#marty x stubble

[deranged-oreo]

WHUMPRIL 2024 - DAY 30 - REASSURANCE

Fandom: Back to the Future Title: Fort Washakie, WY Pairing: Marty/Stubble (you heard me) Genre: Whump, H/C Rated M Warnings: Stitches, broken bones, concussion, mild sexual language Words: 1900 Summary:

"You were in a wagon accident," Stubble said. "Rolled off a cliff." He untied the bandages wound around Marty's tender abdomen and sucked his teeth as he peeled the sticky, blood-soaked bandage from Marty's skin. "Broke your leg, hit your head, got a, a wagon spoke to the stomach."

A shaky exhale.

"You needed a doctor. A place to stay for the winter. So, I brought you here."

thanks for hosting your excellent challenge, @whumpril!

[reds-writings]

rust cohle headcanons pt. 2

(pairing: rust cohle x fem!reader)

a/n: some more rust thoughts for public consumption. bon appetit.

word count: 1.5k ish (she got a bit carried away oops)

warnings: lil nsfw but other than that not much (let me know if there's anything else! minors get lost!)

thinking about the fact that he didn’t really have access to television until he was 17 

you get a kick out of making any pop culture references that occurred before the year 1981 because chances are they’ll go right over his head 

it wouldn’t be surprising if most pop culture hubbub wasn’t in his realm of extensive knowledge given that he really only sets aside any free time he has for reading or contemplating whatever anarchic thoughts are running rampant in his head that day 

you don’t find yourself in his apartment all that often given that it doesn’t exactly hold the vibe of something straight out of a home & garden catalog 

he also feels something along the lines of self-consciousness when you’re exposed to the eerie emptiness of his space (the printed pictures and erratically scribbled notes/diagrams he has stuck up on his wall from active cases don’t help) 

it’s not something you necessarily judge him for, it just makes you feel a twinge of sadness to see that he only allows himself the bare minimum levels of ‘comfort’ just to get by 

as your relationship grows a bit more steady he finds himself at your place more than his own anyway (he tries to do most of his work at work as much as he can the longer he’s with you so things can be more effectively separated for the sake of his own consolation more than your own)

he doesn’t leave much of a trail behind himself but to the trained eye, signs of him had steadily built up over time in your home 

a cheesy ‘don’t mess with texas’ mug in your cabinet you nabbed for him as a joke from an antique store in town or an old crystal ashtray set out on the front porch railing for when he needed a smoke (one by the window in your bedroom too for whenever you felt benevolent enough to let him smoke on your windowsill late at night)

there was also the growing plethora of his daily attire manifesting alongside your own clothes in your closet and dressers (find yourself wearing any of his stuff and he’s POUNCIN’)

a few scattered men’s products in the bathroom (he’s a straight razor kind of guy cause he seems like a meticulous self-groomer in that way and he has some hair products that would have Marty in a tizzy) 

speaking of the straight razor, sometimes you’ll be the one to throw in the flag when he’s too busy to shave (not that any stubble on him is unsexy but the smoothly-shaven feel of his face remains superior for a number of reasons) 

you’ll have him sit his butt down so you can straddle him to get rid of the culprit of the growing frictional burns on your face, neck, and thighs. a sacrifice made for the greater good.

makes for some great foreplay nearly every time (lil freaks) 

there’s also an extra pack of american spirits you keep in one of your bedside drawers for whenever he runs out or forgets his own

he doesn’t ever make a big deal out of his birthday. meaning he does everything in his power to avoid acknowledging it and just goes about his day like normal. but ever since you got the date out of Marty you never let it go by without doing something to make the day special 

this isn’t to say you cross any major boundaries or throw any huge celebrations he’d absolutely loathe 

it meant small outings to dinner (or whatever that could get him out of the house for a bit if he wasn’t working) or little meaningful gifts waiting for him whenever you had the time to see each other if he happened to be on the job

you just wanted to imprint something about the day that didn’t leave him so passive or resentful that he lived to see another year in his life. that his existence didn’t have to mean much to anyone or himself but it absolutely meant something to you 

Rust awoke in the warmth of your bed to the sight of a dreary day taking place outside. The outline of your figure on the empty half of the bed struck him only slightly suspicious. You weren’t known for being an early riser in any sense of the phrase but the smell of food drifting upstairs gave him an inclination of why you weren’t in your usual curled-up spot beside him at this hour. 

Drifting his gaze slightly, the sight of a blue frosted cupcake on his side’s nightstand with a cigarette instead of a candle stuck in it as a crude joke had the corner of his mouth quirking faintly. One way or another, it was apparent you’d find a way to make the date of his birth as digestible for him as you could each year it passed. He remembered just how offended you’d gotten around the time you first got together and discovered his birthday was coming up soon while he’d had no intention of making you aware of it in the first place. Ever since then, you’d made it a sworn mission of yours to celebrate his birthday in some way shape, or form, always keeping it small with his limits in mind. 

Making his descent down the stairs of your old home, he could hear the growing sounds of Fleetwood Mac paired with your soft humming. Once he finally rounded the corner to come into view of the kitchen there stood the vision of your swaying figure, drowning in some old Budweiser shirt while flipping over pancakes at the stove. 

“Is that you, birthday boy?” The teasing call followed by a quick look over your shoulder had him jumping slightly out of his daze.

“You feedin’ just us or a small village out in the world somewhere?” He quipped as he took in the array of food you’d managed to prepare in the time you’d been awake. 

“I was restless and didn’t know what you’d be in the mood for so I just went ahead and made a lil’ bit of everything. Whatever we don’t scarf down I can take on over to Lou’s down the road,” Was your breezy answer before you paused to point the spatula at him, “she called yesterday sayin’ she had a small somethin’ for you so when we go you’re gonna accept whatever it is with a grin and grateful attitude.” 

“Lou’s one of the more tolerable people who happens to take residence in this miserable state.” 

“Yeah, but you still get that constipated look on your face whenever someone else tries doing somethin’ nice for you. Thus my warning.” The look you had was more cheeky than anything as you finished up your last set of pancakes and moved them over to a bigger plate alongside the rest of the food. 

“No presents this year?” He hummed as he watched you busy your way around the kitchen. 

“Geez! I’ve made you greedy over the years, haven’t I? I was hopin’ to go out into town for a bit if the weather ain’t too crazy. Any presents I’ve got for you, mister, are gonna wait til’ later. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am.” An amused huff left his nose. 

for your birthdays Marty’s the one to help Rust in planning the bigger stuff (should you want it) given that you had a bit more friends than he did who wanted nothing more than to celebrate you and have fun

you reassured him every year that you were fine with keeping it on the simple side and just spending the day with him while just chilling out (he did not listen)

he’s very much a gift giver in the sense that he’ll be out and see something random only to bring it back home and casually be like ‘thought you’d like this’ then leave it at that

you love your little collection of gifts and trinkets from the grump

even if most don’t see it in him, he’s the biggest giver you’ve ever met 

he doesn’t seek any praise or reward for the silently selfless acts he finds himself committing for you and he carries them out as if they were all completely normal (he has an underlying thing for praise in the sheets though, don’t let him lie. he’ll crumble within seconds at any soft utterings of how good he is or how much you need him) 

you get comfortable with ambushing him with random bursts of affection every now and then later down the line and he just sits there and takes it (mans enjoys it don’t let him lie about that either) 

you’re more outwardly flirty/touchy with him in general (of course taking into account whether or not he appears to be in the mood for any of that at the given moment)

saying things like ‘there’s my dashin’ cowboy!’ or ‘the ladies of louisiana are gonna try and send me packin’ now that i’ve got you locked down!’ just to see him caught off guard 

photos of him are few and far in between, let alone of you two together, but he does find himself taking more photos of just you (innocent and not so innocent) 

he just wants to memorize any and all details of you! sue him!

a/n: just you wait until i start pulling out the sad old man rust fics cause i'm obsessed with that era too. ponytail defender til i die !

