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tkaulitzlvr · 1 year ago

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Hii! Could you please maybe do one of where the reader and Tom are like on a break from each other, and the reader and him end up being at the same party and he gets all touchy with this girl and the reader gets jealous and she ends up making out with this guy out in the crowd and Tom sees and gets jealous and ends up beating the guy up and the reader and him get into a heated argument in the car on the way to his place and he ends up doing yk as soon as they get there but in a angry way 👀

(sry Im really bad at explaining. And if you cant do it I totally understand, plus your writing is AMAZING, like seriously I appreciate all the time and effort you put into your writing I could never 😭)

BELONG TO YOU - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: you and tom had decided to take a break from your relationship a few weeks back, and you hadn’t seen him until now, at some random party, flirting with another girl. you want payback, but tom notices straight away, acting on his jealousy.

content: angst & smut

a/n: this is such a good idea omgg these types of fics are my fav to read and write. this took me three days omg i made this like unnecessarily long & detailed sorry about that.😭 thank you so much for the request and ur kind words anon!! 💞 also this clip is so hot like hello rail me pls.

my eyes burn into his figure from across the room, fingers clutching the plastic cup in my hand so hard that the material begins to crumple, though i don’t care. i am far too immersed in the interaction taking place in front of my eyes, watching the way he places a hand on her thigh, whispering things into her ear with that same playful smirk i had seen too many times, completely oblivious to the fact that i am here, seething with rage at the sight. god knows how long i had been watching the pair for, time had seemed to stop altogether the second my eyes landed on him, all i know is that i am getting closer and closer to losing my sanity.

it didn’t matter that i was a considerable distance away. i noticed everything - the way his tongue poked out of his mouth and repeatedly brushed against his lip piercing, the lingering touches which, though failing to reach the cleavage spilling out of her tight dress, were pretty close to getting there - too close. not that it matters too much that his hands hadn’t reached the most intimate parts yet: his eyes were already doing the work for him, staring so intently at her overtly prominent chest that he should’ve made physical contact with them and put me out of my misery, tearing away the only remnant of hope i had left - hope that he wouldn’t stoop so low and give himself to the first girl that he saw.

though i know that my expectations are way too high for someone like tom. he hadn’t cheated whilst we were in the relationship, but outside of it, he couldn’t help himself. and, even though we hadn’t actually broken up, ‘giving each other some space’ as he called it, it seems that his morals haven’t at all changed, and i am the last thing on his mind - my chest heaving up and down in utter rage as his hand travels suggestively further and further upwards, fingers dipping underneath her dress slightly. that was it. admittedly tipsy, i strut toward him, stopping just a few feet away from him, now in front of a semi-attractive guy who seems to avert his gaze to me almost instantly. i don’t even have to look in tom’s direction to know that he has spotted me, i can feel his eyes on me, burning intently into my figure.

indirectly aiming to maintain tom’s attention as i soak it all in, i go that extra step further, whispering a small ‘hi’ in the boy’s ear, making sure to flutter my eyelashes, noticing the way a subtle smirk etches upon his soft lips. my hands trail aimlessly up and down his chest, his own slipping to rest comfortably against my lower back, the words ‘you’re cute’ falling from my lips, smooth as silk. it didn’t matter if i meant them or not, i am not looking for a conversation, and i think he knows that too, our intentions pretty much mutual. tom doesn’t have to know that though.

all he has to know is that two can play at whatever game he thinks he has started. though the second he spotted me with whoever had his hands roaming my body, he had stopped playing, no longer finding the small blonde beside him as interesting as he did five minutes ago. i am more than willing to carry it on, messily colliding my lips with the stranger’s, the kiss sloppy and heated - everything that i want it to be. my tongue finds its way inside his mouth, deepening the kiss even more, my hand moving to the back of his neck, fingers raking through his soft brunette curls. his own hands travel further downwards, cupping my ass and using it to bring our bodies closer together, the kiss soon becoming more heated than it was before, fuelled by the alcohol in my system and the jealousy i felt, somehow trading it all in for intense anger, eager for tom to feel the way i had just a few moments ago.

‘you wanna get out of here gorgeous?’

his voice is low as it vibrates through my lips, his words slightly muffled, thanks to both the almost deafening music reverberating through my ears, and the close proximity between us. knowing that i wouldn’t think of doing anything more with this guy, i still nod my head slowly, purely to intensify tom’s jealousy, sensing his presence slightly closer than it was before, somehow easily identifiable through the crowd.

the guy smiles against my lips, kissing me roughly once again, though this one is much shorter than the last - not because either of us want it to be. he is harshly pushed away from me, my eyes opening in a mix of confusion and shock, frantically scanning the room for any clue on what had just happened, the answer becoming crystal clear as i spot tom inches away from him, hands balled into fists against the stranger’s chest.

a small crowd begins to accumulate, my hands pushing through desperately, scrambling my way to the front, the entire thing escalating impossibly fast, tom’s fist colliding with the boy’s cheek with such force he stumbles backward, body slamming against the wall harshly. but that isn’t enough for tom. he continues to land strong punches to his face, the guy finding some strength to fight back, though they are completely pointless, having little effect on tom. after a few harsh blows, the boy is defenceless, lip swollen with blood trickling just below it, a large red mark printed across his cheek.

my fast steps make their way over to tom, who is clearly just as angry as he was before he had beat the shit out of that poor guy, his cold expression failing to waver even when i grab his shoulder, turning him to face me in one swift motion.

“what the fuck? have you lost your fucking mind?” i shout over the loud music, noticing that the people seeking entertainment from the ordeal had returned back to their own company, all immersed in random conversations, or making out with someone they had never met before - not that i was in any position to judge, i had done the exact same thing moments ago.

“have you?” he shoots back, voice a level louder than mine, oozing with rage, carrying thousands of harsh words yet to be spoken.

“take a look at the guy with the fucked up face thanks to you, then think about asking me that question again! what the fuck is wrong with you?” i question, eyebrows knitting together, wondering how he can dare to turn this on me, ignoring the fact that he has just left someone with a bloody nose, seemingly unfazed by it. his eyes scan mine, narrowed slightly, a few wrinkles lining along his forehead as he does so. i hadn’t seen those eyes in so long and, despite the indisputable fury within them, it is impossible to deny how much i had missed them, regardless of the circumstances.

“we aren’t doing this here, not in front of this crowd.” he shakes his head forcefully, grabbing my hand and attempting to lead me away from it all, my body hesitant to do so.

“why? i’m not leaving.” i state confidently. he tilts his head to the side, mouth falling open slightly, his eyes squeezing shut as he appears to be in a fight with his own mind, clearly contemplating something, the decision seemingly difficult to make.

“well i am.” he replies, shaking his head slowly, turning around to walk away.

“what the fuck? are you serious?” i ramble, chasing after him shamelessly, not yet aware of how humiliating it is that he has me wrapped around his finger. my hands clutch at his jacket, wrapping firmly around the material as i pull him backwards, just before his hand reaches to clasp the door handle.

“you don’t seem to care about us anymore.” he shrugs, expression fixed, though despite the hostility it shows upfront, i can sense the sadness behind it. “so why the fuck should i?”

he shakes his head at my silence, looking for something, anything, that hints to a response, no matter how small and totally ridiculous. i stay quiet, in total disbelief of his ability to manipulate this whole situation, somehow attempting to put me at fault, as if he hadn’t had his hands all over that girl. he doesn’t seem to care about his own mistakes, focusing purely on my actions, choosing to act as a saint despite knowing deep down he is far from being one. it is this realisation that prompts him to turn around once again, his back to me as he tugs the door open, walking through it without looking back. yet i refuse to let it end like that, hurriedly following him, not considering the consequences.

“what are you talking about? seriously, instead of being such a pussy and walking away, fucking talk to me!” i demand as he momentarily stops in his tracks, eyes glued on my own, his jaw clenched. i no longer need to raise my voice, the music drowning itself out, but that doesn’t stop me, the volume of my words far louder than they need to be.

he reaches his car, hands moving into the pocket of his baggy jeans as they scramble for his keys, pulling them out without a word, though i still have plenty to say. “i’m talking to you!”

finally, he turns to face me, expression still harsh; not giving away anything that he truly wants to say. for some strange reason, he seems to hold back, restraining his mouth from acting out ahead of his mind, this unexpected, especially considering just minutes ago he hadn’t restricted himself from making particularly rash decisions, the smear of blood on his knuckle concrete proof of this.

“what, are you deaf, hm? my words not registering up there? i’m speaking to you, answer me!” i know exactly what buttons to press, exactly how to make him crack, and, once again, i do so with some success. he briefly hesitates, letting out a heavy sigh, seemingly reaching his breaking point as his mouth opens, ready to pour out the thousands of emotions he has kept in thus far.

“some fucking break this is.” he mutters, shaking his head slowly, his hand clutching the car keys with such strength his knuckles begin to turn white. “i say that we need some space and then catch you with some random guy’s tongue down your fucking throat. really seems like you missed me.”

not waiting for me to respond, he opens the car door, climbing into the driver’s seat hurriedly. i don’t know what compels me to follow him, perhaps it is my desire to find answers, possibly i am eager to continue this argument, or maybe i just missed him: his voice, his presence, everything about him somehow being exactly what i need. whatever it is, i am far too lost within him to care, my body acting ahead of my mind as i enter the passenger side, tom’s eyebrows furrowing in confusion. he doesn’t object though, clearly needing me as much as i do him, a brief look of relief taking over his expression, silently wishing that i would give in since the argument began despite his initial standoffish-ness, thankful that i have.

“don’t act like you’re all fucking innocent! the only reason i did all that was because i saw you with that slut! you clearly don’t love me anymore, not with the way you looked at her!” each word pierces him right in the chest, the daunting realisation of what he has done hitting him faster than ever. but it is the confession that i think his love for me has diminished that strikes him the most, his face softening when i utter those words. despite this, his voice is still harsh, volume meeting my own.

“don’t be ridiculous. you know she meant nothing.” he states, this apparently sufficient reassurance for his actions, the car silent for a moment as he starts it, hands on the steering wheel. i don’t know where he is going, far too frustrated to even care, wanting nothing more than to carry on this argument, in no position to let him off the hook.

“do i?” i scoff, face harshly turning to him. “i don’t see you for two weeks, and when i do, your hands are all up on some girl. the fuck am i supposed to do with that?”

his hands forcefully clutching the wheel, jaw clenched as he looks ahead, i know that he hears every word i say, processing them with ease, yet he stays quiet for a second, an uncomfortable silence in place of the harshness of my utterance, making the words ten times harder to digest. he knows that i am right, that it would be hypocritical for him to be mad at me right now, but that doesn’t stop him from being angry. in fact, his stubbornness only increases despite the realisation that he is just as guilty as i am, if not more.

“what was i supposed to do, hm? i didn’t have you, i just-” he trails off, a heavy sigh leaving his parted lips, head moving backwards to rest against the back of the seat, one hand coming upward to rest on the bridge of his nose. though the hesitation suggests otherwise, he knows exactly what he wants to say, but he can’t bring himself to utter the phrase, perhaps out of shame, or reluctance to admit how he truly feels. whatever it is that holds him back, i am no longer interested in his skepticism, wanting clear answers, not the mixed signals that i am receiving.

“what? you just what? stop being so fucking weird and just talk.” i order, turning in his direction, eyes burning into his features regardless of his hesitance to do so, strangely scared to look in my eyes.

“fuck…” he begins, exhaling shakily, almost preparing himself for the effect that his words are bound to have. “i missed you, okay? i missed you, and i didn’t know what else to fucking do.”

“don’t be stupid. i know that’s bullshit, and so do you. be honest with me, have you fucked someone else? since we went on whatever you want to call this weird distance between us.” i know that i shouldn’t have asked such a stupid question, the answer bound to disappoint me. for some strange reason, i want to hear him say the words, to make me realise that i’m not as important to him as i thought, that in reality, he can find someone prettier within a heartbeat. because the false hope that i continue to hold onto doesn’t seem to fade, even after watching him with his hands all over another girl.

“of course i fucking haven’t.” he scoffs, shaking his head as his face twists in anger, shocked that i would even ask such a question, the thought completely unheard of, apparently. “what, you really think i care that little? your expectations of me really that low?”

“you expect them to be high after i see you acting like that with her? you’re unbelievable.” i state, briefly looking over at him, his eyes fixated on the road, though i notice the quick glances he throws my way, assessing my expression, not giving the impression that he is going to apologise anytime soon.

“you know what? pull over, this was a mistake. we should’ve just stayed away from each other.” i say, turning to look at him, my hand moving to the door handle, desperate to get out of the situation, soon realising that we are never going to come to a solution, instead the back and fourth of our arguing will only continue until it becomes out of hand, unless i put a stop to it now.

he refuses to stop, the pressure his foot applies to the gas only seeming to increase, the speed of the car getting faster, making it pretty clear that he doesn’t plan on letting me leave.

“i’m not letting you go, not when it’s this dark out. you should know that i care about you too much to do that. i want to talk about this.” he replies, his voice assertive yet calm, the desperation behind it more evident than ever. the surroundings soon become familiar, having travelled along this road thousands of times, it would be impossible to not recognise it. countless times i had seen the same houses, same trees, same buildings either side of the road, each small detail reminding me of how much i had become used to this area, able to distinguish it much easier than i realise. the familiar house comes into view, it’s four walls holding more memories than any place i had ever been. thousands of nights of passion, mornings of lazy affection, afternoons spent simply enjoying each other’s company spent here, each one unforgettable - to me, at least.

but the comfort it brings me isn’t enough to make me forget about the situation, instead it makes me resent it even more. “why am i here? you want to ridicule me even more, yell at me for kissing that guy some more, rub it in my face that you had your hands on her-”

“you’re here because i want to you be. please can we talk about this? instead of being so fucking stubborn, just let me talk, for once.” he interrupts, confessing his feelings as they spill freely from his lips, eyes finally brave enough to look into my own.

