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florida !!!- b.barnes

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a/n: yes, i am a swifty- sorry lmao. set during tatws, but there are a lot of time-skips back in time

intended for fem reader!

summary: based off of florida !!! by taylor swift

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: sad ending, breaking up, general marvel topics, sad bucky, that pissy therapist, kinda suggestive…

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You can beat the heat if you beat the charges too

They said I was a cheat, I guess it must be true

And my friends all smell like weed or little babies

And this city reeks of driving myself crazy

Bucky stared at your photo in the exhibit, his heart heavy. Your beautiful face, smiling beside him, his hair was longer, a photo from before Thanos, just before you’d gone into battle. You’d fought tooth and nail, gotten closer than anyone else had to killing him, but it wasn’t enough.

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“How’re you holding up?” His therapist pulled him from his thoughts.

“Fine,” he lied.

“It’s been… 4 months?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Y’know, people are usually still upset 4 months later? Healing isn’t linear-”

“I’m fine.”

He was the farthest from fine he’d ever been. You were gone. Figuratively. He’d broken up with you, sending you away the second ‘real life’ became too much for him. He hadn’t been free for decades, now everything came at him far too fast.

“Ok, so talk to me about Wakanda,” she shrugged and he scoffed. “Exactly.”

“I’ll talk about it,” he mumbled after a moment of silence. Shock spread across her face for a brief second, but she buried it.

“Good, go ahead,” she confirmed.

Little did you know your home's really only

A town you're just a guest in

So you work your life away just to pay

For a time-share down in Destin

Wakanda. His moment of peace. His moment of you.

You had decided to stay in Wakanda and join his programme, be there for him. He allowed you, but kept you at arms length, not wanting to ruin whatever friendship you two had any chance of having.

That was, until that night.

He was running, he could hear you breathing beside him. You were screaming. You were in pain. He kept running, you stopped. He left you behind, behind to die.

He had been screaming your name in his sleep so you ran to his hut. “Buck?!” You shouted, putting a hand on his chest, trying to wake him up. His metal arm came up to hit you, you let him and barely flinched. Yes, it hurt like a bitch but you’d taken worse. His eyes opened, spilling out tears as his mouth opened to allow laboured breaths out. “Bucky, it’s ok,” you whispered. “I’m right here.”

“Y-you d-died,” he said in between shaky breaths. “And I left you there.”

“I’m right here Buck, look at me,” You told his metal arm and placed it over your heart, sitting in the bed next to him to let him come to terms with the fact that you were actually alive. “I’m right here. I’m fine.”

He studied your face and found absolutely no sign or mocking or embarrassment. You were there for him. He allowed his head to fall into your lap and you began running your fingers through his hair. He’d never felt such peace. “You’re ok Bucky, go to sleep.”

He did. He’d slept better than he ever had.

Florida

Is one hell of a drug

Florida

Can I use you up?

He tried to avoid you in the weeks after the dream, too embarrassed to speak to you. Yet every time you saw him, you offered him a soft smile and enthusiastic wave, one he reciprocated with his own awkward wave and shy smile.

You were perfect. You were volunteering with local children, giving Shuri and the palace the genius of your brain, and you were helping him. You always attended his therapy sessions with him, waiting outside to walk him back to his hut. Sometimes, when it was late and the sun had set, when there were no prying eyes, you’d take his hand and you’d play a game of squeezing. You’d squeeze his hand, he’d squeeze yours, and vice versa until one of you started laughing.

One of those nights, you’d just looked so beautiful, he’d reached out and kissed you. He was surprised by his own actions, but before he could pull away and apologise, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back.

It was still the best damn kiss of his life.

The hurricane with my name when it came

I got drunk and I dared it to wash me away

Barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine

Well, me and my ghosts, wе had a hell of a time

Yes, I'm hauntеd, but I'm feeling just fine

All my girls got their lace and their crimes

And your cheating husband disappeared, well

No one asks any questions here

Weeks passed and you and Bucky started dating. Holding hands in the daylight, kisses before he went into his sessions, stolen glances over dinners, and his personal favourite, sneaking into each others huts.

It’s not like anyone would stop you two, it was just fun to pretend you were a forbidden love.

“Sweetheart?” he whispered into the dark expanse of your room.

“Buck?” you yawned from your bed.

“Yeah, it’s me darling,” he smiled as you pawed at his bicep, signalling for him to get into bed. He slipped in beside you, you legs wrapping around him in a silent plea. “You’re not too tired?”

“I just want you,” you kissed a line up and down his neck, your hazy voice making him dizzy with need.

Those secret rendezvous, your perfect hands on him, you under him, your small giggles and jesting.

He was in love with you.

2 years of love, then Tony called you both back.

So I did my best to lay to rest

All of the bodies that have ever been on my body

And in my mind, they sink into the swamp

Is that a bad thing to say in a song?

Thanos was the new threat. Thanos seemed unbeatable.

Though now, you didn’t know where you and Bucky stood.

What would this do to the two of you?

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I need to forget, so take me to Florida

I've got some regrets, I'll bury them in Florida

Tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable

At least the dolls are beautiful, fuck me up, Florida

I need to forget, so take me to Florida

I've got some regrets, I'll bury them in Florida

Tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable

What a crash, what a rush, fuck me up, Florida

It's one hell of a drug

Love left me like this and I don't want to exist

So take me to Florida

Bucky stopped talking.

“Do you need a break?” she asked, writing in her notebook.

His eyes were full of tears but he shook his head. “I’m fine.”

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Little did you know your home's really only

A town you're just a guest in (Florida)

So you work your life away just to pay

For a time-share down in Destin (Take me to Florida)

Little did you know your home's really only

The town you'll get arrested (Florida)

So you pack your life away just to wait out

The shitstorm back in Texas

When you got back to the Avengers compound after 4 weeks of training, 4 weeks of not seeing your boyfriend. You didn’t even want to see anyone. You’d been grilled and tortured for 4 weeks, trying to make sure you were loyal to the Avengers, loyal to SHEILD. No body knew.

Bucky knew. You looked more tired, seemed more on-edge.

“Doll, come one, talk to me,” he whispered into your hair as he held you close. The flood-gates opened and you sobbed into his chest, telling him everything.

He saw red.

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Battling Thanos was the fight of both of your lives. When you lost, both of you were blipped.

5 years in 10 seconds. You went straight back into the battlefield, both of you did. He was defeated, but not without a great sacrifice, Tony’s life.

No one was the same.

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After all the diplomatic shit was over, Bucky and you had gotten a little place, a spacious apartment with a homey feel.

You had barely moved in before he broke it off.

“Maybe I don’t want this anymore!” He shouted and you fell silent.

And that was it. You moved out. The apartment wasn’t spacious, it was empty. Empty of every piece of you.

And he hated himself for it.

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“So you do miss her?”

“Yes,” he admitted, allowing the tears to flow down his cheeks.

“Why haven’t you reached out to her?”

“She deserves better. As much as I want to go back to how things were, especially in Wakanda, I can’t in good conscience ruin her like that again.” He gulped down a cry. “When I… said what I said she looked so… broken.”

Florida

Is one hell of a drug

(Take me to) Florida

Can I use you up?

Florida

Is one hell of a drug

Florida

Go on, fuck me up

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miley1442111 · 3 days

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stalker- s.reid

a/n: i imagined a fem reader but as per usual, imagine what you like :)

summary: spencer saves you.

pairing: spencer reid x reader

warnings: general criminal minds topics, gore and brief descriptions of harm, mutual pining, heavy topics, stalking, reader if from Texas

Spencer sat at his desk, a less than pleasant expression on his face. His glasses had slid down his nose, his usually perfectly gelled hair was messy, and a frown played at his lips.

“If you stare any longer you’re going to end up with your face stuck like that,” Jj joked as she placed herself in his eyeline. Spencer’s frown deepened and Jj chuckled. “Come on, we have a case.”

Spencer got up, falling into stride with you as you left your desk, hanging up the phone.

“Who were you talking to?” He asked, trying to make small talk. You were new to the team, an old contractor Strauss had hand-picked, you were smart (smarter than him), beautiful, and you were so polite and dutiful that Spencer couldn’t tell if you were actually his friend. You just had an air of coolness that seemed so unreachable for Spencer. You and Derek had worked together in Chicago, you two made sense as friends, Penelope, Emily, Jj, and you all got along well, that made sense. David and you had a shared love of cooking, something SPencer couldn’t even begin to understand. You even made Aaron laugh on the worst of days with some witty comment or sarcastic joke.

Had Derek just asked you to befriend Spencer for the team's sake? Why would you be interested in him? It made no sense.

You smiled. “My friend from home.”

“Where are you from?” He asked as you two sat in the conference room, Aaron shot you two a look that Spencer clearly didn’t see so you didn’t answer.

“Tell you later,” you whispered as the briefing began.

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Walking into the sweltering heat of Texas from the lovely air-conditioned plane was quite the shock to the body.

“Fuck it’s hot,” you sighed, pulling off your hoodie to reveal a tight black top beneath. Yes, it was work-appropriate and completely within regulations, but Spencer’s eyes all but popped out of his head like he was in one of those cartoons.

“You’re drooling,” Derek joked from beside him, pretending to wipe his chin. Spencer pushed his hands away with a shy smile, trying to recover from his embarrassing moment.