[from-the-clouds]

Hold Out - Marty Byrde x Reader

Masterlist

Summary: Reader has worked for Marty since the Byrde's first moved to the Ozarks, and finds him vulnerable and alone after a fight with Wendy.

Words: 1.8k

A/N: I warned ya’ll I’d write something for this show!! im currently obsessed, so please enjoy this. i have felt badly for marty since season 1, and feel like he just needs a love interest who's soft and gentle with him??? i have a whole world planned around these two if you'd like to see more. i know this is a very niche fandom but if you like this at all, please let me know! it was fun to write.

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She wasn’t sure what time it was when she stumbled into the clearing. Well past sundown, but not quite midnight. Her arms and legs stung where she’d been scratched by thorns and branches faltering through the forest. It’d been hours since she’d last heard from him. Each call that went unanswered made her more and more frantic. It was unlike him.

After searching all over town, all the spots she’d usually find him when he was hard to track down, she’d come up with nothing. And she had her phone pressed to her ear with Wendy’s number dialed in before she thought of one last place she hadn’t checked.

Gravel spit from the back of her tires as Y/N turned too quickly off the road and parked her car, throwing open the door and nearly sprinting through the woods to the small meadow.

She’d been going here since she was a little kid. It was her own little park she’d stumbled upon one day ambling around town. Very few locals knew about it, let alone any tourists. Tall grass and wildflowers nipped at her knees along with the mosquitoes, and stars glittered against the black abyss above, the moonlight reflecting off the lake. And despite the late hour, she could see everything, including Marty, standing with his back to her, toes over the edge of a rock that hung over the lake at least a hundred feet below.

Her heart lurched. “Marty,” Y/N said his name before she could stop herself, concerned for a moment she might startle him into the unthinkable. But when he didn’t so much as glance over his shoulder in response, she wondered if he’d even heard her.

Treading forward lightly, she paused a foot or two behind him, carefully reaching out. “Hey,” she said, fingers clasping around his wrist, above his expensive watch. He didn’t take the hint, didn’t budge, didn’t look at her, eyes still on the lake. It rippled placidly, lapping against the jagged rocks below them, but he was looking beyond its tranquil appearance, the emptiness beneath the surface that could swallow him whole, like he wanted it to.

Despite the chill of the evening, he was still dressed for work, in a button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the moon reflecting off his dress shoes. She stepped a little closer to the edge alongside him, just to see his profile.

A slight tug on his wrist prompted him to step backwards, and she released a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Marty’s chest began heaving, like he just realized where he was standing, his eyes shifting towards her like he finally noticed she was there.

“What are you doing out here?” she asked without thinking, and it was a stupid question, she knew.

He didn’t answer, and she didn’t expect him to. In the dark, she guided him away from the ledge, one hand between his shoulders. Marty tripped over himself, eyes red-rimmed and glazed over. He’d been drinking, or crying. Or maybe both.

He didn’t lose his cool. Even though it seemed they were always getting the short end of the stick, always scrambling to clean up a mess, ten steps behind where they should be. Despite this, he was always a force. Steady. But not now.

Of course she didn’t like being out of the loop. And he did a good job of communicating with her. So whatever this was, whatever could have caused this, she’d almost rather be ignorant to.

“How’d you find me?” was all he asked, and despite the distress on his face his voice was characteristically even. There was an old rotting picnic table they sat down at, with her next to him, looking over the lake, out at the pitch dark sky and the glimmering lights in the distance of a few boats still on the water.

“It took some time,” she said. “I looked everywhere.”

“You should be in bed,” he said flatly.

“Well I’m not,” she chewed on her lower lip, taking a deep breath, her chest catching on the ache in her heart.

“Did you need something?” he asked, his voice had the same frost she saw in the air when she exhaled, and she felt it clutch around her chest, her words coming out choked and stuttered.

“I- I didn’t want….the things I said the last time we talked...to be the last thing I ever said to you...”

“They wouldn’t have been,” he said, although not so convincingly. He still refused to look at her, his eyes never leaving the horizon.

“Are you sure?” she asked, feeling a bit more emboldened.  “Look, you don’t have to tell me what’s going on, or what you’re doing here. But I’m not stupid.”

He didn’t answer her, just leaned forward, elbow to his knee as he rubbed his temple between his thumb and forefinger. She could see clouds rolling in, the wind picking up. It was supposed to storm, and she didn’t want either of them to get caught up in bad weather.

“How’d you get here?” she asked. “I didn’t see your car on my way in.”

“I walked,” he said flatly. They were miles away from anything, let alone his house.

“Let me give you a ride home,” she said. All she wanted to do was help him. He’d helped her before, so many times, probably when he didn’t want to. So she knew she had to do this for him. She wanted to. Even if she couldn’t give him what he really needed.

“I can’t go home right now,” he muttered into his hand.

“Then stay at my place,” she said softly, she felt tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. She hated herself for feeling the way she did about him. Marty was a criminal. He’d made her one, too. But she was stuck on him, for some inexplicable reason. The only man who’d ever truly seen her. And right now, he looked so broken.

Surprisingly, he didn’t argue.

By the time they got to the car, she could hear the thunder rumbling in the distance, and the rain had started to come down.

The ride home went quickly. She was wet and shivering. Neither of them uttered a word and she was partly thankful for it, though with each moment of silence she felt more and more desperate to know what was wrong.

Marty had the decency to pull off his shoes at her front door, sitting on the couch in her living room while she put on some hot water for tea and changed into dry clothes. When she returned to her living room with the mug, towels and a blanket, she found him staring blankly ahead, one elbow resting on the edge of the couch.

He started when she pressed the mug into his free hand, and she frowned as she sat down next to him.

“Are you staying up with me?” he asked, turning to her as she tucked her legs underneath her on the middle cushion.

“If you want me to,” she said, leaning against the back of the couch.

Marty didn’t answer, he took a sip of his tea and then grimaced, abandoning it on the side table next to him. That meant yes. In his never ending quest to remain unreadable, she’d figured out a few things in the years she’d known him.

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” she prompted.

“I got into an argument with Wendy,” he said flatly.

In the time it’d taken her to drive him here, he seemed to have pulled himself together enough to be back on the defense, much more collected than before. “That’s all?” she asked, skeptical.

He shrugged. “You know everything else there is to know.”

And most of what he’d been through was enough to make anyone crack.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. She knew things between him and Wendy had always been tense, but she always assumed it was just because of work. They didn’t seem to really love each other, but it was none of her business. It was probably better not to press.

“I’ve only ever wanted to get us out of this mess,” he said, shaking his head. “And she….well we both...have only gotten in deeper.”

“I know,” she said softly. Marty buried his head in his hands, hunching forward. Tentatively, she reached out, placing her hand at the base of his neck, then slowly working her thumb against the knots she could feel rippling underneath the skin of his shoulders. Marty exhaled, lifted his head up from his hands to look at her, finally.

His normally steely blues were rimmed red and glassy. Whether he’d been crying or not, the strain was evident on his face, somewhere between the dark circles that hung beneath his eyes and his sunken cheeks. Tense was an understatement, and the constant pressure the past few years had taken their toll. It’d been awhile since she’d been this close to him, and she could see the gray in his hair, sprouting up around his ears and along his hairline, the stubble on his jaw.

