#6 x 22

[vino---delectable]

Me storming off to the bathroom during the hole in the heart and my dad at first laughed about it bc he knew he was my favorite... Like how heartless can you be!!!

I was sobbing!!

He did give me a big hug before he went to bed though so at least he did that... Still upset about it 4 months later though

[sapphic--kiwi]

in which gus absolutely cannot cook (canon in my heart)

directly inspired by @strawbbz (art from this post)

[mrsaltieri-real]

Sam Carpenter as a Girlfriend (SFW and NSFW)

Sam Carpenter as a girlfriend (with fem!afab!reader)

A/N: Just realised this will be my last post as a 22 year old as it’s my birthday tomorrow and I’ve never written anything for my best girl before. Disgraceful. So let’s start off with some Headcanons!

SFW

Initially, it takes her a while to trust you

She wanted just a fling to start with but found she couldn’t stop thinking about you and it was driving her nuts

Eventually plucks up the courage to ask you out and is just so relieved when you say yes

She’d be very hesitant on dates and try and avoid talking about herself as much as possible

Is still on edge after everything with Richie and his family, she doesn’t know if you’re just using her

She has really bad trust issues, will need a lot of reassurance that you’re in it for the long run

Will take her a few months to begin to open up about herself

Once she does? Oh boy.

Honestly the sweetest girlfriend ever

She’ll open doors for you, pull out your chair for you, kiss your hand

She’s just a sweetie

Loves taking her girlfriend on dates to the movies so she has an excuse to hold your hand or put her arm around you

Likes to lie down with her head in your lap and just chat to you about the most mundane things, enjoying the normality

ADORES it when you play with her hair

She’s just so SOFT with you

But extremely overprotective

Considering what she’s been through can you blame her?

Anyone looks at you the wrong way she’ll immediately get defensive

She’ll honestly square up to a 6ft5 boxer if they made you even a little uncomfortable

Will honestly knock a bitch out for you and have no regrets

She likes it when you cook for her

Even if you’re an awful cook she’ll eat every last bite of it

Likes to get stoned and laugh with you all fucking night

Works overtime at her job just so she can treat you to date nights, jewelry, clothes, everything

When you tell her to stop she’ll shut you DOWN

Loved to cuddle, more in private

Gushes about you to Tara

Will watch you sleep for hours on end just asking herself how she got so lucky to find someone like you

Her main love languages are words of affirmation, gift giving and quality time

She’s seriously an amazing girlfriend

NSFW

Sam is a FREAK I don’t make the rules

She’s a dom, a goddamn top

Has a high sex drive for sure

Channels her inner rage and bloodlust into fucking you stupid

She’s an ass and thigh girl with a soft spot for tits

But HEAVY on the thighs

She’ll tie you down and grind her clit on your thigh till she cums

And make you do the same to her, literally manhandle you into her and force your hips to move

Owns a strap, scratch that, she has an entire collection of sex toys that she’ll use on you

Treat her strap like it’s her own cock

She’ll make you gag on it, beg for it, fuck your hand with it

Really really gets her going when your sucking her off, looking up into her eyes

Her hands will be on your head, forcing it down your throat

Likes to finger you. Like, REALLY likes to finger you

Then force her fingers into your mouth and make you taste yourself

Same when she’s eating you cunt, she’ll make out with you hard afterward

Likes you to know how wet she’s made you

Her favourite positions with the strap are missionary and doggy

Doggy because she likes the view and it allows her to spank you (she loves spanking)

Missionary because it allows her to kiss you, choke you, rub your clit

A big dirty talker. Not much on degradation but has a massive praise kink on both ends

Likes when you tell her how good she feels, likes to tell you how good you are, how amazing you taste, how good you feel

Really loves phone sex, hearing you get off to her words is just such a turn on for her

She does enjoy scissoring but she prefers thigh riding

Likes when you scratch her up with your nails hard enough to draw blood

Expect to be marked up to holy hell when she is done with you

She really loves to leave hickeys everywhere

You neck, chest, stomach, thighs

Everywhere

Has a big ol’ blood kink that she can’t help

Same with a knife kink

But she’s very calculated with how she incorporates that, the last thing she’d want to do is scare you away

Can and will go down on you for hours, overstimulate the hell out of you and not stop till SHE is done with tasting you

