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missfrieden · 5 months

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Tech as a father Chapter 28

I wisch all of you, calm and beautiful holidays. Enjoy the christmas days.

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Chapter 28: Security means protection

Tech laying in his bunk, staring at the ceiling of the barracks, from his stray calculation to the clean and sterile one that stretches over the barracks. Orion, who usually slept soundly beside him, was still restless tonight. But it wasn't just Orion's restlessness that kept Tech awake; it was the growing unease that gnawed at him. Hunter did figuratively rip him a new one at least that is what Wrecker said. And that all because he did not wipe the logs better, but back then he never calculated that someone would look for them, so he went about it the same till Orion was born. And Orion was also not calculated in, but he was never able to calculate anything about his feelings and desires, especially when it was about Amanda.

The incident with the Kaminoans had shaken him more than he cared to admit. Bringing Orion into their lives was a choice he'd made, one he'd do again and again, but it had also made their already complicated situation even more precarious. The Kaminoans' intense interest in Orion was unsettling, and Tech couldn't help but wonder what else they might try to obtain. He couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that they were just scratching the surface of the Kaminoans' intentions. Tech had taken extensive measures to protect Orion, even altering logs on the Havoc Marauder to hide any trace of his existence, but he knew that was seemingly not enough to keep him safe.

Tech's thoughts swirled as he considered his options. He was a strategist, after all, and strategists always planned for contingencies. He needed to be one step ahead of the Kaminoans, even if it meant taking more risks. In the dim light of the barracks, Tech reached for his datapad. He began to devise new security protocols and encryption methods to safeguard Orion's identity and their devices from prying eyes. It was a laborious task, but Tech was determined to do whatever it took to protect his son. As he worked in silence, Orion finally settled, his breathing steady and soft, a reassuring presence in the midst of uncertainty. Tech knew that he had a duty not only to the Republic but also to Orion, to shield him from the unknown threats that loomed and ensure that his son's future remained secure, no matter the challenges that lay ahead. And he will transfer these protocols on each device his brothers use and own, and on the ship.

Tech hesitated, his fingers hovering above the datapad. He had been on the verge of sending an encrypted message to Amanda, updating her on the latest developments concerning Orion's safety and the Kaminoans' growing interest. But something held him back, a gnawing uncertainty that had been growing within him, the whole night. He couldn't shake the feeling that reaching out to Amanda, even through secure channels, might put her in danger. After all, the Kaminoans had already shown a persistent interest in Orion, and it was clear that they would stop at nothing to obtain information about him. Tech couldn't bear the thought of endangering Amanda's life or putting her at risk.

Tech glanced over at Orion, who was sleeping peacefully beside him. His son's and Amanda’s safety was his utmost priority, and he couldn't afford to make any decisions that might jeopardize it. As much as he longed to share these precious moments with Amanda and update her on their lives, he had to be cautious. With a sigh, Tech made a difficult choice. He minimized the encrypted message and decided to postpone sending it. For now, he needed to focus on fortifying their defenses, ensuring that Orion remained hidden and protected. It was a lonely path, one that separated him from the woman he loved, but it was a sacrifice he was willing to make to keep his family safe.

Tech knew that, in time, he would have to share the truth with Amanda, but he couldn't do it until he was absolutely certain that it wouldn't endanger her or their son. As he continued his work, his resolve strengthened. He would find a way to protect both Orion and the woman he loved, no matter the challenges that lay ahead.

Chapter 29

Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.

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countrymusiclover · 5 months

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3 - Beginning the Profile

Part 4

My Genius Prince

Tag list - @the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf

BAU Plane

Everyone had gotten on the private plane after Garcia had managed to track the location of where the emails were sent from somewhere in Indiana. Rosalind had told me that her mother had moved them from there to Virginia after what happened between her and her father. “Reid, you have all the information I received on your girl in your folder. And everybody else that information is on your tablets.”

“So after reviewing the files with Garcia. I know that his weapon of control is a handgun she bought a year ago. She keeps it in her bedroom or the kitchen cabinet if she ever needed it.” I explained to my team members.

Emily and Morgan were sitting across from me where she pulled up a picture of Rosalind. She had her hair down in a braid in the picture that she had out to the public. “It says here that her parents are Amanda and Deacon Maxon. Mother moved her away after her father was arrested.”

“We need to add that her friend now knows she’s missing since she filed a report this morning when she didn’t answer her calls, texts.” Hotch says.

JJ sends a confused look. “Are we really jumping on a limb here over a friend not responding to a text in a timely fashion?”

“It’d be out of character for her to not give her an answer.” I interrupted remembering how close she is with Malia. “Rosalind considers her like a sister. Even when we were hanging out and she messaged her she would quickly message her back.”

Rossi made a face. “Then we definitely need to speak with this friend. Do you have her contact information, kid?”

“I only know her first name is Malia.” I answered him.

Garcia came back to the conversation. “Don’t you worry boy genius for I have the answer. Rosalind posted one picture on the internet tagging one girl named Malia Tames.”

“Wait, let's go back a second. You mentioned that her mother separated her from her father after he was arrested.” Morgan scanned his eyes over his tablet.

Emily glanced at him. “You’re saying that her father could be a connection to the unsub we’re looking for?”

“What I’m saying is what are the odds that her father isn’t the person who kidnapped her?” Morgan corrected her.

Hotch responded. “It was reported that he was arrested after trying to endanger her. It was also reported that he tried to touch her inappropriately at age six.”

“Garcia, tell us anything you can about Rosalind's father.” I told her

The bright blonde on the screen chimed in. “Will do genius boy.” She signed off where I sighed flipping through pages until I looked at my phone Lock Screen. I had changed it to a photo of me and her at the park in autumn a week from Halloween.

It was a cold autumn morning that we decided to walk in the park near my apartment. I walked beside her in a dark black suit with a red tie that I had worn to work sometimes. Rosalind was wearing a cameo green sweatshirt with ripped blue jeans and a pair of peach orange tenna shoes. “So I’ve been curiously thinking about this since you mentioned it. Why do you enjoy Halloween so much?”

“Ohhh. You really want to know why.” I asked her not expecting that type of question.

She loops her arm through mine so we were pressed up against each other instead of just walking side by side. “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t wanna know, Spencie.”

“The cool thing about Halloween is that it’s a uniquely American holiday. I mean, despite its obvious origins in the celtic festival of Samhain and the Christian All Saints’ Day, it really is a melting pot of various immigrants traditions and beliefs. It became a little more commercialized in the 1950s with trick or treat, and today it rivals only Christmas in terms of popularity.” I rambled off without thinking about the question.

Rosalind stared at me giggling out her previous question again. “That’s an interesting fact. But I asked, "Why do you like it so much?”

“Sorry…I’d say because you can be anyone you want. You can be the most popular person or your favorite character if you want and it’s the one time a year nobody judges you for it.” I responded to her where she paused our walk leading me over to an empty park bench.

We sat down together before she said another word. She put her hand in mine that was closest to her. “Hey Spencer, I think you need to know that you are the right guy for me. You don’t have to change anything for me.”

“I wish I’d met you when I was younger, Roz.” I smiled, squeezing her hand in mine.

She tucked hair behind her ear that fell in her view. “I agree with that. Hey how about we do this. Whenever we have something come to our mind we immediately just say it instead of keeping it to ourselves like most couples do?”

“You consider us a couple?” I blinked through some tears not expecting to hear that.

Rosalind scooted closer, moving her hand up to my forearm. “Of course I do. Unless you don’t feel the same way.” She dropped her gaze and I saw her get nervous at the idea.

Holding my hands up in front of me I did my best to reassure the beautiful girl sitting in front of me. “Rosalind, are you kidding me. You’re signal handily the most beautiful girl I have seen and I really like being around you. I just…I haven’t really ever had a relationship with a girl before.”

“That’s a relief, Spencer. Let’s do it this way, repeat after me.” She raised her right hand but only stuck her pinky out and I followed her action. She looped her pinky through mine. “Spencer Walter Reid, will you be my boyfriend?”

I chuckled, grinning brightly. “Yes.”

She pressed on not un looping our pinkies yet. “Okay you’re turn.”