“Is there anything I can do?” she asked, near pleading, desperate to provide some sort of solace. She never felt the need to fill empty space with words, but she was scared for him. But at the same time, she felt she couldn’t be enough to comfort him.

He answered her with a sad smile. His hand rose to clasp her own, still resting at his shoulder. Gooseflesh rose on her arm as she was drawn closer, and if this were any other man, she’d expect him to kiss her.

Y/N reached out, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pulling him close. It was impulsive, and she expected him to jolt away, at first. He was warm, his shirt still damp from the rain. His arms wrapped around her torso, she felt his steady breath on her neck, his head tucked under her chin.

“This is enough,” he whispered.

The rain came down steadily outside, thunder rumbling above, and she closed her eyes. She’d stay this way as long as he needed her. It was a long time, then, she only realized, when his breathing became light and even and she, too, drifted off.

When she woke up the next day, alone on her couch with a blanket draped carefully over her, she knew what to expect from Marty. He’d carry on like it never happened. Like she hadn’t let her lips brush over his temple, like he hadn’t whispered ‘thank you’ before he fell asleep in her arms. And she thought maybe it would be better off for her to believe it’d all been a dream.

[that-fictional-dad]

/Slaps roof of Martin "Marty" Cassidy\

This dude can fit so much SOCIAL ANXIETY IN HIM.

Code name: The Muzzle

Banshee's older brother. Would die for him but they barely get along. Always ready to lie for each other.

Trans man

Hates his dad.

Hates himself.

Shy as hell

Don't look him in the eye he is begging you.

Would die before he disrespected Charles.

Lowkey watches Erik training. [Erik is amused, does not care and is 70% sure Marty would just vanish Into Thin Air if anyone mentioned it]

Always ready to fight Hank in a 7/11 parking lot but also wants to care for him. It is confusing.

Thinks Alex is a dick but is still ride or die for him.

All my s/is have stubble now because I said so.

In love with Raven but telling her that? Demiro fear.

Shape shifter but not to the extent Raven is, Can sense when things are gonna get bad, can silence all noise and sound.

Cries at movies.

Picrew [x]

[brideofedoras]

Soulbound: Almost Human

Disclaimer: I do not own AH, the core characters or the image (Google is my friend!)  

The image is of Rudy Lom’s lab, which is based in a church.

Word Count: 2300+

Rating: 18 +

Warnings: Mentions of cutting and self-harm.  (If this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read.  I do not want to upset or hurt anyone).

Chapter One Chapter Two

 “Good morning, Ms. Williams,” Rudy Lom called out from somewhere deep in the lab.

Emily finished descending the stairs.  “Good morning, Dr. Lom!”  She called back as she headed for her desk.  “Anything exciting on tap for today?”

“Detectives Stahl and Vogel are bringing their MXes in for routine maintenance,” the thin technician appeared from the back, wiping his hands on a greasy-looking rag.  “We will also be upgrading some of the datapads and computers for Delta.”

“Sounds good,” Emily set her backpack on the floor and nudged it under her desk.  “I should be able to take my usual lunch, then?”

He grinned.  “Yes, Ms. Williams,” he shook his head fondly.  “Who am I to keep you from visiting Detective Kennex?”

She ducked her head to hide the blush warming her neck and cheeks.  “He’s steadily showing more signs of activity,” she told her boss as she opened the drawer containing her safety glasses.  “The charge nurse told me last night she thinks he’ll wake up soon.”

“That’s wonderful,” Rudy sat down at his own desk to look over the work orders for the day.  “Wouldn’t it be something if he woke up during your lunch date?”

She snorted.  “Don’t call it a date, Dr. Lom!”

I could never be that lucky, she thought with a pang in her chest.  

“What else am I going to call it?  You take him flowers or cards for his birthday and holidays,” Rudy shrugged, sorting the work orders into two piles.  “John is a good man.”

“I know,” she nodded.  She reached out to turn on her laptop.  “Nothing will ever come of… this anyway.  He’ll wake up believing he’s still in a relationship and I’ll be friendzoned.”  She huffed out a quiet laugh as she dropped her right hand to the inside of her right thigh.  “I have a demented soulmate out there somewhere as it is.”

“Ms. Williams, you’ll meet your soulmate when it is time,” Rudy pushed away from his desk and walked over to her.  “John has a soulmate out there, too.  Perhaps… perhaps his soulmate is you.”

“That’s absurd!”  She scoffed at him.  “He’s fifteen years older than me, he can’t be…  I don’t believe it.”

Rudy awkwardly patted her shoulder.  “It’s not unheard of for soulmates to have differences in age.”

“He wouldn’t want me, anyway,” she shook her head.  “He probably never did.”  She reached over and took the celos from his hand.  “I take it these are my tasks?”  She changed the subject, hoping to take her mind off that familiar itch in the back of her mind, the itch that told her to cut.

No, Emily.  It’s been months since the last time.

Five months.

Five months since she’d taken an X-acto knife to her left arm and sliced shallow cuts into the fleshy part below her elbow.  Six months since she’d added to the growing collection of scars on her arm.  

I can do this.  I can fight this.  I can beat this, she told herself.  

The urge to cut was always there, it always would be.  But she hadn’t felt the urge this strong since the anniversary of her father’s death.

“Ms. Williams?”

She blinked her eyes as she realized Rudy had asked her a question.  She looked over at him.  When did he return to his desk?  She caught the worried look in his eyes.  “I’m sorry, Dr. Lom, I must have zoned out.  What were you saying?”

“Are you okay?”

Her brow furrowed.  “I’m fine, Dr. Lom.”

“You looked like you were in pain,” he told her softly.  “Are you all right?”

Lying to her boss would be a very bad move, but Emily could not bring herself to admit her darkest secrets to him.  She did not want his sympathy.  She did not want him walking on eggshells around her.  But she had to tell him something.

“I’m feeling anxious,” she shrugged.  “I want John-- Detective Kennex to wake up from his coma just like you and Sandy and the entire staff on the fifth floor at County, I do want to officially meet him, but…”  She huffed out a humorless laugh.  “I’m afraid he’ll either not remember me at all or he’ll think I’m some nutcase stalker who decided to visit him every day for seventeen months.”

All of that was true, she just could not bring herself to admit to him that she was losing her battle with trying not to self-harm.

Or that she had, over the course of seventeen months, fallen in love with the comatose detective.

 “John would never think you’re a nutcase or a stalker, Emily,” Rudy gave her an encouraging, if awkward, smile.  “He looked up to and respected your father, we all did.  Even if he wakes up and doesn’t remember you, he’ll still know you’re Sam Williams’ daughter.  But, should he decide you’re a stalker, you’ve got Captain Maldonado and I on your side.”

She smiled a real smile at him.  “Thank you, Dr. Lom,” she murmured.

The itch began to fade.

 “Hey, John,” she set her takeout bag on the table next to the chair before she approached the bed.  As she did every day for seventeen months, Emily covered the detective’s left hand with hers before leaning over the bed to press a soft, fleeting kiss to his forehead.  She smiled when she felt his brow smooth out and his hand twitch under hers.  The nursing staff had told her he only reacted to her touch, her presence, no one else could elicit any response from him.  “Dr. Lom was generous to extend my lunch break today, you’ll get to suffer for forty-five minutes of my company,” she squeezed his hand before smoothing the blanket over his chest and brushing her fingers through his hair.  He twitched slightly.  “The CNAs have a betting pool on when you’re waking up.  They all think you’ll wake up before the weekend, Monday at the latest.  Dr. Lom thinks you might wake up today while I’m visiting.”  She sighed as she grabbed her food and sat down.  “I took advantage of the longer lunch break and swung by my favorite noodle joint.  I’m hoping the aroma of drunken noodles and egg rolls will entice you to wake up, but I’m not going to share.  This is my favorite dish and I’m afraid it’ll be too much for your stomach to handle after being fed nutrients through a tube for seventeen months.  You’re probably going to hate life for a while.  But once you’re able to eat regular food, I’ll gladly treat you to lunch sometime.  Or supper.”  