“why should i?” i scoff, stepping out of the car as he does the same, hurriedly catching up to me, my steps towards the front door heavy and fast. his hands fumble with the keys, swiftly unlocking the door and opening it for me to step inside, all whilst i continue to ramble on, a mix of upset and anger sounding from my lips. “you have your hands all over her, and when i do the same thing, you don’t like it? and then you say you did it because you miss me? you’re the most frustrating person i’ve ever met, you know that? nothing is ever simple with you. you mess with my fucking head, and you don’t even care! why? why do you have to make me so-”

as much as i want to continue the sudden burst of rage, eager to show tom the frustration i feel right now, my words are abruptly cut off by a soft pair of lips, the harshness of them mirroring the venom within my tone, silencing my rushed speech in a way too tempting for me to dream of refusing. without thinking, i quickly kiss back, soon reflecting the hunger that tom displays as his lips move against mine, hands moving to my waist to pull me closer, my own behind his neck, his black braids tangled between my fingers.

“you drive me fucking crazy, you know that?” he breathes out between kisses, my mind too lost within the moment to even respond, his words barely registering. “so stubborn, but fuck, i need you, can’t live without you...”

i moan against his lips in response, deciding that actions speak far louder than words, channeling all the built up frustration into the kiss, parting my lips to allow his tongue to slip inside my mouth, my own entering his. the process of his arms hoisting me upwards, legs wrapping around his torso roughly and walking sloppily into the living room, our lips never parting is all a blur, my back ending up flat against the couch, tom’s body situated in between my legs, hovering over me. it didn’t matter that five minutes ago i could’ve punched his face. truthfully, i could do the same right now. however i decide to exercise my anger in the most pleasurable way possible, figuring that if he is trying to apologise, this is a pretty damn good way of earning my forgiveness - the silent promise of feeling him inside me meaning i’d probably accept whatever half-hearted attempt he put together to make amends, if it meant that we could get to the point faster.

my hair is disheveled, lipstick smudged, traces of the deep red now present on tom’s lips, proving just how desperate the both of us are - whether i am willing to admit it or not. his hand travels upwards, fingers grazing the soft skin covered by my hair, eventually making contact with the zipper of my dress and carefully tugging it downwards, despite his kisses being anything but. it is so wrong, knowing that he has entertained someone else not even an hour ago and he is touching me now, but it feels so right, against all of my morals, every part of me willing to make my body his and his only. my mind silently thanks whatever higher presence up there for gracing me with tom, though the things that we are doing forbid us from ever reaching heaven, not that it matters, because the feeling of his lips against mine is pretty damn close to it.

“fuck- i love you so much baby, so much…” he trails off, pulling away momentarily to allow his hands to take my dress, sliding the material down my body, exposing it all inch by inch until the soft cotton is bunched at my knees. his lips are curved into a small smirk, so subtle it is almost unnoticeable, though once his eyes flick between my face and now bare figure, i know that it is real - his being in some sort of trance as it rests above me, giving away his silent admiration. eyes twinkling as they take in my curves, perfectly defined, adorned with smooth skin, begging to be touched by his calloused hands which now reach outwards from his sides, giving into the temptation.

he is careful, despite the look on his face suggesting that he wants to be everything but. he desperately tries to hold on to the gentleness, hesitant to spoil moment of passionate bliss that resumes as his hands continue to run along my stomach, moving further and further upward. but deep down, he wants to ruin me, to give up the sweet act that he is putting on, and i want it just as bad - each second that he continues to be tender, his actions restricted and mild, slowly tortures me.

“why are you holding back?” i breathe out, eyes locked on his hands as they finally make contact with my breasts, moulding the flesh into his palms. i can sense the way he pauses slightly, refraining from applying any pressure, instead maintaining his steady movements, gaze locked on my breasts as he drinks in the view, mesmerised by the sight as if he hadn’t seen it a hundred times over.

“we don’t have to rush, i want to be gentle-” he speaks, voice slow and soft, though i have passed the point of caring about taking our time, the concept of it long gone. because i could spend an eternity like this, completely connected with him, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

“be gentle tomorrow.” i interrupt him, eyes flickering to his lips, wanting nothing more than to feel them against my own once again, tired of his accidental teasing.

his eyes meet my own, the lust within them taking over, my words barely considered as he acknowledges them immediately, capturing my lips in a kiss. it is rough, lacking that hesitance he showed moments ago, because now he has my permission, he no longer cares about being gentle, able to act out on his desires the way he needs to.

with a simple tug, he takes down his jeans, discarding the denim somewhere on the floor, far too focused on my exposed body in front of him to care where. if his demeanour didn’t give away his desperation, the bulge in his boxers said enough, his length brushing against my leg through the material as his head dips downward once again, reconnecting our lips in another heated kiss. i shift my hips slightly, mouth falling open once his dick brushes against my clit through my panties, the sensation, though only slight, enough to restrain my ability to kiss back.

he quickly senses this, hands moving to my panties, fingers hooking under the material, slowly raking them downwards, letting the lace pool at my feet. his arms lift upwards once my fingers make contact with the hem of his t-shirt, making it easier for me to remove the heavy fabric. i sit upwards, face inches away from his own, lips ghosting over each other’s whilst i pull the t-shirt upwards and over his head, releasing it onto the floor.

within seconds, his boxers are lost somewhere on the floor, joining the piles of clothes scattered around the room. his dick presses against his lower abdomen, the sight only making the aching between my thighs intensify, just about ready to get on my knees and beg, if he doesn’t put me out of my misery in the next few seconds.

and he does - just not in the way that i want him to. instead, his lips move downward at an agonisingly slow pace, eyes never leaving my own, even when he begins to place open-mouthed kisses along my stomach, his teeth grazing over the skin ever so slightly, though the sensation is enough for small whines to leave my lips, hands reaching for his head, fingers running over the rough bumps of his braids.

“shit- you’re so beautiful, so pretty schatz…” he praises between kisses, hands coming upward to pry my legs apart as they instinctively clench together at the pleasure. if it weren’t for his body in between them, they probably would’ve closed completely, not that tom would ever complain about being in such a position - especially not now when he had been without it for so long.

“please…” i whine, back arching slightly off of the couch, his teasing movements no longer enough. i need one thing, and he knows exactly what that is, his desires mirroring my own.

“shhhh. i know baby, i know.” he coos, head finally moving from my stomach as his whole body shifts upward, his forehead now resting against my own, lips placing small kisses all over my face, attempting to distract me from the feeling of his tip aligning with my entrance. he is foolish to think that anything could divert my attention from this sensation - i have been waiting for it for so long that it is the only thing on my mind, mouth falling open once it finally becomes a reality.

his lips curve into a smug smile at my reaction, watching the way my face contorts when he pushes inside of me, his length stretching out my walls as they clench around him. my mind is hazy, tuning out everything else around me, nothing else seeming to matter once i have gotten what i want. sure, thirty minutes ago i resented him, wanting nothing more than to hurl words of irritation at him until my throat turned hoarse, but it seems that i’ll be reaching the same conclusion anyways - the way his cock slowly thrusts in and out of me eliciting moans from me that are bound to leave my vocal chords sore. this doesn’t stop me from vocalising my pleasure though, inaudible whines not far from screams leaving my parted lips once he speeds up his pace a little.

“that’s it baby, let me hear those pretty sounds. show me how much you missed me, mhm?” he grunts, his own mouth hanging open a little as his hips continue to grind against my own, knowing exactly how to move, paying close attention to when my noises would become particularly loud, angling himself to elicit those same sounds from my lips, eyes squeezing shut whenever i do so.

somehow he hadn’t reprimanded me for when i would squirm a little, back arching ever so slightly, legs closing tighter and tighter around him. instead, his eyebrows would furrow when i do so, my movements drawing him deeper inside of me, so deep that i swear i can feel him in my stomach. even if he had scolded me, reminding me to be good, to behave myself as this is what i wanted, he knows that his words won’t stop me from acting out, especially when i know he is too lost in his own pleasure to even consider halting his movements - my climax guaranteed regardless of how much i irritate him so, why not misbehave a little?

“fuck- stay still.” he finally orders once i squeeze my legs around his waist one too many times, my hips lifting instinctively from the couch. his hands firmly place them downwards, fingers digging into the skin ever so slightly, providing just the right amount of pain to make me go close to insane, a moaning mess beneath him. he starts to circle his hips swiftly, his dick moving in and out of me at a different angle, and god, that’s all it takes. that is all i need for my mouth to fall open in a silent scream, quickly acknowledging that his tip no longer brushes weakly against that sensitive spot inside me, it hits the flesh directly.

if i had the ability to speak, i would be encouraging, no, begging him to carry on, to keep his movements going, his cock hitting every spot inside of me that causes me to moan that little bit louder, legs to squeeze around him just a little tighter. but he is perfectly aware of the effect he has on me, knowing the reaction that he elicits out of me is one of unmatched bliss, so he keeps going, much to my relief. through the small part of my vision that isn’t overtaken by the tears that soon begin to cover my eyes, i study tom’s face, his expression causing the already prominent knot in my stomach to tighten even further.

if the pleasure he brings me isn’t enough, the evidence of his own tips me over the edge - his eyebrows knitted together, sweat lining his forehead as he moves in and out of me, mouth open with his tongue occasionally swiping across his bottom lip. he stays relatively quiet, though i know exactly how to elicit small sounds out of him, noticing the way deep groans sound from the back of his throat when i clench around him, almost inaudible words of encouragement that follow his moans prompting me to repeat my actions, noticing the way he twitches inside me as i do so.

“gonna cum, c’mon baby, cum with me.” he prompts, bending downwards to plant quick kisses onto my lips, his thrusts now slow and deep, pushing me over the edge as i manage to nod my head, hands reaching to clutch his biceps. my nails dig into the skin once i feel his hot cum shoot inside of me, an elongated ‘ohhhh’ leaving his lips as he throws his head backward, hips lazily rocking back and forth at an irregular pace, one final thrust being all it takes for the knot in my stomach to quickly unravel.

my eyes squeeze shut, mouth falling open as a high-pitched moan escapes it, back lifting upward off of the couch once his pointer finger reaches to make contact with my clit, rubbing slow circles over it as my release washes over me. he continues to move in and out of me, fucking his seed further into me, his heavy breathing sounding through the silent room. he collapses on top of me, not bothering to pull out just yet, instead using the little energy he has left to softly run his fingers up and down my arm in an attempt to slow my rapid breathing, taking notice of the way my entire body trembles slightly.

“you okay schatz?” he mutters, his low voice vibrating against my bare skin, lips inches away from my breasts as his head rests in between them, placing a lazy kiss there. i mutter a small ‘mhm’, noticing the strain that the small utterance places on my throat, silently cursing myself for being so vocal, though deep down i know that i don’t really regret it, the sex warranting every sound i let spill from my lips.

“you still angry?” he asks, the soft smile that graces upon his lips telling me that he knows the answer to his question before i even open my mouth. he chuckles lowly, squeezing my waist and moving closer, intertwining our legs together, our bodies tangled as we lay on the couch.

“depends if you plan on touching someone like you did that girl again.” i shrug, honestly still a little frustrated at what i had witnessed, the thought making me seethe with jealousy. even after i had tom inside of me just moments ago, the small amount of satisfaction it brings me isn’t enough, wishing that i could somehow go back in time and stop the entire thing from ever happening, realising that my life would be better without knowing he had entertained someone else, even for a few minutes.

“what girl?” he grins, beginning to place sloppy kisses on my neck, hands running up and down my waist. he knows exactly what i am talking about, continuing to sweet talk me, all whilst his lips continue to work against my neck, tongue running soothingly over the skin after his teeth nip against it. “the only girl i want to touch is you, baby.”

“you know what girl.” i breathe out, trying to continue the conversation, my head tilting backwards to give him more access, failing miserably to maintain my composure as his kisses hold me under his trance, getting me just as worked up as i had been ten minutes ago, before he had pleasured me.

“hmm, i don’t care about her.” he mutters against me, his voice vibrating above my chest, sending chills through my body, the feeling soon soothed when he moves on top of me once again, trailing the suggestive kisses lower and lower, hovering just above my breasts. his eyes are half-lidded, filled with tired lust as they peer innocently at me, the intent behind them crystal clear as they darken just before his mouth opens, his voice low. “why would i? just want you beautiful. need you all to myself…”

tired moans leave his lips as they continue to work against me, leaving no part untouched, his kisses becoming slow and sloppy. though he doesn’t show any intention of stopping, muttering small compliments in between kisses. ‘so beautiful.’ he mumbles, taking the skin between my breasts and slowly sucking on it, teeth digging in momentarily, soon pulling away once he is satisfied with the small bruise left in place of his soft lips. ‘love you so much.’ he whispers just before his tongue swipes over an existing mark, head tilting to the side to press open-mouthed kisses just below it. “shit- so fucking perfect.’ he mutters, lips hovering above my breast for a few seconds, breath fanning over it, watching the way my chest falls up and down, anticipating his touch. ‘meine schatz, all yours.’ he murmurs, taking my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, his free hand kneading the flesh of my thigh, slowly continuing to work against me, noticing the way my whines become lazy and restricted.

he looks upward briefly, my own eyes on the verge of closing, completely exhausted, entire body aching as it manages to calm down, no longer trembling the way it was moments ago. his hands reach upwards, fingers threading through my hair, removing any knots within it. his own eyes struggle to stay open, yet he forces them to, holding back on falling asleep until he knows that i have, instead resuming his fingers’ slow movements through my hair, paying close attention to my breathing pattern, humming in satisfaction once it becomes slow and shallow, signalling that i have finally let exhaustion take over. even when he falls asleep, he refuses to reduce his hold on me, bodies tangled together as we are finally at peace, belonging to each other once again.

