar scenario several years ago. “It’s like you said, it’s why we can’t be together.”

Scully was just about to call him when a sudden pang shot through her abdomen. She gasped and clutched her belly, the pain intensifying. Panic flooded her as she realized that this might be it – labor had started. Her heart raced, and she fumbled for her phone, trembling fingers dialing Mulder's number.

Meanwhile, Mulder sat alone in his car, raindrops tapping rhythmically on the roof. The drive had done little to soothe his anger, but as the minutes ticked by, his frustration was slowly replaced by guilt. He glanced at his phone, seeing missed calls and messages from Scully. His stomach knotted as he listened to her voicemail, her voice strained with pain.

"Mulder, it's happening. I'm in labor. Please, please, I need you to come home."

Fear clutched at his chest, and he cursed himself for letting his stubbornness get in the way. He turned the car around, speeding back toward home, heart racing faster than the raindrops on the windshield.

Inside their home, Scully fought back tears as she hung up the phone. She knew she needed to stay calm for the baby's sake, but the pain was overwhelming. Just as she was about to call for an ambulance, the front door burst open. Mulder stood there, soaked from the rain, eyes wide with concern.

"Scully, I'm so sorry," he breathed, rushing to her side.

She managed a weak smile, tears mingling with raindrops on her cheeks. "Just... be here now."

He nodded, helping her to her feet, and supporting her as they made their way to their car. The hospital felt impossibly far away, every bump in the road sending shocks of pain through her body. Mulder's knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, his worry evident in his clenched jaw. All these months, he worried for Scully, for their baby, and any complications that might arise. He knew with every fiber of his being that he couldn’t lose either of them.

At the hospital, the hours seemed to blur together. Scully's contractions grew more intense, and she gripped Mulder's hand in a vice-like grip, tears streaming down her face. He whispered words of encouragement, his worry and guilt driving him to be the supportive partner she needed.

“Subsequent pregnancies have a faster labor,” Scully had told him. Something he had immediately recalled from reading all the “What to Expect” books, but it did little to soothe his worry.

As the final stages of labor approached, Scully's grip on Mulder's hand tightened even further. Her breathing grew labored, and her face contorted with the effort. Mulder watched with a mixture of awe and concern, feeling a rush of emotions he couldn't put into words. He had missed the first time, this was completely foreign to him.

And then, finally, he heard the first cries of their baby daughter. Relief washed over him, and he squeezed Scully's hand, tears welling up in his eyes. The doctor held up their newborn, a tiny, fragile life that was the embodiment of their love and partnership.

Scully let out a shaky laugh through her tears. "You almost missed it again, Mulder."

He chuckled, a mixture of relief and exhaustion in his voice. "I'm here now, Scully. I wouldn't have missed this for the world."

As they held their baby for the first time, Mulder and Scully's arguments and frustrations seemed distant and insignificant. At that moment, all that mattered was the new life they had brought into the world, a reminder of the strength of their bond and the love that had carried them through even the toughest of times.

#mulderandscully #xfilesfanfic #thexfiles #mystruggleiv #pregnant scully

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chirpsythismorning · 2 years ago

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What do you think about Byler's first kiss being like kiss #1 or #3 from this Eyewitness video? https://youtu.be/twVy0GJQnXo

#1 ! It already fits their dynamic a little too on the nose, and at this exact point in Stranger Things as well. Like the whole you're amazing line reminds me of the painting scene. Also the blocking feels very much like the cabin scene at the end of s4. They could very swiftly put Will and Mike in a situation just like this one. sooner than later, with Mike making the first move and Will being confused about it, not even making the move to meet him halfway at first. Though, I don't see it going much further than that bc tbh I actually picture this more eloquently as an almost kiss?

Whereas #3 is giving more so second kiss? Like after a stressful confrontation or something? We know this literal scene from Eyewitness, with them in the garage in front of the car, could very well have been used as inspiration for the s3 byler rain fight, so that could fit the idea of them kissing after their highly anticipated potential 3rd fight in s5?

I do think their first kiss is something that we've all assumed has to happen at the very, very end of the season. However, I've come to realize that's sort of a cliche? Not saying they can't kiss at that point (again) or that they can't find some way to stretch it out at all, but I do think waiting until that very last moment at the end for their first kiss would be a little too expected.

Like for example, I could see a first kiss actually being an almost kiss? Similar to #1, but with them getting interrupted or something of that nature. It's interesting that in s4 Mike made a point to close the door behind him when entering Will's room, and we saw how the rest of s4 went with them being focused on very intimately, both alone and with other people, often interrupted. And so I think it's likely Mike is going to either make a real effort to be alone with Will or they're going to be in a situation where it wasn't their choice (ie. all the byler alone together in UD foreshadowing).

But, let's just say in early s5, it gets to a point where Mike is just really really needing a moment alone with Will, bc they haven't been able to actually talk about things properly. And there's this building up of tension between them, where Mike is starting to think Will returns his feelings, and it leads to this moment somehow, but someone knocks on the door and Mike's just like JESUS!!!!!

Them building it up in a unique way, where they're maybe almost kissing once or twice. And then it happens!?!? And then they're all in danger again so the stakes are high and so maybe they're having doubts again, that the other doesn't feel the same? And THEN they fight and things get emotional and real and then they kiss for a second time. It would feel like 2 first kisses essentially.

The reason I think this would really work, is because on Will's end especially (and in some homophobic viewers' minds), Will's going to be telling himself that he's the one that is wrong and if Mike has feelings for him, it's bc he doesn't actually have feelings for him, he's just been corrupted by Will or something. Like I think he would probably notice Mike's nerves in the moments after they kissed, as Mike being uncomfortable/having doubts, and that would cause Will to distance himself and then Mike would do the same as a result of having those same doubts too, as a result of them both misunderstanding each others fear for rejection.

And THEN, after Mike finally confronts Will, his first time being the one who is fighting for their relationship with Will sort of giving up atp (for good reason) we get second kiss, directly following their final boss fight (Reminder: Will successfully packed a blue shirt in his backpack that he brought with to Hawkins...).

I just think that could allow the second kiss to be more tender and give a lot of appreciation and layers to those past fights, now knowing that this is kind of what they've both wanted for a long time? And I think that #3 kiss is what makes it fit perfectly, as it would terrifyingly tie back to the s3 rain fight it inspired

And when it comes to the like official first kiss, I do think it could be them both feeling it in the moment and both clearly being into it, but bc of the high stakes scenarios surrounding them, you just know they would be hit with some crazy ass shit right after and have to deal with that, which would lead to the confusion between them despite them both clearly feeling the same.

This is not me saying this will 100% happen, obviously. This is an ask and I'm just giving detailed answers! Also just in case something along these lines does happen, I want to have it written down somewhere!

I do think them going with like an almost kiss approach followed by a heated first kiss and then a slow second kiss, and then a third endgame kiss would be cool. They wouldn't even need to kiss in the epilogue for me atp.

And that's how I can appease both the action packed byler first kiss truthers and the soft quiet/intimate byler first kiss truthers...

#byler #ask #first kiss #i'm most looking forward to their first hug since s3-4 tbh #like there's going to be so much hiding in plain sight in their body language when they hug again for the first time #especially on Mike's end

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wonhantyping · 2 years ago

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Amanda Pete Ron Michelle part 1

"Oh god! Ohhh godddd! Yess! Fuck me! Right there! Fuck me right there! Oh shit. Your dick feels so good! I'm going to cum! I'm going to... ahhhh... I'm cumming on your dick! Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't..."

"Stop here? Hey, Amanda. It says we're here. Is this you?" Says the Uber driver as she parks the car in the driveway. Amanda wakes from her steamy dream. "What? Oh yes! This is me. Thanks! Sorry I fell asleep."

"No problem. You were saying you had a long trip. Anyway, it was nice to meet you!" The Uber driver backs out the driveway.

Amanda unlocks the front door carrying her luggage in. She hears her husband yelling for her from the kitchen while working on dinner.

"Hey baby! You're back! How was your ride ?" Pete asks.

"It was fine. Some sweet college girl making a few extra bucks to pay for tuition. I gave her a nice tip". She kisses him on the back of his neck. "Thanks for cooking honey."

"Why don't you get comfortable and wait at the table. This is almost ready to eat." He says as he takes the last piece off the stove.

"Sounds good sweetie. I'll be right back."

Amanda goes to their bedroom to find something comfortable to change into. Yes, the revealing little night gown will work. He loves that one! Feeling sexy and sensual, she runs her hands along the side of her breasts and follows her slim body down to her thighs. One hand reaches between her legs feeling her moist pussy. She's horny and can't wait to unless it on her man.

"Wow, sexy! That's quite the dinner outfit!" He says as he brings the rest of dinner and a bottle of wine to the table giving her a passionate loving kiss and showing his appreciation for her choice of clothes or lack there of. She grabs his butt looking forward to taking off his pants.

"So. Anything interesting happened on this cruise?" He asks as he sits down at the table.

"Not really. Went smoothly. No injuries." She replies while putting food on her plate.

"That's good. Glad you had a good trip. I guess nothing is a good thing when you're the ship nurse right?" He chuckles.

"Well, I did have someone come to my office. A couple. Late 30s, early 40s. Told me a crazy story. Want to hear it?"

"Of course! Just don't mind me staring at your boobs while you talk. Hahaha" He can't wait to taste them for dessert.

"Glad you like it." She says as she leans back to give him a better view. A nipple peaking through.

"It was about midway through the cruise. They came to my office and said they just wanted to talk to me about something related to their marriage. They said the captain said they can come to me even if just to help them through the cruise if they suddenly find it stressful."

"Really? You're a therapist too now? They don't pay you enough!" Pete laughs and drinks some wine. Looking up and down his beautiful young wife. Her lingerie hugging her small frame just perfectly. He loves her small perky breasts and the way she trims her soft pubic hair that he can just barely see. He puts his hand on her smooth toned thigh.

"I know right!? I thought maybe they were going tell me about one of them cheating on the other with someone on the ship or something."

"Was it?" He says softly leaning forward to nuzzle into her neck. His breath on her skin makes her smile and his kiss makes her tingle.