As she ate she talked about one of the datapads she was servicing.  “Some moron in the division thought it was a wise idea to look up android porn on his work tablet and now it has computer STDs,” she shook her head.  “I’m not even sure how that would work, I know there are sexbots but I’ve only ever heard of female bots.  Most masculine bots I’ve seen are the MXes and the DRNs.  MXes definitely aren’t equipped below the belt and aren’t programmed to express emotions anyway.  I know the DRNs are programmed to ‘have a soul’ but I don’t know about their physical structure,” she ate a little more before continuing.  “Dr. Lom has a DRN in storage, I could always take a peek when I duck back there to scavenge for parts,” she grinned at that.  “But I’m not a perv, I promise.  Anyway, Sandy was livid when I called to tell her what I’d found on this datapad.  Pretty sure the detective will be wishing he was fired and not riding a desk for the next month.  I reminded her he could’ve looked up worse stuff, but as she said, he was using division-owned tablet that had access to cases and files someone could easily hack.  And now I have the fun job of programming every device in Delta to restrict his usage.”  She finished off the noodles.  “Thankfully I can upload that program onto just one device and with everything being connected I can remotely upload it to every Delta-owned computer, laptop, tablet, watch, phone, and MX.  The best part is he has to wear a tracking bracelet in order to access any device.  If he’s not wearing it, he can’t even turn on a computer.  If he is wearing it, he will have very limited access to the interwebs.”  She picked up her egg roll.  “Between you and me, I think Rudy was a little upset that I wound up with that datapad to work on.”  She looked over at John.  “Don’t give him hell about possibly being into android porn, please?  I really like my job and I don’t want to get fired.”

She finished off her egg roll and eyed the second egg roll.  “I don’t know why I ordered two of these,” she moaned miserably.  “I’m already hating myself.  I’m stuffed, all that salt’s not doing me any good…”  She fished the plastic-wrapped fortune cookie out of the container and set it in front of the framed photograph Sandra had brought in all those months ago.  She traced her fingers over her father’s smiling face and wondered for the five-hundredth time who had taken the photo of John, Sam, Sandra and Marty at McQuaid’s the night they’d gathered to celebrate John’s 39th birthday.

Her smile slipped when she realized it was probably John’s missing girlfriend.

“I wouldn’t eat that fortune cookie,” she said after a moment.  “They will leave your stomach in knots.”

She busied herself with gathering up her stuff.  “I should be heading back to the lab,” she told him before turning to the bed.  “I’ll be back this evening after I get off work.  Hopefully nothing happens at the last minute to tie me up.  I’m…” she realized she was scratching at her left arm.  “I feel off today.  The… the urge to grab a small blade and cut is borderline overwhelming… worse than it was five months ago,” she busied her hands with straightening and smoothing his blanket.  “I don’t think I could handle the overtime today.”  She ran her fingers through his hair before taking his left hand in hers and leaning down to brush a soft kiss to his stubbled cheek.  “I’ll swing by after shift and sit with you until the nurses kick me out.  I really don’t need to be alone.  I’ll see you later, John,” she whispered before stepping back.  

She grabbed her food and her bag before heading toward the door.  With one last look over her shoulder she managed a smile.  “I’ll be here.”

 Emily logged off her computer and shut it down with a heavy sigh.  The program and the bracelet had taken a little longer than she’d expected, and she had finally finished working on Stahl’s MX twenty minutes ago.  

But now that her hands were idle and her brain not focused on something that itch was back ten times worse than it had been when she’d first noticed it that morning.  Maybe if I’m lucky Sarah will let me stay past visiting hours ends.  

She started gathering her stuff when her phone buzzed.  She frowned, slipping it out of her back pocket.  “Sandy, if you’re calling about a last minute work request, the answer is ‘no’.  I’m tired and just want to get out of here.”  She looked over her shoulder toward Rudy’s desk and frowned when she realized he wasn’t there.  “What time is it, anyway?”

“Nineteen hundred hours,” Sandra answered.  “John woke up this afternoon, shortly after you left.”

“That’s great!”  Emily smiled.  “I’m getting ready to head over there--”

“Emmie, he had a very bad reaction when he found out how long he’s been in a coma,” her godmother told her.  “He exploded when he discovered his right leg is gone.  John’s not in the right frame of mind right now.  He needs time to process everything before anyone other than me can visit.  I’m sorry, Sweetie, I know how much visiting him means to you.  I’m going to go see him, then I’ll come over and fill you in some more, okay?”

Emily squeezed her eyes shut to ward off the tears she could feel burning at the bridge of her nose.  “Is he…  Is he going to be okay?”

“I hope so,” Sandy admitted quietly.  “I don’t want you visiting him until he’s had the chance to come to terms with everything.  He doesn’t know about Marty or Sam, I was told he doesn’t remember much of the ambush.  I don’t want you getting hurt should he lash out if you’re there, Emily.”

She nodded even though Sandra couldn’t see her.  “Okay…  Thank you for calling me,” she whispered.

“I’ll see you later,” Sandra murmured before ending the call.

Emily numbly stuffed her phone in her pocket.

 She didn’t remember the drive home from the lab or even walking into the small apartment she’d been renting for the past year.  She didn’t remember checking the mail, yet she dropped her mail and her keys on the antique oak coffee table with it’s scratched and marker-stained surface.

She felt numb yet at the same time she felt that itch.  

She didn’t remember going to sleep on the bathroom floor.

She just knew she woke up to someone shaking her shoulders and crying her name.  

Emily blinked open her eyes and frowned when she saw Sandy hovering over her.

No, not hovering.  Patching her up.  

She frowned, looking from her godmother to her arm.

“I’m taking you to the ER after I get you patched up,” Sandy’s voice was firm.  “You should’ve told me, Emmie!  You should’ve told me you were feeling that urge!”

Emily didn’t answer.  

She didn’t know what to say, how to respond.

She was just… numb.

[shreyamistry]

Kaitlyn x MC (Celeste) - All I Want For Christmas Is...

Kaitlyn x MC (Celeste)

Summary: Kaitlyn and Celeste are decorating for Christmas, both are excited and happy to be spending their first Christmas together in their apartment by themselves. But, what’s Christmas without a little Mariah Carey!

Word Count: 1600+

Tagging: @mlmichaelharrison  @kennaxval

A/N: Hi! This is my @choicesecretsanta gift for @lesbianvalgreaves ! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays Marty! I hope you love your gift and if not just message me we can work out a different fic haha (I mean that seriously, I want you to love your gift!)

Thanks for reading! I hope you like it!

Music plays on their stereo, filling the apartment with Christmas melodies. Ariana Grande’s rendition of Santa Tell Me playing, as Kaitlyn taps her fingers against her thighs to the beat as Celeste adds hooks to the ornaments. After hooking all of them up she hands a few to Kaitlyn and they arrange them on the tree in no particular order, besides what looked pretty. Kaitlyn’s ugly Christmas sweater a size too big on her wearing a funky design that matches with Celeste.