“Rosalind Ella Maxon, will you be my girlfriend?” I asked her, staring longingly into those bright green eyes she had.

She nodded her head yes excitedly with her verbal response. “Absolutely.”

“Why is your middle name Ella like Cinderella?” I asked her once we removed our pinkies from one another and just sat in some silence watching the leaves fall from the trees around us.

Rosalind laughed, smiling. “Funny you should say that. My father said that he originally wanted to name me Cinderella since I looked so much like her. But my mother liked the name Rosalind better so they settled on Ella being my middle name.”

“Ella is short for Cinderella.” I put the pieces together in my head.

She reached into her pocket, taking out her phone and getting close to my side once more. She gave me the phone telling me to take the picture. “Here we should have the same background now. That way even when we’re away from each other some part of us will be there with each other.”

“That’s a good idea, Rosalind.” I nodded in agreement holding the phone up like she showed me snapping our picture with me having my other arm over her shoulder. She had laid her head on the crook of my neck and we shared the same goofy grin ... .I'd give anything to be back in that moment.

Rosalind’s pov

I couldn’t tell how long we had been in this cabin for. I couldn’t tell whether it was day or night outside since the windows had been covered up. It could have been days, weeks or maybe hours and I still had no clue. My father just sat across from me at this wooden table he had decorated with teacups and some bits of food. “You really should eat or drink something honey.”

“I’ll do that after you untie me or show me that I am not here as some kind of prisoner.” I told him seeing that he hadn’t untied me from the chair I found myself in when I regained consciousness.

He gets up, handing me the cup that had water in it. He sat back down, sending me a look. “You’re gonna put the dress on and then we are recreating the day she took me away from you.” He pulls out a knife cutting the ropes.

I took the long blue dress from his hands, slipping the fabric over my head. “Do you have the shoes with it too?” I questioned him where he held them up to me.

“I’ve been told Prince Charming must always be prepared…May I?” He replied where I nodded, kicking off my shoes. He bent down, slipping the left silver shoe on first then switched and did the same for my right foot. “There you go.”

“Thank you…urgh!” I paused briefly before kicking him in between his legs where he collapsed onto the ground in agonizing pain.

Giving myself the chance I snatched the handgun that he had laid on the table beside me. Frantically looking around the room I saw a set of stairs where I began running up them. Yet when I almost got away he grabbed me by the back of my hair, yanking me down to the ground. “I have been nothing but nice to you and this is how you treat me after all these years!” My father held the knife to my throat. He moved one hand around my throat, choking me a little.

“Mom was right that you need help!” I grunted trying to kick him again but he cut me across the stomach with the blade. I winced when he held the blade against my throat again.

He removed the blade off of my throat giving me the chance to breathe. He turned his back to me so I snatched the gun hitting him in the leg when I slowly pulled the trigger making me jump at the sound. “You little bitch!” My father held his bleeding leg stumbling toward me where we got in a fight on the floor trying to either hold onto or grab the weapon. He got close to getting it from me but I kicked him in the rib and hit him over the head with the gun. Scrambling to my feet I gulped gripping the gun and pushing my way through the door.

Getting outside I saw the truck in the driveway. I grunted seeing blood on my forehead in the mirror. Finding the keys in the engine I grunted driving off, not sure where I was heading. Touching the screen in the car I typed into maps the nearest hospital. “Please…please stay awake.” I struggled to keep my eyes open driving as fast as possible but when I got on the interstate ramp my eyes fell heavily and I turned the car towards the wall and stopped blacking out.

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dossantosspirit · 1 year

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Top 100 songs of 2022

100º Amber Mark – What It Is 99º Suede – She Still Leads Me On 98º The Blaze – The Dreamer 97º Freddie Gibbs – Couldn’t Be Done (ft. Kelly Price) 96º Father John Misty – Q4 95º Chappell Roan – Femininominon 94º Placebo – Beautiful James 93º Sharon Van Etten – Anything 92º The Smile – The Smoke 91º Stella Donnelly – How Was Your Day 90º Bartees Strange – Wretched 89º Sudan Archives – Selfish Soul 88º Demi Lovato – 29 87º Katy J Pearson – Talk Over Town 86º Oliver Sim – Hideous (ft. Jimmy Somerville) 85º Soul Glo – Gold Chain Punk (whogonbeatmyass?) 84º Arlo Parks – Softly 83º Cass McCombs – Belong To Heaven 82º The 1975 – Oh Caroline 81º TSHA – OnlyL (ft. NIMMO) 80º Carly Rae Jepsen – Western Wind 79º Brockhampton – Brockhampton 78º Arctic Monkeys – Body Paint 77º Lizzo – About Damn Time 76º FLO – Cardboard Box 75º Jean Dawson – Three Heads* 74º Stormzy – Mel Made Me Do It 73º Let’s Eat Grandma – Levitation 72º Porridge Radio – The Rip 71º RM – Still Life (ft. Anderson .Paak) 70º Maggie Rogers – That’s Where I Am 69º PUP – Cutting Off The Corners 68º BABYMETAL - Monochrome 67º Sampa The Great – Never Forget (ft. Chef 187, Tio Nason & Mwanje) 66º Dry Cleaning – Don’t Press Me 65º Charli XCX – Beg For You (ft. Rina Sawayama) 64º Laufey – Fragile 63º Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever – The Way It Shatters 62º Nilüfer Yanya – anotherlife 61º The Beths – Expert In A Dying Field 60º MUNA – Anything But Me 59º First Aid Kit – Out Of My Head 58º Just Mustard – Still 57º Alt-j – Happier When You’re Gone 56º Kendrick Lamar – Die Hard (ft. Blxst & Amanda Reifer) 55º Florist – Red Bird Pt. 2 (Morning) 54º Confidence Man – Holiday 53º Danger Mouse – Belize (ft. MF DOOM) 52º ROSALÍA – Hentai 51º Plains – Problem With It 50º Beabadoobee – The Perfect Pair 49º Beyoncé – Alien Superstar 48º Big Thief – Simulation Swarm 47º Ghost – Darkness At The Heart Of My Love 46º Aldous Harding – Fever 45º Nas – 30 44º Noah Cyrus – Noah (Stand Still) [ft. Billy Ray Cyrus] 43º Fred Again.. – Danielle (Smile On My Face) 42º Beach House – New Romance 41º The Weeknd – Less Than Zero 40º Horsegirl – Anti-Glory 39º Julia Jacklin – Lydia Wears A Cross 38º FKA Twigs – Oh My Love 37º Tomberlin – Happy Accident 36º WILLOW – Split 35º Hurray For The Riff Raff – Pierced Arrows 34º Rina Sawayama – This Hell 33º Vince Staples – MAGIC (ft. Mustard) 32º Kevin Morby – This Is A Photograph 31º Nilüfer Yanya – The Dealer 30º Harry Styles – As It Was 29º Black Country, New Road – The Place Where He Inserted The Blade 28º Mitski – Love Me More 27º Pusha T – Diet Coke 26º Weyes Blood – It’s Not Just Me, It’s Everybody 25º Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Wolf 24º Angel Olsen – All The Good Times 23º SZA – Ghost In The Machine (ft. Phoebe Bridgers) 22º Nova Twins – Antagonist 21º Caroline Polachek – Billions 20º Taylor Swift – Anti-Hero 19º Kae Tempest – More Pressure (ft. Kevin Abstract) 18º Wet Leg – Angelica 17º Megan Thee Stallion – Plan B 16º Soccer Mommy – Shotgun 15º Phoenix – Tonight (ft. Ezra Koenig) 14º Bad Bunny – Neverita 13º Fontaines D.C. – I Love You 12º Alvvays – Belinda Says 11º Alex G – Runner 10º ROSALÍA – Saoko 9º Jockstrap – Concrete Over Water 8º Yeule – Bites On My Neck 7º Denzel Curry – Walkin 6º SZA – Kill Bill 5º Sudan Archives – Home Maker 4º Kendrick Lamar – N95 3º Nilüfer Yanya – Midnight Sun 2º Steve Lacy – Bad Habit 1º Ethel Cain – American Teenager

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galtx · 1 year

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GALTx eNews: Blazer's Guardian Angels Holiday Miracle!

