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disneyprincemuke · 1 year ago

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midnights, 3 * mv1

max just won his third championship, but the sinking feeling starts to settle in

pairings: max verstappen x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol

notes: yall i have like 3 different drafts of this, i got no idea what's up with my writer's block... i've also rewritten my fem!driver series like 3 times based on a request like what is going on

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max verstappen wouldn't give anything up for the third title he's just won. but he would turn the world upside down if it meant having you around.

the interviewer had caught him off guard earlier, congratulating him for winning on a saturday evening. and then suddenly bringing you up and noting how strange it is that you have not been around for a while.

he had to tame his shock, arguing with himself in his mind about the privacy of your relationship. on one hand, he hasn't had to talk about you openly while he's still in mourning. but on the other, everybody just assumes you're too busy to attend races and they bring you up nonchalantly.

he has to go around pretending he doesn't want to break down in tears at the mention of your name.

christian had brought the team into a nearby bar to celebrate, not forgetting to remind everybody that the main race is still tomorrow.

max knows that he misses you. he recognises it in the way his hand reaches out for nothing when he walks into the paddocks by himself and looks out for your face in the crowd when he's on stage. he just tries to push it away as much as he can.

but it hurt the most when he jumped out of his car at parc ferme after the sprint, marking his third title in 3 years. he searched desperately for your face within his team, wanting to share the championship with you.

he wants to share this with you, truthfully having you to thank for his all that he's achieved in the past 3 years. at the end of all this, he just wanted to stumble back into you and celebrate quietly.

max had been the centre of attention, taking his mind away from you for about an hour. he was singing and dancing, drinking and having fun until the sinking feeling started to eat him away.

now he's tucked away at a corner booth of the bar, his fourth glass of gin and tonic on the table. he's staring blankly at the table, the bass from the speakers thumping away in his chest.

"mate, congratulations again." he looks up to meet daniel's eyes, who is now sliding into the empty seats opposite him. daniel puts his drink down and leans back to get comfortable. "shouldn't you be celebrating?"

"already did. this is my fourth," max grins forcefully, tapping on the rim of his cup. he leans forward to rest his elbow on the table, drawing shapes on the table with the droplets of condensation from his drink. "just a little tired, that's all."

daniel doesn't answer right away. he just nods understandingly then looks around briefly. "so where's (y/n)? she's never missed a championship weekend." max's eyes trail up to meet him again.

the mention of your name forms a lump in his throat. max wishes he knew where you were, then maybe he'd have the courage to find you and take you into his arms once more.

"did you split up or something?" daniel follows up immediately, raising an eyebrow at max.

the dutchman blinks, tears quickly swelling in his eyes. realistically, only victoria knows of the split. he's more shocked that alexandra and kika have kept it so lowkey that the news hasn't flooded the media and gossip sites.

for that, he's truly thankful.

"yeah, in singapore," max shrugs. he picks up his drink, taking a big gulp to wash your name off his tongue.

daniel nods and sinks into his seat, not asking max to further elaborate. he appreciates that as well. he's not in the spot where he's ready to talk about it either.

he tried to with victoria, but it only ended with him in a sputtering mess of tears before he fell into a deep slumber. he woke up that morning on the floor by his couch with victoria not very far off.

"have you talked to her since?"

max shakes his head dejectedly, lips pouting into a genuine frown. his eyebrows furrow as his frustration starts to grow.

why hasn't he reached out? more importantly, why haven't you?

"i think she hates me, mate."

"why would you even say that?" daniel tilts his head, raising his eyebrows to encourage max to elaborate. he's quite curious on this one, truly.

daniel had never seen a love like the one you shared with max. the privacy of your relationship made whatever he witnessed all the more special and he loved watching you both grow with the relationship.

he heard of the fights from his girlfriend who was suspiciously more aware than him, but he could have sworn that you two would have made it out of the great war. he hadn't seen you since saturday night in singapore and he simply thought you'd taken a break.

his guess that you'd split up was random, but he never expected max to confirm it.

max shrugs. "we were fighting all the time. we somehow lost each other. we were too far gone to save, i think."

"you asked for the split?"

"she did," max confirms with another sigh. he presses the cold glass onto his lips, "i didn't say anything, she just walked out."

"mate, you didn't say anything?" daniel exclaims in disbelief. he drops his drink on the table, watching max calmly sipping on his gin and tonic. "why didn't you?"

"i don't know," max answers with another shrug, running a hand through his hair roughly. he tugs at the roots and drops his drink on the table with a thud. "i don't know, maybe we're better off not together."

maybe. maybe, maybe. and maybe if he'd just fought for you that night, you would be here celebrating with him.

that, or you'd still be fighting every 3 days over every little thing. he recognises the toxic cycle, but he'd honestly rather have that with you around than be in this position.

max shakes his head, finishing whatever is left of his drink. abruptly, he crawls out of the booth seat. he hears daniel scrambling after him.

max holds up a hand and turns to face daniel with a frown. "i'm heading back to the hotel. i just want to be alone. please."

taglist: @merchelsea (comment to be added)

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hispanthicc · 5 months ago

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I'm glad to hear you're feeling better now after your break up. I love guys like you whose weight gain has a direct landing in their bellies. Everything else on them is normal size, back, face, legs, feet, arms, hands. But when they turn around, there's this great big belly. Your watermelon belly looks astounding!

Well, I wouldn’t say that I feel better even though it was a few years ago. it was a 5 yr relationship and I was 100% planning to be with him for the rest of my life. Then he just threw me away lol. I’ll never get that time back and I still struggle with a lot of the harsh things he’s said to me and also a lot of his actions afterwards. In fact I got triggered a few days ago cuz I was going through my blocked list on a certain site and I saw him. His pfp pic was changed to a pic that showed his face. 1. I always had to beg him to send me a selfie. 2. He’s always been kinda ashamed of what he’s into and definitely was embarrassed to be seen with me or take pictures with me, especially in the end. So it kinda hurt my feelings I guess, but I’m just sensitive. I also feel terrible for even having any feelings about him at all but it takes a while to fully get over things. But he’s blocked on everything and I wish him the best. Every once in a while the photo cloud will show me a pic of him and I get triggered all over again. But at this point I’ve deleted everything.

I’ve mostly moved on and even my mom said that the best way to get over it and forget is to find someone else and that definitely was good advice. Unfortunately, though that hasn’t completely worked the way I would’ve liked and the past week has been a lot emotionally. I’ve been feeling lonely and horny, I’ve also just felt very left out. Some of it’s my fault cuz anxiety and sometimes just funds lol. I also suck at getting close to people. Abandonment issues or whatever. I also don’t just dive into anything it takes me a long time to just be like I’m okay and ready but I can’t and don’t expect anyone to wait for me to be ready and of course the consequence of that is they move on lol. Which is fine and dandy or whatever but I’m just experiencing a lot of emotions lately that I’ve never felt before and I don’t know how to handle any of it.

Anyways gaining and focusing on my body has definitely helped a little cuz I do feel a little more confident sometimes. I lost a lot after the break up and that definitely made me hate myself but I also thought maybe he’d come back if I did but he said I didn’t match his aesthetic (LOL) but he didn’t come back in fact after he dumped me he went to London lol. Literally within weeks. Didn’t even tell me which I guess he didn’t have to in retrospect but he kinda led me on for months making me think we’d get back together. Idk I was ignoring a lot because I wanted to be with him so bad.

Anyways fast forward I went to a film festival in Canada which got me inspired by life again. Enrolled in grad school the following year. Finished the first year and here we are.

I think I noticed I started to gain again during my first semester back in school. Like one day I just woke up and I was bigger. I noticed it in my face write away. It’s kinda hard gaining on a student budget lol but I did the best I could.

I’m not like super big or anything but I’m more filled out all over. Most importantly though, I feel very cute and pretty.

Sorry for this long ass post I know you probably didn’t want to hear the personal stuff. But it’s the internet. The land of over sharing.

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quinloki · 2 years ago

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Quicksand

Fem Reader x Sir Crocodile

20 Chapters - 46,838 words

Version with images can be found here.

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations, yandere, angst with a happy ending, a referenced instance of physical abuse. 18+ only

Summary: You're employed as an Internal Coordinator in the West Branch of Rain Dinners in Grandline Metro. You're well-aware your boss is the Warlord Sir Crocodile, but your sixty days is almost up on the popular dating website Cult of Personality, and you're looking forward to meeting the person you've been talking to for the last sixty days. (This makes it sound way fluffier than it is, oops.)

Chapter 1: The Nitty-Gritty

You smile at the sound of the message popping up on your computer. You'd been chatting online with someone for the last couple months, and after getting to know one another through your shared likes and dislikes, you'd finally decided to meet. You've avoided sharing photos, or even having a conversation on the phone, but all of that had been the point of the website you'd both found yourselves using.

Cult of Personality was a quirky singles site that focused on people getting to know one another purely through interests. The idea behind it was that you could get to know someone without those pesky instincts getting in the way – no getting swept away by someone's voice, or getting too focused on their appearance (for better or worse). Instead, you spent at least sixty days communicating by text through anonymous proxies. If anyone said something that was a deal-breaker during that time, then there were no messy fallouts to deal with.

The connection would be severed without you knowing enough about the other to be able to locate them. The system was even designed to automatically censor location names, so people couldn't accidentally give themselves away. The only thing the service did with location information was use it to randomly match people who were within 100km of one another.

It was great for people who didn't really want to fill out tons of questionaries, or worry about uploading photos, or dealing with talking about themselves.

For you it was nice because after a few failed relationships, and with a job that took a lot of your time, it was an easy way to get yourself back into the whole idea of dating.

As your luck would have it, you found someone who you enjoyed "talking" to after only a couple tries. You had even admitted that you looked forward to your conversations and had been pleasantly surprised to find out he did as well. It was reassuring to know that things weren't one-sided, and shortly after that you'd both started making plans to meet up once the 60 days was completed, and the site gave you the option to lift the automatic censoring.

You had preemptively decided on a Saturday lunch meeting, just in case you were at the edges of the 100km diameter that the site utilized. Better than trying to make a dinner reservation on a Friday after work, and ending up in a panic if one of you were to be stuck in traffic.

The restrictions lifted tomorrow, Wednesday, and as you got ready for work you were humming to yourself.

In Grandline Metropolis, amidst it's 600,000 sq km of land, you worked for one of the seven Warlords who oversaw the second circle of the city. While you knew Mr. Crocodile was a warlord, you weren't directly connected to the city's underground. You knew about the city's underground because you were school friends with people who had ended up in that life, and you still kept in touch. But, like most of the employees of the Rain Dinners – the casino/restaurant/hotel chain with five locations around the Grandline Metro – you weren't a part of the underground directly. There were people closer to Mr. Crocodile who probably had ties to stuff like that, but you were just the secretary to one of the mid-level casino floor managers of the West location, just outside White Beard's territory.

Buggy was, well, buggy. He seemed to be constantly under a lot of stress, but he wasn't a terrible boss. He had a decent sense of humor, was easily brought into focus, and often went out of his way to make sure the people under him were doing well. He was a bit selfish, but whenever someone needed to be legitimately let go, you always had to come to him with well-documented, irrefutable proof. While that could be annoying in some cases, it was also reassuring that he wasn't letting people come and go without being sure there was nothing else to be done for it.

"Hey boss, I won't be available this weekend." You explain, handing over another paper for Buggy to review. "So if something goes wrong you'll have to call Alvida."