Celeste grabs the star from the bottom of their Christmas bin showing it to Kaitlyn, looking at the tree that neither of them was tall enough to reach the top. “I think you know what this means.” Celeste laughs, moving to stand behind Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn props Celeste upon her shoulders, her hands resting on the writer’s knees as she wobbles towards the Christmas tree set up in their living room. The tree glows with pink lights with matching deeper pink ornaments. Celeste squeals in fear and joy as she reaches to put the star on the top of the tree, her other hand resting on the shaved part of Kaitlyn’s head as she finally manages to drop the star on top of the tree.

Santa tell me if you really care…..

Kaitlyn helps Celeste off her shoulders, her hands lingering on Celeste’s waist grinning. Celeste rolls her eyes at her girlfriend, playfully shoving away her hands with a smile. Their puppy jumps up from the floor his paws clawing at Celeste’s legs to be picked up his ears back and his full of sadness drawing her in. She quickly scoops him into her arms spinning in a circle with him to the beat.

“I can’t fall in love if she won’t be here, next year!” She sings at the puppy bopping him teasingly on the nose before following into another spin. Moving to hold him above her as she moves, spinning in a circle bouncing him in her arms as he howls happily. She pulls him closer to herself, his doggy tongue lapping against her face as she giggles kissing him on the nose before turning him around to face Kaitlyn. “Achilles incoming!” She shouts rushing towards Kaitlyn pushing him into her face, as she’s caught off guard the dog giving her sloppy slobbery licks coating her face with saliva as Kaitlyn laughs.

“Don’t make me get Sappho!” Kaitlyn grins, moving closer to Celeste who wiggles out of her grasp leaving the dog in her arms instead as she scoops the kitten off the floor bringing her into the fray. She bats playfully at the dogs nose as Celeste sings happily in Kaitlyn’s direction.

“You know this tree isn’t going to decorate itself, Celeste!” Kaitlyn exclaims, with a chuckle between Celeste’s singing.

“Since when do you care about that kind of stuff?” Celeste teases back, before placing the kitten back onto the floor, her hands scratching her head one last time before turning back to Kaitlyn. “Can’t we just dance and cuddle our animals! The tree is basically done!”

“Wait.. do you hear that?” Kaitlyn interrupts, a somber expression stealing in her features. She places Achilles on the floor who tries to gnaw on her feet with his forming teeth. “It’s Mariah Carey.”

“Kaitlyn!” Celeste yells with a laugh, throwing a piece of wrapping paper at Kaitlyn that she deflects jumping into a fighting stance with a grin. “Don’t you dare!” Celeste warns with beaming with a grin, as Kaitlyn nods her head to the beat a few seconds before responding. Every time one of Kaitlyn’s favorite songs come on, she forces Celeste to dance with her no matter where they are or who’s watching, she makes absurd dance moves by herself before pulling Celeste into the fun and although Celeste finds it hilarious and loves it, she always protests as a joke.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Kaitlyn grins mischievously, shaking her shoulders at Celeste now, her body moving with her movements as she slowly moves towards Celeste who backs up against the wall. “I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know, make my wish come true…” The rockstar’s waist shimmies with her upper body as Celeste buries her face in her hands in embarrassment at the antics of her girlfriend. “One two, one two three! All I want for Christmas… issssss yooooooooou!” Kaitlyn sings excitedly before launching herself towards Celeste her arms wrapping around the writer’s waist. She scoops her into her arms, Celeste pushing against Kaitlyn’s chest with her hands, her shrieking laughter ringing out into the apartment the dog getting into the excitement. Kaitlyn spins her in circles singing loudly. Their pets trample around the floor, Achilles yelps with glee as the cat jumps after his tail trying to catch it in her mouth.

“I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know, make my wish come true…” Kaitlyn sings to Celeste spinning her in her arms pulling her close to her body by her waist her forehead pressed against Celeste’s smaller frame.

“ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOUUUUU! YOUUUUU! BABY!” The two girls scream out the lyrics at one another, Kaitlyn grinning from ear to ear, as she twirling Celeste away from her body dipping her backwards slightly, before spinning her back into her arms. Kaitlyn pulls Celeste extremely close, her breath on the latter’s lips as she smirks at her underneath her eyes.

“And I’m just gonna keep on waiting, underneath the mistletoe…” Kaitlyn drops her hand taking a piece of mistletoe from Achilles who wags his tail at her his whole body moving with excitement as Kaitlyn turns back to her girlfriend holding the mistletoe above their heads. Sappho jumps at his wagging body, her body flailing with excitement landing on the puppy’s back.

“Really?” Celeste laughs, glancing at the mistletoe in Kaitlyn’s hand..

“'Cause I just want you here tonight, Holding on to me so tight, What more can I do?” Kaitlyn sings the song softly to Celeste, a blush flushing through Kaitlyn’s cheeks, as she lets her eyes fall closed leaning in to kiss Celeste. A moment passes before she feels a wet nose against her lips, her eyes shooting open as she looks at Achilles who barks happily before giving Kaitlyn a single lick. Kaitlyn laughs, scratching behind his ear.

“All I want for Christmas is you…” Celeste sings softly back to Kaitlyn, out of key as she leans over Achilles pressing her lips against Kaitlyn’s sharing a lingering kiss with her girlfriend. Kaitlyn’s arms tighten around Celeste’s waists, her hands snaking slightly up the bottom of her girlfriend’s t-shirt her warm skin against her hands. Celeste moans softly into the kiss as Kaitlyn nips at her bottom lip with her teeth playfully. “Kaitlyn…”

Before Kaitlyn can deepen the kiss further, she feels Achilles paws scraping across the girls' faces. Pawing at them he cocks his head to the side in confusion as they turn to look at him. He barks happily having their attention slobbery licking the both of them, before squirming in Celeste’s arms. With a laugh, she places him onto the floor turning back to Kaitlyn’s who stands in personal space before she can even stand up completely.

“I got..” Kaitlyn starts, kissing Celeste’s nose, “You a gift!”

“We said not until Christmas, you cheater!” Celeste laughs, pushing on Kaitlyn’s shoulder with her hand. “Kaitlyn that looks like a jewelry box, I swear if you spent more than like two dollars-”

“Shut up and open it, you dork.” Kaitlyn grins, placing the box in between Celeste’s hands, kissing the top of her hand. She motions for Celeste to go ahead with a quick eye roll Celeste resolves into a grin as she tears the wrapping paper off of the box. She quickly balls up the wrapping paper tossing it in Sappho’s direction, the kitten springs after it with glee batting at it with playful meows. Celeste shakes her head with a goofy smile as she pops the top off of the box throwing it over her shoulder. “Really?” Kaitlyn laughs.

“I’m excited shush!” Celeste smiles, unwrapping the gift paper holding the present into place. Her fingers graze over the chain of the necklace first as she pulls it out of the package, a small gem coiling down the necklace. “You didn’t..” Celeste gasps, looking at the necklace in her hand reading the small engraving on it. K.L + C.D. An outline of a rose sat at the back of the K, and a piece of cursive letters spiral off of the D in Celeste’s name.

“I did.” Kaitlyn grins, brushing down a few stubbly hairs from the shaved side of her head as she looks bashful for a moment. “Let me put it on you.” Celeste nods happily, her hands moving to pull her black hair up off her shoulders so Kaitlyn can snap it in the back. It takes a few seconds for Kaitlyn to finish before she turns back her girlfriend beaming. “You’d look hot in just that.”