"Mmm" she sighs in appreciation tilting her head to give him better access. "Actually it was something like that!". Pete leans back in his seat curious. He can tell his is going to be very interesting!

"So I said to them..." she continues...

"My name is Amanda. How can I help you? How's your trip so far?"

"Hi, Amanda. I'm Ron and this is my wife Michelle. We're enjoying the ship very much. You see we've been married for some time now. But recently we discovered something in our marriage and we think you can help us with it."

"Oh, wow! I see! Well that's not really what I do. Maybe I can find another guess who can help?"

"No we both think you can help us. Give me chance to explain. And if I'm the end I'm wrong at least you get a good story out of it."

"Haha. Okay. What you got?"

"This happened a few months before the cruise. We were celebrating her 40th birthday."

"Aww! Wow, I hope I look that good at your age". Michelle does look very good for her age! She's about 5'4", 120lbs, medium length brown hair, hazel eyes, cute hourglass body with nice curves, and probably a D cup. She has a warm smile. A little shy in an adorable kind of way.

"Wait!" Pete interrupts. "How did you figure all that out?"

"Honey! I'm a nurse remember? I know bodies!" Amanda puts her hands on Pete's leg and rubs against his cock through his pants feeling him throb a little.

"Anyway... so Ron says to me... "

"I surprised my wife with a little party at a hotel room. For years now, I've know that as much as she loves me and enjoys sex with me, she's been craving more. So for her big 40 I wanted to give her something special."

"It was very special, baby! I loved it!" Michelle chimes in.

Ron looked at his wife adoringly, "I love you, baby!" He continues...

"I got us one of the biggest rooms the hotel has. And weeks before we got there, I started working on finding guys. You can imagine, I got a lot of replies. I interviewed people and did background checks. Made sure I found the right people."

Amanda reaches down to feel Pete's balls causing him to let out a grunt. "I knew where this story was going and lodged to them is definitely not part of my job but they were kind of adorable and I was enjoying their story. And I was bet bored. So Ron went on..."

"I had the guys stay quiet in the dark and when I turned the lights on they yelled surprise!"

"And boy was I surprised!" Michelle recalling. "A group of handsome men all nude. All with great bodies. I was like what's this!?",

"I said to her... Honey, I know that you love me and we have great sex. But I've also known for months now you've been curious about more. And bigger. So I found these fellas who are excited to help. This is Matt, Steve, Greg, James, and Brian. They each waved."

"I sat in a chair and I was so excited to watch. She walked toward them closer to the bed. She found Greg first. This guy is 5'9, works out. She placed her hands on his chest in admiration. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her." "Greg started fondling her right breast under her open top and she reached down to feel the length of his cock. His 9 inches that was starting to get hard did not disappoint. "

"Mmm yeah Greg was a good kisser. Matt too actually." Michelle pointed out charmingly.

"Oh yeah, that's also when Matt kneeled in front of you and put his head under your dress. In fact, I don't remember him pulling down any underwear. You weren't wearing panties that night!"

"Haha. That's right honey. I couldn't wait for you to find out for yourself that night." Giving her husband a kiss on the cheek. "But Matt figured it out. He kisses my kitty very nicely before spreading my lips apart and licking my clit. I was getting so wet!"

"Matt told me later he loves the way your pussy tasted especially fresh after a day of activities. So I gave him a pair of your dirty panties from the day before. He loved it!"

Michelle smiles and looks away coy loving the idea that there's someone out there jerking off to her used smelly panties.

Ron talking to me again, "So Matt is down there eating her out while she's still standing up and he's jerking his own 9 incher. Steve comes over behind her and kisses her neck and start unzipping her dress."

"James was a little shy but after seeing how Michelle was turning into a slut he finally joined in. He's packing 10 inches like Steve. James walked over and put his head on her left breast. First he started with some sensual nipple licking which quickly turned into sucking. He loved that tit. Licking and kissing her cleavage, side, underside."

"At this point, I had my hand in my pants. I knew how big each guy was. I chose them and I made sure they all had big cocks because that's something she fantasizes about. But I wasn't comfortable showing mine yet. Mine is only 6 inches."

"Ron is not a bad looking guy actually," Amanda points out, "he was probably like 5'8", 150lbs, strong jaw line, nice smile, kind of a sweet blue collar guy.

"So where was the last one?" I asked them...

"Oh Brian! Yeah! He was waiting in bed naked beating on his monster. 13 inches! I couldn't wait to see how Michelle was going to handle it! She was still standing and getting stripped by these guys. And she was also holding Steve's 10 inch cock."

Pete is really enjoying this story. Amanda can tell by the growing bulge in his pants. She knew he would. "So they came in your office to tell you they had a gangbang??" Pete asks.

"Haha! Yup!"

"Wow. Unbelievable. Well that's quite the story! Haha"

Amanda reached down to massage Pete's cock. Pete takes a breath from being sensitive to her touch. Her gown falls off her shoulder revealing more of her young body. "Oh but there's more. Then Michelle took over telling the story...."

"Oh girl. It was amazing having all those guys giving me all that attention and appreciating my body. I mean, I'm 40 and I wasn't sure if I was still desirable. This really helped me regain some confidence."

"I had Greg and Steve's dicks in my hands. Both so long even when soft. And feeling them get harder and harder in my hands made me jerk them faster. I loved running my hands up and down their their full length knowing in a moment I will feel them inside me."

"Matt was getting my pussy ready. I was already getting tingly at dinner. Especially after a few drinks. I was looking forward to surprising Ron with a ready and wanting moist vagina. Matt licked me up and down then spread my lips apart and flicked my clit with his tongue. I was getting really wet and started to ache to be penetrated."

"This combined with Jame's breast play and Steve kissing my shoulder and neck. I wasn't even sure who had their hand on my ass. There were so many sensations. I wasn't going to be able to control all this sexual energy building up."Ron chimes in, "Oh yeah baby. You were moaning so loud!" His excitement from remembering that night now showing as the tip of his cock pushes up against his shorts.

"And there was one more guy right?" I asked them

"Oh yes! Brian! Well he was waiting for me on the bed stroking his monster of a cock. It must have been 12 inches!" Michelle answers with a laugh, eyes widening.

"He told me 13 actually." Ron points out. "I didn't measure. Haha"

"Oh my god. Really? Haha. I can't believe it! Anyway, so the four guys were ravishing my body putting me in heaven. I didn't even noticed they took my clothes off. Of course, it was only the sundress."

"I was so worked up at that point I really needed something in my mouth. So I sat down in the edge of the bed. I opened my mouth wide and put Greg's dick in my mouth. I held the base of his shaft and took the tip of his dick in my mouth. When I heard him moan. I turned my head and did the same with James's. Their cocks filled my mouth so fully. I never felt that before! No offense honey!"

"Oh none taken! I loved seeing you gobble their dicks!"

"I remember at that point Matt was still feasting between my legs. They laid me down on my back and suddenly I saw Steve's big cock in my face and his balls hanging right in front of my eyes. Matt spread my legs open wide and started to tongue fuck my hole. Licking me back to front. That guy was hungry for pussy!"

"I started licking and sucking Steve's massive balls while still jerking Greg and James. It took a lot of concentration! Hahaha. Especially with the lashing Matt was giving my pussy.""At some point I guess James was ready for more. He switched position with Matt and was the first to enter me that night. Just feeling his big mushroom head pushing my pussy lips apart was incredible and I let out a little scream. I was going to be taken by another man, a stranger, whose big cock was going to over power me while my loving husband watched. This was so erotic and exciting. James slowly pushed it in deeper and deeper. I felt every inch stretching and filling my hole until I felt his balls on my ass. I had a mini orgasm right then. I wanted to squeeze his cum out of him."

"Steve shifted position so I can suck on his pipe which I did. He put his legs around my head and put us in 69 position. I couldn't believe what was happening! One man sliding slowly in and out of me while another licked my clit. I let his dick slap my face. I licked all of his dick from tip to balls and I tried to suck him dry. With so many guys, I started thinking about where each were going to cum on me. Or in me. And at least one of them was going to be in my mouth. I wanted to eat cum badly."

"I'm not sure how long this lasted. Time was no longer something I felt a connection to. I moaned and screamed as I expressed my excitement on Steve's dick. James slipped out of me seemingly satisfied and at the edge of full relief. Before I could take a breath and prepare for the next, I already felt Greg shove his long round pole into me. Being quite stretched and wet, it went in easily."

Ron interrupted, "it was at this point I really saw what a slut you can be. I get comfortable enough to take my dick out and stroke it in the open. I never did that in front of other guys before!"

"Yes! I remember looking over seeing you holding your cock. The one I know so well and love so much. Hoping you'll save your load for me later. Which you did and I appreciate it." Michelle says and kisses Ron.

"I watched Greg's thick cock disappear inside me. I was so proud of myself. Little old me being an object of sexual desire for these men. Greg pumped me slow at first then faster and faster. How balls slapping my ass. Getting fucked by a guy standing by the side of the bed is one of my favorite position."

"I think at that point Steve had enough of my mouth and switched with Matt. I couldn't wait to return the favor. First he kissed me letting me taste my own juices. Then he gave me his cock from the side holding my head and brushing my hair aside. I kissed and licked his dick up and down. Then took it in letting it push against the inner walls of my mouth. And I teased his cock head with my tongue. I think he really liked it. "

"Bobbing my head fucking my mouth on his dick I let it go deeper and deeper each time until I finally had his shaft my throat and his balls on my chin with my nose pressed against his abdomen. He likes that a lot and let out a huge grunt as I cupped his balls. My other hand was playing with somebody's cock. At this point I don't even know who. Haha"

"When Greg was done with my piss hole, I wanted to see if could make Matt explode in my mouth. I turned over and got on my hands and knees. And I worked on his cock like a cheap whore. He put his hands on my head helping me stay down as I gagged on his dick going down my throat. Each time I came back up for air I can see his dick get more and more wet from my saliva."

"This put me in perfect position to be entered from behind and Greg didn't miss a beat. He spread my ass cheeks apart and licked my pussy from behind then pointed his dick at it and thrusted forward. It went in deep and touched sensitive spots that were aching for attention."