"Are we expecting anything unusual this weekend?" He questions calmly.

"No, there's no big events, and Alvida's already aware I'll be unavailable." You're kind of surprised to see Buggy this calm. Usually, he was a complete mess when you took vacations or called out sick.

"Alright, (Y/N), just make sure to let Alvida know that Galdino's going to be the one reaching out. I'm off this weekend as well."

Ah, that explains why he's so relaxed. You muse. After a moment's thought you flinch. You hadn't exchanged names with the person you were meeting this weekend. Statistically, it was improbable that it was Buggy, but it wasn't impossible either. Well, if it was him, you couldn't let your professional assessment of him color how he was in his private life.

"I'll let her know." You assure him flatly, taking back the last of the documents and reorganizing them quickly on his desk. "Your meetings are light today, and tomorrow you have the Staff Luncheon to attend."

Buggy flinches. "Right."

"It's at our branch this month, Buggy."

Your boss sighs. "That's the problem."

You laugh. "It is harder to 'accidentally' miss it due to traffic when it's here."

"You're being a little too flashy, Miss (Y/N)." He grumbles.

"And yet you still appreciate me." You quip, giving him a smile before walking out to get back to your own work.

The rest of your work day went smoothly. You coordinated with Galdino and Alvida about the weekend, making sure they knew that neither you nor Buggy would be available. Alvida had raised an eyebrow over it, since she knew you'd been signed up on Cult of Personality. You had filled her in on your plans for the weekend before now. You were still pretty sure it wasn't Buggy, but she made you promise her that if it turned out to be him you would let her know immediately.

Alvida had her quirks, and she could kind of mean in that haughty beauty sort of way, but she wasn't malicious or cruel. You'd shared a few drinks outside of work, and mainly she just enjoyed drama and gossip.

Getting home you went through your after-work routine. Peeling off your work clothes you slipped into sweats and a t-shirt, made yourself something easy, and relaxed with an episode of your favorite show while you ate. Afterward you checked your messages and settled into the dating website.

You: One more day \o/

Him: I'm glad your enthusiasm hasn't waned.

You: At this rate I'm worried I'll be exhausted come Saturday. I'm really looking forward to this.

Him: Plans can be easily adjusted if need be.

You: Joking aside, I'm sure I'll manage. Though, I have to admit that today has caused me to be very curious about something. >_>

Him: Oh?

You: Well, it seems my boss at work has requested this weekend off as well. O_O

Him: Ah-ha. Did you request your time off today?

You: I did.

Him: Then I wouldn't worry. I didn't have any of my employees request time off to me directly today.

You: Oh good.

Him: My condolences to your boss.

You: lol he's not a bad guy, but that would've been incredibly awkward.

Him: It would've been a mark against you wanting to meet someone new, as well.

You: You're not wrong.

You: Admittedly, I wouldn't hold it against you if we did know one another.

Him: That's reassuring. Though, if I do know you, then I have done myself a great disservice for not knowing you well enough until now.

You feel yourself blush despite it all. It was nice to be appreciated for your, well, you-ness, and not for anything else. You let him know you appreciated the sentiment and the two of you talked about nothing and everything off and on for the rest of the evening.

Tomorrow was going to be the longest Wednesday to ever dare to exist, not just because you were looking forward to getting home before you'd even left for work, but also because the monthly staff luncheons always made the days feel longer when they were at your branch. It wasn't nearly as bad when Buggy was ushered out and into a different branch for the event, but every 5th month it meant your casino was filled with important people.

Important people like to feel important, so there were all sorts of extra protocols and fine moving parts to worry about. The hardest part was going to be dealing with the Billions. The people who were only just barely important and wanted to make sure no one could possibly forget it. The Baroque Works staff would be there as well, and if things went well, after the initial meet and greet, all you would have to worry about was filling Buggy's shoes while he was busy at the Luncheon.

. . . . .

You: Good morning, I can't stay on and talk much right now, there's an event at work I need to be in early for. Looking forward to talking to you tonight!

Him: Much anticipated.

The drive into work was faster than usual since you had left a couple hours earlier and traffic was nonexistent. You got into work and got all your normal morning work done before the doors had even opened. Alvida and Galdino were in almost as early and you set them to work organizing the cleaners and preppers. Surfaces that had been polished the night before were polished again just to add a little more luster.

There were three times as many valets available today, to deal with the influx of VIPs, and almost every member of staff was working. People were rotated in and out on tables more often as well to keep every extra sharp. Extra areas had been opened in the back to accommodate people being able to lounge between there active table times so they could recharge properly. It was an untenable schedule every single day, but everyone came together to make it work for the Luncheons.

When the owner, Mr. Crocodile arrived, everyone lined up to greet him. It was the only time all the staff stopped what they were doing to greet a guest. Nothing was said, but everyone lined up neatly in the lobby and bowed slightly as he entered. As far as you knew it wasn't even something he had requested, one of the Numbers had demanded it at their branch some years ago and the tradition stuck.

Frankly, if you ever learned who Mr. Nine was, you would happily punch the lout right in his nose for suggesting it. Fortunately, Mr. Crocodile didn't linger in the entry way, and strode quickly through. Considering he was just over 7', he had an impressive stride. Aside from the company photo, and the occasional glance in the hall when the luncheons were held at your branch, all you ever saw of him were his shoes.

When you first started working at Rain Dinners you'd had a little crush on him, but from the way things went for most of the staff, everyone had a little crush on him. He was the least eccentric of the Warlords, far as you were aware, and the man had style. Most of the ladies swooned over him and half the of the men on staff did as well.

He wasn't much older than you either. Far from the youngest of the Warlords, he was just over 30 and doing remarkably well for himself. He was barely of legal gambling age when he started the first Rain Dinners, and within three years there were 5 of them in the Grandline Metro alone.

With the owner gone, everyone burst into action and the several moments later the casino came alive as the doors opened to the public and the day began properly.

Only eight more hours to go before you could start making proper plans for the coming weekend.

#Quicksand #Sir Crocodile #Crocodile x reader #crocodile x y/n #one piece smut #one piece fanfiction #modern au #reader insert #yandere

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intermundia · 6 months ago

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ok idk if anyone's asked this before. but. i've been following your fics for the past while (lovelovelove btw) and realized for the first time yesterday when i perused your masterlist just how many you've published. holy shit dude!! mega kudos. i've been polishing up a couple different wips since new years this year but haven't published any so far, so ig i wanted to ask for advice on getting out there as a fic writer? i've never published before lol. what's ur methods and advice, chef

ahhh thank you :) i am so excited for you!! imho you're standing on the threshold of a beautiful adventure, like you've packed your bags (got some wips) and are ready to head out the door. it's intimidating but in my experience the first comment you get will make all the stress worth it; it will wash away your reservations and give you a hit of affirmation that will only drag you further on into sharing more. it's a virtuous circle that you just have to start.

as trite as it sounds, my biggest piece of advice is to fake it until you make it, like pretend you've published a hundred times before and are perfectly confident and entitled to put your work up in public. that's what i did the first time, i pretended to be someone normal lol. i knew what i expected to see from others and made my story summary and tags look like that to avoid negative ripples (no such ripples really exist in reality, but i know how anxiety whispers lies).

it worked because there's no front door or barrier to entry to posting on ao3, you know? you are exactly as welcome and valid as i am there; we both see the same site back end and the same draft page. you are the same as anybody who has already published. if you have wips and have something that could reasonably be considered finished? pick one, something small even, and just post it. you can edit it once it's live if something dire comes up, i do it all the time.

this is actually something that is causing me a lot of writer's block right now, the fact that i am being far too perfectionist and precious about the next chapter of my main wip. i simply care way too much about the story, so i'm so scared of doing it wrong, so i've been sitting on it. but the way that i've published more 50 stories in the past is trusting my gut about when something is done and pushing it out to the public before i hold myself back.

you have to just keep moving forward, that's the key. tell yourself the next story will be better and remember the last story is better than you think it is. make your chapters as long or as short as you feel is right, post as often or as sparingly as you need. share on other social media once you're done if you want, people want to know there is more of the thing they love in the world, you know? you're offering a gift, and that's kind.

i know that all the advice in the world is basically useless unless you see it at the right moment you need it, and none of my advice is anything that you haven't heard before, but if you need a sign that it's time to pull the trigger, that you are allowed to post things, that people want to see your work, that you're welcome and important to the community by sharing your voice—please take this post as that sign. be confident, because you deserve that confidence, and hit post <3

#best of luck !!!#i hope this answer is what you wanted to know #please lmk if you have any other questions etc #this is such a kind ask and i appreciate it so much #fanfic stuff #fandom stuff

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randomfoggytiger · 10 months ago

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Fics That Deserve More Comments (Part IV)

Back on the fic list grind with a part four~!

**Note: Will ghost edit later.**

Loose chronological order below~

@hipsbef0rehands/Millenial_Falcon’s(WBM/WBM)

What do you think Mulder and Scully's best days were, respectively, as children?

He took her onto the navy ship which he he worked, showing her everything from the command room to the engine room. He took her to the tiny bunk beds where the crew slept, the head, and the kitchen. Young Dana looked at the living arrangements in horror. When he took her to the forward dock of the ship and she could see the vast ocean before her. It was then that she understood her fathers love for the sea and adopted the same passion. It was this day that her love and respect for her father grew immensely, and sometimes where she needs to take a break from life and retreat to her happy place, it is on the dock of that ship.

Mulder and Scully come to separate but important realizations as starry-eyed children.

4. Mulder shopping for Scully

It had been easy in the past, with women like Diana and Phoebe, he found the most dazzling expensive piece of jewelry and they were happy. The gifts were nice but he never really put much thought into them. That wasn't Scully.

Post IVF-- Mulder wants to pick the perfect gift for Scully's birthday after the IVF and before the impending millennium.

BED SHARING

Scully continued on with he night-time ritual of putting on her pajamas, fluffing up her pillows, and turning down her sheets, when Mulder emerged from the bathroom. He plopped unceremoniously onto the bed disrupting the sheets that she had just perfected.

Pre-Dating-- Mulder and Scully take their own personal liberties.

20. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

Heaving herself out of the sunken cushion of the battered chair, she pushed it closer to Mulder’s bedside. Once settled back into the Scully-shaped indent she had managed to create over the last three days, she hesitantly reached out and took Mulder’s hand in hers. Despite his improving condition, fear wound around her heart, squeezing out all hope and replacing it with the heavy weight of despair. He could very easily be ripped from her life once again.

Deadalive Scully waits (and begs) for Mulder to wake up.

A Nice Hike in the Woods (Ao3)

“Mulder, are we out here looking for aliens?”

“No” he chuckled. He held his arms out. They were surrounded by pine trees in various shapes and sizes. “Well…” he said. “Pick one”.

Scully raised her eyebrows looking up and down, questioning him with her eyes.

“No, Scully, a tree…. pick one”

Pre-IWTB Mulder tries to make their unremarkable house a home.

You're told to write/direct/produce a msr scene of your own doing for one of the revival episodes.......go.

Taking her left hand he raised it to the level of their eyes. Gently, he began to play with the silver band that no longer adorned her neck but once again, her ring finger.

“I gave this to you almost 4 years ago. I never made good on my promise.”

Revival Mulder and Scully are back on the road and back together, giddy and happy and ready for the next step.

Babylon Headcanon

“She is a doctor, Scully.”

“Yeah, so I’ve heard. Well, Mulder, I’ve been a doctor for a lot longer and let me tell you, if you ever do anything like that again, I will have you committed.”