“Why do you have to ruin every moment?” Celeste laughs, she moves to press herself against Kaitlyn hooking her leg around her hip. “I love you so much, Kaitlyn.” She brushes her nose against Kaitlyn’s looking deeply into her eyes, a layer of tears building in her eyes.

“I love you more, Celeste.” Kaitlyn leans in stealing a kiss from her girlfriend as rest of the world fades around them, the lingering excitement and feeling of Kaitlyn’s lips on hers.

[bullet-prooflove]

CSI: NY Fanfic: Complicated - Chapter Seventeen

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Don Flack x OC

Summary: Does it have to be this hard?

Chapters:

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five,Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine,Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve, Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen, Chapter Fifteen, Chapter Sixteen, 

Tagging:  @starryrevelations

Reilly's Bar was busy which suited Flack's mood. Both him and Danny were perched on stools at the bar, Danny was cradling a bottle of Bud in his hand while Flack nursed a pint of Guinness. The two of them needed the distraction right now, the past few days had been a blur of heinous acts and gruesome discoveries.

Today though had been the worst, walking in on what appeared to be a Mexican stand off between Marty Pino, a handful of drug loads and a couple of ambitious kids, after discovering his murder bunker had been the perfect end to an wretched day. He didn't envy the Crime Lab or the M.E's job after seeing those steel drums lined up oozing red from rim of the lids.

Danny was peeling the label off his beer bottle, still shaking his head as he thoughts played through the events of the day. Marty Pino had been an acquaintance at the very best, but still he was shaken by the turn in which the case had taken. Never had he expected such twisted actions from someone he knew, hell he didn't expect it from any of the criminals they ran into on a day to day basis.

"It's fucked up." he submitted into the air, taking a swig from his beer bottle.

Flack nodded his head in silent acknowledgement of the statement. Every time he closed his eyes he saw the blood smeared across the kitchen utensils, clumps of discarded organs stuck to the bottom of that blender. The tang of iron was in his mouth before he washed it down with a gulp of Guinness.

"Well, I think it's safe to say neither of us will be sleeping well tonight." Flack muttered, gesturing to the bartender to keep the drinks coming.

"At least you've got Grace to wake up to." Danny pointed at Flack with his near empty beer bottle.

Flack shuddered at the thought of her sharing his experience from today. Bile churned in his stomach at the memories of Pino's death place. He couldn't detail the crimes that had been committed over the past few days. Grace had enough nightmares of her own, she didn't need his stacking up along side them.

"I'm telling you Danny, she'd been off work a week and the woman's already driving me crazy." Flack complained, in attempt to inject some humour into their dark moods. "My apartment's spotless, I have to keep telling her she's my girlfriend not my maid."

"She's bored. What do you expect?" Danny reminded Flack before a smirk curved across stubbly cheeks. "Why don't you suggest she puts on a maids outfit and get a little something something while she's making herself useful?"

"Day three." Flack informed Danny biting his lower lip at the memory as the familiar surge of endorphins rushed through him. "I come home and she's wearing one, fishnet stockings and tiny feather duster..."

Both men fell silent at the image that Flack had just illustrated.

"She's a wild one." Danny remarked, taking another swig from his beer bottle.

"You have no idea what that woman can think of when she's left to her own devices." Flack told his friend, using his fingertips to push his empty glass away from him.

"Why don't you just give it up already? Make it official." Danny prompted, a grin spreading across his face at the thought.

"Are you crazy?" Flack exclaimed, sloshing his fresh pint of Guinness as he set it down. "She's not ready for that yet."

"I dunno Buddy, the two of you are practically living together already." Danny pointed out, with a shrug of his shoulders as he thought of the next best thing. "Why not just shift her stuff over and get some help with the rent?"

"This is still Grace we're talking about right?" Flack responded. "The woman who took three months to actually spend the whole night at my place instead of sneaking out in the dead of night."

"Things change." Danny reminded the other man. "I think you'll find she has too. I've never seen her smile the way she has been recently. Months ago she would have gone ballistic over that thing with Elgars now she's all about taking things in her stride."

Flack wrapped his hands around the pint glass, his thumbs ticking out a tune as his turned his head to Danny sensing that the other man had something more to say.

"She dropped by the Lab yesterday and picked up the escape bag she was keeping at the bottom of her locker." Danny submitted, a wide grin spreading across his features like a Cheshire Cat.

Flack stared at his friend stunned, on the way in Grace had dropped in lunch for him and Angell at his desk yesterday he had never dreamed that she had another motive entirely for being in the area. The escape bag had been weighting on his mind recently, Will Hamlin had been officially charged last month. The bastard had been given five years for assault on a police officer with a deadly weapon. Mac's case had been airtight, only the fact that he hadn't actually gotten the chance to take a shot at Grace with her weapon had prevented them from upgrading the charge to attempted murder.

Grace had been a wreck in the weeks pre-dating the trial. Flack would wake up in the early hours to find her side of the bed empty and the window in the lounge leading to the fire escape open. Many a night he'd found her sitting out there, clad in one of his hockey jersey's smoking from the emergency pack of Marlborough's she kept to hand. On nights like that he would take the blanket from the back of the couch and fold it around the both of them while they watched the sunrise on the city in silence.

"Made you think no?" Danny said breaking through Flack's memories with a knowing look.

"Nine months isn't a long time." Flack stated staring into the depths of his glass.

"Almost six years Flack." Danny pointed out. "That's how long the two of you have been doing this dance."

Danny was right, their relationship had had started the moment the two of them had met. There hadn't been another woman that could fulfil him after she'd walked into his life, even though he had spent years trying to fill the hole that was aching in his soul. They had wasted so much time searching for each other in the depths of other people. This was it for him. There wouldn't be anyone else after her.

Flack rubbed the back of his head. Everyday their job was filled with more and more uncertainty, hell the entire world was. Who knew what was going to happen tomorrow?

Why waste the moments you have left?

How close had the two of them come to losing each other over the years? The answer was staring Flack dead in the face as he thought about it.

Too many...

"We live in dangerous times." Danny told him. "I say if you love her go for it."

"Your a romantic at heart you know that Messer?" Flack said, clinked his glass against Danny's beer bottle in agreement before chugging down the rest of his pint.

He rose to his feet, snatching up his leather jacket off of the bar.

"Where you going?" Danny asked, frowning at the other man's sudden change in behaviour.

"There's something I gotta do." Flack responded, tugging his jacket up over his shoulders.

"Now?" Danny exclaimed, his face lighting up as he clambered to his own feet.

Flack shrugged his shoulders, that boyish smile was back on his features and Danny could see the extent of the happiness shining in his friend's eyes as the two looked at each other.

"Good luck man." Danny beamed, clapping Flack on the shoulder in joy.

"It's Grace we're talking about here." Flack reminded him, rolling his eyes. "I'm gonna need all the luck I can get."

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[itsreigns]

Regrets

Marty Scurll x reader Angsty/Fluff    

(Y/N)'s car breaks down and in a panic she dials the first number she can think of- Marty, with whom she's currently on break from. He shows up, worried sick about her and getting all protective, and they're talking over each other, both trying to get to the same point: that they want the other one back.

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For the first time in over a year, you’re traveling by yourself in your old car. Your chest tightened with anxiety, considering you weren’t used to be alone in such long trips, much less being the one driving, and especially so late at night.

Then, your mind started slipping to subjects you didn’t want to, especially as you drove. You started thinking about Marty, and your break up, which is why you’re alone in this old, stupid car.

In all honesty, the reason you broke up is just so… stupid. You started arguing over a fucking beer some guy had paid you that night at the bar. He got jealous for some reason and angry because you actually accepted it.