But she loves to receive just as much

She’ll literally fuck your face till your a whimpering, drooling mess

Likes to make you ride her face, will die happily suffocated by your cunt

Sometimes it’s like she a woman possessed and she just can’t control herself when she’s around you

But this is all when she entirely trusts you

After Richie and how he treated her it took her a while to let someone see that side of her

The aftercare is sweet

She’ll clean you up, leaving kisses on every mark she left and just be so gentle with you

Likes to take showers with you and help you clean yourself up

You’ll fall asleep to her tracing her fingers over the hickeys she’d left scattered across your body

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Joan Jett & The Blackhearts – Bad Reputation

[lostalioth]

𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝

→ premise: steve spoils you, a little too much. for once in your relationship he’s denying you the thing he always gives you, orgasms.

→ paring: steve harrington x fem!reader

→ warnings: eighteen+, smut, unprotected sex orgasm denial, mirror sex, very small daddy kink, mean!steve, nicknames [babe, baby princess, my girl], praising, very small degrading

→ a/n: 06 kinktober! did’nt proofread at all so sorry for mistakes

Steve never denied you anything, your friends often teased him constantly for giving in to you. He often gives you multiple orgasms each night. He cant help how pretty you look when you're squirming, whining and giving into your high washing over you. He can't help but think you’re beginning to take them for granted, since you’ve started asking him for more than one. He needs to remind you just who is the one giving you them. So now he’s going to deny you your sweet release.

“Stevie p-please just let me cum” you whine and attempt to give Steve puppy dog eyes through the mirror. He was pressed against your back, his big hands held onto your waist as he thrusted into you. His cock made you feel so full every time he was inside you. He was bigger than most girls could handle but you were able to take all of him. Steve thought he was gonna lose it and cum the second he first bottomed out inside you. That stinging beautiful stretch that happens each time he first slides his cock inside drove you crazy. You’re only an hour into steve fucking you in front of the large full length mirror that stood in your room. Normally Steve would have had you cumming for the second time by now. But he was punishing you.

“Can't do that sweet girl, I've spoiled ya’ a bit too much princess. Turned my girl into a greedy slut cause a givin’ you so many orgasms. So you don't get to cum” he laughed softly in a mocking tone at your small grumbles and whines of protests. You were already so close to the edge ready to fall over and let your high wash over you. You needed to be good and listen but Steve wanted to toutre you, make it impossible not to cum.

His thrusts start to speed up and get rougher, pushing you forward to your hands and knees. “God, this pussy s‘good baby. You're squeezing the shit outta me babe” he groans and digs his fingers into your waist and hips. You were already getting worked up over his praise and rambling of how good it is, the thought of the bruises that’ll be left on your body at the end only excited you more. “Just let me cum this once please steve i don't need more than one, just gimme one please” you were pleading by this point the knot forming in the pit of your stomach was becoming unbearably tight. Steve grunts and grabs your discarded panties that were left on the floor and stuffs them in your parted mouth. The whine you let out is muffled by the soaked fabric, you can taste your slick on your tongue as your eyebrows furrow begging Steve with your eyes. He usually turns to mush from your dough eyes not this time. He was unrelenting.

“Gotta shut this pretty mouth of yours up, I coulda just denied you my cock would that be better?” He tilts his head, looking at you through the mirror, that is beginning to fog up slightly. You frantically shake your head, tears brimming your eyes. Being denied your orgasm began to hurt, your throbbing red puffy cunt begging for relief and more at the same time.

Your teary eyes earn you a tilted smirk through the mirror and a kiss at the base of your spine. “Good girl” Steve grunts as he continues his abusing thrusts hitting the sponge sweet spot deep inside you. A spot Steve's cock hits everytime without fail.

You bite down on your cotton panties that were silencing you to concentrate on not letting go.

Your hips involuntarily bucking back to meet Steve's deep and hard thrusts, we’re betraying you however and making that seem like mission fucking impossible The tears sliding down your face only made Steve speed up. Your hands flail around looking for anything to hold onto and steady yourself, they end up landing on the back of Steve's thighs. Digging your nails into the plush skin, causing Steve to let out a small hiss at the pain. You both knew there’d be crescent shaped indents left by the time your punishment is done.