“Ok, Spencer and Derek you two go to the latest crime scene, Y/n, Jj and I will go to the precinct, David and Emily you two will go talk to the deceased family,” Aaron gave out jobs. “Oh and Y/n, I want you with someone at all times, this unSub is going after women with your exact description and our team is a definite hit for him. He’s made contact with the police asking specifically for you and me,” Aaron explained.

You all dispersed into your separate cars and began working the case. The precinct was full of slimy cops who all promised to ‘protect you’, just not from themselves.

“We want you to wear this,” Jj handed you a bulletproof vest and you rolled your eyes.

“Seriously? I’m not a porcelain doll, I can handle myself-” You tried to reason with them but the look on Aaron’s face made you stop. He, himself, was wearing one too. “Fine.”

“Good,” Jj smiled.

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Spencer was worrying himself sick at the crime scene, rambling about all the ways the unSub could get to you and how you shouldn’t even be in the state.

“Spencer!” Derek exclaimed. “Go to your girlfriend, send Jj back after you. You’re no help when you’re like this.”

Spencer didn’t take kindly to the small jest, but he didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed the keys and drove down to the precinct, finding Jj immediately and making up a poorly executed lie about feeling sick. She saw right through him.

“Hope you feel better Spence,” she smirked. “Y/n is with Hotch interviewing a suspect here,” she pointed it out on a map. “See you later.”

After grabbing the keys to Emily and David’s vehicle (they’d just come back from the crime scene) and driving there, anxiety ran through him as he found the door to the farmhouse open. He turned the corner, finding three figures. One was on the floor, shouting in agony, the other was standing, hands above their head. The third was holding a gun.

He turned back, dialling Derek’s number.

“We need back-up, we’re at 34 Terrace Avenue! Agent down!” He spoke quietly into his phone.

“We’re on the way kid, don’t go in without back-up,” Derek told him. Spencer didn’t respond. “Spencer?”

“She’s dying,” he reasoned and hung up, walking in. “FBI! Put your weapons down!”

The unSub, Mitchell O’Hara had been obsessed with you since high school, you’d rejected him in senior year when he’d asked you to the prom since you already had plans with friends. All over the farmhouse, there were photos of you from every stage of your life. Childhood to teenage years, to college years, to your various positions before joining the BAU just a few months ago, including your CIA and covert Ops positions.

Spencer could see you on the ground, multiple knife wounds in your exposed torso, he’d made you take off your vest, Spencer thought. You groaned in pain on the floor. “Spencer?” You asked hazily. Spencer kept his gun trained on Mitchell.

“Yeah?” He was stalling, waiting for Aaron to get his own gun or for back-up to arrive.

“Good,” you were slipping out of consciousness. “I’ve always liked you,” you smiled hazily. Spencer would be elated at those words if the circumstances were different.

“This is your dream guy Y/n?!” Mitchell shouted. “Him?!”

“He’s nice,” you managed. “He’s funny.”

“I’m nice! I’m funny!” Mitchell screamed.

“You’re not Spencer,” you mumbled as everything went dark.

SWAT suddenly filled the room and Spencer ran to you, trying to stop the bleeding. Thank god Derek had ordered for an ambulance to follow them to the scene.

As Aaron cuffed Mitchell, Spencer went with you in the ambulance. He watched as they attempted to treat your wounds, needing to cut open your shirt. Spencer was shocked to find what looked like 50 different scars. Some from bullets, others knives, others things he couldn’t name. He knew you’d been in the CIA and on a Cover Ops team, he never thought you would’ve been hurt this many times and still have the strength to go on. The ambulance pulled up to the hospital and you were brought straight into emergency surgery.

He waited for hours there just pacing, nervously biting at his nails, or attempting to sit there as no one told him a thing. He lied, saying he was your boyfriend. Technically it wasn’t a lie, you liked him, he liked you. He just hadn’t asked.

“Dr. Reid?” A nurse called out. He stood immediately. “She’s stable and should be waking up soon, you can see her.”

Spencer nodded a ‘thanks’ her way and entered your hospital room.

You were alive. You were here. You were awake.

You smiled at him. “Hey.”

Your voice was hoarse, tired from the shouting you’d done.

“Hi.”

“Thanks for saving me Spencer,” you smiled. “And about what I said… if you don’t feel the same I’d totally get it. I just thought I was… y’know dying so…”

Spencer shook his head and smiled. “I like you a lot too.”

You grinned. “Good.”

He leaned down, a sudden surge of confidence ran through him and he kissed you softly.

“I’m from Texas by the way,” you smiled against his lips.

“I actually guessed that, yeah,” he joked, making you laugh. God, he loved your laugh.

He loved you. He just wouldn’t tell you that yet.

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#criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #bau team #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x reader #aaron hotchner fluff #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader #doctor spencer reid #spencer reid criminal minds

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miley1442111 · 4 days

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jealous?- a.hotchner

a/n: i imagined a fem reader but as per usual, imagine what you like :)

summary: aaron couldn't be jealous, right?

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

warnings: jealousy, heavy kissing, aaron is mean to spencer, not really cheating but kinda

Aaron truly didn’t mind keeping your relationship a secret.

He thought it was a good idea considering you two were only a few months in. As much as Aaron loved you, and you loved him, hiding it was a necessity.

Right now? Aaron wanted to walk right up to you and kiss you so hard that the officer speaking to you finally got the message. The officer, John Davis had his hands on you, he kept talking to you, asking you dumb questions. Aaron could tell you were getting irritated, if he did what we wanted, he would be sure you wouldn’t mind. Though, workplace conduct also held him back. He was the unit chief after all.

But what happened next shocked him. Shy little Spencer Reid walked up to you, wrapped and arm around your waist, and kissed you.

What?

You were taken by surprise, but the officer just walked away feeling dejected. Spencer pulled back with an apologetic smile and cleared his throat, his face beet red.

“He wouldn’t leave you alone,” he shrugged, explaining his motivation behind kissing you. You just nodded, shocked that your best friend just kissed you.

“Spencer!” Aaron’s voice rang out through the room. Spencer’s head turned, a sickly feeling settling in his stomach. “Outside, now,” Aaron demanded. You sent Aaron a stern glance, silently asking him to not go too hard on Spencer. He didn’t return it.

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“What were you thinking?” Aaron demanded.

“Hotch, he wouldn’t leave her alone- I- what was I supposed to do?” Spencer attempted to add reasoning onto the sudden display, though a part of him deep down knew that he liked you as more than just a friend.

“Get. Me,” Aaron deadpanned. “If you have an issue with the officers or anyone on a case you need to get me or Jj, she’s our liaison, I’m the Unit Chief,” he growled. “I thought you’d remember that, Spencer.”

“Hotch please, you know that guy wouldn’t have went away-”

“Do I really have to babysit you?” Aaron was just being mean now. You were walking outside to them both anyways, Penelope had another break in the case.

“Aaron,” you sighed, standing beside Spencer. “Stop being mean.”

Aaron’s body language changed immediately. He shut up.

“Penelope has something, you head in Spencer, yeah?” You smiled at Spencer and he nodded and went inside. “What the fuck are you playing at Aaron?”

Aaron sighed, then grabbed your waist and pulled you in to kiss him. This wasn’t like any kiss before. It was heavy, passionate and all-consuming. You smiled into it.

“No one,” a kiss to your lips. “Should,” another kiss. “Kiss,” another kiss. “My,” another kiss. “Girlfriend,” he finished it off with a longer kiss, allowing his hands to travel and squeeze your ass, knowing it usually makes you open your mouth in surprise. Your gasp was swallowed by his lips as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, every attempt you made at pulling away was stopped by his large hands.

“Baby-” breathed in between kisses as his lips latched onto your neck. “The team, they’ll see us-”

“Fuck the team,” he said breathlessly. It clicked.

“You’re jealous,” you stated, a small smirk on your face, Aaron rolled his eyes.

“It doesn’t take a genius to figure that one out,” he tried to capture your lips again but you stopped him.

“You have nothing to be jealous of. Spencer is my friend, that's it,” You smiled, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Honey-”

“Let’s go back inside, yeah?” You smiled and he grabbed your hand, reluctantly following behind you. You dropped his hand as you walked into the conference room with the rest of the team, but Aaron felt better.

You were his. He was yours.

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#criminal minds imagine #criminal minds #bau team #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fandom #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #aaron #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #spencer #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader

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miley1442111 · 4 days

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fresh out the slammer- a.hotchner

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a/n: yes, i am a swifty- sorry lmao.

intended for fem reader!

summary: based off of fresh out the slammer by taylor swift

pairings: aaron hotchner x reader

warnings: sad ending, talk of falling out of love, aaron is still in love with Haley

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Now pretty baby, I'm running back home to you

Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to

Fresh out the slammer, oh

Aaron unlocked the door to your shared home, one thought on his mind. Haley.

He missed her more than life itself. He missed being a family with Jack and her. He missed it all.

You were his girlfriend, you should’ve been on his mind. You had been there for him during his recent recovery after the stabbings with Foyet, you were working at all hours to try and find Foyet, you were always there for him. He loved you, truly.

But you weren't Haley.