GALT’s Injured Reserve (IR) greys with significant medical expenses often tug at the heartstrings of our generous donors. Bernadette, Emma, and Sophia recently caught the eyes of Nicholas Cook & Ryan Zhang, and also Rick & Linda Vayo. Within a day of each other, Nicholas, Ryan and the Vayos submitted enough funds to cover all of the medical costs for these three special hounds. With these gifts, the Blazer’s Guardian Angels (BGA) program has now raised over $60,000!

We presented Bernadette, Emma, and Sophia with special pink “Angel Tags” at a celebration on December 2, 2022. Ryan and the Vayos could not be present, but they were represented by Cher and Chip Imrie, who initiated the BGA program in 2016 in memory of their first grey, Blazer. The wonderful foster moms for these three special IR greys also attended. Click here to see more photos of the celebration. Bernadette has even more good news! After a year on Injured reserve, she now has an adoption pending and a forever home on the way!

Nicholas and Ryan are honoring the memory of their first grey, Jane, and say: “Jane was a gentle and goofy soul who touched the hearts of everyone she met. She loved car rides, stealing cookies and donuts (anything sweet), knocking over all the pillows on the bed until she was comfortable, and hunting for possums in the backyard. When she was diagnosed with lymphoma in March 2021 our hearts broke, even more when she was given one to three months to live. She beat the odds and lived for nineteen months before succumbing to the cancer in October 2022. She was the light of our lives and soulmate in dog form. We were so thankful for the extra time and the bond we formed that will forever be a part of our hearts. RIP, Grey Lady – get those possums of the sky!”

The Vayos are honoring the memory of their Rainbow Bridge Angels Amanda and Emmet. The Vayos previously initiated the Amanda and Emmet Golden Years Fund to help GALT raise money for senior greys, who are often difficult to place for adoption. Linda and Rick say: “We started GALT’s Amanda & Emmet Golden Years Fund in honor of our amazing senior greys. We subscribe to the mantra of many others in GALT: Adopting a senior greyhound is the best kept secret in the greyhound world. Sadly, both Amanda and Emmet traveled to the Rainbow Bridge in 2019/2020. We have fallen in love via cyberspace with many of GALT’s IR greys, and Bernadette in particular stole our hearts! We are proud to honor the memory of our Super Seniors by joining the Blazer’s Guardian Angels team and helping provide for the medical expenses of Bernadette, Emma and Sophia.”

GALT deeply appreciates these special donors who have covered the extensive medical expenses of GALT greys in need. If you would like to join Blazer’s Guardian Angels and honor the memory of a Rainbow Bridge grey in this special program, please contact Susie McQuade at [email protected] or Barbara Christian at [email protected].

12/15/22

#greyhounds #sighthounds #injured reserve #Blazers Guardian Angels #Milestone #GALTx eNews #bernadette #emma #sophia #Christmas Miracle #Holiday Miracle #snootblr #greyblr #petblr #dogblr #dogs

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harrison-abbott · 4 months

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boyhood summer hols

There were a group of lads and one girl from primary school who wouldn’t normally associate with me during class or in the playground. But one summer they came up to where I stayed and there was a woodland next to my house – a little patch of woods, and they asked me to show me around there. So I proudly did. And they enjoyed the rash raw freedom of the mini forest, which, when you were that young, seemed like a shred of heaven.

So I toured them around the spots and showed them the swings that I’d made and the hidden dens. And we lit fires and flirted with the river and the muddy hills. And they even came back to the house and my mother would give them drinks and snacks and so on. And thus there were around four or five days with them coming up to this territory and them enjoying the adventure. And remember that it was summer holiday season so they didn’t have to be embarrassed that they were hanging out with me.

Then they got a bit bored. And they brought extra, older lads up. One of them was the big brother of Chris. I actually can’t remember his name now. I think it was Craig or something. Meh, something like that.

Anyway, Craig and his cronies brought that older element to the group, due to their being taller and approaching puberty. At this point I was only eight or so and thus was still small and skinny and I was way different from all of them either way. Craig and co began to get bored with coming up here to the woods. And they got destructive. They burned down the swings by setting fire to the ropes from the bottom, or they cut them down with their pocket knives. Or they picked on that one girl I mentioned – Amanda. She was the classic tomboy. But they ripped her apart because she was a girl and she couldn’t really defend herself.

Then the others started to get bored as well. And alongside the change in mood, the weather changed, and the sunshine turned to rain and wind. The woods, to them, didn’t seem to magical anymore. And Amanda had stopped coming altogether. So it was just Craig, his younger brother, and one other chap I don’t remember, hanging out.

Craig said he wanted to go home. I wanted them to stay in the woods, since I was still trying to bring back the glory days. But they weren’t interested and began to walk home down the road at the back of the woods. I followed them, wanting to chum them.

And then for some reason Craig started throwing rocks at me. Just for fun, I suppose. After he kept doing it I said to him, “Craig, stop it. Please.” And that gave him vigour to do it more intensely. So I yelled stop stop stop. He didn’t.

He hurled a rock again. It spun through the air and cracked me right in the kneecap.

Have you ever been hit in the kneecap?

And then there was me being 8 years old. So I hit the floor and started bawling – 80% with the physical pain and 20 because I’d asked him not to do that. And Craig and his brother and the other guy went silent, watching me on the road, on the floor. And then they just walked away from me and disappeared at the end of the street, leaving me there to pick myself up.

When we were back in school a couple of months later they made fun of me for crying because Craig had chucked a boulder at my kneecap.

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kellstreasures · 5 months

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: 🎉HP🎉 Gloria Vanderbilt Amanda Black Pants.

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goreswine · 5 years

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Amanda HATES the holidays. Some might consider that a tragedy, but she believes this time of the year to be EXCESSIVE, superficial, riddled with FALSENESS, and focused more on gifts rather than actual kindness. While she genuinely doubts the good intentions others might have on any normal day, she feels that holidays like Christmas really bring out the WORST in people. Holidays don’t suddenly make someone exempt from their YEAR-LONG SINS, but people seem to think that giving to charity is enough to excuse them for doing something awful in the past. One can expect to see the games at their PEAK around this time and distastefully clad with holiday themes. No mercy comes with Winter, just a GORE RIDDEN GRINCH hellbent on brutality.

#♞ / / ; 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 ; 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 - musings.#( amanda: -sees a mistletoe and rips a door from its hinges- )#( same though honestly i dont fuck with the holidays )

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wernerherzogs · 3 years

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#anon HEY. glad you saw the answer last night bc my tags got cut off a bit #so that's why it wasn't in my tag with replies sorry!!#anyway only just saw amanda's reply on there and KJADSHKSA #yeah that. doesn't apply here huh #haven't seen emily in paris though so can't quite comment here #re: forced separation due to holidays -- maybe it will be good!#at least you'll see how the conversation between you two flows during downtime #whether this is something with enough ~substance to it #that it can survive without the uni element attached to it #you know?#by which i mean. some uni friends turn out to have been strictly uni friends when the uni well. Ends #maybe he'll be that someone #that you associate with that period only #COMPLETE WITH POSSIBLE DRAMATIC BALL PINING(TM)? ksajhsafj #you're right this will at least be Very Cinematic for u if nothing else rip #anyway i DIGRESS.#i think the holidays can be a good time to figure out #if you can talk about things that aren't uni #if you can carry this with you After That #tl;dr i continue to wish you GOOD FRIENDSHIP if nothing else #and i hope the pining doesn't get too bad when you can't see him #sending you loads of love still friend!!!!!!! <3333 #anonymous #a response

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changebydjo · 3 years

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IMPORTANT - PLEASE READ

so i’ve put off writing this for a long, long time, and it’ll be painful for me to make this post but at this point i feel like it needs to be done. someone within the liz fandom has been lying, gaslighting and manipulating me as well as many others, both online and offline, and after getting proof on everything (plus their lack of remorse) has prompted me to write this.

this is about gil perez, aka @unrated-g, and one of his irl friends, kim @kimbus-the-whimbus, to a lesser extent, but mostly gil. since 2016 - nearly 5 years now - he’s been lying that he’s best friends with liz gillies. i’m gonna put a read more because it’s a long, insane, and ridiculous thing that happened, but please read all of it and know how serious this is, as well as all the damage this man has done.