“I’m real close princess, fuck” he grunts as he throws his head back. You could tell without the warning he was close, his thrusts lost rhythm and his cock was throbbing inside you. The pain of holding your orgasm back was building up faster and you were becoming overly sensitive. You felt every little drag and pulse of his cock inside you and it was only making you cry harder.

Steve thrusts deep inside you one last time and rambles of “good girl” alongside your name as he shoots hot white strings of cum deep inside you, filling you up. Pain shoots through your lower half and you let out a loud whine as steve rubs circles on your hips and smiles at the forming purple and yellow bruises.

He held still inside you and even though he finished your hips were still grinding back on him softly, your body begging for release. All the built up tension getting to your head, making you a desperate whining mess. “Think I should let you cum baby? You were s’good for me” he pulls your now sopping wet panties from your mouth. A mixture of your slick and saliva rubs down your chin. He began trailing small kisses up your back and rubbing out the knots and kinks in your back waiting on an answer. You knew there was only one right answer that would get you the release you so desperately needed. “Only if you think i deserve it daddy” you whine and let go of his thighs to wipe your eyes and chin.

“There’s my good girl, my girl may be spoiled but she always deserves it” he leans down and captures your lips in a steamy kiss, mumbling ‘cum’ against your soft lips. Sliding his hand down your hip and between your legs, rubbing your needy cilt finally giving it attention for the first time tonight. He’s quick to slip tongue between your parted lips when you gasp in surprise and pleasure.

It’s not long at all before your high comes crashing over you practically making your whole body shake.

→ a/n: first time writing for steve so i hope he doesnt seem out of character :/! Ive gotten very behind on kinktober and had to shorten my prompt list but hopefully i can finish it now!!

[secrettreestuffidk]

you ever think about how pretty much the only reason we use base10 is because we have 10 fingers and if everyone had 6 fingers on each hand we'd use base12 and never even think a thing of it and also math would be pretty much better in every way?

[patrickkingart]

The protagonist squadrons of Ace Combat 04, 5, Zero, 6, 7, and X

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[august-donovan]

August’s 34th birthday was one for the books. Since his incarceration at seventeen, birthdays had become a day like any other for a decade. And then he was released and birthdays were something that he had to readjust to. To this day it is still hard for the man to openly accept gifts or recognition. He hated being in the center of attention. Addie asked him early on how he wanted to spend his birthday, she was always accommodating of his introverted self. It was something about her that he absolutely loved. Naturally, August requested a lowkey day with just them, his son, and their combined dogs. And that’s what she gave him. 

His day started off with a bang, quite literally. Ares was jumping up and down on his father’s bed, pounding on the bottom of a cooking pot with a wooden spoon as he sang Happy Birthday off key. It was loud and disorienting from the jumping but August loved every moment of it and he would have this as his morning alarm every day for the rest of his life if he could. August sat up in bed, laughing as he watched his young son finish his rendition of the song. Once he had, August clapped proudly for his son before he opened his arms to catch the child as he leapt towards him. “Happy birthday, daddy!” Ares said, his blue eyes shimmering up at him. 

Adaline made her presence known now—she had been standing in the doorway, silently laughing—now she approached the bed, a breakfast tray in her hand. Tied to one of the handles was a balloon that read “happy birthday” in a curvy font. Ares was bouncing up and down on his dad and then crawled beside him so he could see the food. “Look what we did!” Addie said cheerfully, showing August the pancake that was covered in candles, it looked more than 34 to August; he had a feeling Ares had too much fun adding the candles so he kept going until there was no more. 

— — — — —

The next morning, August was the first one up. With Addie and Ares still sleeping, he took it upon himself to make them breakfast after they had spoiled him so much the previous day. He was standing in front of the kitchen island, rapping along to Phora that was coming from the speaker on the other end of the counterspace. In front of him, he was slicing up strawberries, bananas, and apples. When he saw Addie coming into the room, he couldn’t help but smile at her. She was so beautiful. He felt his heart racing at the sight of her. As soon as she was in his arms, this explosion of love only intensified. His hands slid down her waist to pull her closer—bam! The loud knock at the door startled them both, sending Addie and August a few inches apart. 