Another summer takin' cover, rolling thunder

He don't understand me

Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter

He was with her in dreams

He lay beside you in your bed. You were already asleep, soft snores falling from your beautiful lips. A certain unease settled into Aaron’s body. He realised something slowly, and it led to a heavy sense of dread, shame, regret, and guilt.

He didn’t love you. He was still in love with Haley.

He thought of Haley everyday, every night. He wondered what she was doing, now that he didn’t know where she or Jack was.

Sleep evaded him that night.

Gray and blue and fights and tunnels

Handcuffed to the spell I was under

For just one hour of sunshine

Years of labor, locks, and ceilings

In the shade of how he was feeling

But it's gonna be alright, I did my time

Weeks passed and Aaron became more and more distant. He cancelled dates, came home late, he was reckless at work.

You felt hopeless. You knew something was wrong, but you couldn’t figure out what. You decided to confront him, staying up late enough to catch him.

“Aaron, what’s going on?” You asked as he walked into your shared bedroom. He stared at you for a moment, then sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Nothing,” he lied.

“Aaron, I’m a profiler too. Tell me.”

He felt conflicted. He liked you, a lot. He’d been dating you for a year. He’d thought he was over Haley, he was wrong. “I’m not in love with you anymore, I’m not sure I ever was.”

Your heart broke, but you swallowed it back. “Ok,” you whispered and got up, grabbing your go-bag and walking out. Aaron didn’t chase you. He didn’t want to.

You got into your car and let yourself break down. He never loved you. He was still in love with Haley. You were just a placeholder for her.

You went to Penelope’s place, knowing she’d be there for you. She let you in immediately and comforted you to sleep.

Now, pretty baby, I'm runnin' back home to you

Frеsh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to

(Frеsh out the slammer, oh)

Haley was dead. You felt devastated for Aaron and Jack, not enough to speak to him though. You attended the funeral, you stood beside the rest of the team, then went straight to Strauss. You handed in you badge and gun, leaving the BAU behind. You cut everyone off, blocking their numbers, moving house, taking up a job in the CIA instead.

Aaron had officially lost you. In the weeks of your breakup, he’d realised how wrong he was, that he had loved you, that he was in love with you.

Camera flashes, welcome bashes, get the matches

Toss the ashes off the ledge

As I said in my letters, now that I know better

I will never lose my baby again

He spent weeks trying to find you, finding nothing. You’d asked one of your new colleagues to essentially wipe your existence off the face of the earth. You changed your name, you changed.

He’d made Penelope look for you for months, he went to your family as a last result.

“You want to know where Y/n is?” Your father asked. “We thought you’d know.”

His heart stopped. You were missing.

He got the team on it immediately, until Strauss called him in.

“Aaron, Y/n Y/l/n is not missing. She’s been reassigned,” she explained.

“Why can’t we find her then! All of her accounts were drained and closed, her family don’t know where she is, and she left the BAU!” He demanded.

“She was reassigned Aaron, that’s the end of it.”

He was helpless. You were gone.

My friends tried, but I wouldn't hear it

Watch me daily disappearing

For just one glimpse of his smile

All those nights, he kept me goin'

Swirled you into all of my poems

Now we're at the starting line, I did my time

He took a leave of absence from the BAU for a month, deciding to try and find you on his own. He looked through everything on you, tried to remember details you’d told him, but he came up with nothing.

Until he saw you on a case.

Now, pretty baby, I'm runnin'

To the house where you still wait up and that porch light gleams (Gleams)

To the one who says I'm the girl of his American dreams

And no matter what I've done, it wouldn't matter anyway

Ain't no way I'm gonna screw up now that I know what's at stake here

At the park where we used to sit on children's swings

Wearing imaginary rings

You were a CIA agent, you were happy the way you were. You’d found a husband in the 2 years since you’d left the BAU. He loved you and adored you like you were supposed to be adored. He was a childhood best friend, one you’d had a crush on as a child. Aaron walked into the CIA building and saw you with your hand in his. His world crumbled for the third time in his life.

You had found someone else. You shot him and the entire team a small, knowing smile, and assisted them on their case.

“We thought you’d died,” Derek admitted as you were all cleaning up the conference room they were using as an office.

“Well technically Y/n died, I’m Y/n/n now. Y/n/n Scott,” You smiled, showing off your wedding ring and smiling at your husband, the other CIA agent that was helping with the investigation. Aaron’s stomach turned. At least you were happy.

But it's gonna be alright, I did my time

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miley1442111 · 5 days

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more hairy women in fic

more women of color in fic

more fat women in fic

more tall women in fic

more loud women in fic

more self-assured women in fic

and less hairless, juvenile, white-washed, diminished little girl-doll-women in fic

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miley1442111 · 5 days

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but daddy i love him- r.cameron

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a/n: yes, i am a swifty- sorry lmao.

intended for fem!reader

summary: based off of but daddy i love him by taylor swift

pairings: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: happy ending, talk of fighting, kissing, marragie, pregnancy

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I forget how the West was won

I forget if this was ever fun

I just learned these people only raise you

To cage you

Sarahs and Hannahs in their Sunday best

Clutchin' their pearls, sighing, "What a mess"

I just learned these people try and save you

'Cause they hate you

You ran through the Midsummer's party tears flowing freely down your face. Your parents had given you a final ultimatum. Break up with Rafe or be cut off from them and kicked out. They didn’t approve of him, he was too immature. He was bad for you.

The Outerbanks was a small place, everyone thought they knew everyone. Rafe was a party boy, yes. Rafe did drugs and rank too much, yes. Rafe didn’t give a shit about others most of the time, yes. But all of that was before you. Before he got better, for you. Though all anyone ever saw was the playboy with too much of daddy’s money.

Too high a horse for a simple girl

To rise above it

They slammed the door on my whole world

The one thing I wanted

You weren’t perfect either. You were a Kook too. Your family worked with the Cameron’s. You’d grown up with Rafe. You were done with their impossible standards. You had to be their perfect daughter, you didn’t want to be anymore.

You ran straight into Rafe, who was chatting with his dad.

“Baby?” He questioned, worry coating his words. “What’s wrong?”

“M-my parents,” you cried into his chest, his hands pulling you close to him as he led you somewhere less public. “T-they’re going to kick me out if we don’t break up!”

Rafe’s face set into an emotion he rarely showed, genuine upset. He felt for you, obviously. He regretted his past actions and guilt ate at him everyday. He’d done everything to try and show your parents that he was good. Good enough for you anyways, even if he didn’t believe it himself. He thought he was evil, that you deserved better. But he wasn’t a strong enough man to shy away from your unconditional love and kindness. Your beauty and grace. Your intelligence.

You.

Now I'm runnin' with my dress unbuttoned

Scrеamin', "But, Daddy, I love him

I'm havin' his baby"

No, I'm not, but you should see your faces

I'm tellin' him to floor it through thе fences

No, I'm not coming to my senses

I know he's crazy, but he's the one I want

Your father turned the corner, a hardened look on his face. “You’ve made your choice?”

“Dad, I love him!” You cried to your father, begging him to see how much you cared for each other.

“He’s not good for you! He’s dangerous!” Your father shouted back. Ward walked in, attempting to quell the situation.

“Sir, please-” Rafe started but your father silenced him with a punch to the face. You cried as Ward held your father back from hurting an apologising Rafe. After what felt like hours, though truthfully, it was minutes, Sarah came in to take you away from the situation, driving you to Tannyhill as you sobbed silently in the passenger seat. She brought you up to Rafe's bedroom and sat with you until you fell asleep.

Dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid

Tendrils tucked into a woven braid

Growin' up precocious sometimes means

Not growin' up at all

He was chaos, he was revelry

Bedroom eyes like a remedy

Soon enough, the elders had convened

Down at the city hall

You woke up to Rafe’s arms around you, his comforting scent engulfing you. For a moment, everything felt alright.

“Morning baby,” he smiled softly. You looked up to see his face. He had a split lip and a black eye, clearly the fight had progressed after you’d left.

“Rafe,” you whispered, brushing a finger over his bruising softly. He tried to hide his wincing, but you saw right through it. You felt a sickening blame settle in your stomach. “I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he whispered, changing your position so that he could put a hand on your cheek. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and allowed for comfortable silence before he spoke again, a certain insecurity in his voice. “I don’t mind what choice you make, I love you more than anything but I don’t want to take your family away from you-”

“You. I pick you,” you said, the most certain thing in your mind was that you loved Rafe and that Rafe loved you. You felt that the only thing you’d ever know was Rafe.

“Baby…” He started, trying to reason with you. “They’re your family-”

“And you’re the love of my life.”

"Stay away from her"

The saboteurs protested too much

Lord knows the words we never heard

Just screeching tires and true love

Months and months of your parents attempting to get you back, threatening the Cameron’s, calling you everyday begging you to come home, you’d walk out of the house and there they would be, screaming and shouting, calling you all sorts of names.

You stayed by his side and he stayed by yours.

And I'm runnin' with my dress unbuttoned

Screamin', "But, Daddy, I love him

I'm havin' his baby"

No, I'm not, but you should see your faces

I'm tellin' him to floor it through the fences

No, I'm not coming to my senses

I know he's crazy, but he's the one I want

Midsummer’s came around again, you felt good. Rafe and you had both finished your college degrees and you were a working psychologist and he was working in a family-friends business. You’d moved out of Tannyhill into a charming cottage on the edge of the island, surrounded by trees and grass, your dream home.