"I arched my back giving Greg better access and continued to worship Matt's cock and balls I felt so dirty and sexy being fucked doggy style by a big cock. I wanted to be taken. I wanted to please all their cocks and used as their fuck toys."

"Ron makes love to me and it's wonderful. But sometimes I just want to be fucked hard. And I heard Ron encourage them saying things like yes, fuck that little slut hard. I never heard Ron like that. It was a turn on actually."

"When Greg was ready for a break I almost had Matt ready to blast my face and mouth with his load. Matt backed away a little off the bed and invites me to join him. My legs and groin were tired and I don't think I could stand up. Matt, Greg, and James lifted me up but my arms and legs spreading me wide to allow Steve to come in front of me and slide his dick into my used vagina. I was no longer in control of my body. These strong men held me in place and used me however they wanted. And I loved it. I craved it. I earned to be their sex doll. Steve was ready and so was I. He started pumping in and out of me fast and went faster. I screamed so loud I was afraid someone from another room could hear. But I also didn't care. I just waited to be fucked."

"Steve then sat on the edge of the bed. I heard Ron from the side say something like do it to the guys. They lowered me on Steve facing away from him. And instead of my pussy, his big wet cock was entering my ass. It hurt at first but once I let go and relaxed it felt incredible."

"I leaned back to support myself. James stood on the bed in front of me with his legs apart and shoved his dick into my mouth. Then I felt a third cock penetrating my pussy that I couldn't see. And someone was also rubbing my clit with their fingers and yet other hands were playing with my nipples. All my holes were being filled and fucked. At that moment I realized this is the cum slut I've always had in me but never had a chance to become until now."

"I've lost count how many times I came. My body felt tired, sore, and completely satisfied.".

"As these guys took advantage of my body I was moaning oh good and begging to fuck me. Even though I was at the edge of pleasure and pain I begged them not to stop."

"This went on for a while. When they stopped I was exhausted. I just laid there on the bed. But that's when Brian's giant cock awoke. He slapped my face with his monster. I sucked what I could. I used both hands to hold and jerk the base of his tool and my fingers couldn't even grip all the way around it. It was gigantic."

"He laid me on my back and entered me in missionary. I screamed for ever centimeter that pushed in. I never cursed so much in my life saying things like oh shit, fuck, I even told him to fuck my little cunt. From that point on, he owned me. I was his little bitch. And I could hear Ron cheering him on telling him to fuck me, to split me apart. Brian was more than happy to oblige."

"After a lot of sensual humping with a lot of kissing a breasts play, Brian went to work as the other guys drank and watched. I lifted me legs up and wrapped around his waist giving him even better access into hole. Feeling his balls slap my ass as the head of his cock move my organs around felt unreal. Our fucking intensified as I experienced so many orgasms. He placed my legs over his arms and lowered himself to me supporting himself with his hands on the bed putting my ass even higher in the air spreading my legs apart wide once more. He fucked me harder and harder. I screamed loud with each thrust which barely drowned out the laughs and cheers from all the guys. His cock now wet with my white creamy juice. With his full shaft inside me, I reached forward to grab his ass to hold his cock in place and I came the hardest I've ever come begging him to please don't move, I'm cumming hard on your dick. Brian did as he was told, leaned forward and gave me a deep passionate kiss as I came in ecstasy. I have never felt anything so intense and fulfilling."

"Looking in his eyes I can tell he was ready to explode. I'm sure the other guys were too after fucking me and jerking their cocks while they watched. I said to them cum inside me!"

"Ron interrupted and said, no, I go first. He switched positions with Brian and slide into me. Although I could hardly feel him at this point being so stretched it felt like coming home. Ron fucked me harder than he's ever had with me legs high up on his shoulder. He put his feet next to me in a squatting position and went iin and out of me fast and hard until he grunted like a wild animal and came deep inside my used hole. It was so hot!"

"He then got off me. I was completely spent lying there in bed. James rolled me over on my stomach, pulled me ass cheeks apart and jammed his cock into my ass. He pumped me while my hands held on to two other cocks until he released his hot semen into me. The other guys turned me over again. I held their balls in my hand as they jerked their dicks on top of me. Greg went first but Matt followed immediately and they covered my tits and stomach with their jizz. Steve turns me around until my head hung over the edge of the bed. He insisted his cock into my mouth and fucked my throat until he filled me mouth with his big load. And as he did that, Brian entered my pussy again and used my wet lubricated little cunt. He didn't want to come inside me so he took it out and covered my clit with his hot sperm. I laid there in glory feeling accomplished. I made all 6 of these men cum. I rubbed their sticky cream all over my body while some were leaking out of my holes as I savored what was in my mouth. I was completely drunk in cum."

"God! What a night!"

"Glad you enjoyed it honey!" Ron said kissing his dear wife.

"After everyone left, Ron and I washed up and we made love in the hot tub in the room. Which was wonderful too."

Pete could barely concentrate visualizing what Amanda was telling him as she massaged his cock and his hand playing with her perky little breasts. He couldn't believe what she was saying, "You're bullshitting me right? This didn't really happen!"

"Oh it did honey! And it didn't end there! But for this next part of the story I think you'll want to be more comfortable."

Amanda takes her gown off showing Pete her full nakedness. She walked over to the sofa and invited him to join her. Pete takes his shirt off standing in front of her sitting down. She unzips his pants and helps him out of them. She instructed him to sit down neck to him. Her hands glided over his toned body and down to his cock. Jerking it and cupping his balls, she continued. "Then Ron said to me..."

"Michelle enjoyed that night so much a few weeks later when it was my birthday, she got me something special. Her name is McKayla..."

(To be continued)

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the-firebird69 · 2 years ago

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We like all the stuff you say about her son and idiotic expressions and dumb faces ridiculous timing so he started hitting you and taking you in and they're way too many cars out that early you never up that early and we decided something he's been telling the truth and we were listening but you're horrendous but now we know you have to go that's ridiculous You're such stupid f****** I can't believe how dumb you are that was a ridiculous show no wonder Max pissed off you really need to be stopped and it got out of hand. We're coming in there and we're going to take care of business

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huge numbers of people saw Jason harassing our son yesterday and today and they are going after him he got him some help and some work and then he's an a****** so you can't do it anymore and he doesn't want to it's not worth even looking at the guy and we're putting that forwards too he needs help stopping the idiot

-there was a huge celestial event this morning it was visible from here and he did see it and thought he was losing it or seeing a double image which sometimes reflects in the clouds and it was not and it looked translucent spooky and very odd and scary and a lot of people said it too that's like the weirdest thing I've ever seen and they went home some cried a little and some said thank God it's almost over one way or the other and we don't like you people we despise you for it but it was a wonderful event and we had a great time it's beautiful I've never seen anything like that it looked very weird like a shiny so much onyx and it was shiny and reflecting he looked and said no way LOL and it was beautiful to him and her too he talked to her after he said were you there and she said yes it's just beautiful and she said I know you're watching and I was it's time you contact me you fool okay and he was trying to take pictures of it around the clouds the trunks it was chaotic and people are buzzing him the truck or places emptying I mean you people are couldn't be more clueless if someone paid you it's a huge event to him it's his namesake some of you going by screaming his name in your vehicle and you can't hear it cuz you're stupid but people are saying you're done and it's just Insanity you're all sick so we have to pull people in

-we have about 50% of our job done now overall it's not close to that yet but we are making progress like we never have before and we did delineate that and then we showed way of delinquencies and we're filling in those holes one of the ways to do work and to get them jobs and to have things roll and we are doing it with construction and motorcycles and sales groceries water safety and military and more just tons of tons and tons of stuff we have huge numbers of jobs that are ancillary and we need to get on it now we need personal and we need hours to sign on

-besides the police and the sheriff, there are several other things that are being affected today but the next program and that would be government workers we listed a huge number of them were fired from agencies that are duplicates unnecessary and even illegal and those numbers were inaccurate the max took a lot of flack and they said the responses are varied for a group but not much and said they have a united front so they have to approach it carefully and try and make it not United so it started on different groups and they said it's impossible they're all kind of doing the same thing and find out why nobody's going to their hospitals or the parks and they're wandering around trying to rest people for dumb s*** and they've been doing it for years to our friend here they say years over this impossible talk. So they're going after him and they're sending in troops and they're pulling them out of areas and specifically them today and they're going after devices at the same time and there's huge units going in actual military because it needs it and there's huge piece of equipment going around and they're pulling out devices today here in Southwest Florida and Florida and I'll spread to other parts shortly

-you found all sorts of stuff my messages you're sending us most of which we ignored and lots of it we react to and all of it we act on. We're coming after you here to teach you manners and respect shortly and we know you need it

-the area is building up those five points for your invasion again and today it's appears to be mild but it's not there's preliminary groups that usually don't get sent and they're investigating and testing sensing and sending information back things going on for 2 hours approach. These fleet is being assembled and it is a morlock fleet overseas and from the south and it is gigantic they start making wooden chips and they're making steel chips and they suck in their garbage but they hold missiles and ordinance and the numbers of those it's very high and they've been holding on to it in order to use it all at once and it seems like this round to me they may be sending it they don't have very much left and they're going to make mostly wooden ships right now they have like 300 million one mile ships are around that size your gigantic it is huge. Have to distract all those ships the whole time just won't happen

-there's a lot of people here who think that they're distracting our son and they are always very mad I'm working on a lot of projects because of him and we're doing a lot of military things because of him and that's the way it is

-we're in receipt of the first shipment of Chinese motorcycles and other that are similar and we have about 700 trillion each area already retrofitted and we're getting orders

-We're going to take over Bayliner and he had an idea to have the Chinese make the whole and it's not a bad idea and they can make the whole really cheap and the top side is kind of important area you want to look nice and we can do it with other boats anyway thinking about it and they want to do it. So they have a meeting about that.

is a few more things to list but we're going to come back to it shortly

Thor Freya

It says it's a good day so far you had a good time seeing it and he has to get rest and we agree and it will be back shortly with an update