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merakiui · 1 year ago

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Bunny hybrid riddle who went against his nature and didn't engage in any sorts of icky activities...until his mom remarries, vetting him a new wolf hybrid stepsis and he cant help himself.

His lil bun nose twitching everytime ur around bc u have the most delectable scent coming from between ur legs and oh dear, it seems he isnt as strong as he thought and now he's got ur knees pinned next to your ears, and he's sobbing while fucking you because its not enough, even though he's had you in a mating press and creamed your for hours on end now, his cock isnt anywhere near going soft. He's so nasty and mean with it, using his heel to press against ur cunt at the dinner table, fingering you during family movie night, even eating you out when hes supposed to be waking you up for school >_< once he starts he cant stop and he needs to make up for lost time, or so he tells himself..

BUNNY HYBRID RIDDLE AAAAAAAA,,, the horniest bun you ever did meet... orz he's so swept up in you. Whenever your parents are out of the house, he takes the opportunity to break so many rules with you. It's already bad enough that you're his stepsister; his mother would surely disown him if she found out her golden child was doing something so nasty and naughty behind her back. But Riddle can't help it. He's so obsessed with you and the way you smell and the way your slick cunt clings to his cock every time he's fucking you. You're grabbing at his shoulders and sobbing, too fucked out to tell him to stop or that it's too much.

The two of you hide marks and bruises and bites under clothes or with makeup..... your parents are none the wiser, and if they ask why you're doing laundry more frequently than normal you just smile and tell them you like clean sheets. :) the bad thing about all of this is that once you give Riddle a crumb of pussy he's hooked for life. T^T he can never go back to being the bunnyboy he once was. Now he has to have his dick in you or his mouth on you every other day or so just to satisfy the bunny instinct to fuck. He's even worse when he's in heat. >_< when that happens, you'll just have to spend the week sleeping over in his room so he can have easy access to you. It will be much the same when your heat approaches.

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #tw: stepcest #may the two of you make an entire family of baby buns together <3

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year ago

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Can you please do TADC crew finding out little kid reader looks up to them

It's okay if it takes a while I just like found family type shenanigans

Role models (TADC cast x kid!reader) (platonic)

RUNS AROUND

Again I apologize if I dont answer many requests today, I think I may be sick

Or I have HELLA allergies rn

Regardless I feel not the best so uhuh

I see yalls requests I'm just a eepy guy today

OH ALSO ALSO I had a similar request with just jax so I'm paring these two up since it's the same concept! Hope that's alright with you two anons!

CAINE:

When he finds out hes going to brat about hes a dad/older brother/guardian to everyone who will listen.

"As a parental figure..." type shit before trying to do something for your own good

Gives you your own lil cane to match his, maybe does matching outfits with you

Probably calls you mini me if you start mimicking his behaviors and mannerisms.. very silly

POMNI:

A little confused, honestly! While zooble is vaguely annoyed by kids, pomni is vaguely uncomfortable around them. I mean, kids can be just so brutal, and lack filters, and and-! Did you just call her sis?

She kind of just goes. Still. Shes torn

Does she let you call her that or does she stamp it out now?

...

I think she would let you call her sis, she doesnt have the heart to break yours

Not many ideas here, shes visibly awkward around you at first, whether you notice is up to you, but she slowly eases into it and takes the older sibling role in stride

RAGATHA:

I've said it so many times but ragatha absolutely exudes older sister energy. So shes already a natural before you're even calling her the nickname. Is so touched that you look up to her and feel safe around her. Thats her whole thing, keep up everyones optimism (and also perhaps, by extension, her own). Likes making you lil stuffed animals

JAX:

At first he doesnt notice that you're copying him and mimicking his behaviors; from badly executed pranks to stamping your foot in mock frustration, you're copying jax down to a T... or at least, as best as you can, given you havent mastered the art of being a prankster asshole. But not to worry, jax is gonna take you under his wing. Double trouble. Chaos². Teaches you how to actually land your pranks. Sometimes uses you as "bait" to lure people in. Menaces...

KINGER:

Kinger is like a mix of caine and ragatha, I think. Kinger gives me dad vibes that I cant white explain, and no it's not just because of his age... said it a few times but he tells embellished stories to you.. noooo cuz imagine if you try to fit into the royal aesthetic with him, be it with you as a prince/princess or as a knight or whatever. I think that would be adorable. Takes you out to hunt for bugs and tucks you in a night with a story

As for how he feels about you looking up to him he would be so so honored, also does the "as a dad" thing like caine

Very silly

ZOOBLE:

I think Zooble would find kids annoying, but they're not going to go out of their way to be mean to a kid. Think tired older sibling with attitude. Now when zooble finds out you look up to them, it gives them pause. Them? I mean it's raretthat they hang out with you one on one, actually it's rare that they hang out with anyone one on one... honestly I think this just feeds the older sibling thing. Probably teaches you some sass as a bonding thing. Not much to be said. Zooble is just not too open to getting close to others <\3

"Haha someones getting chased...Wait that's my kid!!!" When you get caught up in something in a IHA, attempts to rescue you

GANGLE:

She finds out when you two are drawing together! Kids like art, right? If not she had the stuff to do arts and crafts! Imagine she finds out because you make a drawing of her, with it labeling her as the best. Oh this poor girl her little heart, shes crying! Not sad tears, dont worry, she just finds it adorable is all! Though I dont think the dynamic between you two would change much

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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derpydoteddrake · 2 months ago

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Why s2 will set viktor up as the future main antagonists for piltover and zaun after arcane.

(this is less of a thematic analysis and more of a meta one about the marketing and worldbuilding they did so far and probably do in the future. no le*ks)

First, let's ask the question, why is arcane canon? yes money but beyond that looking at where s1 left the characters off, it was quite oblivious if they only wanted 1 more season (which they said even after s1 came out), they can not finish every ones story properly.

They got to pick between letting it stay unfinished, more seasons, or making it canon so they can get back to it later.

And we know which they picked.

They wanted to use their popular show to function as an entry point for this universe/brand.

And this is the second important question to note: what's arcanes purpose?

Yes to be a good show, but let's not be naive, they want to sell you their universe, they want you to play the games and watch the shows and read their books.

So s2 will end with a hook. The storie of the 2 sisters may be over for now, but they want u to come back, so some tangible conflict for the future will be set up.

And we know that they already using arcane to set up future major players in the universe.

But then why cant ambessa fill that role for the future? they pushing her so hard.

Well, the book summary kinda gives it away.

After arcane she wont gonna stay as key player in pnz, she will be a key player in noxus, as an adversary for swain.

So who or what could work as setted up future antagonist, someone who commands enough power to be a real threat for the cities?

Silco - is dead

Warwick - dangerous but couldn't bend an entire city

Singed - he doesn't organise people in a way that would be a problem

Jinx - by the end of the show her story is probably finished for a while

Ambessa - the conflict with her is also finished for at least while

other then them pnz had prominent antagonists before like Renata Urgot or Camille, but with the rewrites they not only exist in a limbo, but if they goal with arcane is to bring in new fans, they would use an existing character in the show to fill that role.

and even though I think noxus will be presented as a continuous threat, (even in the previous lore it said noxus wanted to take over piltover and it even had a strong relationship with zaun but) the main one will be something else to switch things up.

So we are left with one glorious man who is the best candidate for the job.

Not only it wouldn't make sense for his story to conclude yet since even in s1 it was oblivious his story is only beginning, but it would make a lot of sense if they spend the series setting up the next big villain, in a way casual watchers didn't even realize.

It looks like they going strong with the cultist angel which means:

he has a considerable amount of manpower he can command

by himself he is capable of magic

and it is very likely when he changes people's bodies he will have some control over them.

Which means he will most likely end up in the perfect position to take over this role, the marketing and release dates also seems to be align with this.

First they teased the main villain for the series with her release to properly build up hype.

But I suspect when the show kicks into full gear they will switch their markething around and promote the 3 main women and thats when most likely they legendaries drop.

legends of runaterra pretty much confirmed this. They using Ambessa to promote the beginning of the series release (prologue), we have a middle that will most likely feature most prominently jinx, vi and caitlin, and then an epilogue that sets up future things.

The same way they wanted to drop Ambessa everywhere in a relatively short time frame, we could expect the same treatment for the Viktor vgu next month, which would align with the epilogue celebration in december.

Which will most likely feature jayce and viktor. Not only they have been absent from the promotion so far, they will both receive confirmed legendaries, and the hex cores present is continuously alluded to in marketing.

I believe this indicates that they have big plans for them, and in a way that will be a surprise for both newcomers and old fans, this is why they are so secretive about them.

And thats because the 3. act and the epilogue of arcane will set viktor up as the next main antagonist of pnz.

#arcane #arcane season 2 #viktor #jayce #league of legends #derpythoughts #arcane theory #arcane meta

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ragecndybars · 2 years ago

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Persona 3 Characters Ranked By How Good of Hugs They Give

kotone/hamuko/minako. best hugger in sees. she's a hashtag empath, so she always knows when you need a hug, too. will tug your head down to rest on her shoulder and start rubbing your back and everything. the technique? perfect. 10/10 no notes.

shinjiro. he's a lot less likely to hug anyone but aki, but when he does, it's big ol bear hug and he's not letting go until they feel better, period. he feels slightly awkward about it, but once he's holding on, he's committed. he's got that weighted blanket swag. (he doesn't smell the best though which holds him back from first place)

ryoji. hug will be a bit awkward at first but then he'll find his stride and suddenly he's a good hugger for all the same reasons as kotone. he had to get it from somewhere, after all. loses some points because he can be a little overly familiar, so he might employ back-rubbing in situations where it's unneeded.

fuuka. she's a little shy and less likely to hug, but if she does, she'll do it with all her heart!! a very gentle hugger who will try to console you as you're hugging. she might also start crying if things get emotional tbh but she won't get your shirt too wet. she also isn't likely to let go until you're smiling again.

aigis. she may be made of metal but i think we know from the ending of the game that she will cradle her loved ones so gently and with all the love and protection in her whole body <3 probably hugs a little tentatively because she doesn't want to crush the recipient of her hug. she's surprisingly warm, not cold, and her arms are less rigid than you would think.

i HAD to put koromaru this low because he technically can't hug you. but you can hug HIM and he is soft and warm and loves you so much.

yukari. she has good hugging technique, like fuuka's, but she's much more hesitant to actually hug and is more likely to pull away prematurely because she suddenly gets bashful. if someone else hugs her, she might even freeze up rather than hugging back, even if she wants to. her mind is racing with other thoughts as they hug, which makes her hug a little awkward and distracted.

theodore. gives an excellent gentle hug but he has no idea what to do next. he'll just stand there totally still indefinitely, and you have to kick him to get him to let you go.

elizabeth. hugs very enthusiastically but she will be saying some weird eccentric shit into your ear while you're trying to enjoy the hug. you could be on the verge of tears and she'd be like "oh my, is this what you humans call a 'bear hug'? should i summon a bear persona? ohohoho."

akihiko. he will hug with reckless abandon, but he is very awkward about it and hugs way too tight. like, a firm hug is nice and all, but akihiko please i cant breathe you'rE CRUSHING ME AKIHIKO--COUGH COUGH HACK--

minato/makoto. very stiff and wooden while he hugs you, so the hugging technique itself is pretty poor, but he has good awareness of when a hug is and isn't necessary and knows exactly when to squeeze a little and pull back. a quiet, slightly awkward hug.

ken. would be higher up on this list if he could just accept that he is Small but whenever he hugs someone he has to attempt to hug them in a Big Boy way which means he'll be trying to pull you down so he can hug you from "above", like with your head on his shoulder, and your back is gonna hurt like hell afterwards because he is just way too short.

junpei. gets self conscious and jerks away in the middle of a hug, just like yukari, but his technique is also awkward and wooden like minato, and if he's emotional enough to hug without feeling awkward then he'll be squeezing too tight like akihiko. worst of all worlds.

mitsuru. oh god. you're hugging her. why are you hugging her. what does she do with her arms. where should her face be. oh my god you're still holding on. are you saying something? she is not listening. she is too busy standing completely still like you're a t-rex whose vision is based on movement and if she just stays perfectly still you'll forget she's there and wander off.

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as much as im annoyed by the potential implications of the mhj/hybe drama i do feel like theres way too much speculation rn ... rlly doesn't sit so well with me that everyone is bashing on mhj alone (im not supporting her either though) and not bang sihyuk too. some hybe stans rlly js worship the guy and idk why . its not like he's innocent too. like those texts from him are so annoying too. abt if she's satisfied that nwjns is so popular and also abt trying to rival aespa / bp alone ...

hybe has sm power and r known for their mediaplay so i rlly do wish people would keep that in mind instead of doing their own speculation to bash on mhj . we don't know fs if she's the reason behind seunghan, youngseo, etc .... it seems so forced that everyone just collectively is making stuff up on their own theories and pissing on her. like im all for it when everything's done with but it's giving misogyny to me ughhh idk how to explain it eitherr without sounding like a mhj stan I PROMISE IM NOT TAKING HER SIDE T_T i just cant help but feel like poeple find it easier to hate and bash on women sometimes. even me scrolling x nowadays feels so annoying. literally feel so bad for illit and nwjns rn.

personally i was a teeny annoyed that illit had a similar image to nwjns w their nostalgia/coquettecore (also though just seems like cute/youthful concept is making a cb in general in kpop) but only because their songs on super real me were the exact type of songs i liked most from nwjns (super shy, hurt etc. the softer less peppy songs compared to hybe boy) so it bothered me that there was an implication that nwjns might be forced to distance itself to a more differing concept to keep some contrast btwn the two ... but ik that's not illit's fault at all (literally love the girls sm im a runext fan ^^) i feel like i can understand the upset that illit was getting a similar concept when every other grp before illit in hybe had more defined concepts seperating each other. but once again that's all hybe's doing ...... seeing the choreographers supporting mhj too makes it seem like not even the nwjns team or even all the staff were on board with the references in the choreo either...

anyways i do hope this controversy doesnt impede on either grps promos :( and i rlly hope everything gets sorted out... im srsly hoping this doesnt turn into a 5050 situtation again but with nwjns i was so upset when that happened . was curious on what your thoughts were or if u were keeping up with everything?

the way im coming back to reply to this first thing after my exams is insane, but this nwjns thing makes me so angry for all the idols under hybe. both parties j cares sm ab money that they're blindsided by the potential of ruining their idols careers, mental health and images. mhj is being stupid and hybe does seem to be doing anything to protect nwjns (as far as we know. i could be wrong).