i met gil through tumblr in 2018 - he had been replying my posts since before that, but early 2018 is when i followed him and started chatting with him casually. over time, i noticed that he would reblog posts about liz and in the tags he would seem to be talking to her or referencing her, but not by her name - instead he would call her “goblin”. he would mention things that “goblin” liked or behind the scenes on dynasty stuff, and after a few weeks of noticing this and chatting with him about dynasty/liz, i ended up asking him if he was friends with liz/knew her personally because of the way he spoke about her. he confirmed to me that he knew her, she was one of his best friends, and he “didn’t expect” anyone to pick up on it. he told me to keep it private and i agreed, obviously, because i had no reason to not trust him, and i know that liz values her privacy.

it’s important to note that liz does NOT follow him or any of his accounts from her verified twitter or instagram accounts - instead, he said she had an “extremely private” encrypted tumblr account that could only be seen by people she follows/white listed. he was one of them. her blog would not show up for anyone else, and they met through tumblr in 2016 (even though he said she followed him back in 2010 and he didn’t realize until 6 years later) through their mutual love for uncharted, and bonded over playing uncharted 4 multiplayer together. it’s also important to note that liz has had 2 tumblr accounts since 2010, both of which she has abandoned, and he said that her private tumblr is separate from those two. she also was friends with him (according to him) through PSN, where they would play ps4 games together, and all of his text convos with her are from that app:

(^ “liz’s” PSN account)

throughout all of 2018, we would text on a regular basis and started becoming good friends. he was extremely kind, always willing to be there for me, and listened to me about not only fandom stuff but also my irl problems. he also became friends with my friend group, who were also in the liz fandom, and it was really nice for a while. in october of 2018, gil said he went to HHN with liz and matt in LA, and for xmas of 2018, he said he spent it with liz - both in LA and in NJ, which is what she typically does to spend her holidays with her family and friends. her pale blue eyes cover was also for him, according to gil, because he asked for her to cover it specifically and she did just for him.

gil would also occasionally stream for friends, and sometimes liz would show up:

beginning of 2019 is when gil and i started getting much closer - we started playing games together (mostly mario kart, at the beginning) and talking through voice chat. he would talk about liz and personal things about her/her life or dynasty, and he always willingly supplied that information himself - i never asked for it, i wasn’t friends with him to get information on liz or have an “in” with her. chatting with him made me feel good and happy and important to him, and i realized i started having feelings for him - which i told him about in april 2019. he said he wasn’t sure exactly how he felt but he thought he might feel the same, the only really complicated part (besides the fact that this was long distance/not irl) was that he also had a really deep crush on liz, someone who was his best friend/ultimate celeb crush. he was really like in love with her, even though he said he tried to suppress it. anyways, after me admitting that to him, our friendship started to develop into something more. we weren’t ever in an official relationship, but things were definitely not strictly platonic with us. we went from chatting once every week or two to almost every single night for 3-6 hours per night for MONTHS. throughout that time, our relationship became sexual, too, and my feelings for him just continued to get deeper and deeper.

this continues throughout the rest of 2019, and then new years 2020, everything just...goes to shit asap. gil got really distant with me with no explanation, i felt like all the affection he was showing me and the kind things he would say to me, as well as our bonding time when we would chat together, was just ripped away unexpectedly. i constantly asked what was wrong and what was happening, and told him how i feel, and i got no real response besides just being tired/non-sociable, etc. (which, for the record, is completely understandable, but it was such a huge 180 in behavior that it worried me and things never went back to normal after that). in addition to that, kim (who was mentioned at the beginning of this post) is one of his best friends irl, as well as his on again/off again ex (according to him). anyways, there were posts that she had made that indicated to them not being exes and instead still together - or at the very least not platonic - which crushed me when i found out, because until that point i had no reason not to trust him. i told him about it though, and how it hurt me because my feelings were so deep for him at that point i felt that i loved him, and he told me they weren’t together. this isn’t really necessary for the liz stuff of this post, but it’s important for context for how hurt and on edge i was already feeling before things got worse.

we would still chat maybe a few times a week, but nothing like it used to be, and i was happy we would even chat at all, even though things felt so weird and different and off, and no matter what i did, i couldn’t fix it. as 2020 started going on, and this continued, his friendship with liz started making me feel extremely uncomfortable. knowing that he had the weird boundaries with his ex, plus whatever was going on with me and him, AND that he was in love with liz?? it was unsettling. i felt like i couldn’t compare, because it’s *liz gillies*, someone i obviously love and idolize and look up to. and she was up on a pedestal for him, even though he said that he never tried to treat liz differently than his other close friends just bc of who she was, but that wasn’t true. anything that she said or did, he agreed with 100%, and would defend it. when he and i would chat, and i would mention something about dynasty that bothered me, he would talk about what liz’s thoughts were on it and how she felt and that she was right to feel that way and it made me feel awful. this happened on multiple occasions throughout various topics, from dynasty to fandom stuff to liz’s friendships/relationships, etc. no matter what, to gil, liz was always right and he always had an explanation for anything that happened. the way he would describe liz and the thing he said about her made me see her in a completely different light - she was not the same liz that she presented herself as, at least in gil’s eyes.

he would always talk about how amazing liz was to him and how she did so much for him, such as buying him gifts, supporting his art, etc. this was hurtful to hear because i was doing the exact same things for him, as well as our group of friends: we had been buying his art (not only the art prints but the ACTUAL original copies), sending him gifts or money for gifts, supporting him and his art on social media, as well as just being a genuine friend to him. he never appreciated or thanked us the way that he thanked liz; none of us ever compared to her, even though we were doing the exact same thing for him that he said liz was doing, as well. it made me feel like no matter what i did, or how supportive i was, i was never enough.

we also had a discord with gil, that involved him, me, and my friends sarah, hope, amanda, and dom. within this discord, it’s worth noting that gil was the only man there, and would talk about liz and his friendship with her there, unprompted. we never asked for info, he volunteered everything willingly, and we all kind of glossed over it at the time because we weren’t friends with him for liz or any of that.

(the screenshot gil linked in the gc is what “liz’s” private encrypted blog looks like on his dash. please note the edit post button in the bottom right of the screenshot.)

another important thing about his friendship with liz/being in love with her: he has this specific kink (which i don’t want to say what it is for privacy reasons) and he said that liz was engaging in this kink herself, and that he was jealous of liz’s bf/wishes he could engage in it with liz, etc. i wasn’t into this kink before talking to him but because i had liked him so much at the time, and i was slightly jealous that he wanted it with liz, i thought that i could indulge in it for him. it was something that i was not physically or mentally prepared for/able to make happen, and it really caused an impact on me, and he just...didn’t care. at all.

anyways: this stuff continues, then around summer 2020, my friend sarah reached out to him. she (and my friends, along with me) were starting to distrust the things gil was saying about liz, since it went completely against what liz would say herself. she would say she only plays the sims 3 on her computer - he would say she was a huge gamer and played the sims 4 on ps4, along with minecraft, uncharted, the last of us, horizon zero dawn, etc. he would say that liz and maddison brown (her dynasty co-star) played ACNH with him and quickly got to 5 stars - liz said in a zach sang interview that she didn’t play animal crossing. every time something didn’t add up, his excuse was that liz was lying for her privacy. she didn’t follow gil on any verified social media accounts in case “people harassed him” over being friends with her. so sarah texted him that she needed to talk to him about the liz stuff, because there was evidence it wasn’t true, and he denied all of it. he firmly stuck to his story, and sarah gave him multiple chances over several days to come clean and he wouldn’t. she asked for simple pieces of proof that he could give her, and he wouldn’t besides fake screenshots of her “private blog”:

he told me afterwards that if it comes between his friendship with liz or sarah’s, he’s picking liz - end of story. his and sarah’s friendship was done after that because of his decision. he blamed sarah for “ruining” liz and maddison’s friendship because of her asking for proof, and made her out to be the bad one in that situation. he ended up deleting the discord gc after this happened, with all of his screenshots/”info” as liz as well (we got screenshots of things before he deleted it though, much more that’s shown in this post).