Hera

The man is going to prison and I'm going to make sure it happens and requested demanded put him through the mail everywhere. He is the biggest a****** you've ever met. And I see if I was in the same I can't stand him hit him and we're going to once everybody who's had a hard time with him and it was assigned to him to come out of the woodwork and help me burn this piece of crap and we mean Trump of course in those like him. So I'm getting some help and more movies coming short shortly. So we're going to court today and Trump has a 11:00 or so 12:00 or something Cherry cheeseman is the one dinner at 3:00 and it's the whole bunch it's going to be over soon they're going to be done

Bitol and goddess wife

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hcrdknocklife · 1 year ago

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Though she may be an internationally-recognized actress, Matthew had always found Clara to be an absolute spoilt brat. She was extremely talented, and there had been no doubt about that. But with her fame came the constant attention of her fans, and the paparazzi who hounded her wherever she went, both of whom Matthew had now been tasked to protect her from. For a man who had served in the military before he had established his own private security firm, he had always believed that this sort of job was beneath him, but he did not have the right to be picky about the jobs he took on when he had a business to run. He had protected castles, and royal palaces from being attacked, and saved politicians from assassination attempts. But now he was stuck playing the role of a glorified babysitter to someone who had been given a taste of fame far too early on in her life to have any sort of grasp in the reality of the world in which she lived. The constant partying was getting out of hand, and Matt was determined to put an end to it, not just because of his own annoyance, but also the sake of the very real concerns for her security. "I can't drink. I'm on the clock." Matt responded to her words, unable to hold back from rolling his eyes as her long hair whipped him squarely in his face. It almost made him want to yank that hair, and drag her right out of this club. But for the sake of his professionalism, he fought that urge, and stepped closer towards her. "There's paparazzi lining up outside of the club, and someone has managed to leak your location online. Fans are lining up outside, and they've shut down the entire street. We need to go." He stated, his voice quite stern as his comms device crackledm in his ear, and he listened intently to what his team had just informed him of. "It's not safe to leave through the main entrance anymore. But we've found a back exit that seems quite secure. I've put my team on standby, and I've instructed the driver to bring the car around. Either you come with me now, or I leave here without you. You can deal with the hundreds of people waiting outside all on your own." Matthew had never been so brutal with a client before, but with Clara, this had become inevitable. It often seemed like the only way he could get her to cooperate with him. Truth be told, he could not exactly leave her here, as he had been bound by the contract that he had signed with her mother, which stated that he must remain by Clara's side at all times whenever she was out in public. As long as she was kept unaware of his contractual obligations, he was certain that he could have his way. She did not seem like someone who would pay any particular attention to the rules, including the ones that he was meant to follow. Needless to say, Matthew had been more than willing to use that to his own advantage. "Whenever you're ready, Clara. We don't have much time." He informed her, glancing down at the time on his wristwatch before he looked up to meet her gaze, completely unfazed by all of her attempts to not cooperate with him.

there were many perks of being an internationally-recognized actress, but in clara’s opinion, the security detail wasn’t one of them. just when things were starting to get fun, her career finally taking off the way she’d always hoped it would — the way her mother always hoped it would — she was saddled with a surly stranger who apparently thought breathing down her neck was part of his job description. and okay, maybe it was, but they still didn’t appreciate it. “late?” she echoed, exaggerating so as to make the word sound outrageous. it was really too bad that he didn’t appreciate her talent for drama. “the night’s barely started. why don’t you have a drink, loosen that tie a little, yeah?” she turned her head to continue her conversation with the fashion model she’d been chatting up all night, letting her long sheet of black hair whip matthew squarely in the face as she did so.

#interactions | matthew joseph harper #thread | matthew & clara #ship | matthew & clara #lvciddreamt #murder tw #i'm so sorry about him... no not really #she's pushing his buttons but he's determined to win

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chill-pills-yandere-haven · 3 years ago

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Dreams of Coffee and K-pop pt.2

Pt.1

An: I found the emoji!

Tw: yandere, implied murderous intent

Disclaimer: Yanderes are abusive, this is not love.

Art cred: Kackaorz1 on Twitter

It was the day of the concert. You had been listening to the 4NEMO music that your friend had been recommending you and had gotten quite familiar with it. Now, you were dressed in your favourite outfit, ready to attend the concert with your best friend. It was two hours before the concert started, but Venti advised you to come early so you and your friend could hang out with them and watch them warm-up. 4NEMO had gotten closer to you in the time before the concert. The boys texted you constantly and you got attached, welcoming them into your tight little circle of trust. You even all had a group chat with just you and the boys. They proved to be a pleasant way for you to blow off steam from your classes and relax so you welcomed them. Just a week after you all had met, 4NEMO had a new hit album called "Coffee Dream". It had become your new favourite album from them, containing all of the things you loved in music. Almost as though it was made with you in mind. You even set your ringtone to the instrumental of one of the album's songs. A beep resounded from your phone as you looked yourself over in the mirror. A text from Venti, " Hey cutie, just wondering if you need a ride to the concert, I'd be happy to give you a ride!" The nickname 'Cutie' had been something that sort of just happened, no inside joke, just Venti teasing you. You smile and chuckle a bit then answer him. "Yeah sure, I'm already ready so you can come now and I'm sure that they're ready too so you can pick us up now." Five minutes later you received another text telling you that Venti was now at your apartment. Making sure to fix your hair, you went outside. Outside was a black limousine waiting for you. "Get in, cutie! The others are starting warmups!" Venti called to you as you got in the limo, admiring the interior of the vehicle. Vent pulled you to his side, thighs touching. You were confused at his actions but then Venti slung his arm around your shoulder and explained. "Well we've got to make sense for your friend, right? Ehe." He giggled at the end. In return, you shrugged but it did make sense so you didn't mind. Plus, this was Venti, he's always like this. Once you got to your friend's house you saw them with a 4NEMO glow stick in hand and wearing a 4NEMO tee with the group's logo on it. "Hey, bestie! And Venti!" You laughed at the stupid nickname and replied. "Ok, you know you are my best friend and I love you platonically, and that I would die for you if necessary, but do not call me bestie. You can call me anything else, hell I'd even prefer if you called me your 'stupid butt-kicking partner in arson,' than whatever that was. Now, let's pretend that never happened and erase that from our memories. 'Kay?" This was just harmless teasing as you two had done much more stupid things and had many more inside jokes that no one except for you two knew about. "Aye aye, captain!" You talked about random subjects as the car ride went on. And Venti held onto you the whole way, almost as if he thought you might disappear. Maybe even a bit more than usual. Once you got to where the concert would take place, Venti escorted you both to the private room where the boys were practicing. "Hey, guys, I brought a little something!" Venti called to the other 4NEMO members, a hand on your shoulder tugging you to him. All the group looked up from what they were doing. From Kazuha trying out different chords on the electronic piano to xiao going over some dance moves that you hadn't seen yet, to Aether doing vocal exercises. Aether and Kazuha meeting you with soft smiles. Xiao looking away from you after he met your eyes. "So that's what you went off to do, and I almost thought you were trying to skip out on practice." Xiao retorted. "Well it is nice to have you here with us, and you too." Aether addressed you and your friend. It was surprisingly relaxing watching them warm-up for the concert. The practice was flawless, clear that everyone had already gotten everything down to the most minuscule detail. "4NEMO, you ready? Shows about to

begin." One of their workers called, you fairly remember her name being Rika or something along those lines. The boys nodded already dressed in their beautiful yet casual costumes. "Wooh! Go 4NEMO!" You called to them as you and your friend headed for where the audience had already situated itself. (On the other side) That past week, they had been almost three times more productive with you as their inspiration. Starting and releasing a new album dedicated to you in just a week. With you on their brains, inspiration was abundant. They were more devoted to you than even some of their superfans, Kazuha even stalking your social media in secret so he could make sure that his next compositions were to your taste. 4NEMO had been trying to express their love for you in the clearest yet unsuspicious way they could. Even referencing the day you met with the album. Nevertheless, you seemed to be only interested in friendship. No matter, everything would go their way in the end. Venti had put in so much effort to have you by his side, even if it was for just before the concert. Having to sneak away from the group without being noticed to go get you, paying the limo driver extra as he was only supposed to have driven 4NEMO there. Even holding back what we wanted to say to make you ditch that lousy friend of yours. Just for you to voice your feelings of devotion for them while he was in the same car!? So oblivious, so innocent, he had to protect you. The other boys were also surprised to see you but welcomed your presence. They all thought you would only show up at the concert, not before. But they all loved to indulge in you, so no one really minded Venti's little stunt. 4NEMO appeared on the stage. Smiling at the crowd with meaningless movie star smiles. At everyone except for you of course. All their eyes scoured the crowd for you, happy to see that you were close to the stage. Close enough, to tempt them into pulling you up to be with them. But, they had an image to uphold. So they held off on the longing looks at you and just focused on impressing you. "Hey, guys! Who's ready for a 4NEMO concert!?" Aether grinned and asked the crowd? The audience wooed back, even you, something the boys genuinely smiled at. "Well then, we've ought to get this party started!" Venti cried as the first song started. The boys knew that this had been your first concert as you preferred more quiet, secluded ways to spend your time while your friend was the one dragging you to interact with the outside world. And they were determined to make it special. Make this day the one that makes you as head over heels in love with them as they are. They started with a fast fan favourite, the one that you had as your ringtone. The one they created as a way to only express a fraction of the passion they felt for you. Xiao moved beautifully and elegantly as he sang. Venti hit a flawless high note that even most female singers couldn't reach. Kazuha harmonized with them in such a beautiful way that it could take one's breath away, rapping clearly and rapidly. Aether was the one who pulled it all together, he was the leader after all. 4NEMO was pleased to find that you were enjoying the change of environment. Moving your head and singing along with some of the songs you knew. Just one small problem. Though it was an irritation, the boys kept up in the perfect way only they could achieve. The problem was that you just had to bring your friend with you, Venti told the others what he had heard in the car, about how you would even die for them. And they just had to separate you two, it was too much jealousy to handle. It drove them even further, made them crave your praise even more. Even just a small compliment would suffice. So they worked their hardest at this concert. Making sure you have the time of your life. The concert was finally over and now you could be reunited with the boys. They swarmed around you once you had arrived at their private room. Asking you how the experience was and was delighted that you said that it was "absolutely

surreal" and that you loved it. It might not have been a direct 'I love you.' But it would work for now. Though they couldn't be with you in public due to their status, they would still have you. They would still make you theirs. They would remove anyone to make that happen. And it seemed like your friend was going to be the first.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere boy #yandere blog #yandere male #Chill pill's yandere haven #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere kazuha #yandere aether #yandere venti #yandere xiao #genshin au

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littlespoonevan · 3 years ago

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Hi!! for the prompt thing i'd love to see either U (Coming home) or W (Waiting impatiently for something) if one of them spark joy. Thanks so much for doing this 🥰

Manon 💖💖 you had to know i couldn't pass up on the opportunity to write something home related after all the metaphors we've gotten this season sakdljhfa

this is a part 2 to amy's prompt which you can read here (but this can probably be read as a standalone too!)