August slid his hand along Addie’s jaw in an attempt to lull away the concern in her eyes. “Stay here,” he whispered and started for the door. Every footstep he took grew heavier and heavier the further away from Addie he went. August had no idea who was on the other side of the door, but he knew whatever was the reason was bad—the urgency in the knock revealed this. Slowly, August peeked through the side window and saw several officers standing, one with his gun tight in his hand but aimed towards the ground. 

His breathing intensified immediately. It was happening and there was nothing he could do about this. He thought about his son sleeping upstairs. He could hear the dogs barking loudly, still secured behind the bedroom door thankfully. His thoughts went to Addie and how scared she must be in the kitchen wondering who was banging on his door this early in the morning. August wanted to run to her, to try and explain this away, but how could he? Another loud bang came from the barrier in front of him and August jumped again. He didn’t want to open the door but he had to. He wanted to be strong but bravery ran out the back door the moment he peeked out the window and saw the officers. 

“August Donovan, we know you’re in there, open up now. This is your last chance to go willingly!” came the booming voice of an officer. 

August gripped the doorknob now but still he couldn’t open it. He felt his eyes burning with fear, his heart was hammering against his chest, and he wondered if his heavy breathing was turning into a panic attack. “Open it,” he muttered to himself, swallowing hard, and then he yanked it open as fast as he could and raised his hands up to show the cops he meant them no harm. 

The largest of the bunch grabbed August by the scruff of his neck and slammed him into the wall, pulling his hands behind his back so swiftly and aggressively that he felt his muscles pulling in his shoulders. August didn’t resist. He didn’t react. He didn’t speak. He was compliant. His mind was already trying to pull him back in time to those terrible days in prison. Having guards slam him into walls just because, being frisked for no damn reason, being attacked, degraded. It wouldn’t have surprised him if one of the men had taken a jab at him right now. He could hear someone reading him his rights but he wasn’t listening. All he could think about was Addie and Ares, they were here. She was right there, just twenty feet away in the other room. He tried to keep his composure, even as they tightened the handcuffs too much on his wrists. He didn’t react. He stayed calm. And then she was there. 

Addie ran towards him as they started pulling him out of the home. She pulled at his arm and August wanted to curl up into her warmth and light, breathe her in and calm his anxiety that was festering. She pleaded with the men. She was so adamant that this was a mistake. She had so much faith in August. It was gut wrenching to see her cry and plead without being able to wrap her in his arms. He pulled against the grip of the officers and leaned into her now, needing to inhale her aroma to keep with him now. 

Officer Logan was demanding that she let him go. Don’t let go, he wanted to scream at her but he knew better. The cop walked towards Addie now and August felt rage. If one of them laid their hands on her, August would go ballistic and then this would really be a shitshow. “Baby, you gotta let go,” he whispered against her face when Addie held onto him tighter. “Baby, let go,” he said more sternly and now he was trying to pull himself away from her so the cops didn’t touch her. They didn’t deserve to touch an angel, even just to move her away. August stared at Addie for a moment and then he was being roughly turned the opposite direction to head out of the house. 

He tried to look back once but the cop slammed his head forward and he had to swallow his embarrassment. No…this was humiliation. He was dragged out of his house in front of his girlfriend. 

— — — — —

August was dragged into an interrogation room and left to stew for what felt like days. So much time had passed that his stomach started to grumble from hunger. He was cold, his feet still bare. He didn’t even have a damn shirt on. He tried to sit back in the metal chair, but the handcuffs restricted him and kept him slouched over the cold table that they were connected to. He knew they were watching him behind the glass and because of this August tried to remain as stoic as possible but his mind was a different problem. 

He kept slipping back to his former life behind bars. Everything about the cold interrogation room reminded him of his endless nights in lockup. He could almost hear cell doors slamming in the distance and he told himself it was just in his mind…but it felt so real. 

Another stretch of time went on before finally the door opened and a beefy detective came into the room, huffing as he sat at the table. He laid a folder on top of the table between them and looked at August. “Well, Mr. Donovan, you’re in a lot of shit,” he said, tapping the manilla folder and wheezed. “With your record, we could put you back in prison for the rest of your life. So, let’s just make this easy on you, yeah? Tell us where your brother and former CO Warren Cold are and we’ll let you go.” 