“Scully… you know I will, eventually” he said with a smile.

Babylon Mulder cannot, of course, escape a Scully scolding.

You're the only one I trust (archive.org)

A free-floating assortment of The X-Files fics that are fun to scroll down and read.

mad_martha's (annex-files, x-sites)

Pilot Flipped (Ao3)

In contrast to the corridor outside, the office was brightly lit and austerely neat, its untidiest feature being a pinboard near the door that was covered in newspaper cuttings and photographs. Even those were arranged in a semblance of order. There was a desk which, apart from a stack of ageing files, a set of document trays and a slide projector, seemed to be empty of even normal office equipment; and a set of shelves around the walls filled with orderly rows of books and box files. Mulder couldn't remember the last time he'd seen any office in the Bureau looking so tidy, and he included the Director's inner sanctum in that assessment.

AU-- Pilot Mulder is assigned to Scully.

9 Minutes

The label inside the blouse collar bore the name of one of Scully's favourite outfitters and as she examined it, noting that the size was also her own, she made a disturbing discovery. Just inside the neck of the blouse lay a small tangled gold chain and cross.

Scully's fingers flew to her own neck, where an identical cross, given to her by her mother on her fifteenth birthday, lay against her skin. What the –

Her thoughts were suddenly jerked away by a distant scrabbling sound, barely audible above the noise of the machines around her....

Scully jumped to her feet. That voice had been familiar. "Mulder!" she shouted, hearing her voice echo horribly.

No reply, but there was a series of thumps and grunts, brought up finally by a loud thud.

AU-- Pilot Scully flashes to the FTF hallway in the 9 minutes she and Mulder lose on the road.

Conversations

There was a pause as she tried to hang onto her anger and hurt, but Scully's innate sense of what was fair wouldn't allow this statement to pass unchallenged. "I don't know about that, Mulder," she observed ruefully. "I can think of a couple of occasions when I haven't been particularly fair to you. More than a couple, if I'm honest."

"I won't argue you with you, but nothing you've done, or imagine you've done, can possibly match how unfair I've been to you over the past five years."

"I don't want to play "my blame's bigger than your blame" either."

Mulder gave a rough chuckle. "Okay."

Pre-Dating-- Mulder and Scully get nudged and scolded by her family (twice) and Skinner (once) before they finally confront their S6 hurts and confess their love... in a cave-in.

@two-microscopes/twomicroscopes's

Sicktember 2022 Day 12: Psychogenic (Ao3)

He swallowed. “Scully, even if that’s what I’ve done to you–”

“Don’t make this about yourself.”

“Take care of yourself.”

S1 Scully's health keeps breaking down in her overexuberance to keep up; and Mulder, worried, tries to look out for her.

Sicktember 2022 Day 1 (Ao3)

“Chicken soup, I said–I said I’d bring you some,” he spluttered.

He was so desolate, it tugged at her heart.

“Buffalo chicken pizza soup, to be specific, I guess.”

Scully is sick and snappy about Mulder's mother henning, but relents.

Sicktember 2022 - Chapter 4

“Do you just want to get into pajamas now?”

“Mulder,” she sighed, slumping onto one bed, “you know they took our luggage.”

Ah, yes, when the vengeful cultists also smashed their rental car’s windows and slit its tires. They were nothing if not thorough. You had to grant them that.

Scully is running a temperature, and Mulder gets her to a motel as fast as he can with slashed tires and missing luggage.

Sicktember 2022 Day 5 (Ao3)

He leaned closer and drew a deep, argumentative breath against his congestion, instead sneezing dramatically.

“Great, now I have your germs all over me.”

Scully insists on taking Mulder home after he keeps sneezing in the office.

Sicktember 2022 Day 20 (Ao3)

They’d last seen each other at that briefing–was that three days ago already? By then even Mulder had admitted this case might not be an X-file.

No, a serial killer was ravaging across DC and their already non-existent work-life balance.

Buried in their office, Mulder swam in a sea of tissues, too.

Scully skips an autopsy to care for her sick, insomniac partner.

Sicktember 2022 Day 3: Painkillers (Ao3)

In the dim light, he could make out Scully’s eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. She rolled her head towards him as he leaned down to touch her matted hair. This was worse than he’d been expecting.

Cancer arc-- Mulder rushes to help Scully, reasoning past her refusal to take painkiller meds.

Sicktember 2022 Day 9: Home Remedy (Ao3)

“Scully? Scully!” Mulder called through their adjoining motel rooms’ door.

Faster than a conspirator to a smoke shop, she rushed out of bed and burst into his room.

Post Redux II Mulder's nose bleeds; and Scully rushes in to assess the injury and calm their panic.

Sicktember 2022 Day 10: Excessive Use of Tissues (Ao3)

Here Scully was, curled up with her Capote novella. Only Jeopardy playing in the background split her attention. Oh, and her sickly partner sniffing on her couch.

“Mulder, for the last time, blow your nose.”

“But, Scully,” he whined from her couch, “I just did.”

Dating-- Mulder is sniffly during a cozy night in.

@hamster-on-fire/fade_into_the_dusk_with_me's For The Sake Of Driving (Ao3)

‘I just. I need to drive, Scully.’

It’s trivial & bizarre & it really is too late....

‘Yeah- um, yeah, alright.’ She nods along to herself, as if he can see her. As if it matters.

Car rides shared between Mulder and Scully through the years.

@sunlightscully's

Travel

There are moments where he makes a fool of himself in airports. He catches glimpses of dark braids, swinging for just a moment before disappearing into the throng of people, and finds that his hands are shaking. She is forever escaping him, forever just a few steps ahead, and his chest tightens with the absolute conviction that it was her, that those braids belonged to her and now he has lost her again in the crowd.

It happens for the first time around Scully. She reaches for her gun and then his hand. He is incredibly grateful, suddenly; he hadn’t realized he’d been afraid that she wouldn’t.

Early seasons Mulder and Scully bond in airports, learning to appreciate each other.

City in the Clouds

He tells her he wants to settle down in the country, grow old where he can see the stars. He tells her she could be a mother, and she thinks for the first time of settling down with him. Fleetingly, she sees herself in the window of a little white farmhouse, wearing an apron. Cooking oatmeal.

She couldn’t stand it.

Scully realizes, years later, that she did want to live Home Mulder's domestic dream.

Kitchen

On the tabletop, her index finger splashes into a small pool of blood. “Come on,” she says, and Mulder leans obediently forward. The cut isn’t bad, or deep – head wounds always look worse than they actually are – but she dabs at it anyway, cleaning the blood away, applying disinfectant. He hisses, tries to move away, but she has one hand pressed to the top of his head, holding him steady.

Scully cleans up Mulder's latest injuries; and the two make a laughing but important blood brother pact.

Food

“There’s cheese on your mouth,” she says, and he tries to see it in the reflexion of the window but the car weaves and she grabs his arm instinctively.

“Mulder! Watch the road, I’ll do it.”

She wipes the corner of his mouth crudely with the scratchy brown napkin.

Mulder realizes he loves Scully while they eat food in the car, scratchy napkins and celestial comparisons serving as evidence for his belief.

Beautitudes

“I can’t accept it,” he says, and she wants to say, “You have to, it’s happening,” and, “There’s nothing anyone can do about it,” but he wouldn’t believe that either.

He makes everything harder.

Somehow, though, she is thankful. He’s fighting for her, and no one fights harder than Mulder.

Scully and Mulder support each other through their shared and separate tragedies.

My_Love_Forever's

The Strength of Their Beliefs

Sometimes he talks. Don't leave. I need you to stay. Keep fighting. I'll make them pay for this. I don't know who did this. I can't let them let you go and I can't make you stay.

One Breath Mulder desperately clutches Scully's necklace while Scully feels his gaze, even in her coma.

The Realization of Weakness

Hidden in the back of his mind, the thought of not finding the thought of the Scully he lost. He has noticed that things faze her that she never blinked at before. Now she turns away and says she needs a moment when she is faced with the horrors of the world where previously she would have been fired up with rage at the perpetuator and would be shooting down his theories with facts. That is one of the things he missed most when she was taken for that long time; he would say "I think you have a vampire problem here" and pause, expecting her to take a deep breath and start listing all the reasons why that can't be after her exasperated "Mulder."

Irresistible Mulder wants to help support or heal Scully, hoping that, somehow, he is.

Waiting, in Reverse Order

For once, in a change of pace, she waits at his bedside. They have changed places, one sleeps on the bed and the other keeps a vigil in the uncomfortable chair at the bedside. Last time she was the one in the bed and he was waiting but now they have changed. She saved his life and waits at his bedside, hoping that her last memory of him is not the one where he ditches her to keep her safe.

End Game Scully waits in the hospital instead of Mulder, for once.

Viridian5's

Blowing Smoke

"Things are tough all over," I replied in my best hard-boiled voice.

He smiled darkly. "A change is gonna come..."

"Yeah?"

"You may not see me again. I think I'll be getting a promotion soon. I only had to stab a few backs to capture it."

S2 thug observes Krycek on a break.

Haunted

//As the roar and keening whistle grew louder, I stood up and walked into the trough between the rails. With an increasing feeling of clarity and peace, I turned to face my ride. When I threw the empty bottle against the rails, I couldn't help smiling at the sharp, crashing sound it made as it shattered. It sounded final. The approaching train looked liked a darker, moving cutout in the night. Except for the flashing lights.

//The lights.

//I couldn't move. Terror and a bone-deep feeling of loss gripped me along with paralysis as the flickering lights froze me in place. I couldn't see through the glare, and I heard someone screaming, and I could swear it was a girl, and she was screaming words, but I couldn't make them out, even as I sensed that she yelled the same word over and over again, and I was helpless and couldn't move again...

//NOT LIKE THIS! FIGHT! MOVE!

Mulder is transported to the memories of his childhood suicidal ideations while investigating a ghost and train tracks casefile.

Dead to the World

He looked so pale and still lying there. He had something odd, something that had left bruises and abrasions, wrapped tightly around his neck. Two more lines of that something enveloped his wrists. When she felt his neck to search for a pulse her fingers brushed it and quickly shied away. It was warm, moist, and alive. The other end of each of the lines trailed off into the darkness.

But he still lived. She took a scalpel from her coat pocket and prepared to cut him loose.

Mulder's eyes slowly opened, as if consciousness didn't come easily. She watched so many emotions flicker through them before he settled on blankness.

S5 Mulder willingly lets a monster parading as Samantha kill him; and Scully watches, horrified at his suicidal tendencies.

Circle - Chapter 1

It’d be interesting to see what Alex’s Consortium would be like. Maybe no better. Maybe his would even be worse.

But he was the one paying me.

AU-- Cashier rises through the Consortium ranks with the help of Krycek... only to face him again, years later, in a darker context.

Unprotected

"You have a neck brace on. You could have been killed. It was a stupid thing to do."

Mulder couldn't tell if he felt rage or despair. It teetered from one side to the next from second to second. He told myself that she was just upset that he'd ditched her and injured himself again, but--

He remembered why he never confessed anything to her or anyone if he could avoid it.

An injured Mulder feels alone after a careless comment from Scully.

7-Eleven Nightmares at 3 a.m.

Mulder was surprised his whole head didn't get devoured in his last yawn, which felt like it had split his face. //If I were a cartoon character...//

An insomniac Mulder is bored out of his mind... then starts to question his sanity after spotting a cup of very black, very oily diner coffee.