(yawl, jsyk i obv dont have ALL the information. from what ive seen online and the articles ive read, this is what I THINK. ME. youre free to think smthn else, whether i agree or not.)

i def thing that bang hyung sik (bhs) isn't innocent either. although min heejin (mhj), in my opinion, is more in the wrong j based on the treatment of other idols, bhs seemed to provoke her, and on top of that, the company seems to blindly support ppl and give them a platform so long as they make profit for the company. ive been seeing a lot of ppl saying hes j human but youd think theres a reason why mhj got kicked from sm, yk? and you j took her back in w open arms.

hybe is v good at media play fs. its their forte, and ppl seemed to stray from the from the main problem. mhj is using nwjns as a weapon. hybe probably is doing the same thing w their other groups too, dont get me wrong. ppl seem to forget that this entire issue isnt "drama", its a legal battle ensuing between a huge corporation and its subsidiary. hybe has infinite power compared to ador. its horrible on both ends.

the thing is tho, mhj has consistently been showing the public red flags. the lyrics of 'cookie (ik she didnt write the lyrics but shes the ceo. she got them approved)', the portraits gifted to her of naked underaged girls, her obsession w olivia hussey (who happens to look like minji), her treatment of sm employees, her past work w shinee (sexualization of underaged taemin), etc. not to mention her extremely (at least in my eyes) inappropriate relationship w nwjns. the gifts shes gotten them and how she uses their emotions as a weapon. if bhs did that, everyone would be up in arms.

i dont think (for the most part) this is misogyny. i think ppl alw had a weird feeling about her. at least i did.

idt its good to speculate on ppls departure tho. youre def right ab that. the lsfm hate train (esp the coachella one) most likely has nothing to do w mhj. and i do agree that hybe copied or was at least inspired by nwjns, but idt illit copied them. illit and nwjns have a very 'pinkpantheress' sound, the uk early 00's bedroom pop genre. however, nwjns is more y2k and illit is more dream-like, ykwim? hybe was def inspired by nwjns tho. i think a more fitting one would be tws tbh. their sound is v similar to me (emphasis on to me) than illit.

dont get me wrong, it's incredibly shady and the way that a lot of staff are on her side makes me think that hybe was leeching off of the success of nwjns. it referenced all girl groups under hybe tho, lsfm and fromis, but there was def more nwjns references.

what im worried ab the most are the groups, esp nwjns. lsfm has been going thru their own struggles and rn this isnt the best for them, but theyre not extremely involved in the situation, not like nwjns and illit. illit, from what ive seen, has majority of the success and recognition from overseas. however, their success in korea'll take a huge hit. itll def take a toll on the girls mental, considering they j debuted and this happened.

nwjns is the worst off. theres a chance they might leave w mhj if ador does pull away from hybe, which isnt in the groups best interest. mhj's press conference and overall attitude is gonna affect their upcoming release fs, and their proximity to mhj herself is worrisome.

hybe doesnt seem to be doing shit to protect their artists, they're j protecting their name. theres no statement on or for illit, no statement on malicious comments for any of the groups (that i know of).

tldr: min heejin and hybe are both at fault. dont take sides of either, take the side of the idols.

sorry, im j so passionate ab this. the shit ive been seeing online has been making me mad. after getting back from the lsfm hate train too... as mad as i am at mhj, hybe GAVE her that platform. if the things they claim is true, and if the speculation is true, they alr knew from her past employment that she was shady. its their fault for allowing that.

#—silan replies;#j a little rant :)

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hayleythecannibal · 2 years ago

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Twisted Minds: Chapter Three Potage TW: Crime scenes, Yelling, Blood, Gore, PTSD Warning this is Fem!reader. You can also find this on Wattpad and A03 @HayleyMarieOfficial. Comment if you want to be added to the taglist. Taglist: @punkin-time

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - PATIO - EARLY MORNING -

WILL GRAHAM steps out onto his porch in boxers and a t-shirt, hair tussled from recently getting out of bed. He's followed by his PACK OF DOGS. The pooches bound down the stairs toward the driveway and Will suddenly realizes he's not alone. Dr. Y/N L/N stepping out of her car to greet the dogs as they return the favor. She smiles at Will. "Morning." I say smiling happily at Will "I didn't hear you drive up." Will says looking me up and down and then at my car "Hybrid. Good car for stalking." I say smirking, bending down to pet his dogs, "I'm compelled to go cover myself." Will says with a slight blush on his face, i chuckle "I have brothers." i say laughing with a smile "I'll put on a robe just the same. Do you want a cup of coffee? And more immediately why are you here?" Will says walking towards his front door, I follow "Yes. And Abigail Hobbs woke up." i say smiling , Will stops in his tracks. "You know how to bury the lead." he says turning towards me. "Want me to get you a cup of coffee?" I smirk walking towards him, "No, I want to get my coat." He says turning towards his door "Let's have a cup of coffee." i chuckle.

Will and Y/N sit in his kitchen sipping coffee as Will's PHONE RINGS and RINGS and RINGS and RINGS and finally stops. "Is he going to keep calling?" Will says rolling his eyes, "Jack wants us to go see her." I say grabbing his hand in a comforting way "And you don't." He says, i shake my head "Eventually." i say, Will smiles at her bulldoggishness in his defense."I don't want to get in the middle of you and Jack, but if I can be helpful to you as a buffer..." I say kindly and gazing fondly at Will, "I like you as a buffer. I also like the way you rattle Jack. He respects you too much to yell at you no matter how much he wants to." Will chuckles, I laugh with him. "And I take advantage of that." I smirk, Will turns the subject back to what he's most concerned with. "Abigail Hobbs doesn't have anyone." Will says taking a sip of his coffee,"We can't be her everyone. No matter how much we want to. When i said what I was going to say in my head, it sounded insulting." I say leaning forward towards the Visibly Anxious man. He leans forward too, "Say it the insulting way." He says looking me in my eyes, "Dogs keep a promise a person can't." I say lowering my head , "I'm not collecting another stray." Will says seriously i nod my head, "The first person Abigail talks to about what happened can't be anyone who was there when it happened. That means no Dr. Lecter, or Me either." I say sadly because even though I would love to see Abigail right now, its not safe for her mental health yet."Much less the guy who killed Dad. Jacks wrong about Abigail." Will says grabbing my hand and squeezing, " I know he is But Let Alana reach out to her, her own way." I say squeezing his hand back and looking in his eyes with what seems to be adoration? No Y/N! You cant do this again! Remember what happened last time!

PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL - ABIGAIL HOBBS' ROOM - DAY -

ALANA BLOOM waddles down the corridor, struggling to hold onto the SEVERAL SHOPPING BAGS she's carrying. Alana ENTERS as quietly as possible, given the circumstances, to find ABIGAIL HOBBS sitting up in bed, reading a book, exhausted, vacant, looking like she just woke up from a coma. "Hi. I'm Alana Bloom." Alana says as she unloads the shopping bags on the couch. "Are you a doctor?" Abigail asks looking over at Alana in curiosity "Not medicine. I'm a psychiatrist." Alana says as she grabs a chair to place at Abigail's bedside and sit. "What do you specialize in?" Abigail asks while flipping a page in her book, "Among other things, family trauma." Alana says as she sits down, she feels sympathy for the girl. "I asked the nurses if my parents were dead and they wouldn't tell me. Said I had to wait for you." Abigail says as she looks Alana in the eyes, Alana sits on the edge of Abigail's bed. "I'm sorry you had to wait." Alana says sincerely, and with kindness in her eyes and tone. "I know they're dead." Abigail says with emotion in her eyes, Alana studies her and the strange admission. Abigail's chin crumples with emotion but she fights it.

"Who buried them?" Abigail asks looking back down at her book, "They haven't been buried." Alana says causing Abigail to look up abruptly "Don't you think they should be?" Abigail questions, "Your mother was cremated per the instructions in her living will. Your father is more complicated." Alana says quietly not wanting to lie to the poor girl, "Because he was crazy" Abigail says softly, "Nurses said you didn't remember." Alana points out "I remember. I just didn't want to talk about it with them. Is this your book?" Abigail asks holding up the book, Alana shakes her head. "Y/N was reading it to you. She's also a psychiatrist but she also works for the F.B.I" Alana says, "I started turning pages. Felt like I read it before. I remember Her voice and dreaming about peacocks. Aren't they really stupid birds?" Abigail asks tilting her head, "Yes." Alana laughs, "I want to sell the house. I guess it's mine now. I can use the money for college, get an apartment." says Abigail as Alana studies Abigail and her surprising practicality. "What're all those?" Abigail asks refering to the shopping bags "Me and Y/N went shopping. Brought you some clothes. Thought a change would feel good. we guessed your size. Anything you don't want keep the tags on. I'll return it. And I brought you some music, too." Alana says while smiling fondly at the girl.

"Your music?" Abigail asks furrowing her brows, "If there isn't anything you like, I got a stack of iTunes gift cards. I've got a stack of gift cards. I don't do well redeeming gift cards." Alana says looking down smiling, "Probably says something about you." Abigail smirks, "Probably does." Alana smiles studying the girl.

B.A.U. - JACK CRAWFORD'S OFFICE - DAY -

Alana Bloom, Hannibal, and Y/N sit across from Jack Crawford. "I have 7 families waiting, let me rephrase, demanding that we find whatever's left of their daughters. Abigail Hobbs is the only person I can ask who might know the truth." Jack says looking at all three of us. I shake my head "You can't ask her right now Jack. We have to create a safe place for her first or you won't get any answers." I say raising my eyebrows, "I respect your sympathy for her, Doctor L/N. One day I hope you'll appreciate my lack of it." Jack says slightly glaring, "You really think Abigail helped her father kill those girls?" Alana says almost sadly, "It is one possibility that needs to be ruled out. If she didn't help her father, she may know who did." Jack says poking his desk with every word, "How was Abigail? When you saw her?" Hannibal asks speaking up, i nod agreeing "Surprisingly practical." Alana points out tilting her head "Suspiciously practical?" Jack asks taking a gulp of his coffee. "I would suggest she can be practical without being a murderer." I say rolling my eyes at Jacks suggestion. "I think she's hiding something." Alana says, "It may simply be her trauma." Hannibal suggests looking over at Alana, "Yes. Could also be more. She has a penchant for manipulation, withheld information to gain information. She demonstrated only enough emotions to prove she had them." Alana relays what she observed to us "

"Appreciating my lack of sympathy?" Jack says looking over at me, "You said it may be more than trauma yet you question her involvement in the murders her father committed." Hannibal says Looking over at Alana once again, "What I'm questioning is her state of mind." Alana says looking at Jack. "I want You and Will Graham to talk to her." Jack says looking at me I shake my head but before i can say the words Alana beats me to it "Jack. Not yet." She says and I agree, "Doctor Bloom, you're not Will's and Y/N's psychiatrist. Doctor Lecter is." Jack says Glaring at Alana, but hey what is that supposed to mean. "

F.B.I. ACADEMY - LECTURE HALL - DAY

"Garret Jacob Hobbs or the 'Minnesota Shrike' abducted and murdered eight girls over an eight month period. They each had the same hair color. Same eye color." Will Graham says as he stands in front of his classroom. "Same age, same height, same weight as his daughter Abigail. But there was a ninth victim who fit Abigail Hobbs' profile but Garret Jacob Hobbs didn't murder her." Will continues CLICK. A PICTURE OF CASSIE BOYLE, impaled on the antlers of a severed stag head, her death a grotesque work of art. "The killer who did wanted us to know he wasn't the 'Minnesota Shrike'. He was better than that. He is an intelligent psychopath. He is a sadist. He will never kill like this again. So how do we catch him?" Jack Crawford, Hannibal, and Y/N enter, the reflective light of the projection screen bounces off their faces. In hushed tones:"Giving a lecture on Hobbs' Copy Cat?"Hannibal asks watching Will closely as he lectures "We need every good mind on this we can get." Jack responds quietly as Me and Hannibal observe Will."This Copy Cat is an avid reader of Freddie Lounds and TattleCrime.com. He had intimate knowledge of Garret Jacob Hobbs' murders. Motives, patterns. Enough to recreate them and arguably elevate them. To art."