Rafe and you stood hand in hand as the entire island stared at the two of you. Everyone knew what had happened, the island was a small place after all. You wore a beautiful dress and Rafe’s eyes were on you all night, you ditched the party and danced on the beach. There was no music, but the moment was too perfect to not want Rafe as close to you as possible.

“Thank you for staying,” Rafe whispered into your ear as he held you to his chest. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Thank you for being there for me,” you smiled back. “You’re the most caring man in the world.”

Rafe blushed, he wasn’t unused to your compliments, though he still got giddy when he remembered you truly did love him. He never thought he’d ever be called ‘caring’ or ‘thoughtful’, but here he was. Here he was, dancing on the beach with the love of his life.

“Marry me,” It wasn’t a question he had asked. This was a promise. This was a dream. You looked up at him, a shocked smile on your face.

“Really?” You asked.

“You need me to beg?” He joked and you laughed, pulling him in for a kiss. He would’ve begged.

I'll tell you something right now

I'd rather burn my whole life down

Than listen to one more second of all this bitchin' and moanin'

I'll tell you something 'bout my good name

It's mine alone to disgrace

I don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empath's clothing

Wedding planning was amazing, though it brought up certain feelings of sadness for you, knowing your family wouldn’t be a part of it. You picked out your dress with Wheezie and Sarah and a couple of your friends. Your ‘something borrowed’ was from Sarah, a beautiful necklace with a heart locket. Your ‘something old’ would be from Ward, a watch Rafe’s mother used to wear.

There's a lot of people in town that I

Bestow upon my fakest smiles

Scandal does funny things to pride, but brings lovers closer

We came back when the heat died down

Went to my parents and they came around

All the wine moms are still holdin' out, but fuck 'em, it's over

After a few months of planning, the word got around and your parents showed up at your door, wanting to apologise and to be a part of your life again.

“Fuck,” Rafe breathed out as he closed the door behind your parents. “That was a complete 180.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled humorlessly. “What should I do?”

He wrapped his arms around you, his hands on your waist. “You should do what you want.”

You rolled your eyes and he smiled. “Helpful,” you sighed sarcastically.

“Seriously, if you want them at the wedding, have them at the wedding. If you want them in our life, have them in our life. It’s up to you baby,” he smiled, pressing kisses all over your face.

“I’ll think it over,” you whispered to him.

Now I'm dancin' in my dress in the sun and

Even my daddy just loves him

I'm his lady

And, oh, my God, you should see your faces

Time, doesn't it give some perspective?

And, no, you can't come to the wedding

I know it's crazy, but he's the one I want

You didn’t allow your parents at the wedding, but you let them back into your life. You were happy that they’d come around and were now supportive of you and Rafe, but you were also weary of how much they’d approve of.

You adored Rafe, Rafe adored you. All of the Outerbanks had their feelings about you two, and you let them. You didn’t care, you were happy. Happier than you’d ever been.

Screamin', "But, Daddy, I love him

I'm having his baby"

No, I'm not

But you should see your faces

But, oh, my God, you should see your faces

(He was chaos, he was revelry)

When both you and Rafe’s eyes landed on the tick of the pregnancy test, you knew you were exactly where you were meant to be. He pulled you into his arms, celebration and excitement filling both of you.

You loved each other.

That was enough.

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so long, london- b.floyd

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~a/n: yes, i am a swifty- sorry lmao.

intended for fem!reader

summary: based off of so long, london by taylor swift

pairings: bob floyd x fem!reader

warnings: sad ending, talk of fighting, missed oppourtunites, divorce

So (So) long (Long), London (London)

Marrying you was the best day of Bob’s life. You two were freshly 18, just out of school, 4 weeks until he went off to the naval academy, and you went off to college. You were going to become a doctor, you wanted to change the world, fix it. You both did.

I saw, in my mind, fairy lights through the mist

I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift

Pulled him in tighter each time he was driftin' away

My spine split from carrying us up the hill

Wet through my clothes, weary bones got the chill

I stopped tryin' to make him laugh, stopped tryin' to drill the safe

Texting and calling became dry but you believed your love would bring you through it. You would send message after message, and get no reply for a week. Then he’d send hundreds of messages back, but you’d be too busy with your placements and study to respond. When he had a break from training, 4 days, you two spent them in your apartment, smiles on your faces as you two finally got to enjoy being newly-weds.

“You’re the most beautiful person in the world,” he smiled, his fingers running through your hair.

“You’re pretty beautiful too, Mr. Floyd,” you giggled against his lips.

“I love you so much blossom,” he smiled against your lips.

Blossom. That’s what he called you. You were his flower. His girl.

Thinkin', how much sad did you think I had

Did you think I had in me?

Oh, the tragedy

So long, London

You'll find someone

Months passed without much correspondence between the two of you, devastation pulled at the both of you, though you were both far too proud to admit your longing. A year passed. He was out of the academy and came to see you. He found you in bed, your beautiful face tear-stained and grief-stricken. Your ring on the bedside table beside you, your favourite picture of the two of you faced down. His heart broke.

I didn't opt in to be your odd man out

I founded the club she's heard great things about

I left all I knew, you left me at the house by the Heath

I stoppеd CPR, after all, it's no use

The spirit was gonе, we would never come to

And I'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free

He stopped trying. He sent you the divorce papers, and you signed them. He handed them in, though he didn’t miss the small water-stains on the pages. You resigned to your sub-par life as a divorcè to someone you still loved, though he didn’t love you back anymore.

Bob resigned to his sub-par life as a divorcè to someone he still loved, though you didn’t love him back anymore.

Years passed. You didn’t remarry. Neither did he. Somehow, you ended up in fightertown USA, at the beck and call of an old friend, Pete Mitchell. You were a medic in the army now, yes. But you were also a pilot. You’d had to learn to get you and your team in and out of some serious situations. You were good. Really good.

So how much sad did you think I had

Did you think I had in me?

How much tragedy?

Just how low did you

Think I'd go 'fore I'd self-implode?

'Fore I'd have to go be free?

“In 2 minutes and 30 seconds?” You questioned. Pete nodded. “You’re one crazy bastard.”

“Can you do it?” he asked.

“Yes.”

You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues?

I died on the altar waitin' for the proof

You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days

And I'm just getting color back into my face

I'm just mad as hell 'cause I loved this place for

Bob sat beside Phoenix, a sigh on his lips. It was your anniversary today. He was always a bit lower on days like this. Any day that reminded him that you weren’t there anymore made him devastated.

“Are you alright?” Phoenix leaned over, lowering her voice. “You seem down.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “It’s just the anniversary.”

Phoenix nodded in understanding. He’d told her about you. He often wondered what you were doing now.

“What’s that?” Jake asked, noticing the scene unfolding on the screen behind a smirking Maverick.

“That, my friends, is Blossom.”

Bob’s heart stopped. Is the universe really so cruel as to make him hear of someone with the same callsign as his old name for you? He’d even gotten a tattoo of cherry blossoms, a long one that went up from his arm to his back. He still wore his ring, only around his neck with his dog tags.

“Hearing us Blossom?” Mav spoke into the mic in front of him as the team looked around.

“Loud and clear Mav,” You spoke into your mic.

Bob’s heart genuinely stopped. He let out a gasp loud enough to get everyone’s attention. “That’s her.”

Phoenix whipped her head to him. “That’s her?” she asked. “I thought she was a doctor?”

“She was!” Bob stressed. His eyes trained onto your craft on the simulation. You were doing it. You were acing this with time to spare.

They all watched as you finished the course, 30 seconds left on the timer. As you exited your plane, Bob was standing there. You smiled at him.

“Hi Bob.”

“Hi,” he blushed. “How’re you?”

“Fine. I’m a medic.”

“I’m a Lieutenant Admiral,” he said, then embarrassment choked him up again. “You probably don’t care-”

“I do,” you smiled. “So, who’d you marry after me?”

His face fell. “Umm… no one.”

Your face fell.” But I thought you’d found someone else?”

“No! God no! I thought you were done with us-”

“What made you think that?” You questioned, anger bubbling in your stomach.

“Your ring was on your nightstand. Our picture was down-”

“Who else was in that picture?” You questioned and he wracked his brain. Brian, your brother was in that photo, right?

“Brian?”

“Yeah, he’d died that week, Bob. The ring was our mother’s ring, she’d given it to him to give to Natalie. Natalie gave it to me when she was cleaning out his stuff.”

His heart dropped. “So… you weren’t-”

“No! God no! I‘ve been in love with you since I was 14!” You shouted.

“So have I!” He shouted back.

“Well, looks like we missed our chance. We had a good moment in the sun Bob.” You whispered as you pulled away from him. Breaking both your hearts in the process.

So (So) long (Long), London (London)

Had (Had) a (A) good (Good) run (Run)

A moment (Moment) of warm sun (Sun)

But I'm (I'm) not (Not) the (The) one (One)

So (So) long (Long), London (London)

Stitches (Stitches) undone (Undone)

Two (Two) graves (Graves), one gun (Gun)

You'll (You'll) find (Find) someone

#bob floyd fic #bob floyd imagine #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #top gun maverick #top gun 1986 #top gun fanfiction #top gun hangman

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down bad- jj maybank

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a/n: yes, i am a swifty- sorry lmao. I was thinking of doing a story for every track but we'll see how that ends up lol.

intended for fem!reader

summary: based off of down bad by taylor swift

pairings: jj maybank x fem!reader, (platonic) rafe cameron x adopted sister

warnings: break-ups, no happy ending

Did you really beam me up

In a cloud of sparkling dust

Just to do experiments on

Tell me I was the chosen one

Show me that this world is bigger than us

Then send me back where I came from?