Starbuck_Lover's Under The Milky Way - Chapter 1

“You insisted I come with you in the middle of the night, you won’t tell me where we’re going, and you’re being incredibly vague,” she gestured wildly, “Excuse me for noticing a pattern.”

“You’ll love it,” he beamed at her, “I promise.”

Mulder wakes Scully up, taking her to a field to watch the stars.

Deb Longley's

Whistlewood - Chapter 1

I take a little longer than I should to turn back around, but the room behind me has transformed: it is lit softly, by candles fixed on each side of the fireplace, casting amber halos on the walls, and the fireplace now has a fire, which has burned down to nothing but softly smoldering ashes....

I swing back in his direction. He hasn't budged. Unexpectedly, he moves past me into the room, startling me into a yelp which he doesn't seem to hear.

An unconscious Mulder witnesses the vision of a dead man sledgehammer his family.

The Fear Place

I wonder what other people see when they look at him; the man is beautiful with his wild, windblown dark hair, and eyes, and tall, lean frame. A few of them are audacious enough to look him up and down, but they usually stop when they get to his eyes. He's thirty-eight, but he has the eyes of an old soul. He sees deep, and through, observing things that others overlook. He looks at smiles and perceives the lies hiding behind them. He sees the truth.

Mulder's messed-up knee and mother-son dynamic drives him to call Scully on Thanksgiving for reinforcements. Tena finally relents, if only a little.

story_monger's Predictable

He’s predictable, and he knows that.

Want to see the Mulder guy do some flips? Stick him in front of a missing child’s report; make it a little girl with dark hair. Watch him run.

He feels sick....

They should know that there’s a girl missing, and she has dark hair, and she’s supposed to turn ten in a week.

Mulder loathes his own reactions to cases similar to Samantha's; and Scully helps him to calm and get some sleep.

enigmaticblue's

True Hearts

He’s told Scully that the truth will set them both free, but he feels like a hypocrite for saying it. Mulder believes in the truth, he trusts in its power, and yet he’s hiding the truth from his partner.

Mulder has half-convinced himself that it’s not important, that they have to get through this crisis first. He owes Scully the truth, but he can’t bring himself to add to her burden.

Post Memento Mori Mulder feels guilt over not telling Scully about her ova.

Let Them Eat Cake

Scully peruses the plate of donuts at the end of the table, irritated when she realizes that cake donuts are all that’s left. She feels someone lean in close behind her, and an arm snakes around to snag one of the chocolate-frosted ones with multi-colored sprinkles.

She glances over her shoulder to see Mulder’s grin. “You didn’t want that one, did you, Scully?”

She resists rolling her eyes through a strong effort of will. “I don’t like cake donuts, Mulder.”

“Cake donuts are the best kind,” Mulder protests, taking a big bite, catching the crumbs with his tongue.

S6 Mulder and Scully debate donuts at a team-building conference.

Under the Mistletoe

“Hm?” He adjusted his glasses as he looked up at her.

“Is there something you wanted to tell me?”

“About what?”

“You know about what.”

He frowned, clearly confused. “No, I don’t know. What did I do?”

Scully pointed to the mistletoe, waiting for him to confess, or at least smirk. Instead, his face remained completely innocent—although that didn’t mean much, since this was Mulder.

Pre-Dating-- Scully notices but avoids the mistletoe. Mulder does not.

Reflections

His old man had missed Vietnam, but Doggett had an uncle who’d joined up. He’d heard a few stories, most while on leave after boot camp. Uncle Duane seemed to think they shared a connection that hadn’t been there before, and he talked about steamy nights that were filled with gunfire and the smell of reefer.

Later, much later, when he’d been given an honorable discharge after Beirut, Uncle Duane had talked about the horror of watching your friends get limbs blown off, of hands stained with the blood of innocents.

Pre-This Is Not Happening Skinner shares the details of the Unrequited case with Doggett. Both wonder what was and wasn't worth it.

A Strong Shoulder

The knock on the door came as a surprise around ten, and Scully heaved herself up off the couch, one hand on her back for support. A quick glance through the peephole had her hurrying to open the door.

Mulder stood there, a crooked grin on his face, his eyes a little lost, a little vulnerable. “Hey.”

Post Three Words Mulder slowly drifts in, glad Scully wants him to stay even if he's handling reentry badly.

All I Ever Get For Christmas Is Blue

Scully gave thanks that William was such a good-natured baby; he stirred once as she bundled him up, opening his eyes sleepily, then immediately closed them again once he was secure in his carrier. Keys in hand, she set the car seat down in the hallway to lock the door behind her, then froze as she heard footsteps.

How was it that she could recognize his walk after he’d been gone for months? How was it that she could sense him coming even though she had no expectation of his arrival?

AU-- S9 Mulder returns to Scully and William for Christmas; but he leaves again, though both wishes he could stay.

@cauldronoflove/thegoodthebadandthenerdy's

Close Your Eyes, Be Patient

He stood in his forlorness like it was a new winter coat. It was draped across the downward curve of his shoulders, tugging impishly at his struggling-to-remain-steady mouth. It wasn't that she'd never seen him like this - as much as he tried to hide it, she knew there were certain cases that kept him awake long into the night, same as her - it was just that she'd never seen it so set in.

Pre-Dating-- Scully makes a calculated effort to carefully disentangle Mulder from his mind.

The Prairie State Debate

Dinner twisted away like dandelion wishes, table plated in hard plastic cups and warm to the touch dishes. The tea was syrupy sweet, made by the hand of a true Southern child despite their current place on the map, and the food sported heavy gravys and savory score marks - a combination that left Scully, two servings and only yeses for 'would you like a refill?' Scully, ready to collapse into the gossamer sheets of her bed until tomorrow.

But when she felt fingers on the rise of her shoulder, heard an absence of footsteps beside her, glanced up at a dazzling marquee, she lead the way in to the theater. She was tired, yes, but she had been more so, no doubt would be same time next week, and these moments like monthly allowances were something she needed as much as anything.

Dating-- Scully remembers their first not-date.

••• - •- -•--

It's dark out, moonlit sky extrapolating between the slats of still open blinds, but he gets the sense that it's not the same night he remembers falling asleep in. The only other light is a small lamp somewhere above him, casting low light that does nothing for his pale, thin skin. He looks fragile, even from his own estimates - battered and bruised and made from poorly picked and sewn together parts.

He can't help but think he doesn't deserve the smile he finds waiting for him, not in this state. That doesn't stop her though....

Scully saves a drugged up, nearly dead Mulder.

All I Need's a Fraction of Your Happy Heart

Scully ducked her head into the street, looking both ways before bustling across the crosswalk, Mulder following a single footstep behind. To onlookers, their height difference was exasperated as they hitched their arms up and jogged quickly through the sounds of honking traffic, but it never seemed to cross their minds. When they picked back up on the sidewalk, he ducked his head and leaned forward, just enough so she could hear him, just enough so she could let a laugh kick up her throat.

AU-- Scully, giddy and freshly married on a case, reflects on the events that led to their mutual proposal, and courthouse wedding.

Gravity, Oh Gravity

because the second thing he sees is scully. scully in a shirt he's had to have seen her in a thousand times, the one he thinks is green, but isn't sure because his eyes have always betrayed him. his eyes have to be betraying him. scully and-

and and and

(and his heart stops beating.)

it thunders back to life as he stumbles forward, legs feeling like they've been chopped from his body and reattached in the wrong direction.

AU-- This Is Not Happening Mulder wakes on the ground to the stars and Scully's face. Even Skinner cries.

Looking Back Over My Shoulder (I See it Clear as Day)

There are few people that Mulder is okay with calling him Fox. Admittedly, they're all named Scully....

Her sister isn't, though.

Revival Mulder and Scully chuckle over Melissa's ghost's audacity to chew out her sister's partner.

@youweremytouchstone's First time she winked at him!

He looks back over at the door. As usual, nobody down her except for him this early in the morning. He turns his attention to the cases piling up on his desk.

And then in a flash, she’s at his desk, looking at him like she’s been there the last hour.

Dating-- Scully enjoys teasing Mulder and pretending it never happened.

@pukajen's (Ao3, LJ) Sleep Cycle

Even all these years later, it feels like a stolen moment to watch him sleep peacefully; undrugged, unconcussed, in their bed, the one they've shared for years. So many times in the past she's kept vigil over his hospital bed, watching him sleep, worried he'd never wake up.

Revival Scully still loves watching Mulder sleep.

@dinascully/unsedentary's Miles Adrift

She said something about being blinded by someone’s brights, losing control, ending up in the ditch, and he tries not to think about whether or not this was an accident. He’s already called Skinner.

He waits a few minutes before trying to start the car again. If he’s lucky, they’ll be on their way and home before Scully wakes up. But the car has other plans – it coughs pitifully, whines, and refuses to go anywhere.

Breakup-- Scully and Mulder reconnect after a car accident. His car breaks down, forcing them to have a tearful conversation.

Thanks for reading~

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Quicksand

Fem Reader x Sir Crocodile

20 Chapters - 46,838 words

Read it on Ao3 or Wattpad

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations, yandere, angst with a happy ending, a referenced instance of physical abuse. 18+ only

Note: There's an alternative version of this story that picks up at chapter six that will be available as well. It goes darker and harder than the original. ♥

Chapter 1: The Nitty-Gritty

It was great for people who didn't really want to fill out tons of questionaries, or worry about uploading photos, or dealing with talking about themselves.

For you it was nice because after a few failed relationships, and with a job that took a lot of your time, it was an easy way to get yourself back into the whole idea of dating.

The restrictions lifted tomorrow, Wednesday, and as you got ready for work you were humming to yourself.

"Hey boss, I won't be available this weekend." You explain, handing over another paper for Buggy to review. "So if something goes wrong you'll have to call Alvida."

"Are we expecting anything unusual this weekend?" He questions calmly.

"Alright, (Y/N), just make sure to let Alvida know that Galdino's going to be the one reaching out. I'm off this weekend as well."

Buggy flinches. "Right."

"It's at our branch this month, Buggy."

Your boss sighs. "That's the problem."

You laugh. "It is harder to 'accidentally' miss it due to traffic when it's here."

"You're being a little too flashy, Miss (Y/N)." He grumbles.

"And yet you still appreciate me." You quip, giving him a smile before walking out to get back to your own work.

You: One more day \o/

Him: I'm glad your enthusiasm hasn't waned.

You: At this rate I'm worried I'll be exhausted come Saturday. I'm really looking forward to this.

Him: Plans can be easily adjusted if need be.

You: Joking aside, I'm sure I'll manage. Though, I have to admit that today has caused me to be very curious about something. >_>

Him: Oh?

You: Well, it seems my boss at work has requested this weekend off as well. O_O

Him: Ah-ha. Did you request your time off today?

You: I did.

Him: Then I wouldn't worry. I didn't have any of my employees request time off to me directly today.

You: Oh good.

Him: My condolences to your boss.

You: lol he's not a bad guy, but that would've been incredibly awkward.

Him: It would've been a mark against you wanting to meet someone new, as well.

You: You're not wrong.

You: Admittedly, I wouldn't hold it against you if we did know one another.

Him: That's reassuring. Though, if I do know you, then I have done myself a great disservice for not knowing you well enough until now.

. . . . .

You: Good morning, I can't stay on and talk much right now, there's an event at work I need to be in early for. Looking forward to talking to you tonight!

Him: Much anticipated.

With the owner gone, everyone burst into action and the several moments later the casino came alive as the doors opened to the public and the day began properly.