August stared blankly at the detective but said nothing as he had since he was first taken in for questioning though he wasn’t sure if they had something to charge him with. 

“So, that’s how it’s gonna be?” said the large detective, pointing a stubby finger at August. “How about a night in the tank then?” he barked, “seeing as you don’t wanna stay in this room.” He grabbed the folder off the table and walked out of the room. 

A few moments later, Officer Logan appeared. He unhooked August from the table before twisting his arms to handcuff them behind his back as he led him out of the interrogation room and to inmate take in. He was handed off to another officer who was instructed to send him to the tank and made note that he was “uncooperative.” After August was forced to undress for a cavity search and then issued a state jumpsuit and shoes, he was taken to the “back of the house” as one cop put it. 

This was the dirtiest part of the jailhouse. The lighting was dim and faulty, there was no air conditioning, the floor had a film of grime on it, and the cells were rusted, walls drenched in various stains that August didn’t want to investigate. The officer opened the door to one of the cells and shoved August inside of it before closing the door. Before August could even turn around to have his handcuffs removed, the cop was gone. 

“Asshole,” August whispered and sat on the bench that was built against the wall, it shuffled under his weight, it was wobbly. He tried to loosen the handcuffs on his wrists that were beginning to rub raw. 

He was exhausted and hungry. Over the next hours —or maybe just minutes— he would catch himself drifting off to sleep and would wake up just as his back was beginning to droop against the nasty wall. This conflict continued until his exhaustion was too much to handle and he fell asleep. He drifted off into an uneasy sleep. 

The cell door opened unexpectedly and the deafening noise of three hundred inmates cheering arrived. August stepped out of his cell, his cellmate at his side. Below them a riot had broken out. The COs tried to get a handle on the situation, but there were too many inmates. August stepped back into the cell, leaning against his cot. “Yo, we gotta go out there Gus. If we don’t, that’s picking a side and we’ll be marked.” Craft started out of the cell, taking a left hook from a rival gang almost immediately. The large man bolstered his shoulders to make him appear larger to August, but this didn’t scare him off. In fact, it gave August the courage he needed and he stepped up, punched the giant in the nose and sent him tumbling over the rails to the lower deck. August helped his cellmate up before they ran down the staircase to find anyone affiliated with the Hilltop gang. 

While Craft squared up with a CO who attempted to apprehend him, August was ambushed by Juan and Pedro, two of Carlos’ men who had recently been incarcerated. “What’s up, bitch?” said Pedro, walking towards August, Juan moving in to keep him pinned in. “Carlos said we’d find you here. He told us to give you a message.” 

Fire pierced through August’s side and soon he was seeing white spots. He felt faint and flush, staggering backward which was when he saw Manny, a third gang member who had snuck up behind him and plunged a homemade shank into his lower back. 

August gasped as he woke up from the memory nightmare. He felt fire expelling from the scar of the wound, he tried grabbing at his side (with difficulty due to the handcuffs) wondering if he had been stabbed again—did one of the guards slip in while he was sleeping? He slumped down on the floor, his chest was tight and he was having difficulty breathing. How could he go back to prison? The thought of being locked up away from his family, his son, Addie…it made him want to die. The man curled up in a ball in the corner of the dank and drafty cell and he felt the dark cloud shrouding him.

[scullysexual]

X-Files Ficmas Advent Calendar 2022

Day 6: For @agent-troi

Their prompt: "Mulder and Scully find a baby during a case and they have to take care of it until they find its family."

I just want to apologise for how badly I fucked this prompt up by not rereading it before I started writing. I knew the main part of the prompt but not when you wanted it set or what included until after the fact and for that I'm sorry. That being said, I hope you enjoy this fic regardless- I really enjoyed writing it and the concept too.

ao3 | @today-in-fic

Baby in the Bough.

A darkened house; forgotten and destitute. Whoever lived here lived there no longer. The place was abandoned, with thick layers of dust covering the surfaces and cobwebs forming in the corners. The house was cold, there was no one home anymore.

A waste of time. There was nothing for you here. You’re about to pack up and leave when a sound emanates from a room furthest away. To you it sounds like an animal- a stray cat that’s gotten in but Scully wants to investigate further. Unsure of what exactly lay in that room ahead, you follow her in, standing by the door once the room was clear.