Enjoy :')

As soon as Eddie’s given the all clear at the hospital he stands at the foot of Buck’s bed and hovers while the nurse checks him over. She gives Eddie the side-eye when he gets in her way but her smile is almost amused when she announces Buck can go home as long as someone stays with him and Eddie volunteers before she’s even finished her sentence.

Buck’s expression is a little harder to parse but he dutifully moves to Eddie’s side and lets him lead them out of the hospital. Bobby is waiting in the parking lot with the battalion car and he only looks a little like he wants to laugh when Eddie directs him back to where he parked his truck near the restaurant so he can take himself and Buck home.

Bobby leaves them with a promise to call after his shift and Eddie’s assurance that he’ll keep him updated.

“I have a mild concussion, I’m not incapacitated,” Buck says exasperatedly, cutting through their exchange, but he seems to melt just a little when Eddie places a hand at the small of his back to guide him towards the truck.

The drive to Eddie’s house is silent which means either Buck suspected they’d go to Eddie’s anyway instead of his apartment or he’s too tired to protest.

He hopes it’s the former.

Christopher, naturally, is ecstatic to see Buck. It’s been a while and Eddie tries not to feel guilty as he watches them hug each other hello.

“Are you okay?” Chris asks then when he pulls back, finally taking in Buck’s dusty uniform.

“Buck hit his head earlier so he’s gonna stay with us tonight to make sure he’s okay,” he explains, not quite able to help the hand he puts on Buck’s shoulder, like he can keep him here if he holds on tight enough.

“There should still be some of your stuff in my room if you want to get changed out of your uniform,” he says to Buck, nodding down the hall. It feels weird, like something you might say to an ex who actually had claim on a drawer or one side of a closet. Buck’s not his ex but two of the drawers in Eddie’s dresser belong to him and his toothbrush still has pride of place in the bathroom next to Eddie and Christopher’s.

Buck smiles, mumbling out a quiet, “Thanks,” and ruffling Christopher’s hair as he heads for Eddie’s room.

“Is he really okay, Dad?” Chris asks when Buck is out of earshot, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth in a move that’s so reminiscent of what Eddie himself does when he’s trying not to cry it almost knocks him sideways.

“Hey, yeah. He’s fine,” he soothes, kneeling down and wrapping an arm around Chris’ shoulders. “There was an accident at the restaurant I went to for lunch so Buck and the rest of the 118 showed up. That’s where he got hurt. But he’s been to the hospital and everything. I promise he’s okay.”

Inexplicably, Christopher smiles. “That’s really lucky.”

“What is?” Eddie asks, tilting his head bemusedly.

“That you were there to help Buck even though you weren’t at work together. Imagine if you had left early or something!”

It makes Eddie pause. He hadn’t really thought of it that way, had been more concerned about making sure Buck stayed awake, but well. He tries to imagine how today would’ve gone if he hadn’t been there. Sure, Buck probably wouldn’t have stuck around in the lobby without the rest of the team. But if the collapse had happened five minutes earlier? If he’d still gotten trapped? Would Eddie be getting a call now telling him to get to the hospital? He shudders; it doesn’t even bear thinking about.

“Yeah, it was really lucky,” he says weakly.

“What’s lucky?”

Eddie looks up to find Buck in the doorway of the kitchen again. He’s wearing my clothes, Eddie thinks dumbly. There are two drawers worth of Buck’s t-shirts and sweats in Eddie’s room and yet he purposely picked Eddie’s clothes. It’s a lot, actually.

“That Dad was there to save you,” Chris explains, craning his neck to grin over his shoulder at Buck.

Buck has the same deer in the headlights look Eddie’s sure he himself was wearing a few minutes ago but he recovers quickly. “Your dad always has my back,” he says as if those words don’t make Eddie want to pull Buck into his arms and never let go. As if they don’t make him want to call Bobby right now and beg him to reinstate him.

Instead, he musters up a smile for Christopher’s benefit and says, “I sure do. Hey, Chris. Can you hang out in the living room for a little while so Buck and I can talk?”

Chris looks between them and clearly considers how to work this situation to his advantage before turning a shrewd eye on Eddie. “Okay, but that means I can play video games until you’re done.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Fine.”

Buck snorts out a laugh, shaking his head as he watches Chris go. As soon as the door closes behind him the air in the kitchen feels suddenly heavy. Eddie clears his throat, feeling lost for a beat, before he turns to the cabinet. “I’ll get you some water. Might help your headache.”

Buck doesn’t answer but Eddie catches his nod out of the corner of his eye. There’s the scraping of a chair then and when Eddie turns around, glass in hand, Buck is sitting at the kitchen table and staring up at him with wide eyes.

Eddie swallows the dryness in his throat and sets the glass down in front of him. He takes the seat across from Buck, folding his arms on the table top.

“I’m sorry,” Buck says, seemingly out of nowhere. “You said it when we were trapped but I’m sorry too. I don’t like fighting with you.”

Eddie nods, following the vague pattern the grain of wood makes on his table. “You brought up the will.” He looks up to meet Buck’s gaze but his eyes are unreadable.

“Yeah,” Buck breathes and Eddie’s heart is pounding so hard in his chest he’d almost think it was a heart attack if he didn’t already know better.

“I- do you want to know why I didn’t tell you after the well?”

The faintest flash of surprise colours Buck’s features and he still gives a measured nod.

Blowing out a breath, Eddie tries in vain to steel himself. “Chris is my heart, y’know? He’s- he’s the most important thing in the world to me and you’ve been a better support to me in the past three years than my parents have since Chris was born and I know you know I trust you more than anything-“

“I get all that, Eddie,” Buck interrupts, voice soft. “I’m not- you know I love him. But that was still a conversation or- or a decision we could’ve made together. You could’ve told me.”

Eddie closes his eyes, curling his fingers against the table. “When I was underground-“ he grinds out. “When I- I almost gave up and it was like people always say, you know? My life flashing before my eyes. And it was all Christopher.” He raises his head again and finds Buck watching him with glassy eyes. “It was Christopher,” he says again. “And then it was you.”

Buck sucks in a breath like the words are a physical hit, blinking rapidly to dispel the tears gathered at the corners of his eyes.

“It was- so much of you, Buck,” he tells him. “You were everywhere. You and me. You and Chris. The three of us…and I just- I knew. Christopher is my heart and I knew he’d be safe with you. But if I told you then you’d know. And I was still afraid of that, I think. Afraid of what it really meant.”

There’s something quietly devastated etched into the crevices of Buck’s expression and Eddie suddenly gets it.

“But you didn’t know, did you?”

Buck shakes his head, sniffing and scrubbing at his eyes. “I thought I did. In the moment- I think I did. But the more time that passed, and the more I got in my head, it just felt like- like I was a backup plan. One that you didn’t need once you quit.”

“Buck.” Eddie reaches across the table and grips Buck’s hand before he can think to pull away. “You’re not a backup plan, how can you even-? You’re on my walls and in my drawers and my bathroom and in my fridge, I-“ He cuts off with a rueful laugh. “I thought I was laying my whole soul bare and you thought-“

“That you were trying to make this family conditional.” Buck shakes his head, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes and letting out a noise that could be a laugh or a sob. “Fuck.”

Eddie can’t take it anymore. He pushes back his chair, standing up and rounding the table until he’s in front of Buck. He crouches down, waits until they’re level and gently tugs on Buck’s forearms to pull his hands away from his face. “The only condition here is if you love us because if you do then-“

“I love you,” Buck interrupts, the words blurted out in a rush, but they still give Eddie a dizzying kind of head-rush.

“I love you,” he repeats, hands gently cupping Eddie’s neck. “I want this family. It’s all I want, Eddie.”

Eddie breath hitches and he can’t help the way he sways forward to press their foreheads together. “Me too,” he whispers and he’s not sure if he moves first or Buck does but either way their mouths meet in a bruising kiss.

And it feels like love. Like a question that’s finally been answered. Like trust and a thousand years’ worth of moments packed into three and a half years.

It feels like coming home.