Only eight more hours to go before you could start making proper plans for the coming weekend.

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The Winter Wraith: Chapter 41

Summary: the Wraith goes on a bit of a killing spree, the Avengers step in.

Word count: < 2k

Warnings: a bit more violence than usual

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"Shit." Bucky's curse was accompanied by a hiss of breath from Lenkov, their shared realisation coming two seconds too late.

"What is it?" Black Widow's voice came over the intercoms.

Joined by Tony's, "Care to update the rest of us?"

Bucky gave Lenkov a nod, trusting the doctor to explain it better than him. "Captain Jürgen Hoffman just activated the termination sequence."

"The hell is that?" demanded Sam.

Bucky's mind was racing, tyring to work out what this meant for the mission, for Y/n. "She calls is her 'kill mode'."

"That doesn't sound good." Steve prompted from beside Bucky, eyebrows creased in confusion.

Lenkov picked the narrative back up. "That's because it isn't. Her commands have gone from fighting to killing. Her new objective is to make sure not a single soul makes it off this mountain."

There was a moment of silence before Steve clarified, "Not anyone?"

"Death doesn't discriminate my friend. Hydra or S.H.I.E.L.D, she won't stop until she's killed everyone or is dead herself. Hoffman is the only one safe, and the only one who can save her from herself. Until he deactivates the command, there's nothing to help her."

"Can't you do that?" questioned Sam.

Lenkov shook his head slowly. "The deactivation code is new every time, given before he turns her."

"Well, what do we do?" Unease laced Wanda's words.

It was Steve who answered. "Pull S.H.I.E.L.D. out. If you're right about this thing," Steve focused on Bucky and Lenkov, "then she'll keep Hydra occupied. There's no point wasting our own resources. Tell Fury to have S.H.I.E.L.D take up the defensive, avoid engaging but keep Hydra contained. Tony, Sam, Wanda, keep an eye on the Wraith and keep her distracted. The rest of us will get inside."

There was something so disturbing about watching someone take lives so calmly, so relaxed. Bucky watched the gruesome show unfold, like some unwilling theatregoer. She stalked right through the middle of the carnage like no bullet would dare touch her. She wasn't wrong, no one noticed her appearance until it was too late. Bucky breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that not a single S.H.I.E.L.D agent was to be seen. Fury rarely questioned Steve in moments like this, and S.H.I.E.L.D was a well-oiled machine, they moved off the site faster than even Bucky had anticipated. The first soldier the Wraith approached barely spared her a glance, what did they have to fear from their own comrade? The Wraith had already moved on before the body hit the ground.

The second agent, bunkered behind the same car, seemed to pause for only a moment before realisation seemed to strike. One hand raised the gun, and Bucky just made out the panicked shout, the warning they issued to the others, but it had barely passed their lips before the Wraith's own gun had one less bullet.

Tentative weapons retrained on the Wraith, soldiers torn between taking out their captain's prized possession and self-preservation.

They were 30 feet from the metal bunker doors now, barely hidden. Bucky would almost go through all this again just to rewatch the look of rage and confusion smeared across that scumbag of a captain's face as he realised what S.H.I.E.L.D had done. He was taking out his own soldiers, having made the fatal mistake of forgetting both Lenkov and Bucky had once been a part of their vial cult.

Hoffam stepped forward, stepped back. Did he leave them all to die or get the Wraith back under control? Did he face a massacre of his own soldiers or admit S.H.I.E.L.D outsmarted him?

Under for the cover of all the confusion, Nat and Steve slinked past the pacing Hoffman and into the bowels of the building. Bucky remained near the entrance, weapons at the ready.

They sat in tense silence as the Hydra agents fought for their lives. Any other day Bucky would have been indifferent to the soldiers dying, they were on the wrong side after all. But as the minutes ticked by the screaming didn't stop. A small, reluctant voice whispered, she's taking her time and he knew it was true. It was times like these he was reminded that despite all the memories and feeling wrapped around Y/n, the Wraith remained a cruel, brutal creature.

Clint was the first to speak up. "I know they're the bad guys, but should we do something?" He was hesitant, but the discomfort at his front row seat to the massacre prompted him.

Sam cleared his throat once. Twice. "It's a bloodbath. Hydra or not I don't feel right about this."

Another minute ticked by, and if anything, the anguished cries only grew in number. "This is wrong." Wanda's statement couldn't be argued with, and a slightly confused at what exactly was happening but overall determined agreement seemed to settle over the group.

Fury's stern voice sounded over the intercoms. "Do not compromise the mission."

But their minds had been made up. "I think informants could be quite useful, don't you guys think?" Tony ignored Fury's demand.

"Don't argue with-"

"I think he just cut out. Real shame." The smirk was clear in the billionaire's tone.

The plan was simple: Bucky and Clint would subdue Hoffman. They were close enough for it all to be over in a matter of moments – the man was vulnerable, off guard as his plan fell to pieces around him. There were certainly outside defences on the bunker, but if they moved in fast enough, they could use the Hydra captain as a shield – they wouldn't shoot their commanding officer.

One. Two. Three. Diving out from the shadows, one of Bucky's hands wrenched back the man's shoulder as his leg connected with the back of Hoffman's knee, brining him to the ground. A startled yell escaped the man, his head thrashed side to side like a wild animal, desperation cracking the façade of dignified general. "Wraith!" The man screamed, spit flying from his mouth.

From where she stood over a disembowelled man, intestines still gripped in her hand – had she ripped them out herself? – she slowly turned towards Hoffman's pleas. She took a step forwards. Another step. Assessing the situation.

"There are five of us and one of you. Doesn't matter how fast you are, move an inch and he dies." Clint's words carried across the barren snowfield, now almost devoid of life. The Wraith twirled the organs between her fingers, red dripping down her arm, grinning at the outright disgust and horror on her audience's faces. She let them fall to the ground with a wet squelch, staining the snow as she looked to Hoffman for orders.

Bucky twisted the man's arm to an unholy angle as he issued the ultimatum with an icy calmness. "Deactivate her."

"Or we kill you both," Tony added.

He didn't think Tony was bluffing, and Bucky's hand was already on his gun ready to fight. His mind was a whirlwind, Hoffman was the enemy but now he might have to battle Tony as well. Would the others side with or against him? He barely registered the sleek metal in his grip before a pressure seemed to prevent him from fully removing the gun from its holster. He glanced down, taking a moment to recognise the soft scarlet aura coating his gun. He found Wanda in the wide circle forming around Hoffman and the Wraith. She gave the smallest shake of her head, but she didn't look entirely certain either.

Bucky released the gun, for now.

Hoffman was staring them all down, mouth working soundlessly as he tried and failed to think of some smart remark, some deal he could strike. He settled for spitting at their feet.

He didn't have a choice. The man he pretended to be would have rather gone down with the ship, but the man he was would do anything to stay afloat. He was a coward, outlined in every action, every movement he made. A sneer marring his face, remaining eye narrowed in distaste, he nodded to the Wraith.

She stalked closer again, and Bucky's heart stammered as he became the closest he had been to her in far too long. "That's close enough," came Tony's warning, as she stood two metres from the captain.

There was a moment of silence before Hoffman muttered some sequence, most of the words lost to the wind. What Bucky thought he heard didn't make sense, and he gathered whatever trigger words Hoffman used must have been impossible to guess.

The Wraith stared at him. Blinked once. Twice. Visibly relaxed, shoulders releasing tension. She took a step away from Hoffman, flexed her fingers. Then, her eyes darted from Avenger to Avenger surrounding her, defensive again, but questioning. Did she even recall what just happened?

She looked like a cornered animal, eyes jumping from Hoffman to Tony to Wanda back to Hoffman. But something was off, although Bucky wasn't sure what. Despite the confusion and rage so clearly painted on her face, there was just something calculated about the movements. The agitated flexing of her hands, the slightly quickened breath, it all seemed so genuine. Too genuine. When had the Wraith ever let her unease be visible?

Bucky looked to Wanda, hoping for some idea of what was going on in the Wraith's mind, but the witch had her eyes locked on the soldier, and Bucky gathered she was still being denied access to the Wraith's mind. Damn telepaths.

Lenkov had taken a cautious step forward, hand turned up like he was placating a wild animal. She turned to him, cycling through recognition followed by shock, and finally settling on relieved confusion but there was just something not quite right. What was going on?

He took another step forward and a small, relieved smile pulled at the Wraith's mouth. And that's when Bucky realised – this was the Wraith, Hoffman had lied. Stop. Wait. The words were lost in Bucky's throat because it was too late.

Lenkov stood stock-still, locked in a staring contest with the Wraith as a small river of blood began to leak from his eye. From his mouth. Trickling down his chin. There was a creaking, cracking, groaning sound and Lenkov whispered in a raspy, weak breath, "Y/n?" She stared at him, odd little smile now on her face, and raised an eyebrow. "I forgive you."

And then his arms were torn from his body. Then his legs. And finally his head, with a gurgling scream as his skin stretched and remaining body thrashed against the fatal force tearing him limb from limb. And all the while Hoffman laughed as Lenkov screamed, someone else was shouting and then there was another sound, something that had Bucky moving on extinct.

The sound of Stark's repulsors came to a crescendo as Bucky trained his gun on the man seconds way from killing Y/n. Almost instantly Bucky became aware of Sam's own weapon trained on him, but Bucky couldn't care less, his focus remained on Stark.

A flash of scarlet and Hoffman was clawing at his throat, arms swinging wildly as Clint struggled to hold him down. "Not the time," Wanda ground out between clenched teeth. It took two long seconds before Sam turned his gun back to Hoffman, and Bucky reluctantly followed suit.

Hoffman's eye burned red with whatever magic Wanda was scraping through his mind. "Fine!" he screamed, "I'll do it." He practically crawled to the Wraith, who had turned to Wanda, prepared to protect her captain but outmatched by the Avengers around her.

"зимний ветер... летнее солнце... мороз оттаял." (Winter wind... summer sun... the frost has thawed.)

Bucky barely understood the smear of words Hoffman slurred, but he did understand the cloudy daze of someone having their mind released. He recognised the slow, sluggish recollection. And he understood all to well the regret, the disbelief, as you realised what you had done.

#buckyxreader #reader x bucky barnes #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #wintersoldierxreader #winter soldier

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*Pogue for Life* Secret of the Gnomon Part 1

The plane finally makes it to Orinoco. Jo is sitting across from John B and Sarah.

Buzz is still sitting in the cockpit with the pilot and Ward is sleeping on the other side of the plane.

"Is he asleep?" John B asks Sarah.

She stands up and walks over to her father.

She snaps her fingers in front of his face and he doesn't move.

"Yeah." she whispers.

She sits back down so they can talk.

John B leans forward with the map so the girls can see.

"So Tres Rocas, that is where Neville said we will find the guy. Solana is an archaeological site. I think that is where they're taking my dad." John B says as he looks at the map.

"Neville said that the site should be around here." John B points to the spot on the map.

Jo and Sarah share a look with each other.

"This? This is the map we're following?" Sarah asks skeptically as she takes the map from him to look at it.

"He's the only guy who has been there Sarah." John B states.

"I'm not gonna lie, this map is gonna be hard for us to follow. We don't know the area. We're gonna be in trouble." Jo states.

"I know that. But we need to save my dad and find El Dorado. We can do this guys." John B says.

Jo smiles softly at him.

"You're right. We have my dad too so he will definitely be help." Jo comments.