You never thought it’d have such repercussions, it was just a beer, you never meant to do any harm or to disrespect your boyfriend. But it was too late now. You both started raising your voices, both said things you didn’t mean, and then, there was no way back.

He told you it was over, shutting you up instantly. You didn’t say another word, as tears threatened to spill, and you really didn’t need to be told twice. You crouched slightly to grab your stuff, and he opened his mouth to speak but you never let him, walking away in just a matter of seconds.

You turn on the radio, and turn the volume up, trying to cloud your racing mind. There’s barely anyone on the road this late. You had passed by a couple of cars but not too many, and honestly, you didn’t know if you were glad you didn’t pass by more cars or if you should be scared that there weren’t many people out.

So far, the radio was being successful in its job, keeping your thoughts at bay, and the drive itself was going smoothly. Until suddenly, your car breaks down. In the middle of nowhere. No single car in sight. Barely any lights on the side of the road.

You somehow manage to pull up on the side of the road, trying to turn the engine on multiples times, all with no success. You let your head fall against the wheel, tears burning your eyes as you try to control your unstable breathing.

It wasn’t working at all, and it all got worse when you started looking around, nervously. Your overthinking-self starts to observe and analyze all those details, your breath quickening at each information you’ve come to terms with. But the last drop was the fact that… you didn’t have anyone you could call, or anyone who’d care if you called them. You were alone.

After the break-up, you distanced yourself from everyone, considering your closest friends were also his friends. Yes, it was an enormous price to pay, but you couldn’t afford being close to him, and you didn’t want to make things between all of you awkward.

Your brain quickly did a summary of your current situation: your car broke down in the middle of nowhere, you’re alone, you also have no one to call for help, so you’re extra alone, you have no idea how you’ll get out of here.

It all culminated in a major breakdown, bringing to surface everything you were trying to bury: the break up, the heartbreak, the current fear and panic… everything. You started sobbing, a panic attack rushing through you. You move to the passenger’s seat, as if stepping away from the danger, but fully knowing it was stupid.

You pull your knees to your chest, hugging them tightly. You can’t think straight, everything is blurred. Honestly, you don’t even know how long you stayed like that.

Somehow, you find yourself calling someone, you weren’t even sure who. It’s like the nerves erased your mind. And that’s when he answered the call.

“(Y/N)?” The voice on the other end says quietly, unsure.

God, how you missed his voice. Just hearing him say your name again was enough to kill you. That’s when you break down again, letting out a sob and pressing your face tightly against your knees.

“What’s going on? Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?” He asks, worriedly. When you didn’t answer, and kept on crying, he pushes again, pleading even. “What happened? (Y/N), talk to me, baby. Please.”

“My car- broke. I- alone. No one- I can- call.” You manage to get out in between sobs.

“Your car broke? Where? Where are you?” He questions, fearfully, and you could distinguish shuffling and the sound of keys in the background. You try and calm yourself down a bit, so you could help yourself and him.

“I don’t… know. I just… I passed by that diner… the one that has the eggs-“ You start, trying to organize your thoughts, but tears still rolling down your cheeks.

“Those eggs with the secret ingredient we always tried to get the waiter to tell us what it was?” He cuts you off, quickly, and you heard his engine starting.

“Y-yeah.” You confirm, your heart somehow warming up at both the thought and knowing he remembers it too.

“Don’t get out of the car. I’ll be there in ten, okay?” He informs, now quietly again, but also sweetly.

“Okay.” You whisper, ending the call right after.

You put your phone down, hugging your knees once again, and hiding your face against them. You want to forget where you are, all the circumstances… everything. You just want these 10 minutes to pass by quickly, even if it means talk to your ex after months of not talking, and get to a safe place.

Suddenly, you hear a car pull up, and your first thought is that it’s someone strange, someone who’ll hurt you… You didn’t even think it could be Marty already.

A light knock on the window beside you, followed by your door opening gently, make you sob harder in fear, your heart bursting in your chest.

“Hey, hey, I’m here. It’s okay. You’re okay.” He says soothingly, somehow managing to sit on the corner of your seat and pulling you into his arms, hugging you tightly. You unravel your arms from your knees, wrapping them around him.

You missed him so much. His touch, his voice… all the little things.

He held you as long as necessary, running his fingers through your hair, just as he did many times before, until you finally calmed down.

“Are you feeling better?” He asks softly, once you finally pull away from him, tugging a strand of your hair behind your hair as he takes in your features.

“Yeah… Thank you. And I’m sorry.” You reply, your voice hoarse. His brows furrow in confusion, urging you to explain. “For bothering you… I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have called.”

“You didn’t… You never bother me. And you should call me. I care about you. I honestly never stopped.” He declares tenderly, locking his gaze with yours. “Neither did the guys. We all miss you.”

“Can you just… call the tow truck?” You ask in a pleading tone, silently begging him to drop the subject.

He lets out a sigh, hanging his head. “Yeah… I can.”

But he still didn’t move. He’s still sitting there, waiting for something. You’re not sure what, but he definitely is.

“(Y/N)… We need to talk.” He says after a couple of minutes. The second those words left his lips, you tried to get out of his grasp and out of the car, but he didn’t let you. “Just hear me out. Please.” He pleads, holding you in place. You didn’t fight him anymore, so he took a deep breath and started talking. “I know I was the one who broke up with you, but… it was so stupid, I was angry and hotheaded and I said some stupid things.”

“You hurt me a lot, you know? I haven’t done anything wrong and you lashed out on me, unexpectedly.” You say, your voice small, as you avert your gaze from his.

“I know… I just… I was scared. I was so fucking scared. Because in that little action, that small moment, I realized that… I was in love with you. It showed me how fucking scared I was of losing you, how easily another guy could take you away from me.” He explains, a small tad of anger still lacing his tone.

“So… you broke up with me instead of telling me all that?” You question, incredulously.

“I’m an idiot. And I’m stubborn. You know me.” He sighs, his eyes falling to your somehow joined hands.

You look at each other as if asking each other when did that happen, and truth is… neither of you knew. It just happened. Naturally. He runs his thumb softly along the back of your hand, his eyes attentively watching it.

“I never told you before, but… I love you, (Y/N).” He finally admits, his voice not above a whisper. “I wish I could take it all back and have you back in my arms.”

“I’m literally in your arms right now, Marty.” You chuckle softly, blushing a bit.

“You know what I meant…” He frowns, once again averting his gaze from yours.

You smile, and reach up, cradling his stubble-covered cheek in your hand, and caressing it gently. He looks up at you again, hope written all over his features.

“You’re so lucky I love you too.” You mumble, shooting him a small smile. He mirrors you, before leaning down unexpectedly and pressing his lips to yours.

“I really am lucky.” He smiles widely, pecking your lips a couple of times. “I’m never letting you go ever again, you hear me?”

“I hope you don’t.” You whisper, pressing your forehead against his.

“I won’t.” He assures you, kissing you once again. “Now, let’s call the tow truck and head to the hotel, because I need to smother you with cuddles all night, because 1, I miss you, 2, I have to make up for the lost time.” He informs, chuckling softly.

“Oh, only cuddles?” You tease, fake pouting. He groans before replying, a grin forming on his lips.

“Okay, maybe not just cuddles.”

[alittlepronetopanic]

The Part Where We Kiss

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Prompt(s): "Isn’t this supposed to be the part where we kiss?"

Pairing: Deeks x Reader

Word Count: 581

Hope you enjoy it! And as always, feedback is appreciated. :)

You and Deeks pulled up at your new home for the next few days. Stepping out dressed in a camouflaged military uniform, you walk round the car making your way towards your fake husband who wears his usual type of clothing.