about a month later, my friend léa also confronted him about it. gil had told her some things about liz’s “reaction” to meeting léa in paris, and at the time, it had made the experience more special for her. once she realized it was all lies, though, it really hurt her - he altered that special experience for her and twisted it into something that wasn’t real. he had the same reaction to léa’s conversation as he did to sarah’s, and he refused to tell the truth. their friendship was done with after, as well, along with a few other people from the liz fandom. i was the only one who stayed friends with him after that, and that was because i was closest with him and still trying to see if i could fix things with him. i was still naively believing that he would treat me okay again, he would make me feel important instead of always a backup option, that he wanted me again.

but of course that never happened. he continued to ignore me, talk to me less and less, and would subtweet me on his private account. after he stopped being friends with sarah and léa and everyone blocked him except for me, i was the only follower on his private account, as well as being the only person he followed there. gil, though, kept saying that liz had a “private twitter” where she would talk to him on his private account. he also said that he had “merged twitter accounts” into one, which was his private, which messed up his account and wouldn’t show who he was replying to, quote rts, or that he was following them, which - if you have a twitter, you KNOW none of that can actually happen. but it was his excuse to constantly subtweet me and my friends for not believing him, to maintain his story, AND to have convos with “liz” on there that only i could see, where he made it sound like he was talking shit about me to her. it was extremely manipulative and served no purpose except to fuck with me, because he knew that i was the only one seeing those tweets and knew i was already struggling with not knowing what to believe. here’s some of them:

(you can very clearly see that i’m the only follower/following on that account, the number is at literally 1, and he STILL was acting like he was talking to someone else and that other people were following him.)

now comes jan. 2021!! WE GOT DEFINITE PROOF THAT IT WAS ALL LIES. from multiple people. one of liz’s close best friends (that gil included in his stories about her, saying that he met them) said that they don’t know who gil is, have never met him, and it’s best for us all to block him for our own safety. a co-worker of liz’s (who was, again, included in gil’s lies, that he hung out with them multiple times, played games with them online, and bought him gifts) said that not only had they never met gil, but EVERYTHING he said about them was untrue. they even listed the inaccuracies he would say about them, such as gil taking photos of them at things like the SWT, and they confirmed who actually took the photo. they said that “none of it is fucking true” and that gil is a narcissistic liar, and also encouraged us to block him for our own safety.

i confronted gil myself about this a few weeks ago, and he continued to maintain his story that everyone’s lying to protect his privacy - even though we know for sure that wasn’t the case. he FINALLY owned up to it to me only once he saw i had proof and he was caught, and his reason for doing it was “he was bored”. he said he was sorry but he wasn’t truly apologetic - he either didn’t fully realize the scope of how hurtful his lies and manipulations were, or he just didn’t care, but the bottom line is that he always chose his fantasy of liz over his actual friends. around this time, once he knew he was caught, he also deactivated his private account, but brought it back a week or so later, with all of the subtweets and tweets about liz being deleted. all of the unverified accounts that were supposed to be liz - the tumblr account, psn, twitch, etc. - were all fake and made by him, so he could make it seem more real.

even if he WAS telling the truth about being friends with liz, he still would have completely violated her privacy by the amount of “secret” things he told all of us - from her kinks/sex life, to work life, to very personal things that he claims happened to her. knowing it’s all fake though, and he made up an entire personality and life for liz that doesn’t exist??? it’s insane.

now the part with kim - she’s known gil irl for over 10 years, and has tweeted about liz all the time, about how “good” liz is to her because of gil, and that she’s the one who encouraged him to talk to her. she brags about it constantly, even though none of it is real. she also tweeted multiple times throughout 2018-2019 about how gil “finally deserves to meet liz in person”, even though gil said he met liz irl back in 2017 or so - AND that she came to texas, where he lives, to meet him and his friends. when asked about her tweets, he said that kim’s account was “messed up” and her tweets weren’t “tweeted at the right time”. one of my friends reached out to tell her and show her the proof of gil lying, because gil has been lying to her and other people irl too, and instead she mocked us, belittled us, and chose not to believe a group of women coming to her about a 30 year old (!!) man manipulating us. gil said that kim was “aware of it all being a lie for years now” to me, but i think that was another lie, that he’s STILL lying to her about it. if not, then that means that kim was also lying for many years about knowing liz too, and used it to make us all the butt of her joke, so. so much for her being an “empath” and wanting to help people but anyways!!

the last screenshot is of her subtweeting us and implying that everyone involved with liz is lying for her and gil’s privacy, even though we have proof that that simply isn’t true.

i’m sorry for how long this is, but i need people to understand how serious this is. he’s been lying for 5 YEARS now about knowing liz - about her “accidentally sending nudes” to him, that gil is one of her best friends and he would’ve been at her wedding, that she’s a huge gamer who plays with him - all of it. it’s all lies. he created a fantasy version of liz that doesn’t exist, and incorporated into his real life, his friendships both online and off, and made it his entire personality. he’s not sorry about what he’s done - as i’m writing this, he’s still on tumblr, talking in the tags to “liz” again, because he’d rather uphold his fantasy life where he’s best friends with liz when in reality, she has no idea he even exists. and if she did, i’m certain that she would be disgusted with what he’s done. he lied about her, oversexualized her, used his kinks on her which was brought onto me - someone he knew that was vulnerable and had feelings for him, manipulated people into trying to believe his lies, gaslit people to make them unable to tell what was true and what was fake, and had absolutely zero respect for any of us. he even listened to me cry to him on the phone MULTIPLE times about how insecure and worthless i felt to him compared to liz, and he didn’t do ANYTHING about it. he sat there and listened to me cry, knowing he could own up to his lie, and he chose not to. he’s not sorry about what he’s done, and he’s going to continue to spread his lies. please block him. i can’t express how much he’s hurt me, the therapy that i need to have because of him, how much he’s hurt my friends and how little he respects women in general tbh. he always tried to come off as “one of the good guys” but now i know he’s harmful and not to be trusted. he even tried to separate me from my friends, and make it seem like they’re the ones making this situation even harder for him. i’ve tried so, so many times to get through to him, waiting to see if he’d change or show some remorse or anything, but after over a year of this i don’t think he will, and it genuinely hurts me to know that. BLOCK HIM.

#important #signal boost #long post #liz gillies #elizabeth gillies #so liz fandom ppl can see

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fadedseas · 3 years

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nick amaro x fem!reader

summary: you get held hostage during a confrontation with a serial rapist - feelings ensue

tw: guns, violence, mentions of rape, cursing

(gif not mine but good lord, that expression...)

you knew there was an intrinsic reason you hated school. you knew it was a mistake to ever return to a classroom again. you knew this notion was affirmed as a serial rapist pressed his gun deeper into your skull so hard that you could feel the metal ring of the barrel.

there was something about the stuffiness of a classroom, the monotonous drone of an underpaid and overworked public school teacher (or that of an overpaid and underworked tenured professor) and the unrelenting stiffness of academia that made your skin crawl and your muscles twitch. it was probably why you had tried to get out as soon as possible. college as a scholarship kid with the four years passing quickly in a blur of all-nighters, coffee hangovers and then sweet relief during graduation. you had signed up for the police academy before the ink on your degree was even dry. and now you’re here.

“now let’s just stay calm,” you closed your eyes at nick’s voice, trying to allow the deep tenor of his voice permeate your bones and calm your trembling. you hadn’t allowed yourself to make eye contact with him ever since the perp had grabbed you right when you had walked in.

“i know you don’t want to do this.” nick moved slow, his muscles deceptively relaxed under his white button down as he moved slowly towards you and the professor.

it was supposed to be a cut and dry case. a student from hudson university had walked into a squad room on a wednesday morning reporting a rape, her arms around her middle as if she were holding herself together. you and nick had pounded the pavement, interviewing classmates, boyfriends, administration officials that seemed less than pleased to have the nypd scaring off prospective students and donors. and one name kept appearing time and time again. professor daniel hershaw. english literature. tenured for the past fifteen years.