Ward snores and catches their attention.

"Are you sure he doesn't know anything?" John B asks Sarah.

She shakes her head.

"Not from me. I sure as hell didn't tell him anything." she tells him.

Buzz walks into the cabin from the cockpit.

"We're getting ready to land kids. Buckle up and get ready." Buzz tells them.

"Ok, Dad thanks." Jo says to him.

Buzz turns around and locks eyes with Ward.

He just shakes his head and walks back into the cockpit with the pilot.

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Once the plane lands, everyone gets up to leave.

Jo walks off the plane behind John B.

"I can't help but think about the others. Do you think they are able to make it?" Jo asks.

"You know how JJ is. He would have found a way to get everyone here." John B reassures Jo.

"Sarah!"

The group turns around to see Ward walking out of the plane.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Sarah storms back over to him.

"I'm coming with you." Ward states.

Buzz rushes over to Ward.

"You can barely walk. You need to get back to where you're staying and let these kids find John."

"You got us here like you said you would. Thank you for that. But you need to go back to Guadeloupe." Sarah argues.

"You're all in over your head. You need my help!" Ward argues.

"You need a doctor Dad. Go home." Sarah firmly argues.

"I can help-" Buzz cuts him off.

"Go home Ward. You've done enough. I'm not gonna say it again." Buzz stands firmly in front of Ward.

Jo grabs Sarah's hand.

"Go home Dad." Sarah turns to walk away.

"You heard her." Jo glares.

Ward raises his hands in surrender.

"Alright, you all win. Joanna take care of yourself." Ward gives her a knowing look.

"Don't worry about my daughter. She can take care of herself." Buzz says as he walks away from the plane.

Jo places her hand over her stomach and walks after John B and Sarah.

John B flags down a taxi and gives him an address.

They all pile into the taxi.

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Once the taxi driver brings them to the location, they get out and Jo looks around in awe at the busy street and all the street vendors.

She smells all the different foods that are being sold on the street and she feels her stomach grumble at being hungry.

They see fireworks going off and people in the street celebrating.

"There seems to be something going on." Sarah comments.

"Yeah like they're celebrating something." Jo continues the conversation.

John B walks over to them while Buzz pays the taxi driver.

"We have to assume that Singh already has gone upriver. We're looking for a guy named Jose. He's going to be the one to take us to the dig site." John B tells them.

Buzz walks over to the kids.

"Do you have a last name for Jose by chance?" Buzz asks.

John B shakes his head.

"No, he didn't give me a last name." John B informs them.

Buzz sighs in frustration.

"Alright, this will be harder but not impossible. River guides will probably be down by the river." Buzz suggests to them.

"Yea that's possible, but if they're like the guides back home, they're probably getting drunk in a bar." Jo states as she makes a face at the suggestion.

"So we should start looking in bars?" Sarah questions.

"Sounds like a plan to me. Let's start there." John B states.

"Divide and conquer?" Jo asks.

John B and Jo do the Pogue hand shake.

"Let's do this. Sarah and I will go this way. You and Uncle Buzz go that way. We meet back here in a half hour." John B states.

"Sounds like a plan. Be safe."

The group splits up and Jo and her dad walk the other way.

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Jo and Buzz walk into a bar.

Buzz walks over to the bar towards the bartender.

"Hi. Do you know a Jose? He's a tour guide." Buzz asks the bartender.

Jo walks over to a group of people sitting and drinking beer.

She approaches them.

"Hola! Do you guys know a tour guide named Jose?" Jo asks the men.

They all shake their heads.

Jo sighs in frustration.

She starts to get dizzy and asks for a glass of water.

The bartender hands her a glass of water and her dad eyes her suspiciously.

"What is going on with you? You have been acting weird for a few days now." Jo shakes her head and walks out of the bar.

Buzz follows closely behind her.

"Don't walk away from me Joanna! Talk to me right now." Buzz commands his daughter.

Jo stops and turns around with tears in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry Dad. I didn't mean for this to happen." she sobs.

Buzz stops moving in surprise at his daughter's sobs.

"What are you talking about? What is going on?" Buzz questions.

"I messed up big time. And I can't fix it." she tells him.

"Joanna, you're scaring me. Whatever it is you can tell me. Is it something Rafe did?"

The mention of his name just made Joanna continue to cry.

John B and Sarah make their way over to them.

"We couldn't find anyone who would know him."

John B starts but stops when he sees Joanna trying to wipe away her tears.

"Jo? What's going on?" John B asks.

"Its nothing. Everything is fine." Jo states.

"Jo something hasn't been right with you. If something is up you need to tell us." Sarah argues.

"I'm not doing this right now. We're supposed to be looking for Jose, not ganging up on me." Jo argues.

"We're not ganging up on you Jo! But something is going on and we need to know." Sarah states persistently.

"Listen, I am fine. We shouldn't be wasting this time wondering about me! We need to be searching for Big John!" Jo raises her voice at Sarah.

John B pulls Jo's arm so she backs away from Sarah.

"Please don't hurt one of your best friends right now. You only get this defensive when you know you've been caught. So just say whatever it is that's going on with you, so we can go back to searching for my dad." John B firmly tells her.

Jo shakes her head and has a look of defeat on her face.

"Okay. You're right. I should have said something a long time ago. I just didn't know how to say it. If I admit it out loud then I know it's real and I'm not ready for it to be real." Jo starts to cry.

Buzz gets a look of realization on his face.

Sarah grabs Jo's hand.

"It's okay. Whatever it is we will deal with it together."

A large commotion of yelling gets everyone's attention.

"Son of a bitch!"

They hear a loud banging and they all turn their heads to the direction the noise is coming from.

"I'll chew your arms off, you jack-off feeder fish!"

John B gets a smile on his face.

"There is only one person on this planet who would say something like that." Buzz laughs.

"Wait, are you saying-"

"That's my dad you guys!" John B states.

"Which means Singh hasn't taken him upriver yet. There is still a chance we can save him here." Buzz states as he looks around the area.

"Yeah, but how are we gonna do that?" Jo asks.

John B and Sarah turn their heads to the fireworks being let off.

"I have an idea." John B tells them.

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Jo and Sarah pay the kids and grab their fireworks.

They move across the street and line up the fireworks towards the windows of the building where Singh and his men are holding Big John.

They watch as Buzz grabs a ladder and starts to climb up to the window.

Jo lights up the first one and the flare flies into the room.

Sarah lights off hers and it flies into the house.

Jo stands up and faces Sarah.

"I'm pregnant." Sarah's eyes widen and she turns to Jo.

"What?" Sarah questions.

"I'm pregnant. It's Rafe's." Jo finally tells her.

Sarah looks at her with wide eyes.

"Does he know?" Sarah asks.

Jo shakes her head.

"I planned on telling him when we got back. Your dad knows though." Jo says.

Sarah looks confused.

"How does my dad know?" Sarah questions.

Jo shrugs her shoulders.

"He just figured it out. I'm pretty sure my dad figured it out too." She laughs humorlessly.

They turn and watch as Buzz slides in the window.

Big John looks up to see Buzz climb in the window.

"Need some help bud?" Buzz questions.

"How the hell did you get clear down here?" Big John questions.

"We got good kids who want to do the right thing." Buzz tells him.

They hear a man running back toward the room.

"How long has it been since you've been in a fight?" Big John asks Buzz.

"It's been a while. But everything is starting to come back to me."

The door bursts open and one of Singh's men charges them.

Big John reaches for the man's gun as Buzz swipes at the guy's legs knocking him to the ground.

The gun slides across the floor.

The man grabs a knife and waves it at the men.

"Get back now!" the man orders.

Big John lunges at the man as Buzz reaches for the gun.

Big John punches the man in the face.

The man head butts John.

Buzz grabs the gun and the guy is quick to kick it out of his hand.

The man kicks Buzz into the wall.

Buzz dodges the man's punch and manages to punch him in the stomach.

Buzz pushes the man away from him and reaches for the gun.

The man grabs it first and aims it at both him and Big John.

"Now sit down, both of you!" Big John and Buzz both raise their hands.

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John B reaches the ladder and starts climbing up.

Jo and Sarah run over to him.

"Be careful B please." Jo says as Sarah keeps the ladder steady.

They start to hear a struggle from above them.

"I have to save my dad." John B starts climbing up the ladder.

Gunshots fire out the window.

John B gets startled falls off the ladder and lands on the ground.

"John B!"

Sarah and Jo help him up.

They move out from underneath the ladder.

"Are you okay?" Jo asks.

He nods his head.

"How are we gonna save our dads?" John B questions Jo.

She shakes her head.

"I have no idea." she responds.

They hear more gunshots and a man falls to the ground.

John B pushes the girls behind him as they hear footsteps on the roof.

Two men drop to the ground and Jo sighs in relief when she realizes it's her dad and Big John.

"Thank god!"

Jo runs to her dad and wraps him in a hug.

"Dad?" John B's eyes widen.

"Hey, kids." Big John greets.

They hear men shouting and running towards them.

"We gotta go!" John B exclaims.

"Come on this way!"

Buzz pushes Jo ahead of him as they take off running away from the house.

Jo can feel her lungs burning as she hears everyone running behind her.

"We have to find a place to hide!" Sarah exclaims to the group.

"This way!" John B guides.

They follow John B onto a different street and they hide behind a fruit cart.

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They move away from the cart and start rushing down the street.

"Are you okay Dad? You fell out of a window!" John B questions his dad.

"I'm alright kid, no need to worry about me." Big John answers.

"If we never see Singh again it'll be too soon." Buzz comments.

Big John slaps Buzz on the back.

"Let's collect our bearings. Get the lay of the land."

Big John moves them over to the edge of the street so they can talk in private.

"Do you think we'll have enough time to make it to Solana for the solstice?" John B asks.

"Yea, but I wouldn't get too cocky. I still can't make out these glyphs." Big John states.

"I have something that might help with that."

John B pulls the paper that has the symbols translated that Pope gave him.

"This is Pope's okay. This is a family heirloom of his." John B tells his dad.

"Pope? Is he here too? Who else have you told this to?" Big John yells angrily at John B.

"Did you know about this?" He points an accusing finger at Buzz.

"Dad! It doesn't matter, alright? So just listen to me for once. This thing is like a- what did he call it?" John B trails off.

"A Rosetta Stone." Sarah and Jo answer at the same time.

"Yeah, Rosetta Stone. It's like a translation." John B explains.

"I know what the Rosetta Stone is." Big John glares at his son.

"John, you can't be serious. You guys still want to try to find El Dorado?" Buzz questions.

John glances up at his oldest friend.

"Oh course I do Buzz. This is what we were missing right here in my hand."

Big John waves up his hand that holds the translations from Pope.

"The kids were able to find the missing piece that might actually help us figure this out!" John looks at the paper.

"The gods are smiling down on us now I can feel it." John says to John B.

"Look, I'm glad that they're smiling and that we were able to help, but we have to go." John B insists.

Big John nods his head.

"You're absolutely right. I'm gonna hang onto this."

He slips the paper into his jacket pocket.

Sarah and Jo exchange looks.

"Alright, we have to go. Singh and his men are going to be looking for us. We need to head toward the river and try to find that guide." Buzz states.

"You're right. I know the way come on kids."

John leads the way and everyone follows him toward the river.