You’re waiting to go when a gasp escapes Scully’s lips.

“Mulder…” she says bringing your attention to her. You can’t see her very well in her crouched position but when she stands you spy a bundle of old blankets in her arms.

“It’s a baby.”

.:.:.:.:.:.

You didn’t like hospitals anymore. That clinical smells brought back painful memories of the darker times; waiting for Scully to awaken from her coma after being abducted, hearing her explain her cancer to you while you stood their dumbfounded and confused, seeing her laying there weak and pale once that cancer had taken its place inside her body, the end nearing. Even after, when it hadn’t ended her, you’d stood outside a window watching her sleep next to a child that was never meant to be. No, hospitals weren’t a place you wanted to be.

Tonight, it was a necessity. You wait to be seen, sitting opposite Scully who still cradles the baby in her arms. She’s enamoured, whispering words of comfort to the little human. You’re enamoured too, seeing Scully holding her. It takes your breath away, you can’t look away. It also squeezes your chest, knowing that this is something she can never have.

You tear your eyes away with guilt after that thought. You’re the reason she can’t have children, you don’t get to feel positive about this.

For this reason you opt to say outside the doctor’s office while this baby gets checked over and they find somewhere for her to live. You watch the TV in the corner, think about the case you’ve had to momentarily abandon, you thank Scully for persistence in pursuing the noise in the bedroom, you’d have just walked away none the wiser.

Scully exists the doctor’s office, the baby still carried in her arms.

“They rang social services but they can’t get here until tomorrow,” Scully explains at your quizzical look. “They offered to keep her overnight and I even agreed but when they tried to take her off me she started crying.” You both look down at the child who is now quiet and sleeping. “So they thought it best maybe I keep her for an extra night.” She looks up at you then. “Is that okay with you?”

Honestly, you want to say no; you’re on a case, you’re not even from this town, sleeping in a hotel room. But you see the look in Scully’s eyes, how content the baby seems to be. You want to tell her that these things never work out for them but you’ve already taken away her ability to bear children, should you really take away her opportunity to care for one?

So you agree. It’s just one night.

.:.:.:.:.:.

The motel gives Scully a travel cot but the little baby refuses to settle down. On the other side of an adjoining door you listen to the cries, hear Scully try to soothe her. It goes quiet, perhaps the formula you picked up on the way back to the motel is working. A few minutes pass, you think it’s okay to lie down, but then the screaming starts again. You park yourself near the door, wait for a knock from Scully, a request for help or even to hand the baby to you to see if she’ll settle down then. It never comes.

You wake up crouched against the door, your neck is agony, and the lightest of dawn streaming through the curtains you forgot to close. You must’ve fallen asleep at some point.

Hauling yourself up from the floor, body protesting it’s usual position, you unlock your shared door and venture inside.

Her room is a mess, unlike the usually tidy and organised Scully you’ve come to know and love; clothes strewn across the floor, an open box of formula on the desk, multiple milk bottles and diapers lining the wall. You spy Scully asleep atop of the covers and also in her bed, surrounded by a wall of pillow to keep her falling over (or keep Scully from rolling over onto her) lies the baby, wide awake but quiet. She looks at you, big blue eyes only having the slightest recognition as to who you were. You press a finger to your lips despite her not having made a sound yet, for risk of waking Scully who, by the looks of it, hasn’t long since fallen asleep.

You gently ease yourself onto the bed, careful not to disturb Scully with your shifting.

“Hey, little one,” you say reaching over the lift the baby up. She makes a noise and you shush her again. Thankfully, she quietens immediately.

“You really gave Scully a run for her money last night, huh.” You glance towards your partner, who sniffs and shifts in her sleep but doesn’t awaken.

“It’s okay, you can hang out with me for a while.” The baby begins to fuss, her mouth searching for something, and it takes you a while but vague memories of Samantha as a baby come back to you. You take the bottle that sits on the bedside table and hold it up to the baby’s mouth. She sucks on it immediately, her eyes closing.