It was another party and another useless attempt at calling Jj. You sat in the corner, exhaustion pulling at your eyelids, yet you stayed. You stayed for the small chance that Jj might come. It might’ve been your birthday, but you’d never been less merry in your life.

For a moment, I knew cosmic love

What happened? You two had been the pogue couple. You two were perfect for each other, his teenage petulance, your logical mindset. You were going to college on the mainland, you’d probably bring him with you. At least, that’s what the entire island thought.

You were his sense. You were his saviour. You stopped his excessive drinking and smoking. You were there for him every time he stood up to his father. You helped him with schoolwork when everyone else had given up on him. You stayed by his side, always.

And he discarded you.

Now I'm down bad, cryin' at the gym (Cryin' at the gym)

Everything comes out teenage petulance

Fuck it if I can't have him (Fuck it if I can't have him)

I might just die, it would make no difference

Down bad, wakin' up in blood (Wakin' up in blood)

Starin' at the sky, come back and pick me up

Fuck it if I can't have us

I might just not get up, I might stay

You sat there all night, waiting for a sign of him. He didn’t show. He forgot your birthday. He must’ve really been done with you.

As you swept up the remnants of a party you didn’t want, a familiar voice rang through the house.

“You alright?” Rafe, your brother. You wanted to scream, but you took a deep breath instead, a pleasant smile on your tear-stained face.

“Fine,” you lied. “How are you?”

“I heard Jj left you,” he sighed. “I’m sorry-”

“If you’re here to gloat Rafe, I’m not in the mood,” you sighed. “Just go.”

He didn’t move. “I’m sorry-”

You rolled your eyes and pulled his hand off you. “Leave me alone.”

“I’m here for you, you know that, right?”

You didn’t want Rafe to be there for you, you wanted Jj to be there for you. You hadn’t felt rejection and devastation like this break-up. Jj was your first love, your first everything. Every time you closed your eyes you felt his hands on your body, his whispers in your ear, his smile on your skin.

Down bad (Like I lost my twin)

Fuck it if I can't have him (Down bad)

Down bad (Wavin' at the ship)

Fuck it if I can't have him

“You’re my everything,” he whispered, a hand dusting your waist. “We don’t have to do anything.”

You shook your head. “I want to,” you promised.

“You sure princess?” he smiled. You nodded.

I loved your hostile take-overs

Encounters closer and closer

All your indecent exposures

How dare you say that it's?

I'll build you a fort on some planet

Where they can all understand it

How dare you think it's romantic

Leaving me safe and stranded?

'Cause fuck it, I was in love

So fuck you if I can't have us

(Ah)

'Cause fuck it, I was in love

You opened your eyes again, tears spilling freely. “Get out Rafe.”

“I don’t think you want that.”

“I do,” You sobbed. “I want you and everyone else on this shitty island out of my fucking life! I can’t fucking wait to get out of here, away from you and fucking away from Jj! I hate you Rafe, truthfully, I do. But I hate Jj even more, and you’re just here because your dad asked you to be and we both know it, so if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to be left alone.”

Jj stilled, the flowers in his hand falling to the floor. You turned at the sound and another choked sob left your throat.

“Get out of my life!” You shouted, running up the stairs to your bedroom.

Now I'm down bad, cryin' at the gym (Cryin' at the gym)

Everything comes out teenage petulance

Fuck it if I can't have him (Can't have him)

I might just die, it would make no difference

Down bad, wakin' up in blood (Wakin' up in blood)

Starin' at the sky, come back and pick me up

Fuck it if I can't have us

I might just not get up,I might stay

Rafe sighed and looked at Jj. “What the fuck are you doing here man?”

“I wanted to see her,” he mumbled.

“You fucked her up, get out,” Rafe was baring his teeth. “I’m not telling you twice.”

“Please-” he tried but Rafe just sighed.

Down bad (Like I lost my twin)

Fuck it if I can't have him (I'm down bad)

Down bad (Wavin' at the ship)

Fuck it if I can't have him

The summer months passed, you went to the mainland for an internship and slowly tried to forget about Jj. He forgot about you. You dreamt of him every night, wished for him every day.You left thousands of messages.

He didn’t read them.

Like I lost my twin

Fuck it if I can't have him

Down bad (Wavin' at the ship)

Fuck it if I can't have him

#jj maybank fluff #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank angst #jj maybank outer banks #jj maybank smut #obx cast #obx fic #obx imagine #obx x reader #obx rp #rafe obx #obx #obx fanfiction #outer banks

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The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

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tortured poets department masterlist

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fortnight (featuring finnick odair)

tortured poets department (featuring spencer reid)

my boy only breaks his favourite toys (featuring aaron hotchner)

down bad (featuring jj maybank)

so long, london (featuring robert 'bob' floyd)

but daddy i love him (featuring rafe cameron)

fresh out the slammer (featuring aaron hotchner)

flordia!!! (featuring bucky barnes)

guilty as sin? (featuring aaron hotchner)

who's afraid of little old me? (featuring spencer reid)

who's afraid of little old me? (featuring carmen berzatto)

i can fix him (no i really can)- (featuring carmen berzatto)

loml (featuring peter parker)

i can do it with a broken heart (featuring sydcarmy)

the smallest man that ever lived (featuring derek morgan)

the alchemy (featuring jake 'hangman' seresin)

clara bow (featuring emily prentiss)

the black dog (featuring spencer reid)

imgonnagetyouback (featuring bradley 'rooster' bradshaw)

the albatross (featuring steve rogers)

chloe or sam or sophie or marcus (featuring sydney adamu)

how did it end? (featuring aaron hotchner)

so high school (featuring spencer reid)

i hate it here (featuring luca from the bear)

thank you aiMee (featuring natasha 'phoneix' trace)

i look in people's windows (featuring robert 'bob' floyd)

the prophecy (featuring aaron hotchner)

cassandra (featuring rafe cameron)

peter (featuring pope heyward)

the bolter (featuring spencer reid)

robin (featuring carmen berzatto)

the maunscript (featuring bucky barnes)

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fortnight-f.odair

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a/n: yes, i am a swifty- sorry not sorry lmao. I was thinking of doing a story for every track but we'll see how that ends up lol.

intended for fem!reader

summary: based off of fortnight by taylor swift

pairings: finnick odair x fem!reader

warnings: regular hg topics, finnick's backstory, talk of being taken by the capital, talk of cheating, death, no happy ending

the tortured poets department masterlist

I was supposed to be sent away

But they forgot to come and get me

I was a functioning alcoholic

'Til nobody noticed my new aesthetic

All of this to say, I hope you're okay

But you're the reason

And no one here's to blame

But what about your quiet treason?

It had been 10 years since Finnick had seen you. He was in the victor's village. He was a victor.

He cried himself to sleep every night thinking about you. His girl.

Yes, you two were only 14 when he left, but he loved you all the same. Your soft smiles, good humour and eternal kindness. Every touch from one of the capitalites made him sick to his stomach, he was supposed to be for you. He had wanted to marry you, even when he was a young boy. He knew that you were it for him.

And for a fortnight there we were forever running

'Til you sometimes ask about the weather

Now you're in my backyard turned into good neighbours

Your wife waters flowers, I wanna kill her

But, upon his joining of District 13, he saw you with your husband. James. You two were perfect. You were headstrong and he was supportive. He laughed at nothing other than your witty jokes. You essentially only smiled at him. Finnick felt sick to his stomach.

He wanted your husband dead. Finnick had not waited a decade to find out that you loved someone else. He saw every smile, every beauty mark, everything about you. He bet James didn’t even know that your childhood dream was to become a vet and take care of the wildlife creatures in District 4. James was slimy in Finnick’s opinion. He was handsy with you, constantly touching you inappropriately, truthfully, it was disgusting. He could see you becoming visibly uncomfortable but staying quiet.

He stayed quiet too.

All my mornings are Mondays stuck in an endless February

I took the miracle move on drug, the effects were temporary

And I love you, it's ruining my life

I love you, it's ruining my life

I touched you for only a fortnight

I touched you, but I touched you

He decided to try and move on, try to forget you. Then you were taken, taken during a failed mission to get Peeta back.

When they got you back, you were like a rabid animal. You screamed and screamed for him.

For Finnick.

And for a fortnight there we were forever running

'Til you sometimes ask about the weather

Now you're in my backyard, turned into good neighbours

Your wife waters flowers, I wanna kill her

And for a fortnight there we were together running

'Til you sometimes come and tug my sweater

Now you're at the mailbox turned into good neighbours

My husband is cheating, I wanna kill him

James discarded you, favouring a new girl who’d come in. Finnick nursed you back to health, helping you remember everything. He even told you about James’s cheating. You seemed unsurprised.

“He’s cheating on you,” Finnick admitted. “I’m so sorry.”

You just shrugged, pulling your knees to your chest. “I know.”

“What?” He questioned.