“you really think it might be him? he’s the image of a family man. mentor. i mean the guy makes model planes for godssake - he’s a walking cliche.” you mused

“one thing you learn on this job - most of the time, we’re not pulling rapists off the street. they hunt where they’re trusted.” nick said as he handed you a coffee from the coffee cart with his lips curved into a sad smile. your heart jumped as your fingers brushed. and oh. yes. that was another thing that was happening.

liv had assigned you and nick as partners given that you were the newest recruit and he was one of the senior members of the team. it was late nights, terrible coffee, greasy chinese food and floods of case notes that turned stagnant work chatter into deeper, more revealing conversations. you learned about his tendency to dance to the cuban music station on the radio (”we can work on your moves rookie”), his secret love for musicals, his divorce that had ended a year ago with an aggressive custody battle and long negotiations for weekends and holidays with his daughter, zara. you had learned more about his family, about zara’s obsession with anything disney, about his mother and her fretting, about his father and his tendency to communicate with his fists that made nick’s rage swell whenever your team handled a case involving women with black eyes and voices weak from sobs.

and he learned of you. of your love for terrible reality tv shows and home cooking blogs that made you way too optimistic of your own cooking skills (”damn rookie, you burned water? i’ll have to teach you how to cook some ropa vieja someday - we’ll work up to it”); of your nightmares about each victim you’ve seen from your years in homicide and how their last expressions have been etched into your memory; of your parents and their incessant pushing for college and their disappointment when you joined the force.

and you learned about the strong curve of his arms as he held you in his arms the first time you had shot and killed a perp who was raising a gun at you. the smell of his cologne and old spice filling your lungs as you tried to steady your breath. the flutter of his lips against your ear as he whispered that it was going to be ok. you learned about the roughness of his voice when he called you, late at night after drinking away his sorrows of his previous marriage at the bar and you learned about how he nursed his his hangovers the subsequent day when you curled up with him on his couch, not quite touching, after you had come over the night before to make sure he had gotten home safe and didn’t choke on his own vomit. you learned about the unfamiliar pressure of your chest as you realized that somehow, somewhere down the line of cold morning rides around the city, warm coffee, inside jokes, and progressively lingering stares across the squad room - you were in love.

and now you were learning about his hostage negotiation skills.

it was a mistake to have spoken to the professor’s wife before you arrived at the classroom. she seemed entirely too calm about the matter, methodically pouring you and nick tea as she answered your question in short, snipped sentences. you made sure to note the gun cabinet as you left through the front door. you didn’t note the cell phone in her hand as she closed the door behind you.

“stay back or i swear i’ll shoot her.” professor hershaw’s hand trembled as he kept pressing the metal into your head.

“ok! ok! i’m staying back.” nick stopped his progress towards you. you could see the slight shake of his legs from the tension.

“put your weapon down!” the professor barks behind you.

nick lifts his hands and your breath caught in your throat as he slowly kneels places his gun on the floor. he wasn’t wearing a bulletproof vest. you hadn’t expected a confrontation like this. he was completely open and exposed to a man with a gun.

since you had worked closely with the dead prior to this position, you had often thought about how you would die. you knew it was possible you could die in the line of duty. hundreds did every day. but you didn’t think it would be here. in front of nick. in front of the man you’ve been in love with for the past year. you didn’t think it would be before he taught you how to dance or cook or whether he would ever fix the radiator in his car. before you ever felt his lips against your and whether that would feel as slow and passionate as you had often fantasized it would. before you even had the chance to tell him how you felt. so many plot lines unfulfilled. so many questions left unanswered. but at the moment, all you could think about was how you wanted to look into his eyes once more before you died.

“you’re a good man. you got kids - good ones. i’ve met them -” nick’s tone was placating, slow.

“don’t talk about my children!” the professor jerked his gun, knocking your head a bit to the side, “i know they’re good. i raised them. better than the whores that walk through these halls. in these classrooms.”

“yea. yea i understand professor. it’s unfair - all of them just get to walk around like they own the place. like there’s no consequences for them -”

“exactly,” you could feel his spittle on the back of your head, “i showed them the lesson they deserved.”

nick’s eyes moved from the perp to meet yours. and a shudder of warmth flowed through you as you saw fear, anger, determination - and something else that as more than you could process at the moment. but you did catch his slight nod. “that’s right. you punished them. rightfully so. because - it’s like you wrote about right? ‘Vengeance comes from the individual and punishment from God.’“

"you - you read victor hugo?” the professor stuttered, his arm slacked slightly in shock and there it was. you immediately ripped yourself from his arms as he staggered back in surprise. you dived for the floor as you heard the professor’s shout echo on the walls of the lecture hall and a gunshot. and then silence.

you scrambled up, drawing your weapon quickly, your heart in your chest, terrified at what you might see.

“call a bus!” you felt your entire body relax as you saw nick towering over the professor with his gun drawn and a bullet wound in the professor’s shoulder.

later, much later, after you had been subject to medical exams by ems (albeit quite reluctantly) with nick hovering behind the paramedic’s shoulder like an unfriendly poltergeist that radiated anxiety, after liv had ordered you to take a few days, after you had returned to the squad room to fill out some paperwork in nick’s car as the both of you sat in heavy silence with too many things left unsaid between you two. you finally had a moment alone with your partner.

most of the team had left with liv retiring to her office to have a quick call with the babysitter and say goodnight to noah. fin had clapped you on the shoulder and amanda had stopped by with coffee and an offer to let her know if you needed anything before she left to take care of the kids. the night shift had transferred in and you were finishing up the last words of the report when you sensed a presence and looked up. nick was standing by your desk, his lips in a firm line and brow furrowed.

“can we talk?” he gestured towards the bunks. your heart flipped as you nodded, scribbling your signature onto the paperwork and shutting the file.

nick closed the door behind you. and you waited until the silence between you became unbearable.

“thank you for everything today nick. i mean - you saved my life. i could have died today and -”

“i know.” his voice seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet room. nick paced the floor, his hands gripping at his thick, dark hair. “i know you could’ve died. and i can’t stop seeing it. there’s just - i can’t describe how i felt watching him touch you. seeing how afraid you were. and how f**king helpless i was when all i wanted to do was just take your place - and when i finally got him away from you - i just wanted to -” he collapsed on a bunk and covered his eyes with his palms.

you moved towards him, placing your hands on his shoulders, feeling the crisp fabric of his shirt crinkle under the heat of your hands.

“you just wanted to what?”

nick lifted his head to meet your gaze, “you know you’re my partner. and there’s nothing i wouldn’t do to protect you. you’ve been there through everything this past year and i kept telling myself that i didn’t deserve everything you’ve been doing for me - didn’t deserve you.”

you inhaled sharply, “nick - “

“i love you. there, i said it. and that was all i could think about today. losing someone else in my life that i love.” he sighed, rubbing his hand across his face, “i’ve been in love with you since that christmas party when you walked in with discount boy george - “

“kevin,” you automatically corrected the name of your old friend from college that you had brought as a date.

“and you were just so beautiful. and i know that i don’t deserve you. but i just couldn’t stop wanting you. hoping for you. and it’s so selfish -”

he never got to finish his sentence. because by that point you had fully processed his words. you framed his face in your hands, bent down and pressed your lips against his.

and suddenly all you could think, feel or taste was nick and his mouth moving against yours - warm, firm, steady - just like him. you were pushed back as nick got up from the bunk, his hands gripping your waist. you separated for a moment, drawing back to look into his eyes. beautiful brown. just like you never thought you would ever see again.

and then nick pushed his body against yours, pressing you against the wall of the bunk room, his lips sweeping the corners of your mouth before exploring down your neck.

“f**k - i thought i was going to lose you.” he growled, puncturing each word with a kiss and a nip at your neck. you gasped, your fingers diving deep into his hair.

“never - you’ll never lose me nick. i never want to be apart from you.”

nick dragged his face up to your, pulling you into a ferocious kiss, dominating you as his tongue swept through your mouth. his hands, large and seemingly burning, explored your back, and you shivered his his fingers played with the hem of your shirt.