CLICK. A PICTURE OF ABIGAIL and GARRET JACOB HOBBS in happier times on a hunting expedition."How intimately did he know Garret Jacob Hobbs? Did he appreciate him from afar, or did he engage him? Did he ingratiate himself into Hobbs' life? Did Hobbs know his Copy Cat as he knew him?" CLICK. A PICTURE OF LOUISE HOBBS, her throat sliced open, lying in a dark pool of her own blood."Before Garret Jacob Hobbs murdered his wife and attempted to do the same to his daughter, he received an untraceable call, re-routed through a swatting service." CLICK. A PICTURE OF GARRET JACOB HOBBS, bloodied and filled with bullets, slumped dead in the corner of his kitchen."I believe the as-yet unidentified caller was our Copy Cat Killer." Will says as he spots us.

PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL - ABIGAIL HOBBS' ROOM - DAY -

Abigail sits upright in bed, senses on alert. "So you're not a doctor or a nurse or a psychiatrist?" Abigail asks confused as to why this woman was here. Freddie Lounds standing across from her."I'm a journalist. I want to tell the truth. Your truth. Sometimes that involves some deception. But know this, I will never lie to you." Freddie says half lying half telling the truth, "sounds like what a liar would say." Abigail retorts cleverly. "You have every right not to trust me, but in time, Abigail, I hope you let me prove that you can. If you tell me what you know, I can help you fill in the blanks." Freddie says almost sincerely, "How about you tell me what you know." Abigail says as she eyes the woman mistrustfully, "Your dad was the Minnesota Shrike. Your mother wasn't the first person your father killed. He killed 8 girls. 8 girls that look --" Freddie says as she sighs "Just like me." Abigail cuts her off, "Yes." Freddie says quietly, Abigail reels from the larger meaning of that. "Why did they call him the Shrike?" Abigail asks looking at Freddie breathing a little heavier than before and with almost tears in her eyes. "It's a bird that impales its prey, harvests its organs to eat later." Freddie explains softly "He was very sick." Freddie continues off of Abigails silence, "Does that mean I'm sick, too?" Abigail asks tears brimming her eyes, "You'll be fighting that perception. Perception is the most important thing in your life right now." Freddie says as she sits down on Abigail's bed, "I don't care what anyone thinks." Abigail says shaking her head.

"You better start caring, Abigail. What you remember, what you tell everyone, is going to define the rest of your life. Let me help you." Freddie says seriously and leaning forward towards Abigail. Abigail takes a Deep breath"How did they catch him?" Abigail asks shakily "A man named Will Graham and A doctor by the name Y/N L/N. They work for the FBI. They catch insane men because they can think like them. Because They are insane." Freddie says as

Will Graham, Hannibal and Y/N enter the room and hear the last sentence she says."Would you excuse us please?" Will says glaring, and i can't help but glare at her too, How dare she say we are insane?!?!, "I'm Special Agent Will Graham. And this is Special Agent Dr. Y/N L/N." Will introduces us to Abigail, I look at her smiling kindly. As Freddie is escorted to the door:"By Special Agent, he means not really an Agent. He didn't get past the screening process. Too unstable." Freddie shoots towards Will, I frown at her comment, "I really must insist you leave the room." Hannibal says taking A step towards Freddie, Before leaving, Freddie offers Abigail a business card. "If you want to talk --" I snatch the card without saying a word. Freddie doesn't offer any more resistance as the Orderlies escort her out. "Abigail, this is Doctor Lecter... Do you remember us?" I ask softly and kindly. "I remember you. You killed my dad." Abigail says looking at Will, That hangs there a moment, a weighted memory, then: "You've been in a bed for 3 weeks, Abigail. Why don't we have a walk?" Hannibal offers trying to ease the tension in the room.

PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL - GARDENS - DAY -

Abigail walks weak-legged, supported by Hannibal and Will. "I'm sorry we couldn't save your mother. We did everything we could, but she was already gone." I say sincerely truly wishing i could've saved Abigail's Mom, Tears sting Abigail's eyes, threatening to spill, but don't. "I know. I saw him kill her." Abigail admits, "Didn't seem real. He was loving right up until the second he wasn't. He kept telling me he was sorry and to just hold still. He was going to make it all go away."Abigail says looking at me and Hannibal as Will helps her sit on a bench. "There was plenty wrong with your father, Abigail, but there's nothing wrong with you. You said he was loving. I believe it. That's what you brought out in him." Will says looking at the girl with nothing but care. "it's not all I brought out in him. I'm going to be messed up, aren't I? I'm worried about nightmares." Abigail says as a stray hair falls in her face "We'll help you with the nightmares." Hannibal says nicely as i smile sweetly at her "There's no such thing as getting used to what you experienced. It bothers me a lot. I can only imagine how it bothers you when I see it over and over in my mind. I worry about nightmares, too." I say softly sitting down beside her and brush a stray hair out of her face like a mother would. "Do you have nightmares about killing my dad?" Abigail asks Will softly, Will nods "Sometimes it's hard for me to dream about much else." Will admits as he sits down next to me and Abigail, I grab his hand and squeeze as a source of comfort.

"So, Killing somebody, even if you have to do it, it feels that bad?" Abigail asks Will, He looks down "Ugliest thing in the world." Will says as Hannibal and I eye Will, knowing he's not telling the whole truth. Abigail takes Will's words in for a brief moment, then: "I want to go home." Abigail says her voice slightly cracking

PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL - PARKING LOT - DAY -

Freddie Lounds leans on the hood of Hannibal's midnight blue Bentley, waiting. She spots Hannibal, Will, and Caroline as they approach and quickly stands, almost respectfully. "Special Agent Graham And L/N, I never formally introduced myself. I'm Freddie Lounds." Freddie says as she out reaches her hand for us to shake. "Trying to salvage this joke from the mouth of madness?" I say venom lacing my voice as i glare at the red-headed woman "Please. Let me apologize for my behavior in there. It was sloppy and misguided. And hurtful." She says trying to sound sincere but we all know she isnt. "Miss Lounds, now is not the time."Hannibal says trying to diffuse the situation. "Look, you and I may have our own reasons for being here, but I also think we both genuinely care what happens to Abigail Hobbs." Freddie says a little bit apologetic but not enough for me to care. "You told her we were insane." I glare

"I can un-do that." Freddie says, Will shakes his head "You help Abigail see me as more than her father's killer and I help you with online ad sales?"Will says Glaring at her"I can un-do what I said. But I can also make it a lot worse." Freddie says in a almost threatening tone "Miss Lounds, it's not very smart to piss off a guy who thinks about killing people for a living.", Will threatens back, i look at him with Wide eyes and Hannibal sighs at Will's unfortunate choice of words.

B.A.U. - JACK CRAWFORD'S OFFICE - NEXT DAY -

Jack sits behind his desk reading off his computer screen:""It's not very smart to piss off a guy who thinks about killing people for a living". Know what else isn't very smart?" He addresses silent Will sitting across from him. Hannibal, Alana, and L/N sit on either side of Will , mutually concerned. "You Two were there with him and you let those words come out of his mouth." He says angrily towards Me and Hannibal. "I trust Will to speak for himself." Hanibal replies calmly, "Evidently, you shouldn't." Jack says with venom, and i duck my head as a trauma response, Hannibal notices. "I'm just happy the story wasn't about Abigail Hobbs." Alana Says with relief. "Well Then it's a victory. So Abigail Hobbs wants to go home. Let's take Abigail Hobbs home." Jack suggests, My head shoots up shaking vigourously "What Abigail wants and what she needs are two different things. Taking her out of a controlled environment would be reckless." I say almost yelling "Alana said she was practical." Jack replies Looking at me with a hard glare, "That could just mean she has a dissociative disorder." Will suggests putting in his thoughts "You take her home, she may experience intense emotions, respond aggressively. Or reenact some aspect of the traumatic event without even realizing it." Alana says agreeing with me on this. "Doctor Lecter?" Jack asks looking at Hannibal, "Doctor Bloom and Doctor L/N are right, but there is a scenario where revisiting the trauma event could help Abigail heal and actually prevent denial." Hannibal says making my head lower once again. "We have a difference of opinion, therefore I'm choosing the opinion that best serves my agenda.I need to know if Will's right about our Copy Cat."Jack says disregarding what me and Alana are saying. "We have no way of knowing what's waiting for her when she goes home." I say as i look back up my gaze hardening

HOBBS RESIDENCE - NEXT DAY -

As Will, Hannibal, Y/N, and Alana look on, Abigail stares at the faded rust-colored stain on the front step, where her mother died, her eyes brimming with tears but not overflowing. "I was sort of expecting a body outline in chalk or tape." Abigail says still staring at the concrete "They only do that if you're still alive and taken to the hospital before they finish the crime scene." Will explains, Those words wash over Abigail, she's barely aware of them.

"Goodbye, mom." Abigail Whispers I look at her sadly.

HOBBS RESIDENCE - FOYER - DAY -

The DOOR OPENS in the darkened space. Alana, Abigail, and Y/N enter, Hannibal and Will float closely behind. Abigail lingers in the doorway. The room is more or less scrubbed, thoroughly gone over by cleaners. "If you ever want to go, you just have to say so and we will go." I reassure her, "Go where? Back to the hospital?" Abigail says as she looks back at us "For now." Alana responds, Alana and Hannibal hang back and allow Will and Y/N to follow Abigail into the kitchen. She notices all the family pictures on the refrigerator have been turned around. "They turned all the pictures over." Abigail says sadly, "Crime scene cleaners will do that." Alana says as She glances at the clean table and the linoleum floor. "They did a really good job. Is that where all my blood was?" Abigail asks and me and Wills heads turn to her, "Yes." i say haunted by the memory, Abigail wraps her head around that. You do this all the time? Go places and think about killing?" Abigail asks both me and Will, I nod "Too often." Will answers and i nod agreeing, "So you pretended to be my dad?" Abigail asks us, I look over at Will then back at her "And people like your dad." I say softly, "What did that feel like? To be him?" Abigail asks curiously, I look down wanting Will to answer this, and he does. "If feels like I'm talking to his shadow suspended on dust." Will says and i can't help but think he couldn't've described it better. Alana studies Will and Y/N, realizing how difficult this is for them. "No wonder you have nightmares." Abigail says looking at Us with wide eyes.

"The attacks on you and your mother, they were different. Desperate. Your dad knew he was out of time. Someone told him we were coming."I tell her, Will nodding in agreement "The man on the phone?"Abigail asks i nod "It was a blocked call. Did you recognize his voice?" Will asks her gently, "I had never heard it before." Abigail responds giving A small, almost imperceptible glance at Hannibal. "Was there anybody new in your father's life. Someone you met or someone he talked about." Alana asks Abigail, and Abigail shakes her head 'no'. "He may have been contacted by another serial killer, a copy cat." I say in a gentle yet serious tone. "Someone who's still out there?" Abigail asks slightly scared, I look at her with sympathy "Yes." Will responds with a sad ish tone and Abigail realizes her nightmare isn't over...

"Can you catch somebody's crazy?" Abigail asks as we go through the boxes in her living room. "Folie a deux." Alana Responds i nod, Abigail looks at us confused. "What?" Abigail asks confused, "It's A French psychiatric term. "Madness shared by two."" I continue for Alana "One can not be delusional if the belief in question is accepted as ordinary by others in that person's culture or subculture. Or family." Hannibal says coming into the room and setting down another box."My dad didn't seem delusional. He was a perfectionist" Abigail says looking at a family photo, "Your dad left almost no evidence." Will says sitting next to me and Abigail, "Is that why you let me come home? To find evidence?" Abigail asks in a panicky tone, "It was one of many considerations." Hannibal says honestly, "Are we going to re-enact the crime? You be my dad. You be my mom. And you be the man on the phone." Abigail says pointing to me and Will as her parents and Hannibal as the man on the phone. Uncharacteristically, Hannibal is caught off guard by that. More so by Abigail's steely nonchalant stare that followed. "We wanted you to come home to help you leave home behind." Alana says as i rub the girls back comfortingly. "You're not going to find any of those girls, you know." Abigail says with a numb look on her face

"Why do you say that?" Will asks as i pick apart everything about her with my mind, her behavior, her thinking, even her emotions. "He'd honor every part of them. Made plumbers putty out of elk bones. Whatever bones were left of those girls is probably holding pipes together." Abigail responds numbly, i tilt my head, she's disassociating. "Where did he make this putty?" Hannibal asks looking at us "At the cabin. I can show you tomorrow." Abigail says to us "Abigail... there's someone here." I say looking towards the archway, Abigail finds Marissa standing behind her. "Hey, Abigail." the girl smiles sympathetically.

HOBBS RESIDENCE - BACKYARD - STREAM - DAY -

Marissa throws another rock, striking Nick across his forehead, leaving a small gash. He stumbles, briefly silenced. When he looks up, clutching his bloody head wound, his looks right at Marissa, murder in his eyes......then he reacts and quickly turns and RUNS. Marissa and Abigail turn to see Will, Hannibal, and Y/N approaching from around the house. Alana and Marissa's Mother follow immediately behind. Abigail turns, but Nick is already gone. "He said he was Somebody's brother." Abigail says out of breath and a fearful look on her face. "Marissa. Come home." Marissa's mother says angrily as Hannibal studies Marissa's rude behavior as she snaps at her mother: "Stop being such a bitch. See you later." Marissa says angrily.

HOBBS RESIDENCE - ACROSS THE STREAM - MOMENTS LATER -

Hannibal and Will stomp through the forest While Y/N stays behind with Abigail, returning from looking for Nick Boyle. "He's gone." Will says looking around the forest, Hannibal's eyes fall to a bloodied rock on the embankment near the stream. As he turns to meet Will, his foot inconspicuously kicks a few dead leaves to cover the stone."You've never seen him before?" Will asks eyeing Abigail in my motherly embrace. "No. Have you?" Abigail asks turning to look at Will, Will shakes his head "no.", "We should report this, yes?" Hannibal asks i nod my head "Yes." I say quietly.