“He’s been cheating his entire time. It’s ok with me, I don’t love James,” you whispered.

“Then why did you marry him?” He asked, genuinely in disbelief.

“You never came home,” You shrugged.

His heart stopped. You still loved him. You still wanted him.

“I’m here now,” he smiled and you smiled back.

“Good,” you pressed your lips to his. “I’m here now too.”

He smiled and kissed you again.

I love you, it's ruining my life

I touched you for only a fortnight

I touched you, I touched you

I love you, it's ruining my life

I touched you for only a fortnight

I touched you, I touched you

Then came getting to the capital. Finnick went with them, he was back-up to make sure everything went well. It had only been a fortnight since you’d gotten together, but it was the happiest two weeks of either of your lives.

Thought of calling ya, but you won't pick up

'Nother fortnight lost in America

Move to Florida, buy the car you want (Car you want)

But it won't start up 'til you touch, touch, touch me

Thought of calling ya, but you won't pick up

'Nother fortnight lost in America

Move to Florida, buy the car you want

But it won't start up 'til I touch, touch, touch you

He never came home. You only had him for a fortnight. Yet, he died happy, his last thoughts of your beautiful face. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

the tortured poets department masterlist

#thg finnick #finnick #finnick imagine #finnick odair #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair imagine #finnick odair x reader #finnick x reader #hunger games finnick #finnick x you #taylor swift #the eras tour #tay tay #swifties #the tortured poets department #tpdds

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the tortured poets department- s.reid

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a/n: yes, i am a swifty- sorry lmao. I was thinking of doing a story for every track :)

summary: based off of the tortured poets department by taylor swift

pairings: spencer reid x reader

warnings: sad ending, talk of fighting, mild depression

the tortured poets department masterlist

You left your typewriter at my apartment

Straight from the tortured poets department

I think some things I never say

Like, "Who uses typewriters anyway?"

But you're in self-sabotage mode

Throwing spikes down on the road

But I've seen this episode and still love the show

Who else decodes you?

Spencer Reid was a constant in your life. First, he was a colleague. Soon, he became a friend, then finally, your boyfriend. He was a difficult person to love, but you’d never say it out loud. He had a constant need for reassurance, you were happy to reassure him. He constantly needed you, you were there. He often messed up and hurt you, but you came back every time. You thought loving you wasn’t easy either.

You were always there for Spencer. Even nights like these, when he trashed your apartment and sobbed himself into a panic attack over an anxiety flare-up. Whenever these things happen, you sit him down and read to him, Chaucer, like his mother used to.

And who's gonna hold you?

Like me

And who's gonna know you?

If not me

I laughed in your face and said, "You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith

This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we'rе modern idiots"

And who's gonna hold you?

Like me

The worst part? Spencer refused to tell the team. He didn't want anyone to know you two were dating, even if you lived together, even if you loved each other.

You were constantly lying to your closest friends and family, pretending to be single. When would it end? When could you tell people? You were tired of being his secret.

Nobody

No-fucking-body

Nobody

“I told Jj,” You admitted over dinner. Spencer looked up. You’d told Jj, mostly by accident, this morning. She said ‘that’s good’ and gave you a strange smile. You brushed it off.

“What?” He questioned, not believing you.

“I said I told Jj,” You repeated, putting your fork down. “I’m not sorry.”

“Why would you do that?” he asked, looking… betrayed.

“Because I’m sick of being your fucking secret! I love you! We live together-”

“You’re not a secret ‘just because’ Y/n! Do you have any idea what you’ve done!” He shouted.

“No! Tell me, what did I do? Embarrass you?! Is it that you’re fucking ashamed to be with me?!” You shouted back, standing up from the table. He stayed silent.

Oh.

You smokеd then ate seven bars of chocolate

We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist

I scratch your head, you fall asleep

Like a tattooed golden retriever

But you awaken with dread

Pounding nails in your head

But I've read this one where you come undone

I chose this cyclone with you

“I chose to be with you Spencer, because I liked you. I’m with you now because I love you. If that’s something to be ashamed of then I don’t think we’re doing what I thought we were,” You let out a deep breath, willing yourself to not cry.

“Y/n, you don’t understand-” he started.

“Go be someone’s boyfriend. Not someone's keeper,” you spat, leaving him alone in your kitchen.

And who's gonna hold you?

Like me (Who's gonna hold you?)

And who's gonna know you? (Who's gonna hold you?)

Like me

I laughed in your face and said, "You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith

This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots"

And who's gonna hold you?

Like me (Who's gonna hold you?)

No, nobody (Who's gonna hold you?)

No-fucking-body (Who's gonna hold you?)

Nobody (Who's gonna hold you?)

In the coming week, you moved out. It was the perfect opportunity, Spencer was visiting his mother and you knew you couldn’t do it anymore. You took anything that was yours, leaving him all the furniture. Bookshelves emptied of your annotated books, blanket basket void of all your colourful blankets, and any and all photos of you were removed too.

You left him a small note, and handed in your badge and gun to Aaron.

Sometimes I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me

But you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave

And I had said that to Jack about you so I felt seen

Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be

Because we're crazy

So tell me who else is gonna love you? Like me

At dinner you take my ring off my middle finger and put it on the one people put wedding rings on

And that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding

You hopped on a flight to your hometown, staying with your parents to attempt to get over the love of your life. Days passed sluggishly, full of tears and genuine anguish. Your hometown friends convinced you to go travelling with them, you finally agreed and joined them on their road trip. You drove through city after city, ending up in Washington after months of not being there. Only this time, you were healed. You felt good.

Who's gonna hold you? Me

Who's gonna know you? Me

And you're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith

This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're two idiots

Who's gonna hold you?

Gonna know you?

Spencer had never been worse. He missed you more than life itself. Aaron had forced him to take leave since he couldn’t get any work done. You’d just left. He’d asked Penelope to figure out where you’d gone but she refused, saying he was just hurting himself more. Bullshit. This wasn’t a hurt that someone could get over. He needed to be back in your arms again. He needed you. He had a routine recently, driving into Washington, giving the odd lecture, then walking to his favourite coffee shop, technically it was your favourite coffee shop, but he had made it his favourite too. He’d rebought all your books and annotated them for himself, he did have an eidetic memory after all. Though, they didn’t exactly feel the same.

He turned the corner and there you were, reading Chaucer and drinking a coffee on the bench outside, soaking up the little-seen sun. His heart stopped.

You left your typewriter at my apartment

Straight from the tortured poets department

You looked up and saw him, then smiled at him. “Bye Spencer.”

You walked away. He stood there.

Who else decodes you?

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Hi love :) I was wondering if you wouldn't mind doing a little something for Derek Morgan? Where reader and Derek have a similar dynamic to Chandler and Monica from friends, maybe something similar to that one scene where Monica gets called high-maintenance and can't stop thinking about it and Chandler comforts her by saying that whilst you may be a little above the average maintence level (or something around those lines, it's been like 2 years since I last watched friends 😅), he's just like, "it's okay, because I like... maintaining you?".

Btw I'm obsessed with your fics I just finished reading all your Aaron fics in one go. Thank you so much my love! <333

omg i love this ideaaaa so much (Truth be told I've never watched friends once so i did in fact have to look this scene up on youtube)

i hope you enjoy!!

a/n: intended for fem or male reader, so imagine what you like:)))))))))

summary: you're not high maintenance, right?

pairing: derek morgan x reader

warnings: general criminal minds topics, mild insecurities

High-maintenance. You weren’t high maintenance, right?

It had been a throw-away comment from earlier in the week, something funny David had said. Though it stuck with you, making you question if you were high-maintenance or not.

Was it high maintenance to ask your boyfriend to drive you to the gym? To ask him to get you a coffee? To ask his opinion on things? To ask him to help you with something?

You were going over it constantly in your head, so much so, that you’d decided to change.

Him getting you coffee turned into you getting him coffee. Him helping you on cases turned into you practically ignoring him unless you were alone, or at home. Him giving his opinion on anything you’d usually ask him to give his opinion on, turned into never asking his opinion. Him driving you to the gym turned into you walking there and back alone. Maybe that one was a mistake…

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You sat in the passenger seat of his car, the rain had ruined your hair, your active clothes sticking to your body, and his voice droning on in a lecture of why it wasn’t safe to walk home at 11pm alone.

“I mean I seriously don’t understand baby, why can’t you just let me pick you up?-” he was worried. The kind of worry that made someone pissed off.

“Why can’t I just let you pick me up, Derek?” You mocked. “I fucking wonder why.”

“You wanna’ tell me something baby?” He cocked his head to the side, glancing at you quickly.

“No,” you mumbled.

“What is wrong with you this week? We’re barely spending any time together, you won’t let me drive you anywhere, you’re acting like I’m not there at work-”

“I’m trying Derek, alright. Give me a fucking break,” you huffed.

“What are you ‘trying’ to do?” He asked, genuine confusion coating his words.

You just sighed and left the car as he parked it outside your shared apartment. You stood in the elevator, his jacket around your shoulders, feeling silly. Why had you let him pick you up? Oh yeah, three guys were following you. Probably the safer choice, though it didn’t make you feel any less childish.

You’re so high maintenance, a voice in your head nagged and you slipped his jacket off and handed it to him.

“Baby, can you just talk to me?” he asked, pulling the emergency stop button and turning to you.