#outer banks #pogues for life #joanna mills #jj maybank #sarah cameron #pope heyward #pogues #john b routledge

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yukikorogashi · 2 years ago

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I know we have sent each other so much in the last few days, so I won't make this super long, because I know I could go on for days and days. Becky, you're such a wonderful friend to have and I am so lucky that we decided to connect the way we did way back when --- when we decided to become friends beyond little positive memes. Since then, I have enjoyed endless conversations with you and so many fun stories ( some making us holler in audacity ), but all the same. These are experiences that I am so grateful for and I know you are always going to be someone I think of when I think of my history of writing on this hell site. You have worked so hard and gone through so much --- and overcome so much. I am so very proud of you, my friend. And I mean that, 100%, from the heart. I can't tell you how proud I am of all your work now and the way you push out these projects while still finding time to write. You are a marvel, my friend. Never let anyone put your light out --- you are stronger than anyone will ever know. I hope you know that. Thank you so much for your presence in my life, and the lives of all who know you. Know that we appreciate you and I, for one, am incredibly grateful for your friendship and existence in my life. Happy New Year, Becky ! Stay strong, my friend !

2022 is coming to an end!

AEHAWUEH GIIIIIRL YOU SAID IT! I love how we’ve just been cannonball-ing love at one another over these last few days though! 😭❤️ Though I once again feel like I will never be able to express how much I appreciate you, no matter how much I blabber off, hahah! But yeah, it’s honestly been so fun catching up like that, and once again it makes me look forward to us interacting more this 2023! Ahh you are such a dear, always spoiling me with all this love! I don’t know what I did to deserve it, but oh lord my heart can’t take it sometimes awewah!!!

I am so happy whenever we get the chance to chat again, like you said-- we have so much to share with one another and it-- feels so, so nice to just feel so comfortable around one another and open up to each other like this. ESPECIALLY with all the horrors that we have INDEED been through, WHEW! I truly appreciate the listening ear that you are always so ready to give me. And I hope you know my side is always open for when you need the same, along with all the hugs thrown in there.

And please-- the inspiring one is you! The incredible works that I still see you write on here, especially with how much you gotta do offline-- will always floor me. Leave me in absolute awe of your writing prowess (And of course the endless amount of love and passion that you have and are so able to easily show in all that you do). I know how tired you are, how much you yourself deal with on your end... and yet you are still going, GOING SO HARD AT IT ALL! STAYING SO DAMN STRONG, I swear you are actually a superhuman at times! And not to mention, the ability to make others feel so loved and appreciated, making them feel welcomed and that they actually belong here... you are truly one of the few gems that make this hellsite worth coming back to, again and again.

Happy New Year, my dear friend! I am once more so honored to know you and call you my friend. And I hope you will always know just how much I love, admire and appreciate you. No matter how quiet I may seem at times-- know just how hard I will always be rooting for you. How loudly I am actually screaming for your success, just like I had at the MMA fights, AUEHAWU!!! I was actually that loud despite how everyone around me were cheering and yelling too, apparently I embarrassed some folks around me, 8I Thank you so much, for all that you do. For continuing to be in my corner of the ring. For always being so understanding and loving and supportive towards me... You are a treasure, Ash. One of the greatest treasures this world’s ever’d seen. ❤️

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"No. You don't get night vision goggles." Doomsday sighs as he sits back in his seat. He's clearly annoyed by this too, even though he isn't the one going into the casino. "V here wanted to cheap out a little bit. But he knows his way around, so maybe just grab his hand or something when it gets to that bit."

"Hey!" Call V from the car, who can clearly hear Doomsday. "Maybe we just need a bit more cash huh? We don't need to invest in them so vision is something I can sacrifice." Doomsday rolls his eyes, turning his attention to LJT. He clearly shares the same feeling as Doomsday.

V leans open and pops open the passenger side door for 427, smiling as he pats the passenger seat. He then places Avon's glasses down on the dashboard just in front of Stanley, allowing Avon to see what 427 is signing. V pulls the seatbelt over him, buckling himself in. He's so excited to be pulling off this heist once again, with a new crew member too! Once he makes sure 427 is all buckled in, he begins to roll the car forward. V leans out the window, waving at the group as they exit the basement. It's night time, so there's a lot more people outside the arcade waiting impatiently to go in.

"Man, I'm gonna rake in some good cash this evening." V speaks as he pulls out onto the road, merging with the traffic. He quickly glances to the left, looking at the queue forming outside. "I'm sure my staff will be fine with the amount of people wanting to go in." He shrugs as he continues to drive on.

"So, what do you do normally?" V asks as they merge onto the road, beginning to follow the traffic. This drive is much shorter in comparison to the van. "I assume this isn't the norm for you. I mean- it's also totally cool if you don't answer. Confidentiality and all."

V doesn't get caught up in any traffic lights whatsoever. Which makes for a nice, smooth drive to the Casino. On the horizon, is the glistening casino. Even at night, it still glimmers like a diamond. There's a feeling of adrenaline starting to build up in V,

"Alright, don't forget you're not actually parking at the Casino." LJT breaks the silence. "You're parking at that site before. You'll leave the car and its' keys there, then sneak over the fences to get to the Casino's staff lobby."

"Man, that actually was a short drive." V laughs as he pulls up to the intersection, indicating right. They're about to pull into a derelict building site, which is where they'll stash the car. "You're still good to go?" He asks, watching the traffic for an opportunity to turn. "No pressure, I'm happy to take you away if you're having second thoughts."

If 427 is good, then he'll drive into site and park. He'll then get out and grab the duffle bags out the boot. Then, he'll stash the car keys in a secure spot, ready for their driver to recollect.

If not, then they'll drive off. Maybe they'll go get some ice cream or something fun.

Unlike with Thursday, Stanley doesn't make a huge mess getting changed in the closet. He's in and out of there quickly enough, and leaves the closet roughly as he found it. He steps back out and smooths down the material and then gives a thumbs up.

The duffel bags get his attention. Pushing up his glasses, he goes over to see what those are all about, but LJT gets his attention. His eyes go right to him to show that he has it, and he listens carefully.

He nods as LJT explains, and holds up his hand where he has questions, waiting politely until he's called on. "What's considered 'too many at once' when it comes to taking out the cameras? Any idea?" He figures it's a good question. If there's such a thing as too many once, then he figures LJT must have some ballpark idea, which will give him an a starting point.

Stanley can't help but smile to himself. Two people scan cards at the same time to open a door. Both need to communicate well for this. He and his Narrator would have been caught in a second. Maybe once he gets back to his office, he'll try to get back to this ending again and see if they can do this together. Maybe they'll both end up thrown in jail together.

When it comes to what to get inside the vault, Stanley simply signs, "Just tell me what you want me to get, and I'll get it. Anything you think I ought to grab. Otherwise I'll just grab whatever looks interesting to me." If the others knew any better, this probably would mean nothing coming from a man who has an affinity for buckets, red Swingline staplers, and Solitaire.

At the mention of it being completely black, though, both hands go up. "We don't get any like see-in-the-dark goggles or anything? I know those exist. Okay then. Chaos. I like it."

It takes him a stupidly long few seconds to figure out that do not bring the cops with you to the delivery means to make sure the cops aren't following them and not to not invite the cops to join them, but other than that, Stanley understands. This sounds really easy. It doesn't even really matter if these guys trick him and keep all the money for themselves. The point is he's sticking it to the man and robbing a vault, man. This just might be the crazy thing he needs to shake things up in his life. Going through that "EXTRA new content" door really was the best idea he's ever had.

Giving a thumbs up to show he's ready to go, he makes his way over and into the parked car, climbing in and sitting wherever he's been directed to sit.

#eeee its go time!!#stanley johnson #the haunted office #Val #pete #les #avon #DCaR Heist

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hotch-stufff · 3 years ago

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Surprise, Surprise

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x F!reader

Warnings!: there are no warnings, im not telling you a single thing. It's a surprise. Just read and find out ;)

Also, as much as I love him, Jack does not exist in this story, wasn't really sure how to write him in.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry that I haven't written in a while, I have had no inspiration and my bf dumped me so... ya'know that was nice. Anyways, finally getting some inspo, hopefully I will be writing more. Hope you guys enjoy this one :) Also, the mood board is mine, but the images are all from pintrest.

Word count: 1.4 k words

This is an emotional roller coaster

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You couldn't breathe.

You couldn't move, or speak.

Your knees gave out as you fell to the floor, sobs racking your body.

You felt arms wrap around you, but it didn't help. You were suffocating. He was your air, and he had just been ripped from your lungs.

He was gone, dead.

Your husband.

The love of your life.

Aaron Hotchner was dead

* * *

You don't remember anything after the doctor uttered those words. You don't remember Rossi picking you up and holding you. You don't remember the sad glances, the tears shed by your teammates. You don't remember the car ride to your now empty shared apartment. You don't remember lying down and sobbing into the pillow for hours.

No, you only remember the pain. The unbearable pain of loss.

He was gone. Really gone.

You cried and cried for hours on end. Until you had no tears left to shed.

Then you just lied there, staring at the wall, gripping his favorite shirt in your arms, remembering every little moment with him.

And it hurt like hell just thinking of everything you did with him. The day you met. Your first kiss, your first date. The day he proposed. Your wedding. Every little thing.

And you wouldn't be able to do anything else. You wouldn't have kids with him. You guys had just talked about having a baby just the other day. He wanted one so bad.

You shouldn't have waited.

Because now, now he was gone.

* * *

The next few days were a blur. You found yourself with home-cooked meals overflowing your fridge. A team member at your house every night. But it was all a blur.

All meaningless without Aaron.

The funeral was coming up. You didn't make any arrangements, you asked Rossi if he could handle it and he quickly agreed.

He had taken care of finding the casket, picking a place, and finding a burial site. Everything.

The only thing you had asked for was a closed casket.

You couldn't handle looking at him.

* * *

On the day of the funeral, the girls all came over to help you get ready.

"Alright y/n, do you have a dress?" Penny asked as she walked out of kitchen.

"In the closet." You croaked. Your voice being hoarse from the crying and lack of speaking for the past two weeks.

"Okay I'll grab that, and shoes. Jj is going to make you breakfast and Em is going to do your hair okay?" You gave her a sad smile and a small okay.

Penny quickly walked back your hallway as Em began pulling your hair back in a low ponytail. You felt the tears begin slipping down your face once again.

Jj saw as she walked back in the room with a bagel and coffee.

"Oh sweetheart." And the dam broke. They comforted you the best they could. But they couldn't even imagine what you were going through, because he was gone.

* * *

The funeral was a blur. It seemed like everything was these days.

It was a beautiful service. You don't remember much. Lots of hugs and 'sorry for your loss's.

It had gone quickly, and soon you found yourself in Rossi's living room. Everyone but the team had left, you sat alone. The rest were in the kitchen cleaning up.

You didn't move from your spot, sipping your wine.

Everyone walked in, and found spots around you.

It was silent. Not a single word was spoken.

"I'm taking a leave of absence." You spoke.

6 pairs of eyes shot to you, but they couldn't say they were surprised.

"It's just too much. I'm not ready to come back." Your voice was quiet. Rossi was the first to say anything.

"Take all the time you need."

* * *

And you did. You spent about 3 months in that apartment, alone and sad and heartbroken.

But you realized that Aaron would never want you to live like this. And you really needed to be able to pay the bills.

So after those 3 months, you gave Rossi a call. He had become until chief since you had left, and he instantly accepted you back to the team.

You were slowly getting better.

Each passing case a distraction.

Each one fixing you just a bit more.

Each one giving your life a purpose, a meaning again.