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - DAY - DREAMSCAPE -

Will stands outside his home, an eerie moment of silence, his CIRCULATORY SYSTEM humming in his ear, then a subtle crunching of grass indicates Will is not alone. He glances over to see...A BLACK STAG It walks quietly through the meadow toward Will, who holds his breath, taking in the surreal vision of this beast. The BLACK STAG stops and watches Will. He is now holding ABIGAIL HOBBS with a knife to her throat. "I'm sorry, Abigail. Please just hold still. Please. I'm going to make it all go away." Will stares at the BEAST, then cuts Abigail's throat. ARTERIAL SPRAY peppers the grass in large drops. A horrible TONE pierces the air as the BLACK STAG BOLTS. He startles awake in his bed at the abrasive drone of the ALARM CLOCK, drenched with sweat.

MOTEL ROOM - DAY -

Will peels off his wet t-shirt and shuffles to the curtains To let a blast of DAYLIGHT into the darkened room.

RUSTIC HUNTING CABIN - DAY -

Two local police cars lead Hannibal's expensive RENTAL CAR down the driveway as they pull in front of the cabin. Once again, all four doors open and Hannibal, Will, Alana, Y/N and Abigail step out of the car, taking in the cabin. A local detective and Two police officers remove the crime scene tape obstructing the door and allow Hannibal, Will, Alana, Y/N and Abigail to enter. They wait respectfully outside. The door opens and Abigail steps inside as Will wads up the crime scene tape in a loose ball and tosses it aside. "He cleaned everything. He said he was afraid of germs but I guess he was just afraid of getting caught." Abigail says looking around, "No one else ever came up here with your dad? Except you?" I ask gently not wanting her to emotionally or mentally exert herself. She shakes her head "He made everything by himself. glue, butter. He sold the pelts on ebay or in town. He made pillows. Carved knives out of leg bones. No parts went to waste. Otherwise it was murder. He Was feeding them to us, wasn't he?" Abigail asks in a sad tone, i look at her wanting to give her a hug. No one responds immediately, then: "It's very likely." Hannibal states looking at her in a fatherly way, Abigail crosses to the gutting/skinning table. "Before he cut my throat, he told me he killed those girls so he wouldn't have to kill me." Abigail says in a bittersweet/sad tone, "You're not responsible for anything your father did, Abigail." I say in a motherly tone, walking over to her "If he would have just killed me, none of those girls would be dead." she says with tears in her eyes, i grab her arm in a comforting way "We don't know that-" Alana is interupted when PLIP. A single drop of blood falls from the ceiling onto Abigail's cheek. She wipes it off with her fingertip and stares at it a brief moment before glancing up.

RUSTIC HUNTING CABIN - ANTLER ROOM - DAY -

Will, Hannibal and Y/N as they stare at something horrifying. Will speaks to his phone: "I need ERT at the Hobbs Cabin." Will says into his phone as i look at the scene before me A YOUNG WOMAN hangs naked, impaled on a RACK OF ANTLERS. Will and Y/N approach and Will slowly lifts the young woman's head. It's MARISSA. Abigail has climbed the stairs behind Hannibal and Alana. Her eyes go wide, realizing what has happened. Abigail's SCREAMS...

POLICE CARS and POLICE OFFICERS everywhere. Along the cabin, barely staying ahead of a POLICE OFFICER unspooling a temporary barricade of YELLOW POLICE TAPE. Abigail is being comforted by Alana along the edge of the woods as the CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATORS move in and out of the HOBBS CABIN. An F.B.I. S.U.V. barrels down the dirt road. Abigail and Alana watch as JACK CRAWFORD steps out. Will and I are staring at Marissa's naked corpse. Hannibal behind us. Will examines Marissa's swollen lip as Hannibal admires the handiwork of her killer. "Do you think she knew the guy down by the stream?" Will asks us "Somebody's brother?" Hannibal asks curiously.

"Not somebody. She said he asked her if she helped her dad take his sister's lungs while she was alive." I say in a low tone, turning to face Hannibal "The young woman on the stag head." Hannibal says tilting his head at me i nod "Cassie Boyle. She had a brother. Nicholas. But Garret Jacob Hobbs didn't kill Cassie Boyle." Will says he examines Marissa With gloved hands and plastic tools, Will respectfully levers Marissa's jaw wide. Wielding a LED FLASHLIGHT with ALTERNATIVE LIGHT SOURCE, he shines it into Marissa's mouth. "I know. Garret Jacob Hobbs would have honored every part of her." Hannibal says walking towards the body to get a better look. Jack Crawford climbs the stairs, already frustrated. "You bring Abigail Hobbs back to Minnesota to find out if she had anything to do with her father's murders and another girl dies."Jack says spooking me and making me jump at his angry tone. Will tries to ignore Jack's frustrations, pushing forward on the forensic investigation at hand: "scrapped his knuckle on her teeth. There's foreign tissue and what could be trace amounts of blood." Will says causing me and HANNIBAL to look closer at the mouth. "Do you think Abigail Hobbs knew Cassie Boyle? Or Nicholas Boyle?"Jack says walking towards us "No." Will and I both say at the same time, "You Don't think she knows them or you don't want to think she knows them?" Jack says implying something. "She said she didn't know them." Will says clearly getting agitated as well, I ball my hands into fists and Hannibal graces my arm with my hand making my arms relax slightly. "Doctor Bloom says Abigail has a penchant for manipulation. Is she manipulating you, Will, Y/N?" Jack says looking me and Will up and down, it makes my blood boil. "Agent Crawford." Hannibal says in a warning tone, "Look he says they were wrong about Hobbs' Copy Cat. I want to know what else they were wrong about." Jack says in a tone that i don't like.

"Whoever killed the girl in the field, killed this girl. We are right about that. He knew exactly how to mount the body. Wound patterns are almost identical to Cassie Boyle. The same design, same humiliation." I say looking Jack with a defiant look in my eyes, "Abigail Hobbs isn't a killer but she could be the target of one." Hannibal says looking at jack "I think it's time Abigail Hobbs left home for good. Pack up whatever she needs to pack up and get her out of Minnesota. Now." Hannibal, Will, and I turn to leave, then: "Not you, Will. You stay right here." Jack says in a serious tone, "Jack" i say frustrated and confused, he wants Will to stay but not me? "I want you to go with Dr. Lecter, Y/N." Jack says cutting me off, I turn and leave the room following Hannibal.

HOBBS NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT -

The REFLECTION OF POLICE LIGHTS dances across the window Abigail is looking through as Hannibal drives toward Abigail's home, Y/N in the passenger seat and Alana in the back with Abigail. POLICE OFFICERS part and remove orange cones to allow Hannibal to drive into the Hobbs driveway unobstructed, quickly reforming behind Hannibal's rental car to keep the CIRCUS OF REPORTERS and NEWS VANS and LOOKY-LOOS at bay. Abigail, Alana, Y/N and Hannibal get out of the car. Abigail glances back at the CROWD OF REPORTERS and CAMERA MEN.Abigail and her escorts walk toward the Hobbs Residence, while their eyes regard the Police Line. They finally look away just as Marissa's Mother pushes her way through the crowd. A POLICEMAN awkwardly tries to hold her back. Like a paternal shield, Hannibal eases Abigail toward Alana and Y/N and steps to intercept Marissa's Mother. He bars her path, grips her arms, his hands soft but firm.

"Why come back? Why did you come back here? Why did you come back?" The grieving mothere of Marissa sobs. Abigail can't find her words. Marissa's Mother is so wracked with grief she can barely stand. A Policeman arrives behind her as Alana moves in, easing her from Hannibal's hold. Freddie steps out of the shadows near the garage. "Abigail." Shouts Freddie, We look over at her "Miss Lounds, you're on the wrong side of the police line." Hannibal says politely "I've been covering the Minnesota Shrike long before you got involved." Freddie snarls rudely at me and Hannibal she tries to step forward towards Abigail But Hannibal and a Police Officer are already approaching. The Police Officer grabs Freddie by the elbow, ushering her away from the Hobbs House and Abigail. She calls out "I want to help you tell your story. You need me now more than ever." Freddie calls towards Abigail, "I want to talk to her." Abigail says trying to turn "No, you don't. Go inside." Alana says ushering Abigail inside, Abigail reluctantly does as instructed.

Hannibal and I join Freddie's escort across the Police Line. "I'm not the only one lurking about the Hobbs house peeking in windows. They really should monitor those police lines more carefully." Freddie warns, I stop the Officer and turn her around, "Have you seen a young man? Mid- 20s, ginger hair? Un-washed." Hannibal asks tilting his head, "I'll tell you if I saw him if you tell me why it's important." Freddie smirks, i roll my eyes.

HOBBS RESIDENCE - RECREATION ROOM - NIGHT-

Abigail sits on the couch, crying quietly, emotionally exhausted from the horrors of the day. A handmade pillow embroidered across the surface, an image of a DEER walks across a plane, trimmed in pelt. She clutches it to her stomach, needing something to hold. Then it dawns on her. Abigail's hands gnarl as she begins pulling at the fabric of the pillow, digging her fingernails into it. The pillow begins to rip at the seams and Abigail tears it open. She begins to shake before she's removes he pillow's stuffing. WADS and WADS and WADS OF HUMAN HAIR. Abigail's heartbeat POUNDS IN HER EARS, filling her head with a rhythmic, oppressive TONE. She begins to tremble. As Abigail reels from this horror, there's A BLUR OF MOTION unbeknownst to her in front of the sliding glass doors.A slight BREEZE blows through Abigail's hair and SOUND RETURNS TO NORMAL. She looks up to see the sliding glass doors are NOW OPEN. Standing in front of her: NICHOLAS BOYLE.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I got to talk to someone. I didn't kill that girl. I swear I didn't." Nicholas says clearly freaking out, Abigail instinctively goes still. Then BOLTS. Abigail attempts to run. Nick Boyle grabs her, spins her around and forces her against the wall, his hand over her mouth.

"I didn't --" Nicholas yells, Nicholas stiffens suddenly, eyes going wide as Abigail plunges a hunting knife into him at his sternum. She pulls it down, gutting him in one horrible motion. Just like her father showed her. Nick stumbles back, already glassy eyed, and the AWFUL WET SOUND that follows can only be his entrails.

HOBBS RESIDENCE - NIGHT -

Hannibal, Y/N, and Alana return from the MEDIA CIRCUS down the street, crossing the Police Line surrounding the Hobbs house. Alana, Y/N, and Hannibal enter through the front doors, moving toward the kitchen. "Abigail?" Alana calls out but before Alana and Y/N can reach the kitchen, they see a BLOODIED Abigail walking up the stairs, shell-shocked. "Abigail..." I say gently worried if she hurt herself Before Alana and Y/N can get out another word... WHAM. Hannibal palms the side of they're heads from behind, SLAMMING them into the wall in one move. Alana is instantly knocked out falling on the floor, Y/N is also instantly knocked out collapsing into Hannibal's arms as he gently lies her on the ground. Abigail is stunned by Hannibal's sudden brutality More worried about Y/N than Alana but he reassures her: "She'll be alright. Show me what happened." Hannibal reassures Abigail

HOBBS RESIDENCE - RECREATION ROOM -

Hannibal cautiously enters, Abigail behind him, to find the disemboweled corpse of Nick Boyle slumped in the room. Abigail doesn't weep, she doesn't appear victimized and broken. She simply stares, inscrutably. Hannibal squats besides her, putting a steady hand on her shoulder as if to rouse her out of a deep sleep. His voice is gentle, fatherly. "Abigail." Hannibal gently calls out, Abigail is terrified, traumatized by the blood on her hands."He was going to kill me." she whispers clearly traumatized. "Was he? This isn't self-defense, Abigail. You butchered him." Hannibal says looking over the body, "I didn't..." Abigail says shaking her head "They will see what you did and they will see you as an accessory to the crimes of your father." Hannibal tells her seriously "I wasn't." She says still shaking her head, "I can help you, if you ask me to. At great risk to my career and my life. You have a choice. You can tell them you were defending yourself when you gutted this man... or we can hide the body." Hannibal offers Abigail, but her mind is spinning...

HOBBS RESIDENCE - NIGHT -

Alana and Y/N in the back of an AMBULANCE, the side of their heads being bandaged. A worried Will sits on the bench across from Y/N ; Jack Crawford stands just outside the doors. "I don't remember anything. Maybe a blur out of the corner of my eye, then a big, fat cut to black." I say looking at Will then to Jack, "Nicholas Boyle attacked Abigail. You two. Struck Lecter across the back of head with a fireplace poker."Jack states i look up worried "Where is Abigail?" i ask in a worried motherly tone, "Lecter took her back to the hotel." Will says grabbing my hand comfortingly "She Scratched Nicholas Boyle before he ran out the back door. Blood on her hands matches the tissue we pulled from Marissa Schuur's mouth." Jack says calmly, "He got away?" Alana asks Jack looking at him confused "We'll get him one way or another." Jack says looking at us. Frustrated, Will climbs out of the back of the Ambulance. "Where are you going?" Jack asks will confused. "I'm tired, Jack. I want to go home. And I'm taking Y/N with me." Will says standing up and taking me with him..........

WILL GRAHAMS CAR - NIGHT -

I look out of the passenger seat window of Will's car, "Will where are we going?" i ask calmly and quietly looking over at him. "You have a concussion, you shouldn't be alone" Will says briefly looking over at me with what seems like care in his eyes. "you didn't answer my question" i say softly, He chuckles softly smiling "Your gonna stay at my house for tonight, is that okay?" Will asks me gently, i nod "Yea, that's okay." I say smiling.....I rest my head on the passenger side window and Fall asleep.