#buddie #911 fic #seacolredeyes #asks #my fics #follower celebration #we're /finally/ almost finished #hopefully i can do the last couple this weekend and then actually start on all the longer versions of prompts i promised lol

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haddonfieldwhore · 3 years ago

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If you don't have too many requests at the moment, may I request Quentin's S/O helping him run away from his dad? I feel like after the freddy incident his dad would be more strict and controlling, to the point where it becomes almost impossible for Quentin to do anything without his dad's permission. And when his dad says that he needs to break up with his S/O, Quentin would be gone by sunrise.

i love the hostile energy towards his dad that lives on my blog. idk if this is headcanons or an imagine or what but i hope it’s what you were looking for! also i didnt edit this really lol so if theres any mistakes im sorry!! <3

cw. shitty parent lol

his dad has never been the most involved in his life, and rather than being more nurturing and trying to be a better parent after badham preschool, he distanced himself from quentin even more

after the events of the movies, he feels like he failed again to protect his son, so i agree that he would be stricter and more controlling

quentin isn't a pushover, and we've seen that he isn't afraid to talk yell back at his father. but i feel like he's just tired of it after all these years, and i feel like after freddy comes back they argue even more since quen is so angry

slamming doors and yelling can be heard often when they’re both home, so quentin starts to leave early for school and stay out later, usually with you or at your place. when his dad really pisses him off, he will just leave a note that he’s spending the night at your place (it happens at least once a week)

so when his dad tells him that he doesn't want him to see you anymore, he is livid, you’re all he has left. he signs quentin up for volunteering and extra curriculars through the school so he has no time to see you, and takes away his car keys

quentin is visibly miserable because of it. he can’t take being away from you this much, only seeing you in the halls and the few classes you have together (and when you sneak in through his bedroom window)h

a week away from his 18th birthday, you suggest that he just runs away, and comes to stay with you at your house. he says yes before you even finish asking

his dad is furious when he comes home, quen having skipped his after school programs and getting a ride home from you to pack up his things. his dad tries to stop you but it’s no use. no way in hell is quentin gonna put up with this bullshit anymore, and if his dad does/or says anything bad to you? his dad is as good as dead to him

he settles in fast at your place, having spent so much time there already. your family loves him (who wouldn’t) and the only time quentin has to see his father is at school. his dad got the message that there is no separating you two, especially since you’re basically adults now

eventually, you graduate high school and with money saved up from working at the diner or wherever in town, you two move out on your own into an apartment, and never have to worry about his bitchass dad ever again <3

#quentin smith #dbd quentin #quentin smith headcanons #quentin smith x reader #quentin smith imagine #nightmare on elm street #nightmare on elm street 2010

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baronessblixen · 3 years ago

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Could you please write a story about that attempted strangulation My Struggle scene and how Mulder took care of Scully later that night?

Hurt/comfort set after MSIII. Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2021

Wc: 1021

Fictober Day 7

Tomorrow Isn't Promised

There's no question as to where he's taking her; they're going home. Scully leaves against doctor's order claiming her own status as a medical doctor and is released into the care of Mulder.

His hands are unsteady on the wheel and he leaves the radio off to listen to her breathing in the passenger seat. To prove she's there, she's alive and relatively healthy. How did she do this year after year when it was him in the hospital?

He's too old for this. They both are. They should be sitting on their porch, tend to their garden, and go to bed early. But they've never been these people, have they? They tried. God knows they tried. Like sharks, they have to keep swimming. Like moths, they will go look for the light, in hope of finding the truth.

And their son.

Mulder doesn't know what to make of Scully's visions. All he knows is that he trusts her. If she says to wait for William to contact them, in whichever way he chooses, he will wait right alongside her.

She's sleepy when he turns to check on her halfway to their home. He could have taken her to the place she's living - he refuses to call it her home, or even her place - and stay there with her. Taking her home might be a bit selfish, but it's where she belongs. It's the place where he knows how to keep her safe.

It's pitch-dark when they arrive and Mulder goes to help Scully out of the car and into the house but she does it on her own, like a sleepwalker. He follows her and opens the door for them. It's like she's never been gone. The realization is a needle prick to his heart.

"I want a shower," she says and he nods. She stands there watching him. "I can't do it alone."

Oh. Of course not.

"I'll be right with you." He hears the shower spring on as he collects towels and a fresh pair of pajamas for her. She only took the essentials when she left, leaving him with all her things. He hasn't touched them, hasn't moved them or thrown them away. Like him, they're ready for her to return.

Scully stands in the bathroom, completely nude, waiting for the water to turn hot. There are bruises on her body that he wishes he could take away. He can't live her life, feel her pain. But he hopes he can share it, make it easier on her. She must have felt him there because she turns around and smiles at him when she sees the pajamas and the towels.

"You want me here or-"

"In the shower," she says, stepping in. "Please," she adds. He undresses quickly and joins her.

"Hi," he says, sputtering water. "How are you feeling?"

"Exhausted."

"That all?" She nods. "It's quiet," she says over the rushing water. "In my head. William- he's quiet." The smile on her face takes him back to earlier times when she was pregnant with their child. She'd put her hand on her stomach, smile, sometimes whisper soft words to the baby. He'd watch, jealousy like a fine film over his eyes, until she'd take his hand and put it with hers. He wishes she could do that now. Wishes he too could see what their son is showing her.

Back in the here and now, under the hot spray of water, she takes his hand and puts it on her chest, right where her heart is.

"I'm okay," she says. "I'm still shaken but I'm okay. We both are."

He nods. "I should be taking care of you."

"We've always taken care of each other, Mulder. Open your hands." She pours shower gel into his palms, then her own. She starts washing his chest, his arms, and he mirrors her. Like reuniting lovers, their fingertips discover new scars and old stories on their bodies.

"I wish it didn't always have to be like this," he says.

"Like what?"

"One of us almost dying."

She looks up at him, her eyes swimming between blue and green.

"We always save each other."

"When did you become the optimist?"

"When did you become the pessimist?" She counters.

"As long as we always have both," he says, "we'll be safe. We're Yin and Yang, night and day-"

"Mulder and Scully," she interrupts him, smiling softly. "Let's get out of here. The water is getting cold." They towel each other off, needing the contact, needing to feel each other. In their bedroom, when Scully gets into her side of the bed, Mulder stops.

"Should I sleep on the couch or-"

She stares at him. They haven't shared a bed in so long. He wishes it were because she chose to come back, not because of fear and desperation.

"I want you here. If that's what you want too."

"Can I hold you?"

The question seems to surprise her as it takes her a moment to reply.

"I'd love that." He gets into bed with her, scoots close, and holds her. She smells like his shampoo and he's transported back a whole decade, maybe even two. He tightens his arm around her, reveling in the fact that he gets to hold her and feel her against him. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?

"I might have nightmares," she admits quietly.

"I might too. I could have been too late and-"

"You weren't," she says, putting her hand on his arm that's encircling her. "You weren't, Mulder. You were there."

"And you're here."

"We need to sleep."

"Close our eyes on the count of four?" He always adds another one to give them more time, one more moment.

"One," she says, relaxing in his arms.

"Two," he counts, whispering the word against her cheek.

"Three," she sighs sleepily.

"Four." He closes his eyes but stays awake until he's sure that Scully is asleep. Only then does he allow himself to sleep too. There are no nightmares and when they wake again in the morning, still entangled, they smile at each other.

#fictober21 #i needed this today #whoever sent this prompt: thank you so much #may we all have a mulder or a scully in our lives #someone who is always there and cares #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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spidxysense · 3 years ago

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Back to You | 14

Summary: He broke your heart, but you’d always love him. Two souls that not even the universe could tear apart, even if you wanted it to at times.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader x Timothee Chalamet

A/N: Yay I updated! I hope you guys like this one, I was stuck for a bit there but once I sat down and got to typing, I really finished it in one sitting. I was just planning on updating it bit by bit lol. Let me know what you guys think, Love you!!!!!!

Word count: 2,591

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14

In a few short months of your movie premier with Timothee, you were finally able to release your double-release album, and the response was massive, to say the least. You'd been getting calls from different show hosts' upcoming awarding ceremonies. Still, you couldn't for life in you accept, all except for the Oscars, which your manager told you was a must since you'd be attending in the first place anyway and that performing at the Oscars was a big deal given that you also starred in films and shows.

You turned in bed, facing Timothee's sleeping face. He had been in town for a week now, back on a break from filming in Hungary. Then he'd be back to film in England in a couple of weeks. After your talk on your premiere night, it was to an agreement that whatever you had going on was just two people exploring and experiencing things with someone they had strong feelings for. There wasn't a need for a media circus to cover anything about you two except your movie.

You move his arm, placed it over your waist, and sit up slowly in bed, making sure not to stir Timothee. The jetlag must be shit. You stretched your arms in front of you, glancing at the clock that read 2:07 AM. You get up, grabbing Timothee's white shirt from the floor, and, putting it on, walking over to the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror, touching some of the reddening parts of your neck courtesy of Timothee, and then you notice the toothbrushes… there were two. From this single thing alone, it had you catching everything about the bathroom, how there were two towels, one black, and one violet, which just so happened to be your favorite color.

You walked over to the nightstand beside the bed, putting on your skinny jeans, turning on the lamp, and noticing his wallet. Inside was a picture of you. Opening the closet doors, the ones hung up were various suits, jackets, and even dresses you've worn to events. Why didn't he just send these back? Why would he let you keep your stuff in his house?

You drag your feet downstairs, noticing small details you'd been blind to before, like the large dog bed positioned by the door despite Timothee telling you he could only ever get himself to take care of a tiny dog. You noticed the colored mugs and bowls, a deep dull navy blue color, the same as the ones in your house. Suddenly, everything feels as if it's moving too fast. You both agreed there was no relationship, and there was attraction, but why does his home feel like it's become yours as well?

You sit down, taking a few deep breaths before deciding to stand up and grab your cardigan from the coathanger, opening the front door and closing it behind you as you waited for a taxi to bring you to the more active part of the city at night.

You just couldn't deal with a relationship right now. You couldn't let your heart get broken again, so you have to find ways to distract yourself.

The car stops in front of you, driving off into the night and dropping you off by a club that Troye agreed to meet you at.

You and Timothee had an attraction, but you both agreed there was no label; ergo, there was no intimate relationship even though you both have done everything together. No boyfriend means you were free to do whatever you wanted without worrying about him. But if you were honest with yourself, this was more of you suggesting something you already knew Timothee wasn't too keen on agreeing with but would just because he thought that having something with you was better than absolutely nothing. You saw Troye waiting out by the back entrance for you when he spotted you and called you over. Almost like clockwork, every time you snuck out away from Timothee, everything in you screamed to turn back, to clear your head, and for the first time, you listened.

You motioned for Troye to go ahead and sent him a text that you'd probably just head home because you weren't feeling well. He gave you a knowing look before looking like he finally approved of your actions and sent you a quick and short 'Good." text, and headed inside.

You walked around for a while after that. Soon it was already just about 5 in the morning, and even though you wouldn't let yourself come to any conclusion as to what you even wanted out of this almost relationship with Timothee, you still found yourself back at his front door.

You took out the keys in your pocket, slowly opening the door only to find Timothee sat on the couch, his knees up to his chest as he stared off into space, either deep in thought or trying to keep himself awake… maybe even both.