“About what?” You started the elevator again, wanting to ignore whatever issue he thought you two had.

“Baby, if I did something-”

“You did nothing,” you reassured him with a sad chuckle.

“Then what’s wrong?” He asked, taking your hand in his. “Please talk to me.”

You looked down at his hand, a sad smile on your face. “It’s nothing.”

“Tell me anyway,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Do you think I’m high maintenance?” You asked, scared of his answer.

He smiled down at you and sighed. “You’re a little high maintenance.”

“Oh…” you sighed. So Dave was right. Everything he’d said was right. Derek probably finds you so annoying. He probably hates you.

“But I like getting to do the maintenance. I like taking care of you,” he smirked, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’m glad you let me take care of you.”

“What?” You stared at him and he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“I like maintaining you,” he repeated and a smile spread across your face.

Who listens to Rossi anyway?

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my boy only breaks his favourite toys- a.hotchner

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a/n: yes, i am a swifty- sorry lmao. I was thinking of doing a story for every track but we'll see how that ends up lol.

intended for fem!reader

summary: based off of my boy only breaks his favourite toys by taylor swift

pairings: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

warnings: sad ending, talk of fighting, divorce, kissing

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Oh here we go again

The voices in his head

Called the rain to end our days of wild

The sickest army doll

Purchased at the mall

Rivulets descend my plastic smile

Aaron ran the same path as usual, the voices in his brain calling your name out louder than usual. He shook his head and sat on the brown bench beside him. Where he met you, well, where he ran into you, literally. He bulldozed straight into you when he was running on his phone, a mistake he was sure would get him shouted at, but you just laughed as he helped you up, your perfect smile and song-like laughter. He’d smiled for the first time in months. Then you kept meeting.

But you should've seen him when he first got me

“Black haired guy!” You smiled as you sat on the bench, that same bench he was on now. He turned to you and smiled. “Working hard or hardly working?” You joked. You knew it was a bad joke. So did he. Yet, he laughed harder than he had all week. “What’s your name?”

“Aaron,” No ‘Hotchner’, or ‘Hotch’. Aaron.

“Well Aaron, would you care to join me in the last lap of my run?” You offered. “It’s always easier with someone else.”

He smiled. “I’d like that.”

“Good because… try and catch up,” You laughed as you shot off in the opposite direction, Aaron laughed as he easily caught up to you in a few minutes. You were sunshine personified. You were his sunshine personified.

You ran the lap together, then you turned to him. “Here’s my number,” you grabbed a piece of paper from a notebook in your small running bag and scrawled your number over it. “As a running buddy,” you added, not wanting to send the wrong idea.

“It’s always easier with another person,” he quoted and you chuckled. God, he loved that sound. He loved that he’d made you make that sound.

“Exactly,” you giggled, then said your goodbyes.

My boy only breaks his favourite toys, toys, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

I'm queen of sand castles he destroys, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

'Cause it fit too right, puzzle pieces in the dead of night

I should've known it was a matter of time, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

My boy only breaks his favourite toys, oh, oh-oh-oh

Aaron ran on, alone. His usual path seemingly his personal torment. You didn’t run there anymore. You wouldn’t. Your laughter was far away from him, and it was, in low simplicity, entirely his fault.

There was a litany of reasons why

We could've playеd for keeps this time

I know I'm just repeating mysеlf

Put me back on my shelf

But first, pull the string

And I'll tell you that he runs

Because he loves me (He loves me)

When he first asked you out, it was months into being ‘running buddies’. You went out to dinner and he was the perfect gentleman. He took your jacket off for you, pulled your chair out for you, and made you laugh all night long. That first date ended with you kissing him silly in an alley. His hands were finally touching your soft skin, your hands were in his hair. It was perfect.

Seven months in, you met Jack. He loved you, You loved him. He was perfectly your speed, a polite and kind little boy who genuinely treated you like his own mother, and let you treat him as such. You moved in after a year and adopted Jack to be his guardian the day after Aaron proposed to you. The proposal was beautiful, on the running path, as you two were running. You made jokes about being angry when he got down on one knee when you had just gone running, ‘I probably look a mess!’ you practically screeched. He just laughed and kissed you again, a boyish grin on his face.

‘You’re the most beautiful thing in any room.’ he promised and your faux-annoyance melted away.

It was replaced by a smile that should’ve stayed for years.

'Cause you should've seen him when he first saw me

Months and months of bliss, then the cracks began forming. Aaron was gone all the time, when he was home, he wasn’t home. He wasn’t himself. It all came to a head when you asked him if he wanted to step back and heal for a while.

He blew up at you.

“Why would you say that? I’m fine! This is my job, Y/n! You promised me you wouldn’t be like this about it!” He boomed.

“Aaron,” You spoke calmly. “Jack is asleep upstairs, please lower your voice.”

“You sound exactly like Haley.”

“Maybe she was right,” you shot back, tears forming in your eyes. He’d promised in his vows to never make you cry. He broke his vows.

“Baby-” he tried to take you into his arms and he was shocked when you let him, sobbing into his chest.

“I’m just worried about you,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

His heart broke. “I know baby,” he sighed, holding you tighter against him. “I know.”

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered.

“You have nothing to apologise for,” he stressed. “Nothing.”

“Ok,” you whimpered back, sobs still racking your body.

He brought you to your shared bed and laid you down, holding you in his arms as you fell asleep, your arms around his neck.

What was he going to do?

My boy only breaks his favourite toys, toys, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

I'm queen of sand castles he destroys, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

'Cause I knew too much, there was danger in the heat of my touch

He saw forever so he smashed it up, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

My boy (My boy), only breaks his favourite toys, oh, oh-oh-oh

Fights became more frequent, then they turned into you sitting there as Aaron ranted at you. You became hollow. Your sunshine left your eyes, it was only returned when Jack was there, and even then, Aaron could tell when it was superficial. He was ruining you.

So he made a choice.

(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

Once I fix me (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

He's gonna miss me (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

Once I fix me (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

He's gonna miss me

For months, you’d believed there was something wrong with you. You believed you were the problem.

Then he served you the papers and explained. And he apologised for dimming your light.

What?

Just say when, I'd play again

He was my best friend

Down at the sandlot

I felt more when we played pretend

Than with all the Kens

'Cause he took me out of my box (Oh-oh, oh-oh)

Stole my tortured heart (Oh-oh, oh-oh)

Left all these broken parts (Oh-oh)

Told me I'm better off (Oh-oh)

But I'm not (Oh-oh)

I'm not

He took your good parts, and discarded you after.

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He continued running, head spinning, when he saw you. He looked at you, running with a pram, a child that looked suspiciously like him in the seat. His heart dropped when you smiled at him and waved.

“This is Riley,” You smiled. “She’s your daughter. I’ve been trying to get in contact with you but you blocked me on everything so… I’m happy to co-parent if that's what you want.”

His jaw dropped. “I don’t want to co-parent,” he admitted. “I want you again.”

Your smile faltered, then slowly dropped. “I don't know if it’s a good idea Aaron-”

“I left the BAU. Jack and I are in witness protection,” he whispered. “Please can we try again?”

“Aaron, I don’t think so,” you sighed. “But I’m happy for you to be present in Riley’s and my life. As a father for her.”

He nodded, agreeing as his throat burned with tears he wouldn’t let himself shed. You were meant to be his everything.

You were meant to be his sunshine.

I'm not

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fix it together- a.hotchner

a/n: i imagined a fem reader but as per usual, imagine what you like :) thank you guys for all the love on the first part of this!!!!

please don't read if you have emetophobia!!!!

summary: aaron said some horrible things. He's trying to fix it, right?

pairing: husband! aaron hotchner x wife! reader

warnings: mad angst, aaron is so mean, reader believes she is a bad mother, heartbreak, feelings of disappointment, reader is pregnant, talks of pregnancy, talks of vomiting and morning sickness, happy ending :)

part 1- fix it.

Aaron

The last few weeks had been… tense. Going back to work was fine and we still acted like a couple, don’t get me wrong. Yet, everything felt disgustingly different. The gifts hadn’t been working. The dates hadn’t been working. Every second of my days were spent thinking over what I’d said on that horrible night. Did I ask for an annulment? What was I thinking? I love you more than anything, I want you forever. Since the first date I’d known you were my girl, my forever girl. Every night I’ve been trying to make it clear to you that I want you. That I think you’re a good mother. Even the nights you'd stayed at Penelope's.

After Jack's birthday, you'd gone to Penelope's for 3 nights, I only saw you during the day at work, and even then you didn't look at me, let alone speak to me. You came home because you missed Jack.

Since then, you’ve been distant, focusing on work, or Jack more often than not. So I decided something.

I made all the distractions go away. Jack went off to his cousin's house, and I pulled us out of work for a full week, much to Strauss’s annoyance. Only thing is that I hadn’t told you.

Well, this better work.

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“Honey?” I cleared my throat, still groggy from waking up a few minutes prior. You weren’t in bed, you’d recently stopped our regular 5 minutes of hazy cuddling as we both wake up. My third favourite part of the day. My second favourite being when you come to me at 2:07pm everyday at work and give me a kiss, my first favourite being the kiss and hug you give me at the end of the day, just after tucking Jack in. All three had stopped in recent weeks.

“Yeah?” You called from the bathroom, doing your regular morning routine.