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - NIGHT - WILL'S POV

We arrive at my house and I look over and see Y/N sleeping I gently smile at her.As I sit in the car for a moment and watch Y/N sleeping peacefully, I feel a deep sense of caring and protectiveness towards her. I feel a sense of responsibility for her, and I feel a deep desire to keep her safe and to make sure that she is okay and that she is happy. I feel my heart aching for her and longing for her presence. I reach over and unbuckle her seat belt gently and turn off my car. I open my door and close it gently as to not disturb her sleep, and I go over to the passenger side door opening it and catching her head gently. I grab her purse and coat and pick her up bridal style closing the car door with my foot. As I carry Y/N to the front door of my house, I am feeling a deep sense of protectiveness and what seems to almost be love towards her. I am feeling a sense of affection and admiration for her. I am feeling a sense of pride and joy in that she is my partner and my friend. I am feeling a sense of gratitude for the fact that we have each other and for the fact that no one could ever understand me the way she does.

I'm also feeling a strong sense of responsibility for keeping her safe and for taking care of her. I shush and shoo away my many dogs as I close my front door, walking towards my bedroom with Y/N in my arms still I set down her purse and coat on my dining table on the way. I enter my bedroom closing the door behind me, i walk over to my bed and gently lay Y/N down, I remove her Heeled Boots, scarf, and sweater. And pull my comforter over her, move stray hairs out of her face with care. She stirs lightly, "Will?" she asks softly in her half awake state, "Shhh go back to sleep." I say gently and with love......

#fem!reader #hannibal nbc #hannibal x reader #hannigram #hannigram x reader #will graham x reader

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rise-my-angel · 1 year ago

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I saw that you got into a scuffle with some Rhaegar stan that accused you of saying that Rhaegar abused Elia and their kids and even though you didn't say that, the stan is wrong....because Rhaegar 100 percent canonically did? Elia was reproductively abused, which destroyed her already fragile health. As for the kids, abandonment is 100 percent abuse, so yes by sheer virtue of abandoning his children he abused Rhaenys and Aegon. Fathers in ASOIAF get dragged for much, much less, but Dead Beat Rhaegar apparently is above critique. His stans are shambolic lmao.

I know exactly what they mean when they used the word abused. The only way in which they can conceive Rhaegar as being in the wrong, is if he is outwardly violent and hateful. He has to hurl verbal abuse at her and her children or physically hit her or the children. Otherwise, they will chalk the rest of it up under the label of "misinterpreting events".

I used the word mistreated, because I know it's a more broad spectrum of things that can fall under that category. The treatment of Elia to them, falls under "I can personally excuse it and therefore every other opinion disagreeing is wrong". Which is ironic, because they adamantly will try to excuse around putting Elia through two back to back life threatening pregnancies, despite the nature of Rhaegar trying to fulfill a prophecy meant he was having children as a means to do that. Not because of the terms of marriage.

You will notice they hardly ever bring up defences against the pregnancies, because they know it makes them look like they are victim blaming Elia for almost dying after simply giving birth to Aegon. The only other comment will be that maybe she was fine with it, which is an entirely speculated point of view based soley on the perception of she cant be a victim. They don't make grand arguments against the pregnancies because they know it makes them look bad, so they argue everything else.

And you are absolutely correct. Rhaegar abandoned his children. Other fathers do not have this claim, because they went out to fight a war for loyalty, oaths and duty. But Rhaegar did not leave for war. He took Lyanna in peace times, and then only after the war was already in full swing did he even join. Rhaegar's actions were the catalyst that led to war. From the moment he took Lyanna, he was no longer a figure in his childrens life.

Aerys let Rhaella take Viserys and flee to Dragonstone. But he forced Elia, Aegon, and Rhaenys to stay. Why? Because at that point Doran Martell was furious how she had been treated and was starting to offer aid to the rebels and thus Aerys held her hostage in order to keep her family from abandoning the Crowns side entierly.

A man who refused to touch his own first born granddaughter in the public court because she "smelled too dornish". That's who Rhaegar left his children with. A man who cared for his grandchildren so little he refused to even play nice and hold her in public once.

Rhaegar did not care about their saftey. He did not care to consider what would happen to them under his fathers hatred and delusions, or what would happen to them if they lost the war. He did not do what a good father does and protect his children. His best Kingsguard were under his orders, too busy keeping a helpless teenage girl hostage in a tower his own wife gifted him.

Rhaegar stans regularly criticize fathers in this series for things they don't deserve. Ned gets so heavily criticized by them, because they do not like the idea that the Stark is a better father then the Targaryean. Even though he is. Or they try to compare them and pretend they at all did any of the same things, just so they can justify liking Rhaegar. "Look you like Ned and hes flawed, and so is Rhaegar so he obviously is good."

These people do not care about anyone but Rhaegar. They don't care about Elia, or Lyanna, or Rhaenys, or Aegon, or even Jon. They do not care, because they bend over backwards to paint Rhaegar in a light that no one but purposley biased characters speak of him in.

They are Rhaegars own self fulfilling prophecy. Not caring about anyone but The Last Dragon, regardless of what destruction to other characters that results in.

Rhaegar Targaryean is a fucking dweeb and I wish Robert Baratheon crushed him to death with an even bigger war hammer.

#game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #anti rhaegar targaryen #anti rhaegar #anti targaryen #anti targ stans #anti rhaegar x lyanna #anti rhaegar x elia #targ or rhaegar stans do not interact #you are all clowns and this is not the circus

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newestq · 2 years ago

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i love your p1harmony writing! could you do first dates with the members?

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ p1harmony | more here!

synopsis — first dates with p1harmony.

author's note — n/a.

wc > 1.070k , genre : fluff , gn!reader – fem!reader for theo

⊹ keeho

doesn't act like it, but he's really nervous

he hasn't been on many dates and he just wants to make a good impression

his leader mode is an instinct and he ends up ordering for you

"i could've ordered myself," you smile towards him, handing the waitress your menu

"oh–right. sorry, i'm so used to ordering for the guys," he laughs awkwardly

you both talk a lot about your hometowns. since both of you are foreigners, you connect with the feeling of being away from home

shopping was the next thing y'all did after y'all finished eating, and he spoiled you to the max

anything you wanted, he bought it for you—even if you could afford it, he was buying it

by the end of the date, you and keeho had matching outfits and matching earrings 😛

the two of you have been talking for a few weeks now, and are yet to make it official, but keeho can confidently say he'll be taking the next step after this date

⊹ taeyang : theo — gender specific

sets up a cute picnic date for the two of you

is really nervous, and ends up going to keeho for help

"what do girls eat? like is there something specific or..?"

"taeyang, be so for real right now."

yeah... he's a mess.

him and keeho end up buying an assortment of foods since he couldn't just decide on one or two things to base everything off of

poor baby tried so hard on everything, just for it to be ruined by the bees and the weather

he was really sulky when the two of you had to cancel the picnic date, but you didn't mind

brings you to the dorms to watch a movie, which was a bad idea because everyone was at the dorms and were interrogating you two

"do you know he doesn't wear chapstick?"

"intak, shut the fuck up"

"she needs to know!"

⊹ jiung

you had been on a few dates with people before you'd gotten with jiung

he had asked what the dates were like, and you had told them that they were all pretty much the same: movies, dinner, golf...

he had made it his goal to make your first date together something you'd never done before

so hiking was the plan.

you'd expressed how much you wanted to go hiking to him before, and he never found a good enough opportunity to bring you. but with his schedule clear for a few days, and your vacation from school, it was perfect.

ends up enjoying it more than you do-even though he fell a few (lot) times

"jiung, baby. can we please take a break?"

"a break? right now? but this is way to fun."

he eventually listens to your whines, and y'all sit in a spot that gives y'all the best view

"thank you for this. best first date ever."

"it better be. i busted my ass for you."

⊹ intak

definitely will take you to the beach

buys cute matching swimsuits, and brags about it to his members non-stop

"okay you're better than me at smash bros, but do you and your partner have matching swimsuits? that's what i thought"

"intak, i'm single."

"cry about it."

jongseob: T-T

anyway, he also stays up the night before creating a playlist for the ride

titles it something cheesy, like "pov: beach trip with yr baby" or something

takes SO MANY cute pictures together

like he cant post them but he will show everyone he can

shows up to rehearsal talking bout

"hey pd nim wanna see what me and y/n did this weekend?"

he's actually infatuated

y'all are so that couple everyone sees in the water at the beach and gets jealous of fr

snowballs on the beach <3

probably rents a golf cart and drives around while listening to the playlist he made with you

he just loves you sm

⊹ shota : soul

shota actually didn't plan y'all date, taeyang did

they had time off and decided to go to an amusement park

you and shota hadn't seen each other in some time, and taeyang suggested shota bring you along for some quality time

you happily agreed

one thing about shota, however: he loves the extreme rides

haha you're definitely not pissing yourself while waiting in line for a rollercoaster! that's childish! haha..

laughs at you while you're literally crying your eyes out

he feels bad afterwards though and buys you a lot of food to make up for it (well he uses keeho's money)

goes on the rides you want to go on, and he secretly takes pictures of you and sets them as his lockscreen <3

poor jongseob is third wheeling

once y'all left the park, y'all go eat out and jiung makes you and shota sit at a separate table to talk (much to keeho's protests)

"what if they do something they aren't supposed to??"

"like what?"

"like something adults do."

"keeho, he just turned 18."

⊹ jongseob

you plan the date, since he's in your hometown, and decide to go kayaking

he's never done it before and it makes you really excited that his first time kayaking his with you

he gets a little scared when trying to get in the kayak and it takes him a while before he finally sits in it

while laughing at him trying to get in, you fall out of your kayak. he's so shocked and he starts laughing too-which causes him to fall out

screams like a girl while falling

eventually y'all are just laughing so hard while drifting in the water

y'all get yelled at for being in the way of other kayaks, so y'all take a break from something y'all didn't even start and eat ice cream

there's a lot of other things to do at the place you brought him, so y'all venture out and go on water slides, play with water guns, feed alligators, (which he's never seen before and almost shits himself), and end it with eating seafood

when you're both dry, he takes pictures of you with his camera and posts one on weverse, even though he isn't supposed to

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operation-steal-chans-laptop · 2 years ago

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Forgive my brain for this one bubby, had to get it out of my head,

Han jisung + your glasses

Now you don't really have a prescription for glasses but given that your screen time is as much as it is, you do usually wear a pair to avoid headaches from high bright light exposure (lets presume so because well I do in this case yes I'm being self indulgent and no I shall not shame myself about it)

Sungie coming back from a grocery run on your common day off which was interrupted by some last minute tweaking your client asked you to get done so you were currently just hyperfixated at your laptop.

"Ah the glasses are out today, looks like it'll take you some time hm?"

You reassure him and say it won't take long but it did end up taking a bunch of hours. Jisung could have done anything in that while but why would he when he could daydream about you. When you keep your hair up with that big claw pin and a few baby strands just frame your face so perfectly it's artistic to him. And your glasses,

Especially, your glasses

The way they sit on your nose and accentuate your pretty eyes so much and gosh you almost become a different person when you wear those and goddamn it do they make you look professional,

And hot, authoritative and very hot

He wishes if he had a desk job, maybe the ones with the CEO's and their big offices, and fall in love with you, the newbie secretary with the pretty faces and who looks so hot when she's focused.

Maybe he could call you in, because behind closed doors you are really his loving girlfriend, the one who he sleeps next to each night even if you can't go home by the same car. And maybe he can just ask you to lock the door behind you and kneel next to him on a particularly stressful day,

And maybe with a little bit of whining and begging he can definetly ask you to blow him off, help him calm down a bit yeah? Ofcourse you'll agree, right?

And right when you're about to take your glasses off he can pout at you and ask you to pleaseeee keep those on for him you look so hot he can barely breathe around you properly.

But here's the catch,

You could make him blow his load in under 2 minutes if you wanted to but you decide to take your time with it, letting him enjoy it as much as he can but Jisung had a mission because he wanted to cum, he really did, not down your throat though, he loves it but not today,

You both feel him getting closer and right when you were about to suck him harder to let it go all down your throat, jisung pushes your head away from him.

He hold your head with his right hand with his left still pumping his dick, a strained plea of "stay there please?" And you obey because gid knows what goes on in his head but its usually hot as fuck.

And it was

When he aimed his spurt right at your glasses. He paints your lenses with his essence and gets some on your cheek too but oh fuck he could cum again just by looking at you. (Spoiler: he almost did overstim himself too much at how you looked)

You were caught offguard to say the least, oh man and what if,

What if roles were switched and you wanted to-

The bedroom gate opens, you're still in a big t shirt and some shorts, hair up, and glasses.

Jisung's shorts don't really feel as comfortable rn.

"Gosh that client was a complete pain in the ass, ruining my day off too, any ideas of dinner?"