And you felt better. You stopped crying yourself to sleep. You stopped sitting in silence for hours on end. You stopped crying every time you thought about him.

But you still visited him every week. You still thought about him everyday. You still wore your wedding rings, refusing to take them off.

But you were better.

* * *

A few more months went by and you started going out with the team again. You spent more time with them. Almost every weekend. And you were somewhat okay.

And it wasn't until about 8 months after his death did your world come to another crashing halt.

You had been called in to the BAU, not entirely sure why, but you came in none the less.

You figured it was a case, but Jj hadn't specified on the phone, which was strange.

You had walked up to the conference room, and were surprised to see the whole team sitting there ready to go.

"Hey guys, do we have a case?" You asked, but Jj sent you a sad look causing you to grow worried.

"Y/n, you should sit down for this." You had no idea what was going on. What on earth was happening. "Peter Raymond recently resurfaced, and was taken into custody this morning about an hour ago. He resisted arrest and pulled a gun on an officer. He was shot and killed." Your heart hammered in your chest. He was gone. The bastard who killed your husband was gone. Rossi stood walking towards Jj.

A pit grew in your stomach, there was more, something you didn't know.

"8 months ago I made a decision that greatly affected this team. Aaron Hotchner received substantial injuries from the wounds he endured, but his surgery was a success and he was airlifted to an unknown location. His identity was changed in order to keep him safe. But he is alive."

You couldn't believe your ears. He was alive. Alive?

Your eyes shot to the door and there he stood.

Aaron Hotchner.

You couldn't breathe.

You couldn't move or speak.

He was alive, you should be ecstatic.

But you only felt anger.

Your eyes shot to Rossi.

"How dare you." You whispered out, surprising the team. You weren't an angry person, you never yelled at your teammates. But you, you were seething. "How could you do that. You knew he was alive and yet you let me suffer. You watched as I cried day and night. You watched as I let myself go, as I lost myself." You shook your head in anger.

Aaron stepped forward reaching out for you, but you shook your head.

"Dont touch me. Don't fucking touch me." You felt the tears fall down your face. Again. "You left me. You're dead. You're gone. Y-you left." You were shaking and crying and once again Aaron reached out for you, but this time you let him.

He brought you into a crushing hug, holding you like you had begged to be held for months.

He was here, really here. You could smell and feel and see him. He was really here.

"Y-you bastard. You left me." You whispered desperately as you cried into his shirt.

The team was quick to disperse. They too were mad at Rossi, and they wanted to reunite with Hotch. But they left you be, at least for now.

Aaron pulled back slightly, looking down at you.

"Sweetheart I'm so sorry. I wish I didn't have to. But he would have killed you and then he would have killed me." He had tears running down his face as well now. But you were so angry at him.

You pushed him away.

"I could have gone with you Aaron. You could have gone into witsec. You didn't need to fake your fucking death Aaron!" You yelled at him. you couldn't even believe you were eating this conversation.

"Y/n please, I'm so sorry." You were mad yeah, but you were so overwhelmingly relieved that it overpowered your anger. "I missed you sweetheart." He whispered out and you broke just a little bit more.

"You bastard. Y-you stupid man." You pulled him back to you and slammed your lips together. "You stupid, stupid man." You gasped out between kisses.

"I know, I'm so sorry. I love you." He stated after you pulled away.

"I-I love you too." You were sobbing at this point.. "Don't ever do that to me again." He nodded, leaning in to kiss you again.

And you kissed your husband.

Because he wasn't gone.

He was right here.

And god did it feel amazing to have him back

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raggaraddy · 4 years ago

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I'd Die Fighting

Request from @dramaclub-thin: Mafia BTS where the reader is shot for/because of them.

A/N: Thank you for your request! I really like the concept, and kind of got carried away with the stories and now they're too long. So I'll release them as individuals as I finish them. I hope you like them! ^-^

If anyone else wants to request you can here.

Mafia Bangtan Other parts:

Namjoon

Yoongi

Taehyung

Jungkook

Summary: Pinned down by the cops, you know you're the only one who can stop Jimin from getting himself killed.

Trigger Warnings: Police shooting, gun usage, blood, violence, death, ambiguous ending.

Jimin

Mafia! Jimin

You were in the middle of a scheduled pick up, collecting the gang's share of the profits for the month. There had already been 3 today and all had gone as routine as the times before. You're in a residential building site, parked in one of the driveways, and on a Sunday too, so it's nice and quiet and empty. There was no reason to think that this stop would be any different than the last.

That was until the lights and sounds of police sirens filled the street.

You could only watch on in dread as 4 cop cars sped into the driveway trapping you and the two men into a box. With a 10-foot foundation wall behind you and building walls on either side, you were now realizing that this location wasn't so much secure, as it was an obvious dead end.

Looking back in the side-view mirror, you can see Jimin with the dealer. The guy panics instantly, pulling out his gun without a chance to even aim it before he is blown away. There are dozens of deafening shots all at once and the guy, no older than you, drops down dead.

Barely able to contain your terror, you are not able to do anything but to watch helplessly as Jimin dives behind the rear of the car to avoid the stray bullets.

Slowly, the officers start down the concrete path, closing in tighter, all of them with their guns drawn, all of them looking alarmed and ready to fire. With this many cops, you know neither of you stands a chance. There is no escape here, not without a miracle. But you know Jimin. You know he isn't going to just give in. He's said it before, he's said it often. He might die, but he'll die fighting before he dies in a cage.

The officer coming closest to the car bangs on the hood to draw your attention making you jump. "Stay in the car," He mouths the words.

You can't abide. If you don't do something Jimin is going to get himself killed. He may be willing to die, but you're not willing to lose him. You shake your head hard, swinging the car door open, stepping out tensely with your hands upright. Your arms and legs are shaking with pure adrenaline, relying on nothing but a prayer that they don't shoot you right now.

"Get back in the car." "Stay in the car." "Miss, get back in the car." A sea of loud, demanding voices shout at you all at once. While your survival instinct is telling you to obey the angry people with guns, you ignore them all. Your instinct-your love for Jimin is greater than your fear.

Walking paced steps backwards, you're watchfully eyeing them. They're still pressing forwards, but they have slowed substantially. Half of the group aiming more aggressively, and the other half pointing their guns at you more hesitantly. Calls of stay in the car turn into orders to get on the ground. But you can't, you won't.

Coming in line with the back of the car, Jimin is knelt behind it his gun in hand. "Y/n! What the fuck are doing?!" he snaps, eyes full of worry.

He may bluster to everyone else, but you know the full expression. In private he'd whisper the ending to you and only you. 'I'd die fighting before I ever die in a cage. And I'll spend my life locked up before I ever see you hurt.'

"Get back in the car!" He growls.

"No," you whisper.

"Get back in the car!"

"No."

"Oh for fucks sake, will you just listen to me for once!" He growls, running his hand back through his hair, about to lose any composer he has remaining.

"No!" You shout, your eyes darting from the cops to Jimin and back.

He roars, grabbing your shirt, yanking you down the ground beside him. The commands of the police heighten and start coming more frequently as they steadily begin to entrap the two of you again.

"I'm gonna beat the hell outta you after this." He shouts, reaching over the top of the car to fire a slew of shots, not aiming to hit anyone but just trying to keep the cops away.

"Fine. Do it. But just let there be an after." You plead, eyes filling with tears. "Put the gun down. Please!"

"What?! No!"

"Come out with your hands up or we open fire." A far off voice, coming through a speaker, gives a sickening order.

Jimin's harsh defiant look turns to one of pure fright and frenzy. He knows if they're shooting at him, they're shooting at you.

His hand scrunches in the scruff of your shirt, dragging you flat to the ground further out of harms-way, using the same momentum to launch himself into the open, weapon ready. He gets only 2 shot off before they retaliate with more than half a dozen. Not all connect, one catching his leg, another his shoulder. The hits double him over, making him drop the gun.

It all happens before you are able to even turn back over. The sight of him struck has you screaming, acting rashly and impulsively. You wail his name clambering to your feet, wrapping your arms around his neck. Lifting him upright, you're covering him with your body as much as you possibly can. You don't pause think what might happen right now if the officers began to fire again. You only know you need to save him from them. Save him from himself. Pushing him with your chest, you force him back more and more until his body hits the foundation wall. You turn yourself around towards the encroaching men and women, shoving your weight roughly against him. To shield him, and trying your best to keep him pinned to the bricks so he is unable to act suddenly or foolishly.

Thankfully the cops still seem hesitant to shoot at you. Although you don't trust it for it to last much longer.

Your stomach drops, feeling a warm wetness dripping over the exposed skin on your upper back. Jimin's shoulder is bleeding heavily down you.

This is so fucking bad.

"Stop, please stop, Baby!" You whisper to Jimin, nearly unable to form the words due to the shake in your voice. It's just the two of you opposing 7 armed police officer. You know he hates the thought of defeat, he may even hate you for this, but neither of you has any way of winning this standoff.

His forehead presses to the back of your head, his hot breath fanning down your neck. In the smallest motions, you feel him nod against you.

Raising them in surrender, his arms come out from behind you. There's a sharp pain in your side with a sudden booming sound. It knocks your breath away. You whine, your hand squeezing tighter against his legs, into the fabric of his jeans.

"Y/n?" Jimin knows what's happening before you do.

One of the officers mistook Jimins actions as hostile and got twitchy with his gun.

You gasp slumping back into him, your legs weakening. He catches you, lowering with you as you fall to the floor. "Baby!"

Jimin looks up to the cop who fired. He's memorizing every detail of their face. Already having resigned to hunt them down and make them suffer.

Finally able to inhale, you cry out a low scream, pain spreading from your stomach up. "Jimin," you cry clawing his arm, fingers wrapped in his sleeve.

The swarm of police starts to move more frantically. A knee flies at Jimin sending him into the wall, separating him from you. Without him, you fall flat into the dirt. To your right one of the men is forcing Jimin to the ground with a knee trying to flatten him. But he isn't giving in, fighting and struggling against the weight, desperately trying to get back to you.

Even as there are three of them versus only Jimin, he is still putting up enough resistance that they are unable to fully hold him.

"Y/n!" He yells, as one of his arms is pinned behind his back, driving him heavily into the dirt. "Get the fuck off!" he snarls.

Your throat feels full. You're starting to choke, spluttering blood out and down your cheeks. Your hands clutching your stomach are wet and slippery from blood. The heavy amounts of it pouring from you making you weaker with each passing second.

"Alright!" There's a heavy thump as Jimin stops resisting and is plunged aggressively into the floor. "Just help her! Help her!" With all of the pain and fear you're feeling, it's the pure panic in Jimin's voice that finally brings you to tears.

Rolling your head towards him, his chin is dug into the concrete floor, his skin and clothes red with blood, his face pale and flush, his eyes red and teary with emotion. With him no longer fighting they are able to cuff his hands. They haul him to his feet, carrying his weight. He yells in pain, his cries turning into pleas for you, calling again and again for someone, anyone to help you.

One of the officers comes to your side pressing firmly on your wound making you shriek, spitting out even more blood. They speak into their walkie-talkie describing your state and injuries calling for an ambulance. Explaining that a male will be coming to the hospital by a police cruiser.

In front of you, the others are dragging a limping Jimin away. Being pulled from you he begins his fight again, battling to not leave you. But he's too injured and restricted to combat them much more. Only able to call out to you over and over.

Even as the car doors close on him, you can still hear him shouting your name. Even as you lose consciousness you can still hear the echo of his voice.

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