When he saw you enter, a soft smile formed on his face, and for some reason, that made you smile too.

"Hey, you." He spoke softly.

You sat down quietly next to him, instantly he set his feet on the ground and reached over to embrace you in a hug, the familiar scent of Timothee that never left you that evening even more evident… It felt and smelled familiar, and right now, while your mind was a mess, familiarity was what you needed.

Timothee lifted his head, worried, "Hey, are you alright?"

You sighed, "I don't want to hurt you."

He murmured quietly into your neck as he peppered kisses, "You could never."

You pulled away, feeling guilt in your bones, "Aren't you even a little bit frustrated that we've been like this for months? That even in private, we can't even say that we're in a relationship?"

You gave you a reassuring look, "We both wanted this Y/N."

You sat up, "Except we didn't… You didn't." You corrected yourself, "You're bringing your mother to the fucking Oscars next month because I told you we couldn't be seen together at carpets for Pete's sake."

You stood up, starting to pace back and forth, "We have to coordinate outfits for the sake of not matching, and we never go out because I can't be seen with you in fear that we're going to get found out. I'm a terrible fucking person, and I don't understand how you're so okay with this."

Timothee was grinning, sleep still in his eyes, "I'm okay with it because I love you, Y/N."

You froze in your spot, "You what?"

He nodded and got up, walking over to you. The blue light of the early morning peaking through the curtain made this moment feel and look ethereal, "I said I love you, Y/N. I've known that I loved you from the moment I met you." He kissed the top of your head as he embraced you.

You shook your head, "No, no, no, you don't. I'll even list more shit I've done to you just so you understand how and why you don't love me."

Timothee chuckled, "And yet despite all this... all that's registering in my head is the fact that you've been thinking of me and only me this whole time. You've been worried about how you're hurting me because you don't want to."

And that's when you realized that Timothee was right. This whole time you've been thinking of Timothee and how much you wanted to protect him from you, but he never wanted to be protected from you because he knew that you could never hurt him. You rested your forehead against his.

"I-I need to go. I need to think."

He smiled sadly, "I'll be here when you're ready. I'll always be here Y/N until you don't want me to be here anymore."

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You sat in your house, since leaving Timothee's earlier, you had been sat there lost in thought as you argued with yourself. It was true, the last thing you wanted was to hurt Timothee, but you were confused because it's like you couldn't understand your feelings. After all, a particular person still held a large part of it in his hands.

Timothee was there for you. Late night at the recording studio, whether through being there physically or even calling you or skyping you, he was always there. He was there with you when you bought all your albums from Target, and he was also the one who insisted you find another target that hasn't sold out your CDs so he could buy all of them too. Timothee was there with you when you had interviews that you almost felt like you could puke from nervousness backstage as he watched you talk about another celebrity you were getting linked to, and he was there with you to giggle about how stupid talk shows were. Timothee was always there. Whether it was dancing, kissing, or even fighting in the rain, he was always with you. He always wanted you around. Even when you rode the subway to get to a press conference of his or a promo for his upcoming movie, he always wanted you with him. He'd run with you in the rain, and he'd kiss away the sadness when you didn't want to speak with him. He was there with you when you get the sudden urge to buy all the popsicles from the nearest whole foods, and he was there with you when you got sick with the flu, which he also got from you. You'd spend afternoons walking around a far-off hill as you two put flowers in your hair despite knowing that you two probably had your busy schedules. Nothing mattered when you were with Timothee. Nothing mattered except each other. A part of you felt hurt that these memories you had kept of you and Tom were slowly being replaced by everything Timothee, but a large part of you also knew that the person you have now had no doubt that you couldn't ignore your feelings. You couldn't have to take Timothee out of your life.

Making up your mind, you got up, got dressed, and left for where you were sure you would find Tom.

He was in the middle of filming a new movie, but the second he saw you, he immediately asked to stop filming, a familiar, loving face plastered on as he walked over to you before being stopped by the director. They looked to be having a bit of a disagreement before he pointed you out, and the director looked at you in realization, patting him on the back and allowing him to jog over to you.

"Hey." You paused, your hand grasping your arm, and Tom took notice right away.

His eyebrows furrowed, "Hey, what's wrong?" He pulls you to sit by the curb as you two sat side by side, "You only do that when you're having a hard time saying something."

You gave him a look, "Well… I came here to ask you if it was alright if I try things out with Timothee."

He looked taken aback, "Oh, well, honestly, I thought you came by to sort things out between us…." He took notice of the way you looked down in guilt, "I don't think you could do anything with another guy that wouldn't upset me… but I don't really get that prerogative anymore, Y/N." He sighed, wrapping an arm around you to comfort you, "The fact is, you're trying to grow into who you've always wanted to be, and I'm trying to do that too for the sake of us and what we could be. If that means that you need or want to date someone again, I'll fully support you, but the most important thing is, does he make you happy?"

You sighed, looking out onto the filming lot, and nodded slowly, not noticing the slight upset look on Tom's face, "I catch myself sometimes smiling to myself when I think of him… But it's like I can't do anything because I don't want to let go of what we had."

Tom took a gulp, deciding that what was important right now was you, more than what he wanted, "What we had and what we were isn't important anymore Y/N. I'm working towards what we could become. What we had was co-dependency and a constant need to be in each other's presence to prove that what we had was perfect. I want us to find each other again in the future and know that no matter how far apart we are, if hopefully, we get together again, there is nobody in this world we'll love more… and that's what I'm encouraging you to do. I want to grow with you and grow for each other, and if that means you dating other people to understand yourself more, then I support you."

You looked at Tom for a second before hugging him and pecking him on the cheek, "I really needed that, Tom. Thank you."

He hugged you tighter, "Anytime. I'll always be here for you, Y/N."

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You gripped your seat in the car in pure nerves. You were on your way to the Oscars with your assistant constantly telling you about your performance and what not to mess up and things to remember, especially about reporters who wanted an interview with you. To say you were all nerves today was an understatement. You hadn't spoken to Timothee ever since you told him you needed time to think, so today would be the first time you would ever come face to face with him. You thought long and hard about everything between the two of you. Still, you think you're finally ready to actually put some time and effort into this… and if that meant doing things that would significantly make Timothee happy, then you'd do it.

Your assistant watched a live feed from the Oscars as she gave you updates on how Armie was on the carpet. Saoirse was on the carpet, talking about how she hoped to make a movie with you and various other stars. You were a few minutes away from the carpet when she spoke up again.

"Timothee has just arrived." then she looked at her phone and back at you, doing a double-take as you gave her a sheepish smile, all she could do was smile approvingly at you before going back to giving you live updates.

A few minutes later, and your heart didn't feel like it was going to slow down anytime soon as your assistant gave you a pep talk, "Y/N. You are gonna rock that carpet, you'll turn heads, and most importantly, you're gonna be the talk of the night. There is nothing that could go wrong tonight. Just take deep breaths and don't trip."

Luckily you were still coherent enough to understand what she said as you took deep breaths to calm your nerves.

"Alright, three… two… one." The door flew open as one of the large men in suits grabbed your hand and helped you out. Your dress was not providing you much flexibility to move, and for almost 15 seconds, it felt like everything was moving in slow motion as everyone was quiet. You found Timothee busy with an interview as the crowd looked from you to him, the topic on everyone's minds for the past few months. As if this were the only proof they needed, they held their cameras in their hands as they snapped pictures of you and a commotion started as they started asking for Timothee.

You think you gave them a quick, charming grin as you told them he was in an interview before walking towards the interviewer and Timothee. She was the first to notice while Timothee talked about how his mom stood him up as his Oscars date, something you arranged a week earlier and something Timothee's mom was more than happy to comply to.

The interviewer looks ecstatic as the only one and the first one on this carpet to get whatever the scoop was here, as she wasted no time when you slowly approached them, "Timothee! You said you were stood up, but you never told us that your backup would be late!"

Timothee shot her a confused look before he felt your arm slowly snake around his arm, "Sorry I'm late." You quickly whispered to him.

His face looked shocked. Almost as if a reflex, he almost pulled away from you before getting a good look at what you were wearing. His jaw looked like it would drop to the floor as he looked utterly awestruck.

The interviewer giggled nervously, already knowing her interview time was slowly coming to an end without any payoff to the two of you, "Timothee, you look to be speechless at Y/N's dress tonight." She looked at you hopefully, "Could everyone here assume this is date night?"

You smiled shyly at the lady before giving her a tiny curt nod, "I know it's a bit cliche to match outfits, but when I saw that Timothee was going to wear a harness, I just couldn't let him take all the attention for tonight, so I apologize, but I've kept this secret from him too just to make sure he doesn't do anything to take the spotlight, that's why he looks like he's just had a heart attack." you giggled.

He gave a quick, playful tilted look to you before blinking multiple times, "In my defense, I didn't even know that this was a harness... They told me this was a bib."

"Bib or not, you two look like the sexiest couple on the carpet, and I just so happen to be the luckiest interviewer tonight." The interviewer looked ecstatic as can be as she jumps up, more energetic to interview the two of you, "And well, Y/N, one look at you, and it's hard to believe anyone would still have the ability to speak. You look gorgeous." She winked at the camera, "But I can't help but notice you just confirmed this is date night… Is it safe to assume what everyone has been wondering for the past few months? That you two are dating?"

Somehow, Timothee finally snaps out of it and looks at you, a questioning look before you leaned over and spoke into the mic, "Yeah. We're together. We have been for a while now." You smiled sheepishly as you saw Timothee's face glow as he wrapped his arm around your waist, "I apologize for keeping quiet for so long, but we think it's the right time to go public now that we've decided to take things to a more serious level."

The interviewer waves a hand in the air, "As long as you two let us in on the secret, there's no problem there." She faced the camera, "You heard it here first, folks. Hollywood's newest and hottest up and coming power couple. From both Y/N and Timothee themselves, now going public with their relationship."

As you two walked away from the interviewer for more pictures, Timothee embraced you, uncaring of the cameras flashing in your faces, "Are you serious?"

You nodded slowly, "I'm ready to be with you completely, Timothee. I'm sorry I took so long."