" I don't have an idea for dinner necessarily, but I do have an idea angel...."

~~~

Yours lovingly

- 💌

Ahzbcjxbxjcidncjfjfncjtj BUBBY?!?!!?! YOUR BRAIN??????

As much as the glasses make you look professional and sexy, in a way they also make you look more innocent? The big framing seemingly making your features softer

he’d think it’s so cute and hot when you have your glasses on with your hair up messily and an oversized shirt on?!?!?!?! Han would not be able to stop thinking about all the dirty things he’d do to you, and how pretty you’d look falling apart on his cock, the glasses slipping down the bridge of your nose

I CANT THINK PROPERLY

#💌-Sarah’s Inbox #💌 anon #han jisung #han jisung scenarios #han jisung smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids han smut #han jisung imagines #han jisung hard hours #han jisung hard thoughts

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fernwebs · 9 months ago

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TF2 OC Infodump... About this silly guy

Minion's relationships with the mercs

Engineer - Engie is like one of the only people that can understand him (literally not emotionally) because of his thick ass accent. Minion likes to talk to him. Minion yaps to him a LOT, about almost everything.

Medic - Minion WILL find any way possible to be the one to deliver Medics orders personally. He also likes to include extra organs in almost every shipment. Minion makes his feelings towards Medic very obvious, but Medic continues to play dumb to keep getting those extra organs. Minions bird is the cause of at least 3 archimedes going missing.

Spy - Spy has photo evidence of Minion doing weird shit (staring at medics ass or smth idk). Minion is VERY aware of this and gets very nervous when hes doing anything at all because hes afraid that Spy is taking a picture of him.

Soldier - Soldier is one of Minion's best friends, but Minion is scared that Soldier will grab him. Because he did, once. Minion got accused of not being faithful to America.

Sniper - Minion thinks he's weird because of the jarate thing. Hes scared that Sniper will throw jarate at him. Theyre probably buddies though, because they are both from places that have like weird animals, and they'd probably talk about that.

Scout - Theyre probably buddies because they both are falling for someone who barely likes them back. They encourage eachother. They're also relatively around the same age.

Demoman - Demoman is one of Minion's best friends along with Soldier. They'd also be drinking buddies, maybe not too often but they would. Minion gets really emotional when hes drunk, so he'd probably overshare to Demoman.

Heavy- I think theyre only acquaintances because they both cant quite understand each other (considering they both dont speak fluent english, and their native languages are different) BUT i think if they ever hung out they would cook for each other / bond over food.

Pyro - He probably hangs out a lot with Pyro because of Louise, he draws with Pyro when hanging out with them and Louise.

Bonus: Miss Pauling - I think he respects her a lot as a person and thinks she's cool. He probably tries to convince her just a little bit that scout is cool.

Louise - They are literally the father daughter duo EVER!! minion loves louise as a daughter so much and he cares so much he would take a bullet for her.

Eddy - Even though they might argue or have their differences sometimes, Eddy is always Minion's best friend. Minion truly appreciates Eddy and is grateful that Eddy is in his life.

Smissmass Presents

Spy - Lint, like he WRAPS IT to make it look like an extravagant cool gift but he actualy needle felted to lint to make it into a middle finger

Soldier - a tabo becuz he heard that soldier like bucket

Medic - he would buy him like 8 presents and make him custom advent calendar but its just pics of him and its the same picture each time for 12 days

Demoman - probably a nice bottle of wine or a case of his favorite alcohol

Scout - shitty art supplies because Scouf draws a lot, minion thinks those are the best art supplies in the world

Heavy - He would try to make a sandwich but with hawaiian rolls

Engineer - a book on how to learn tagalog

Pyro - 200 pack of jumbo crayons

Sniper - something very australian related

Bonus: Miss Pauling - A world globe you color in places for everywhere you've been.

Louise - Literally ANY toy besides a puzzle because he knows shes sick of if

Eddy - joke gifts like a mug or t-shirt that says something retarded, but if a real gift he'd buy something that was on eddys wishlist or something

on the bonus ones.. Louise and Eddy are my friend's OCs

@ilikesimsfour

thanks for reading chat!!

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undressmewithyoureyes · 7 months ago

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Run For Me - SIX

Soft cotton wrapped around my body. My eyes flutter open as they adjust in the dimly lit room. My room. I go to move to get out of bed and pain radiates throughout me. I feel like I’ve been hit by a Mack Truck. I’m no longer naked. I’m wearing one of my oversized t-shirts with all the old horror serial killers on it. Fitting right?

The soreness between my legs reminds me that I’m still alive…for now. My stomach turns at the horror that resides downstairs. Did he clean it up? Is he gone? Or is he waiting for me to open the door and kill me where I stand? The questions that go through my mind cause my chest to tighten and anxiety to spread across my body.

How could I be so deranged that I enjoyed last night in the woods? That I didn’t even care about my friends in the house? How could I be so deranged that I want to be dominated like that again? “What the fuck is wrong with me?” I ask myself under my breath.

The sound of something dropping hard against the floor causes me to jerk my head towards the closed wooden door and my heart to drop in my stomach. He’s here. I swing my sore legs over the bed and go to stand. I drop to my knees, my body making a loud thud as it hits the floor. I wince at the pain from the harsh wooden floors colliding with my sore knees. I guess this is how Bambi felt the first time he learned to stand and walk.

I grab ahold of the bed post and struggle to help myself up. Every muscle in my body letting me know how much I overexerted them several hours ago. I get to my feet and slowly make my way to the door – becoming more stable with each step. I press my ear to the door to hear what is going on, but all I hear is footsteps downstairs.

I quietly open the door and my eyes land straight ahead at the door across from me. Callie. Her door is shut, just like it was when we went to bed last night. The longing in me wants to make sure she’s okay, but my mentality tells me I might have to be admitted if I see anymore dead bodies.

I stand there with a war going on between my heart and my mind if I should tiptoe across the balcony that overlooks the living room, or head down the stairs to the right and face the man that made me feel things I’ve never felt before.

Fuck it.

I take a step forward. Then another and by the fourth step, I’ve walked past the stairs and headed towards Callies room. I no longer hear him or whoever it was downstairs – which makes my anxiety stir even more within me. I don’t dare look over the banister. Too afraid to see if River and Jordan are still there or if he cleaned it up for his next victim. Me, or possibly Callie.

I get a few steps away from the door and reach for the doorknob. The cold brass metal sends electricity through my hand and up my arm. It feels colder than normal, but I know it’s because I don’t know what’s on the other side of the door.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the deep voice says from behind me.

I let out a scream and quickly turn around. The same hand that just held the brass metal, now rests against my chest to calm my beating heart. He approaches with me slow steps – like a cat cornering a mouse. I step back with each of his steps as my back collides with the wooden door to Callies room.

His hands come up and rest themselves against the door – each beside my head, trapping me.

“Why?” I ask with a shaky breath.

His eyes continue to pierce through mine, “You’ll find out soon enough Chloe.” His tone one of authority, but also with a hint of amusement. He gets off on this. My glacier blue eyes stare back at his honey orbs and the memories of me writhing beneath him causes the addicting feeling to come back between my legs.

Even though I cant see his face, I can tell he’s smirking, “Come,” he says as he pushes off the door and extends a hand out towards the walkway above the living room. It wasn’t a suggestion, but a demand. I hesitate but take a step forward in the direction of his outstretched hand. His eyes glued to me.

I pass by him slowly – hesitant on what he may do. The stairs that lead to the first floor of the house seem to gradually extend with each step I take. My head feels light as I grow closer to what I may see again. I feel him closely behind me. I know it’s because he’s not wanting to create too much distance – afraid I’ll run off again. Even though I wouldn’t mind being chased again and dominated. This time he might actually kill me.

Again, I ask myself, what the fuck is wrong with me?

I’m halfway down the stairs when my eyes divert to the couch. I cant help it. My knees buckle as a strong arm wraps around my waist to hold me up from tumbling the rest of the way down. Tears sting against my eyes from the gruesome sight before me.

I feel him take another step. His body now flush with mine as his arm stays around my waist. “You still need to make up for last night,” he says to me. His lips right next to my ear, but the fabric from the mask rubs against me.

Anger builds in my chest. I feel used. I feel dumb as hell thinking I could outsmart him. This is his web and I’m just the insect that was foolish enough to land in it. I gather my strength and take a step forward – his arm slipping from around my waist. With each step I take towards the main floor of the house, my anger turns into rage.

“Fuck you,” I say through gritted teeth as soon as I get off the stairs.

His footsteps stop. He lets out deep chuckle, “Dare to repeat that?”

My body shakes. The rage inside of me begging to be let out. I slowly turn around to face him – my fist balled at my side. My knuckles white. “Fuck. You.”

“Fuck me?” he questions with amusement in his voice as he points a finger at himself. I hear the click of his tongue and within a second, he clears the last two steps. I reach out to hit him, but he grabs my arm and pushes me against the wall – pinning my arm behind me. The air in my chest forced out as my ribs collide with the hard sheetrock. My head forced to the side as he steps behind me – his body pressing me further into the wall.

“I don’t hear you saying anything now. Cat got your tongue Chloe?” He presses his hips into me further and I can feel his growing erection. I close my eyes as my body betrays me in this fucked up situation. I don’t know how much more my mind can take, but my body craves more. More violence.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask breathlessly.

His masked face leans in close to my head and he takes in a deep breathe. Relishing in this moment, “Why not?”

The sharp pain in my arm from being pinned in the odd position causes me to try and get out of his grasp. He tightens his hold on me, making me draw in a sharp breath, “You’re hurting me.”

“Good.” His voice low, “You like the pain.”

Fuck you.

“Are you going to be my good girl and listen?” he asks me – enunciating ‘my’ and ‘listen’. God, why does my body respond to him the way it does?

I swallow hard, “Yes.” Its barely audible, but a defeat is a defeat.

“Yes what?” His grip on my arm almost unmanageable as I rise to my tip toes to try and alleviate the pain.

“Yes sir.”

He lets me go and I slump forward against the wall – my arm throbbing. “In the kitchen, there are some tarps. Grab them.”

I take a step forward, cursing under my breath at him, “Chloe.” I freeze. It’s a warning and I’m pushing my limits. I slowly look up at him – finally finding his eyes. If looks could kill. But why is he sparing me? He nods his head to the kitchen and like a dog, I listen.

Three blue tarps lay folded on the kitchen table and my stomach drops when I count them. Three. River, Jordan and Callie. Or maybe he let Callie go and the third one is for me. I reach out with shaky hands and grab them – his eyes not leaving me once.

“Taken them to the living room.” The one fucking place I don’t want to go. I take in a deep breath and make my way to the horror that is embedded in my mind. As I round the corner of the couch, Jordans head lays on the floor – rested against the leg of the coffee table. When her head fell from me pushing it, the leg must have stopped it.

My breathing picks up as I stare at her bodyless head. Her eyes open and staring at me with the same look as how I feel inside. Dead. “Move the coffee table and spread out one of the tarps.” My eyes slowly move from Jordans head to him. He stands at the other end of the couch, arms folded like he’s proud of his work and wants me to congratulate him.

I take in a deep breath to hold back the tears. Tears from what? I don’t know yet. Anger? Sadness? Rage? Maybe a bit of everything. I set the tarps on top of the coffee table, grab the end of it and pull it back towards me. Jordans head rolling a bit as the leg slides away. I turn my head to the side and stare at the fireplace. The fireplace I sat beside the night this shit went down.

The table screeches across the wooden floor as I move it out of the way like I was asked to do. Look at me being obedient. Once the table is cleared from the couch, I grab the first tarp, open it and spread it out across the floor in front of the couch.

“Good. Now take one of them and put them in the center.” He’s enjoying this. Enjoying seeing me in pain. Not physically, but mentally and emotionally.

Them.

Put them.

“They have names you know?” My tone sharp. “You could at least have enough respect to call them by their own name after what you did.”

His eyes narrow at me, “Would you like to join them?”

I snarl my lips as I glare at him. When I don’t respond, he takes another hit at me, “Didn’t think so. Put one of them in the center of the tarp. And don’t make me ask again.”

I lean my head back a bit and take in another deep breath. I’ll start with Jordan since she’s closest. I go to grab her headless body off the couch and stop, “Can I at least get some gloves?”

“No.”

I roll my eyes and scoff. I reach for Jordans arm to pull her to me – blood pouring from her neck as I lean her forward. It runs down her arms and onto my hands – making my grip on her slide. My hand slips and she falls over onto River. Tears prick my eyes and my vision blurs. I blink making the tears fall down my cheeks.

I reach for Jordan again with my hand that isn’t bloody and grab her other arm and pull her to the floor. Her weightless body hitting the hardwood with a thud. He continues to stand there – feet planted with his arms crossed over his chest. I take a few steps to Jordans feet and grab them – dragging her to the center of the tarp.

After getting her where I want, I lift her up under her arms to flatten out the tarp where it rode up under her from being drug. Her blood drenching my t-shirt and running down my arms and legs. After getting the tarp how I want, I gently set her down and fall to my knees.

I cant do this.

“Don’t forget the head.”

I get up and stand on shaking legs as I turn to face him. Tears streaming down my face. His eyes go from my face and slowly make their way down to my blood covered feet. Without thinking, I take off in a sprint and my hands collide with his chest – shoving him back a few steps.

“WHY?!”

Another shove.

“FUCK YOU! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”

Another shove.

“YOU’RE A FUCKING COWARD!”

He takes each shove. His arms never uncrossing as he stares down at me with amusement in his eyes.

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” Before I can even stop myself, I reach up and pull the woven mask off his head. My eyes widen. I thought he would try to stop me, but now that I’ve seen his face, there’s no denying that third tarp is for me.

His eyes go from amusing to pure evil. To watch his eyes, darken before me in the light, sends chills down my back. I swallow hard and take a step back taking him in. He takes a step towards me, “Oh, you’ve done it now Chloe. Theres no saving yourself now.”

I swallow hard. He takes another step and my legs hit the side of the couch. The space between him and I is life and death. He’s attractive for sure. Dark black hair, just like mine. His skin slightly tan as if he spends most of his time outside without a mask. His jaw is defined, but not too much and a thick five o clock shadow making him even more masculine.

“Chloe?”

A familiar voice from upstairs causes me to jerk my head in the direction of Callies room. My eyes widen knowing that she’s alive, but not knowing what’s about to come. He takes another step – his body towering over me as he reaches down and grabs the woven mask from my hands. His eyes are glued to mine.

He places the mask back over his face and slowly turns his head to look in the direction behind him at Callies room then back to me. I shake my head no. A silent plea, but he ignores it and makes his way towards the stairs.

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