Keeping up appearances, you waited for the removal van to arrive at the base. As Callen and Sam step out, they loaded the items into the house, including surveillance equipment that would be situated in an empty bedroom. Your moving in process began gathering a crowd from the fellow military families that lived near you, which is what was probably needed if you were going to get close to them.

Deeks found his way beside you, and grabbed your hand, squeezing it softly. You look at him as a little smirk appears from his lips, you could tell he was enjoying this. Kensi even warned you he would likely become unbearable, and even though you brushed it off at the time, you were starting to think she was right.

Soon after arriving, Callen and Sam leave without drawing attention to themselves. You take a moment, looking round at the other houses as Deeks' arm finds it's way round you, draping his hand over your shoulder. You turned to him again, noticing that the idiotic smirk that was on his face not long ago hadn't faded.

You kept your eyes firmly on hi, watching the corners of his mouth slowly move towards the edge of his face. He doesn't move his eyes off you, and it was making you wonder if there was something on your face that you couldn't see.

“What?” you wondered, brushing your hand against your face trying to remove any crumbs or whatever it was that Deeks was staring at. You ran your tongue along your teeth, “Is there something on my face, or in my teeth?” you mused.

Deeks' smile became bigger, and looking around, he noticed a couple watching you both as they walk into the house next door. He didn't even answer your question before he asked one himself, “Isn’t this supposed to be the part where we kiss?” he asked, sounding almost too serious about it.

You almost choked on your own saliva in shock. Even though you knew it would help your credibility if it did actually kiss him. Instead you decided to show him up a bit.

Laughing slightly, you allowed a big grin to form on your face, “Only in your very wildest dreams, Deeks.” you joked before elbowing him in the ribs.

You stomp off before Marty started calling after you, “[Y/N]. Baby doll. Sweetheart. Honeypie”. Standing at the end of the path, the couple who was watching starting laughing in amusement. Deeks gave them a little wave before going inside the house.

Deeks' arrival was met by a little giggle from you as you sat on the stairs, he knew you were only kidding. You walk towards him, stopping when you felt the front of his shoes touch yours, “Now is the part where we kiss.” you tell him as you tiptoe slightly and pressing your lips against the stubble on his cheek. Maybe Kensi was wrong after all.

A confused look took over his face, “But nobody can see us.” Deeks observed. Though he wasn't complaining, he enjoyed the kiss, probably a little more than he should've. And going undercover was just an opportunity for Marty's feelings to grow. Even if you didn't know about them.

[fox-mulders-ties]

3 isn't a favourite episode, I must admit.  It's a boring episode with a dreadful script and ridiculous dialogue.  Mulder's depressed, which is understandable but hardly inspiring, and I just can't get into it. But unfortunately I’m sticking mainly to the plot because I had to watch it to get screen caps.

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It's been a while since Skinner reopened the X Files but theyobviously haven’t been open, and according to the girlie calendar in the plastic draped office, Scully missed Mulder's birthday which is probably why he's so sad.  Wearing his UFO Circles tie, you can tell he's very depressed as he changes the calendar from May to November as he's still unshaven.  He files Scully's X File and her badge and glasses in a filing cabinet before he gets a call to go out to LA.

There's a crime scene at a mansion, and one of the guys is wearing a tie that looks a lot like the one Krycek was last seen in.  Mulder spies a hot tub and starts to strip off, but unfortunately he's only collecting evidence.  Resistant local cop is less resistant after a Mulder monolgue but then burns Mulder with a comment about his not having a partner.

Marty Mulder makes some calls to blood banks where he finds where his suspect works, and heads out to get him. He only has his small flashlight since Scully's not with him.  He brings him in and thoughtfully sets up a red light because the fluoro burns.  He happens to have a mirror on him to check just how hot he looks under a red light.

Light streams in the next morning, and an almost fresh Mulder (still with face fuzz) is standing there wearing the No-ho in the Rojo tie.  The name of the tie is a message to Mulder for later in the episode.

Mulder offers to cover the windows if the vampire man wants to talk, but the vampire man chooses to burn.  The Coroner with the cool tie that I couldn't get a good shot of examines the dead guy with Mulder.  After discovering a stamp from a club, Mulder checks out Club Tepes, which appears to be rather pretentious club where nobody dances.  This is where the script starts sounding stilted and awkward or it could just be Mulder.  Mulder finds a vampire chick to make clumsy small talk with.  He's really not very good at picking up women and relies on women to make the first move (according to my long-standing headcanon).  This woman doesn't have a lot going for her but she fits Mulder's criteria by making a move on him, and she also possibly needing saving.  The fact that she admits to killing people is probably a bonus for Mulder who's not in a good place and death by vampire sounds less embarrassing than autoerotic asphyxiation.

He turns into a peeping tom at a restaurant he follows vampire chick (aka Kristin) to, where he's beaten up and thrown down some stairs for his voyeurism tendencies.  Vampire chick's playmate gets killed, and after checking out the crime scene with his now larger flashlight, he has to find out where she lives.  They search her house.  He's a bit peckish so he looks for something to eat but all he can find is a blood loaf. Nice.  He hides this from the LAPD because he obviously doesn't want to share.

He waits there for Kristin to return and he must have gotten the “No-ho in the Rojo tie” message because he's taken the fucking tie off. That's not what I meant, Mulder, FFS.  He flashes his badge and wants to take her into protective custody (that's hardly original  but I'd play along) then they both mumble a lot.  I hope these two had better chemistry IRL. And I hope you appreciate that I'm sitting through this awkward discourse to take screen caps and it's dragging on and on.  Vampire Chick notices Scully's cross and tragically it doesn't make her burn.  She even touches it.   But Mulder's so empty.  He thinks he's lost her for good and if he can't feel alive he wants to feel dead.  

He volunteers to stay because she won't go into protective custody, but she insists that he be clean. (Now it's sounding like a bad porno). Vampire Chick must have an aversion to pash rash and helps him shave. I like to think that Mulder hasn't shaved since Scully was taken and he just has stubble that won't grow past 4mm, so I'm quite disappointed that he's shaving, essentially giving up on her. But since he's half naked I'm willing to look past it.

As she helps him finish shaving and nicks him (mmm blood), they pash for a bit, then he gets dressed and falls asleep in a chair in her bedroom.  That's all I saw so I can't assume anything else happened.  All I know is that after Vampire Chick's  boyfriend came back from the dead, she raced in to Mulder who was fully dressed, asleep in a chair, and despite this being the first sleep he's had in ages, she rudely woke him up.  I saw no fucking or evidence thereof, ergo it didn't happen.  It's getting easier for me to disregard canon the more I do it.   Actually, I really don't care what they got up to as long as it made him stop hurting for a bit, I'm just being pedantic.  And maybe he does put out that easy with anyone but Krycek.

Mulder and Kristin go racing around the house a bit, Mulder pulls off some awesome wrestling moves, then he runs around trying to do his “I didn't save Samantha but I'll save you” thing.  Then a really strong chick comes from nowhere and after pulling him through the sunroof on the BMW, vants to suck his blood. Vampire Chick saves him, then gets him out of the house by making him go running down the road (bless her) while she sets the place on fire.  That's a really irresponsible thing to do during a total fire ban.  

Afterwards, Mulder sits on a hill lamenting having failed to save yet another person and holds Scully's cross.  I think he’s feeling even worse than he did at the start of the episode, but it's hard to tell because he shaved.  I’m looking forward to Scully’s return and Mopey Mulder’s disappearance.