“everything about you,” his lips were everywhere, your hair, forehead, cheeks, “i cannot lose - do you understand me mi alma.” he closed his eyes, muttering in spanish as he held you close.

you nodded, feeling intoxicated in his presence, his smell, the feeling of his body against yours. your hands gripped his shirt pulling him to you, anchoring yourself in the storm of his affection, “i got you. i love you too nick. i’m ok. i’m going to be ok.” you repeated the last sentence as nick’s body slowly went lax.

he pressed his forehead to yours, and your breath caught at the vulnerability in his expression. “i know you’re going to be ok. it’ll just take a while before i get the image of you held at gunpoint out of my head every second of the day.”

you smiled, pressing your hand against his cheek, “then i’ll be right beside you. reminding you that i’m right here.” his lips twitched as he grasped one of your hands from his chest, sweeping kisses across his knuckles.

“i know quierida.”

you both stood in silence for a moment, basking in the presence of each other and the feelings you had just released. your heart felt lighter than it had in a very long time, and the butterflies in your stomach settled as nick’s body heat calmed you.

“i’m tired, and i want to go home. come with me?” your request was bold but you trusted nick more than anyone to keep you safe. and you weren’t looking forward to the nightmares you knew would be resurfacing.

“i wouldn’t be anywhere else.” nick pressed kisses across your hairline.

you both exited the bunks, and tried to suppress the red that bloomed across your faces. liv was exiting her office with her coat on and her bag slung on her shoulder. she raised an eyebrow as you both approached her.

“well i expect not you see you here for a few days,” she reiterated to you, “good night guys - try not to stay too late.” she turned and then paused, “and i expect the paperwork about your relationship on my desk by the time you get back from leave.” without another word, olivia exited to the elevators.

“oh god.” you placed your head in your hands, unable to stop the burning in your face and neck. nick strolled over to your desk, chuckling.

“well she’s captain for a reason. you really can’t get anything past liv.”

you rolled your eyes, “great, more paperwork to do then.”

nick smiled as he swooped down for another quick kiss when no one was watching, “it’s all for a good cause. c’mon, let’s grab your bag and go. it’s late.”

you laughed and nodded. grabbing your coat off the back of your chair and putting it on. as you and nick walked out of the station, hand-in-hand, a thought occurred to you -

“when did you read victor hugo?”

#nick amaro #nick amaro x reader #nick amaro imagines #law and order svu #svu #nick amaro fanfic #tw: mentions of rape #romance #fluff #hostage negotiation #guns #nick amaro is a secret nerd #i will die on that hill

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ofdreamsanddoodles · 3 years

Audio

pov: you’re a calling in to a voice from darkness and the guy trying to save you from the monster that’s currently hunting you down is being kind of a dick about it

Transcript:

RYDER: You experienced unexplained and mysterious passage of time? That’s fantastic.

AMANDA: Doctor, I’m not done. That was just my first encounter. The black door - it’s… following me. RYDER: Following you? How? Wait - hold that thought, Amanda. My producer is telling me we need to cut to our pre-recorded segment. I’m sorry, please stay on the line RYDER (RECORDED): ... On this day in Odd America--

RACHEL (crying): My hair. My hair is falling out. When… when it touches me, it’s like my hair and skin are dying. RYDER: Give me a minute, Rachel. Let’s go to Today in Odd America while I review my research.

RACHEL: Do I need to stab or cut them? Angry Chattering. Rachel screams. RACHEL: The one behind me. It ripped out a chunk of my hair. RYDER: You asked a question. They don’t like questions.

DIANE: I skipped orientation… it sounded boring. RYDER: Skipped orientation? You’re at the best school of supernatural scholarship in the country. That necessitates there being the supernatural at the school. It’s an incredible place to learn, but it’s also quite dangerous. Now, I’ll help you out of the ghost library. But in return, I’d like you to go to my sister’s office - Professor Amelia Ryder’s office. Let her know you missed orientation.

DIANE: I promise. I promise I’ll go. Please help me though. I think… I think the ghost of William Milner is in front of me. What do I do? RYDER: Scream.

RYDER: He’ll become enraged and expel you from his library. Diane, I don’t mean to beat a dead horse, but HAD you gone to orientation, you’d know that.

RYDER: Further attempts were made to breach the state’s borders - on ground and by aircraft. Not a single attempt to date has proven successful. The last expedition was conducted by Elon Musk’s Boring Company - where they created a tunnel beneath the state. Eighty of Musk’s workers are now comatose. Musk himself remained at the border. He is healthy and fine.

DERRICK: You make it sound like I’m not in New Mexico anymore. RYDER: You emphatically are not in New Mexico - not in America - not anywhere in the world as you understand it. I’m sorry if I haven’t properly conveyed that to you.

RYDER: "Dr. Ryder, over the past few days I’ve lost 30 pounds, my skin has cleared, and my eyes have this brightness to them that they didn’t before. Men pay attention to me in a way that I haven’t experienced. But… I can’t digest solid food anymore. And I’m craving blood. Am I turning into a vampire?”.... Short answer - Yes.

MIKE: You almost killed me. RYDER: Mike, the leeches were hunting you. Eventually they’d find you, devour you, and move on to kill someone else - using your face. If I hadn’t- Why don’t you state what happened. And after, I’ll explain why it was necessary. For context, I dropped off a large terrarium containing hundreds of spiders.

MIKE: You said the spiders would handle the rest - that they’d hunt the leeches. RYDER: I didn’t say the word “hunt”. That would imply that they’d leave your home

RYDER: The sexually transmitted language of Vlinn

RYDER: “Her finger guided me down the page of a playscript. I saw stage directions, and dialogue. For the waitress, for the large man, and... for myself. Her, spilling the sugar. Her lines about the Forth of July, his response--my sitting down, my ordering a meal! All in the script. What did I walk into, Dr. Ryder? Please, help me understand.” RYDER: .... Bob, I-I’m afraid I don’t know what you walked into. I could say something trite about how Shakespeare believed all the world’s a stage, but, obviously he didn’t mean that literally.

RYDER: My grandfather, Professor Duncan Ryder had a fascination with the ritual. He was the one who first told me of the holiday’s history. This will seem like a non-sequitur, but he also hated Frank Sinatra.

#a voice from darkness #audio #malcom ryder #theres no reason to tag this tbh im posting this mainly for seraf

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Bad Dream

For @thatesqcrush Holiday B!ngo: Naughty or Nice.

Pairing: Sonny Carisi x reader.

Square: Traditions.

WC: 2178

Warnings: Smut.

Enjoy x

A vet, dentist, lawyer and detective walk into a bar. It was a like the start of a bad joke, but it wasn't. It was you and your 3 childhood best friends for your catch up you had the weekend before Christmas every year at the same bar, at the same time for dinner and drinks. No matter how busy the year got for you all, missing birthdays and not being able to make important events, you all never missed this one weekend every year.

It had become a tradition every year since you all came back to Manhattan to work after college and the academy. You all got it, life got in the way and the year would slip away at a blink of an eye. But you spoke to each other every other day on your group chat. You were looking forward to the night, the case that was in at the moment had thrown you all though a loop and it was tough to crack. You spent most of the time doing research with Amanda while Sonny was spending more time with Peter trying to piece everything together.

You guys had walked into the bar and found a booth quickly looking over the menus ordering food and drinks. The night seemed to have gone rather quickly with a table getting a few funny looks from others when you all would laugh to loud. You had just finished laughing at a story your vet friend had told you about a dog when you saw two men walk past the table. You knew that walk anywhere and you watched as Sonny and Peter made their way to the other end of the room to sit on bar stools at the long high table that ran up the middle of the bar.

You watched Sonny taking off his over coat putting it on the chair next to him and sitting down. His tie lose and top button undone, your stomach doing somersaults. Your friend that was sitting next to you nudged you drawing your attention back to your table of friends,

"Love at first sight Y/N? They are both hot. You can pick first and I’ll have whoever is left" your friend kissed your cheek playfully, the other two turning around to get a good look at them. You rolled your eyes and started to giggle,

"That one" you pointed at Sonny “Is my partner. And that one” you pointed at Peter "Is the new ADA"

"Wow- you work with them and you’re still not getting any"

"Ha- thanks for that" you rolled your eyes "I better go say hey"

Your three friends started to giggle like little school girls when you stood up straightening your black boot legged pants and fixing up your black squinted elbow length shirt. You had heels on, your hair down curled and a full face of makeup, looking very different from your every day or squad night out look. You made your way towards the two men who were leaning close to each over the table talking,

"I know you guys have a bromance going on, but am I interrupting a date" you laughed, Sonny and Peter looked up at you.