You marvel at it all- the weight, feel, smell, sounds. Sat in a bed just millimetres away from a sleeping Scully, hearing the sounds of a baby suckle on a bottle, feeling her weight dragging your arms down. If you close your eyes you could transport yourself to another room, another bed, a different universe were you weren’t plagued by a need to know the truth, Scully wasn’t plagued by the need to know what happened to her. Once were she isn’t infertile and you aren’t obsessive. You live in a house that resembles Scully’s apartment, you have a baby that wasn’t found left abandoned in some rotting house. It’s a good life. A life you want. A life you could never have.

.:.:.:.:.:.

Your arms feel empty. It feels wrong. Something is being taken away from you. Something that is yours. Something to protect and keep safe. They’re taking her. They’re taking her away from you again. You can’t have nice things, you should’ve known, this never works out for you.

You startle awake, reaching out to take back whatever’s been taken away from you.

“It’s just me,” Scully’s voice sounds from in front of you.

You blink, seeing the form of Scully begin to emerge.

“She’s asleep finally. We still have some time before we need to meet with the social worker, I was going to put her in the cot and clean up. What are you even doing in here?”

You blink again, a few more times, looking down at the baby Scully now holds- the thing that was being taken away from you in your dream. You’d fallen asleep again, this time in Scully’s motel bed. Christ, you could be an idiot sometimes.

“I’m sorry,” you say beginning to vacate the bed. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep. It was quiet and I wanted to see if you needed any help. I came in here and you were asleep but the baby was awake and hungry. I must’ve fallen asleep again.”

She’s placing the baby down in the cot as she sleeps.

“I thought I would get a noise complaint. Guess we must be the only one’s here.”

“So much for her liking you,” you joke.

She throws you a look but it’s half-assed. She’s exhausted, you realise, she got what? Four hours at best. You feel shitty about your joke now.

“It was probably to do with the environment. Once I put her in my bed and she was close to me then she was quiet. I must’ve fallen asleep.” She lets out a self-deprecating laugh then. “Some great mother I’d be.”

No. No one’s allowed to say anything mean about Scully, not even Scully.

“You did a great job.”

She throws you another look, this time meaning it.

“Seriously. Not many people can find a baby left in a house and then care for it overnight. You did a good job, Scully. More than enough.”

She looks away, embarrassed by the compliment. Looking down at the now sleeping baby she says, “Well after today she won’t be our problem anymore.” You think you catch the inklings of a wish in her voice.

.:.:.:.:.:.:.

She almost can’t bear to part with her. Her weight is familiar, her smell, even her cries pain her as she’s gently taken from her arms. Was Emily this small, she can’t help but think. When she was handed from one person to another, did she also cry? Scully leaves the room before everyone else, before she changes her mind. This wasn’t them, this wasn’t her. She couldn’t be a mother, they’d made sure of that, more than sure. They killed one baby she couldn’t let them touch this one. She was poison and she wouldn’t let them poison this baby, not this time.

The baby’s cries stay with her, she’s hears them watching you wrap up the case, hears them on the plane back to DC. She hears them in her apartment, in the middle of the night, a motherless baby crying out for the one mother she got to know, who abandoned her just like her birth mother.

[anotherpapercut]

I have 115 titles in my "to listen to" tag on Libby 😩 how in the fuck am I gonna listen to all of these books?? they range from 4-28 hours long 😭😭

[pokemonaday-artillerytortoise]

Pokémon A Day - Chespin (#650)

Autumn to me says chestnuts, and picking them off the ground and peeling their shells. I really wish that the Chespin line had some more little prickles, but I can also understand why not. The 3DS would low-key die.

[calpicowater]

Week 12.2/52: March 20th - March 26th 2023 | Jerry 4.0! 🍚

So very happy to see Jerry after a tough week at work. Finally reunited after 10 months. Started off our journey at Claypot Rice for some... (drumroll pls) claypot rice!!! HAHAHHAA. Got spicy chicken & Cantonese sausage in mine. Very filling and yum! My first real good meal in weeks!!! Stopped by KOI to get Jerry’s grapefruit yakult drink AHAHAHA. I passed on bbt because had to wake up for work early next morning LOLS. But always so nice to be reunited again!

[microsoftoutlook]

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Joan Jett & The Blackhearts - Do You Wanna Touch Me? (Oh Yeah!)

[denkies]

Infodumping in my mutuals dms as a form of affection, like a cat bumping their head against you <3

[ada1r]

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