He shook his head like a puppy, "As long as you're here with me now, Y/N, I don't care."

He pulled away at the sound of your name and his in the same sentence as the photographers asked for your attention. He quickly kisses you on the cheek as you shut your eyes and grinned, cameras going off and commotion started up at you two, the young hot couple everyone had wanted more details on.

Timothee clutched your waist tightly, almost like he was afraid that if he let go, this would all go back to how everything was before.

Before entering the venue, he pulled you to the side, "Are you sure about this? I don't want you to force yourself."

You shook your head, guiding his head to yours, "I think I'm in love with you too, Timothee. I'm all in with you." And then you kissed him.

#Timothee Chalamet #timmy #selena gomez #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom x reader #timothee chalamet fanfic #timothee x reader #bty #back to you #i finally updated #im so sorry i took so long #thank you for being so patient and always supporting my page #spidxysense

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ssa-thotchnerr · 4 years ago

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A Certain Hopelessness

Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!reader

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, violence, swearing, sad!hotch

a/n: some sad Hotch stuff for your angst needs!! Also, there is a creepy unsub here, just a warning. This is set in around s7 and the reader is 15-16

word count: 2.1k

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There was a feeling of hopelessness that had settled within the BAU over the past 2 days. A feeling of helplessness that was most felt by Aaron Hotchner, who'd been listening to his daughter screaming in pain, begging for him to come and save her. The whole team had the same thought in their head;

They couldn't come and save you because you'd been hidden so well.

But that didn't mean that they weren't going to try, they would try their hardest to find and save the little girl they'd watch grow up for years. But they also know that they couldn't save every single person, they just hoped that you wouldn't be that next person that they couldn't save. No one had even tried to get Hotch to move from his position at the round table, he'd told them that he wouldn't leave you, even though you had no way of knowing that he was there.

He would always be with you.

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You'd pulled your knees up to your chest to try and obtain some body heat, since sitting on a cold, concrete floor of a basement where it was always constantly breezy didn't give you much of a high temperature. You wished that you hadn't left school early, maybe then you wouldn't be in your current situation.

"Good morning," You looked up at the door at the top of the stairs in fear, seeing the shadow of your kidnapper standing in the door. You winced as you pushed yourself into a corner, trying to make yourself as small as possible. He laughed as he stepped down the creaky stairs, and you saw the silver glint of a knife in his hands. "I hope you slept well, you got a long day ahead of ya'."

"Pl-please don-don't hurt me, I-I won't try to run again! I-I promise," You stuttered, fear filled eyes looking up at him. Through the little light in the basement, you could see the malicious grin on his face. "I'll-I'll do whatever you want, just-just please don't ki-kill me." You begged.

"Oh honey, I don't know if you got this, but I'm not gonna kill you, mainly because I wanna hurt your daddy," He said. "Make him feel like the awful person he is."

"This is about my dad?" You asked him, letting yourself relax a tiny bit. He nodded and crouched down in front of you, pulling you forward by the collar of your no bloodied hoodie.

"Damn right this is about your dad," He snarled, pushing you back into the corner roughly. "Don't you feel awful when he leaves you and that little brother of yours own your own? But then again, he worries about what you'll do to the only child he cares about, he couldn't give a shit about you." You blinked and couldn't help but furrow your eyebrows, feeling your heart sink. You shook your head as you looked up at him.

"Wh-what?" You asked quietly. He chuckled at your confusion and obvious hurt, his plan coming together. He was reversing everything you'd ever known, he knew that your dad loved you and Jack equally, but he could easily make you believe that your dad hated you with every single fibre of his being. He knew you were easily manipulated, and he knew exactly what to say to get you upset.

"Don't act like you don't know, darling. Your dad despises you, he hasn't even got that team looking after you," He said. Your eyes filled with tears as you thought about being left with this man a minute longer, but it hurt even more to think about that your dad didn't care about you enough to look for you. "They left on a case this morning, he told them you didn't matter."

"You-you're lying," You didn't know if you were telling him that he was, or you were trying to convince yourself that he was. "My-my dad wouldn't leave anyone." You said. He chuckled and came closer to you.

"Well, maybe you aren't anyone, you've never appeared to be to your dad," Tears leaked from your eyes as he'd finally, truly broken you down. "Why are you crying? I haven't even started hurting you yet."

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Hotch couldn't bare to watch this man hurl abuse and untrue thoughts at you much longer, he couldn't watch you be broken down anymore. He shut his eyes as he heard you start screaming, presumably in pain. There was a knock on the door, Hotch spun around on the chair he was sitting on to see who was there.

"Sir, we think we've found a possible suspect on who has Y/N," Garcia told him. "Based on what he'd said in the video earlier, we found that he believes your a bad father to her and Jack, and that she'd be better off with him," She said. It didn't take a criminal profiler to see the hurt flash on the normally stoic Aaron Hotchner's face. "So, taking information with males that had lost a child, we found Craig Brock, he lost his daughter Leona in a car crash last year, And she shares a very, very striking resemblance to your daughter,” Garcia watched as Hotch took in what she was saying. “And with that, Reid determined tha5 he wants you to feel the same helplessness that he had felt when he lost his daughter.” She finished, sliding a picture of the girl across the table to her boss. Hotch took the picture and saw the resemblance, he sighed. He didn't want you to share the same fate as this girl, he didn't want to lose you.

"Do you have an address yet?" He asked.

"I'm working on it sir, but you should have her back by the end of the day," Garcia said, smiling at Hotch, who gave her a small sliver of a smile in return. "You should probably turn that off, or at least go home and see Jack, if anything happens with Y/N or our Unsub, you'll be the first to know." Hotch sighed as he turned the TV off, turning the volume down and standing up.

“I never thought the day I’d be taking orders from you would come, Garcia,”

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You grunted as you finally built up enough strength to rip the sleeve off of your hoodie so you could wrap it around your waist where you had been slashed. His words had echoed in your head since he’d even muttered them, did your dad even care about you? Were the team even looking for you? Hell, were they even in the country? You broke down into tears again, your blood coated hands coming up to cover your mouth. They fell back down to your sides when the door was yanked open, almost coming off of its hinges.

“Get up!” He snarled, huffing out in anger when you pushed yourself further into the corner, making yourself as small as possible. “I said, get up.” He practically growled. You sat still, crying out in fear when he grabbed the collar of your hoodie and pulled you up onto your feet roughly.

“Okay! Okay! I-I’m sorry,” You whimpered, holding your hands out in fear. He dragged you up the stairs, you crying all the way up as the pain from your wounds shot up.

“Looks like I was wrong about your dad not caring for you, he and his team are on their way here,” He said in your ear, his arm snaking around your neck and then his free hand holding a gun to your temple. You were shaking, your entire body trembling with fear. “He’s not gonna know what to do when he comes through that door, you’re cut up like a piece of paper.”

“He’ll probably fucking kill you,” You snarled. He was taken back by your sudden change in attitude, and righted his arm around your neck and pushed the barrel of the gun closer to your head.

“Anymore of that, and I’ll put a bullet through your skull,” He said in your ear.

That shut you up quickly.

It felt like hours before the door creaked open, and from the back room, you could see that Emily, Morgan and Reid were entering the house.

“Help! Help!” You screamed, only for a hand to be clamped over your mouth and to be thrown to the floor. His foot was on your neck, a gun pointed between your eyes. Emily, Morgan and Reid all cornered him, their eyes watching as you struggled to breathe, coughing and gasping as you tried to bring air into your lungs. You were beaten black and blue, and covered in blood, they almost didn’t recognise you.

“Craig Brock, let Y/N go,” Emily said calmly. “We know what happened to Leona, and we know that there was nothing you could do to help your daughter. Do you really wanna put another father through the pain of losing their child?” She asked him. In a moment of hesitancy, he removed his foot from your neck, allowing you to cough and then slide away from him. In what seemed as though a move of panic, he shot down at the floor, narrowly missing your head, but just clipping the side of your ear. A ringing noise deafened you, and you screamed.

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Hotch felt his heart drop as he heard a gunshot and then a scream. Emily had ordered him to stay outside, she didn’t want him doing something that he would end up regretting. Minutes later, the front door opened again, only this time you were there, Spencer’s arm around your waist to support you and your arm around his shoulder. Walking out of there, you looked so small and scared. There was no way that Hotch couldn’t run towards you, gently taking you from Spencer.

“Da-daddy?” There was a small smile on your face as you saw the blurry figure of your dad. Hotch smiled in relief and nodded, arms going around you gently so’s not to disturb anymore of your cuts or slashes. “You-you came.” You stuttered.

“Of course I came, I wasn’t gonna leave you, honey,” He assured you. You couldn’t properly hear what your dad was saying, but you could make it out. “Alright, let’s get you to the hospital.”

“Can you carry me?” You asked, holding your arms out to him. Hotch nodded and lifted you gently, holding you close like if he let you go, he’d lose you once again.

“Can I see Y/N yet?” Jack asked his dad. Hotch smiled as he nodded at his youngest child, who was clearly eager to have his older sister back. Hotch was getting Jack from school while you were asleep at home, with every door and window locked to improve your safety.

“Yeah, she got home this morning after I dropped you off at school, she’s been missing you too,” Hotch told Jack. When they got home, Jack practically shot upstairs. “Jack, do not go into Y/N’s room.” Hotch called up to him. Jack sighed as he waited for his dad to come up the stairs.

“Can I go in yet?” Hotch laughed as he nodded, opening the door to your room and sighing at you when he saw you were now awake, Greys Anatomy playing on your TV. “Y/N!”

“Hey bubs!” You cheered, smiling at your brother as you pulled your brother up onto your bed. Hotch sat down on the end of your bed and took the TV remote turning it off. “Dad.” You whined.

“You’re supposed to be asleep, Y/N,” He reminded you. You sighed as you flopped back onto your bed.

“Can I stay here?” Jack asked, looking at your dad. Hotch shook his head.

“No, Jack, Y/N has to try and get some sleep,” He said. You pulled Jack to sit beside you and you both pouted up at your dad, who sighed as he shook his head. “Fine, fine.”

“We love you, dad.”

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