"Hey Y/N" Peter got up slightly off his chair and kissed you on the cheek with a smile “You look different- I mean nice” you both laughed.

Sonny was staring at you star struck, "Wow Y/N, hey" Sonny stood up kissing you on the cheek putting his hand on your elbow "What are you doing here?"

"Christmas catch up" you nodded towards the table of your friends. Sonny and Peter both turning to look, your friends smirking and waving at them, they both waved back "How about you guys?"

"We just came for dinner and drinks" Sonny smiled at you.

"My friends all have to go soon, if you guys are still here I might come and join you?"

"Yeah of course" Sonny blurted out his big smile coming to his face.

"We'll be here for while" Peter smiled at you.

From the moment you got back to your friends till they were getting ready to leave you and Sonny caught each other staring more than once. Sonny's cheeks would go red when you caught him and you would blush when he caught you. Finally your friends where leaving. Peter was looking at the TV and Sonny watched as you hugged and kissed your friends goodbye and then walked over to the chair Sonny's coat was on,

"Still ok if I join you guys?"

"Yeah, take a seat" Sonny smiled at you moving the chair out.

A couple of shots, a cocktail and a jug of water later Peter said goodnight and left, leaving you and Sonny alone.

"Thanks for letting me join you guys" you smiled at Sonny taking a sip of water.

"Of course" Sonny smiled big at you "Y/N with everything going on with the case- I would feel more comfortable if you came back to mine tonight- just in case- it’s late and ya know with everything. You can have my bed, I'll take the couch."

"Ah yeah ok" you lent over kissing Sonny on the cheek "You’re so sweet"

The cab drive home was silent, you both sat in the back looking out your windows as it snowed seeing all the shop fronts decorated for Christmas. You got back to Sonny's and he walked into his room getting you a change of clothes. You went into his bathroom and changed into his track pants and Fordham t-shirt washing off as much of your make-up as you could. When you walked back out to Sonny in his kitchen making tea, you looked him up and down seeing him with his tie off, more buttons lose, shirt untucked, sleeves rolled up past his elbows and socked feet. You took in a deep breath. Sonny heard you and turned to look at you,

“Wanna tea?” Sonny half smiled at you.

“Na, thanks anyway. I might call it a night I’ am tired. Thanks so much again for tonight. Are you sure you’re happy with the couch?” You lent over squeezing his arm.

“Yeah all good” he nodded at you.

“Night Sonny” you kissed his cheek turning away to get into his bed.

You weren’t sure if it was the sound of the car back firing or the bad dream you had that shocked you awake. You settled down your breathing, wiping the tears from your eyes and tapped your phone screen and seen you had only been asleep for about an hour. You jumped out of bed and walked into the living area, the only light in the room was the TV turned down and Sonny’s lit Christmas tree,

“Sonny?”

Sonny sat up slightly just enough to look over the back of the couch and he saw your face in the light of the TV. You started to walk around to him. Standing next to him still laying on the couch.

“Hey Y/N you ok, what’s wrong?”

“I had a bad dream” a tear rolled down your cheek.

Sonny reach out for you pulling you down to lay with him by your hand. He moved himself onto his side, his back against the back of the couch his arm out and he lifted the blanket up so you could get under it. You laid down snuggling into his chest as he put the blanket on you wrapping you in his arms. He used one hand to move your hair out of the way and then started to rub your shoulder blade to comfort you.

“Want to talk about it?” he whispered in your ear. You shook your head and wrapped your right arm around his middle pulling him into you.

“Just hold me- please”

Sonny kissed your cheek tightening his hold on you. You sighed in content nuzzling your face into Sonny’s chest, laying there for a long moment listening to him breathe and his heart beat. You titled your head back so you could look up at him. His eyes met yours and he smiled big with his eye crinkles. His hand that was on your middle moved up to cup your cheek. You both laid there staring into each other’s eyes. Your tummy filling with butterflies and you took in a deep breath,

“Kiss me Dominick”

Sonny brought his lips to yours slowly, your lips meeting for a soft kiss. You arched your body into Sonny’s chest and he whimpered into your mouth. You pulled back, both searching each other faces. You both smiled and you all but pounced back on him, your tongue’s entering each other’s mouths for a deep kiss. Your hand went into Sonny’s hair and Sonny’s went up the back of your shirt rubbing up and down your naked back. You lifted your right leg up to rest on Sonny’s hip tucking it between him and the back of the couch. Sonny’s hand ran along your back, over your side and up your front to grab at your breast, cupping it in his big hands. You moved so Sonny laid on his back and you rolled on top of him straddling him, Sonny now running his other hand up your shirt to give both breast’s equal attention.

Sonny looked up at you with hooded eyes when you lent down and started to kiss down his neck and you grinded down on him making him moan and grip your chest a little tighter.

“Y/N” Sonny moaned again as you rolled your hips over his hard length leaning up to look down to him “I want you so bad” he bucked his hips up.

“I want you to Sonny” you kissed his jaw.

“But not just for tonight” you lent back looking into his eyes, his hands coming out of your shirt to rest on both sides of your cheeks pulling you down closer to his face “Spend New Year’s with me? Please”

Your lips crashed down on Sonny’s, your kiss deep and needy. You felt Sonny shiver as you ran your hands down his side, pushing his t-shirt up slightly running your hands along the skin above the waist of his Christmas tree pj pants.

You jumped up quickly undressing yourself. Sonny sat up ripping his shirt off, laying down lifting his hips up to push down his boxers and pants. You bit your lip and smiled when you saw Sonny’s hand around himself and reaching for his wallet with the other. You pushed his hand away wrapping yours around him instead leaning over him starting to stroke him. Sonny’s eyes snapped shut dropping his wallet on the floor, grunting.

“Y/N- feels so good babe” he moaned

You plucked the condom out of Sonny’s hand and ripped it open with your teeth. You pulled your hand away, Sonny groaning wanting more. You rolled it on him and moved to hover over him. His hands at his base holding himself steady for you. You pushed down, Sonny sliding into you.

“Oh Dominick” you moaned as you sat down fully on him, his length brushing along your most sensitive parts. You started to roll your hips over him, resting your hands on his chest for balance, Sonny’s hands resting on your hips.

“You’re so beautiful” Sonny started to lift his hips up into you.

You could feel it, tighter and tighter your coil was winding. Sonny looked up at you watching as your head fell back, your hair falling over your back, your lips parted and eyes shut.

“Y/N” Sonny grunted “Look at me”

Your eyes locked with Sonny, the room filled with heavy breathing, moans and whimpers. Sonny could feel you gripping him. He moved one hand pressing his thumb down on your swollen and red pearl over and over. Sonny felt your hands ball into fists on his chest and you wailed ‘Dominick’ loud, your whole body shaking as pure ecstasy washed over you. Sonny moaned loud, breathless gripping on your hips as he came inside you, his body covered in a light sheet of sweat.

You dropped down on his chest, breathless your face resting into Sonny’s neck. You lifted your hips up slightly for Sonny to pull out of you, sliding out from under you to go and clean himself up, after he put the blanket back over your naked body. Sonny was back in no time. You moved for him to lay next to you under the blanket, your back now up against the back of the couch and him facing you.

Sonny snaked an arm around you pulling you into him for a deep kiss,

“You didn’t answer my question” Sonny rubbed his thumb along your cheek bone.

You giggled and wrapped your arm around him pulling him in.

“That wasn’t my answer?” you raised an eye brow grinning.

Like a flash Sonny was standing scooping you up bridal style, pulling a loud gasp from you, carrying you into his room.

“Guess you will have to answer me again”

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#thatesqcrush holiday bingo #sonny carisi #sonny carisi x you #sonny carisi smut #sonny x reader #sonny carisi x reader #detective sonny carisi

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