“I called us out of work,” I yawned and heard your quickened footsteps, then you appeared in front of me. You looked so beautiful, as always. A random and oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts that left little to the imagination. I started to sweat just thinking about it.

“What? Why?! We have people who need our help, we have cases-” You started rambling as I got up and cupped your face, kissing you.

“Because I need you. I need you to be you again,” I whispered against your lips, hoping this would work. “So we’re going to have a nice few days, yeah? Today we have your appointment and we’ll have another talk. Then we can just relax for the rest of the week.”

“The week?” you stressed and I rolled my eyes, kissing you again. Your lips were so perfect. You’d brushed your teeth, not that I mind your morning breath. Not that I mind anything about you.

“Please,” I was begging and I wasn’t even ashamed. “Please honey,” I wrapped my hands around your waist, trying to persuade you.

“Aaron-”

“Don’t call me Aaron,” You’d stopped calling me the usual ‘baby’ or ‘darling’, or my favourite ‘love’. “Please. I want to be normal again. I don’t want this distance, I adore you more than anything.”

I could tell you felt conflicted. I hurt you. I know I did.

“Aaron,” another stab to my heart. “Fine, we’ll take this week off, and we can… talk.”

“Thank you my love,” I smile, pressing kisses along your exposed collarbone. You chuckled. I’d missed your laughter. I’d missed you.

“Ok baby, come on, I need to shower,” you giggled against me and I could feel my heart mending. Baby. I couldn’t stop the grin on my lips. I let go of you, but not before kissing you again. My perfect wife.

“Can I join?” I smirked, and you scoffed.

“Don’t push your luck Hotchner,” You chuckled. This was it. This is what it used to be. Flirty, loving, and fun. Before I ruined everything.

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You

Forgiving Aaron was the easy part. Worrying if every parenting decision was the right one, was pure agony.

Is it wrong to say that like that? Should I have done this a different way? Was that right?

And your brain’s personal favourite:

What would Haley have done?

You were beating yourself up about it all for the past few weeks. You felt you had ruined Jack’s birthday with your own insecurities, since he’d asked if you were alright the day after.

Telling Jack you were pregnant was a highlight from the past few weeks. He was ecstatic to find out he’d be getting a little sibling. He already wanted to meet them and he understood that there would be times where either of you wouldn’t be able to play with him when his sibling arrived.

Aaron had been grovelling to the highest degree. Flowers once a week, date nights, house chores, taking paperwork from you so you don’t need to do it, getting any and all pregnancy cravings, and helping you deal with all your morning sickness and migraines.

It was maddening. You were going to go insane if you weren’t careful.

Yet, you felt like every second of every day was spent thinking about your parenting choices and just wondering if having another baby was even a good idea. Would your new child even like you? Would this ruin your relationship with Jack? What was going to happen when they grow up? Did Aaron really think your parenting is terrible?

Ok, so maybe you haven’t forgiven him just yet. Or at all.

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You lay back in bed, a book in hand as Aaron pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. You stared at the words on the page, trying to make sense of them when your brain was so clouded. Your levels of anxiety had risen greatly, which you both knew was not good for your baby. Aaron had been trying to lift some of the stress off your shoulders with his constant doting, but you knew that the stress was Aaron. From the moment you woke up to the minute you fell asleep, you felt like you were putting up a show. Being the perfect wife, perfect (probably shitty, you thought anyway) mother, perfect agent. It was exhausting. You wanted to go back to before, back to when you didn’t have to pretend everything was alright.

You pushed him off you and lay on your side, a regular occurrence. Aaron felt dejected. He’d hurt you so badly, and he didn’t know what to do to fix it.

“Baby?” he spoke into the room.

“Yes Aaron?” You answered.

“Do you still love me?” He asked in a small voice. He felt raw and full of emotion. Honestly, he was terrified of the answer.

“Do I still love you?” You scoffed. “I think I should be the one asking that. You were the one mentioning getting an annulment.”

“You know I didn’t mean it like that… I was just-” He tried but you shot out of bed, staring at him with an anger in your eyes he could only describe as animalistic.

“ 'You just' what Aaron? What?!” You squealed, all the emotions that you’d let build up, coming out at once. “I’ve been trying to be a good wife, to be a good mother for the past 4 fucking years Aaron. I have been that for you, I have been that for you and Jack, and I’m so happy to do it because I love the both of you more than anything! And all I ask in return is that you love and respect me! That is what you promised me on your wedding day! You didn’t fucking do that. You threw our marriage under the bus and compared me to your ex wife, the second you got slightly stressed. I’m sure Haley did a much better job than me Aaron, I’m sure she did! But I’m here Aaron. I love you. I love Jack. I have dedicated my life to the two of you, to our family! And now I feel like I’ve made a mistake in doing that, because the second you get overwhelmed, I’m in the first person that gets thrown under the bus?! To get reduced to nothing by you?! That’s not fucking fair Aaron, It’s not fair! And the worst part is that I fucking forgave you weeks ago, but I can’t forgive myself! I feel like such a shit mother every single day! I feel like I’m failing everyday, and that our baby will fucking hate me because it’ll somehow know that I’m the second choice! That it’ll know you’d rather be with someone who’s dead! So don’t come to me asking stupid fucking questions like that when you know the fucking answer Aaron. You don’t need to humiliate me more than you already have.”

You walked out of your shared bathroom, down the stairs into the living room, and sobbed your eyes out.

Aaron sat up in the bed, thankful that Jack wasn’t home today, but devastated by your words, and his actions. Why had he even brought up an annulment?

He couldn’t even begin to dissect the feelings he had when the bile in his throat suddenly came on and he had to run to the bathroom, and spill it into the toilet. Your words hit him like a knife, throwing his own words back in his face in the most disgusting way to do it, directed at you. You were an amazing mother, an amazing wife. And yet, you thought you were worthless. He had made you feel worthless. He felt terrible. He didn’t want Haley. Yes, he’d loved her for a long time, yes their divorce was heartbreaking. But he loved you now, and he didn’t ever want to take that for granted. He’d gotten two people who loved him unconditionally, two people who loved him enough to have a child with him, two people that would put themselves in harm’s way for him.

And he fucked it up. Twice.

He followed you downstairs, standing in the doorway as you sobbed into the couch cushions, then walked over and put a hand on your back. You didn’t push him off, that must be a good sign, right? He moved you to sit on his lap, your head in his shoulder as he calmed you down.

“I’m so sorry Y/n. I was awful to you. I don’t want an annulment, I never want an annulment. I know it sounds bad but I was just so used to Haley hanging a divorce over my head for so long, it just came out. You are who I want, who I would choose, every single time. You are a good mother. You’re going to be a good mother. I’m so sorry I ever made you doubt yourself. That I ever made you doubt me. I never want to hurt you like this again. This is the worst thing I’ve ever done, I’m so sorry,” he whispered against your skin. “I’m so sorry.”

You let out a half chuckle- half sob and pulled away. “Aaron, I need you to swear to me that you will never fucking bring up us breaking up again, unless you actually mean it.”

“I swear.”

“And I need you to promise me that you’ll work on stopping all the reactive bullshit we’ve been doing,” You sighed.

“I promise.”

“Then, I think we’ll be ok,” You smiled softly and kissed his cheek, settling your head back against his neck.

“So we’re ok again?” He asked hopefully.

“Not yet, no,” You stated and his hope vanished.

“Honey-”

“We will be, soon.”

He smiled again. You were his, always. Just as he was yours, always. Anything, you could get through.

Together.

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poached- sydcarmy

a/n: came across this idea by @the-real-bruce-banner and fell in love!!!

please don't read if you have emetophobia!!!!

summary: carmen said some terrible things, can he fix it?

pairing: sydney adamu x carmen berzatto

warnings: mad angst, carmen is so mean, heartbreak, feelings of disappointment, talks of vomiting, no happy ending :(

Carmen slammed the door of the office so hard, he was sure he’d broken it off the hinges.

It had been a gruelling four weeks. Everyone could see it. Carmen had flown off the handle, again.

He felt uncontrollable, his life unmanageable, and his restaurant? Broken.

What was it this time? You may ask. Well, it all started with that damn poacher.

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He looked so fucking smug. His nice suit, his expensive glasses, his gucci shoes- in the kitchen of all places. He was supposed to be looking around the kitchen, looking around for a new Chicago restaurant that was meant to be interesting, more of an experience than a meal. But he was paying too much attention to the staff. To Sydney.

Carmen’s fists balled and the tension in his body rose. Why was she talking to him? She had no reason to. Then again, she had no reason not to. Who was he to stop her? They were meant to be business partners. She could talk to whoever she wanted, he wasn’t her father, nor was he anyone who should dictate her life.

So why was she talking to that guy?

“He’s a poacher,” Ritchie puffed out a large cloud of cigarette smoke. “I’ve seen what those guys do. They just sweep in and take your people, just like that.”

Carmen’s blood boiled.

“People like working here, we’re a family. He’s not getting our people.” Fak reassured the both of them. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’d be worried,” One of the new wait staff, Lindsey chuckled as she stamped out her cigarette. “I heard they were offering Chef Sydney her own restaurant.”

She walked inside as Cramen’s eyes glazed over and his ears started ringing.

Sydney. Sydney leaving him. Sydney, his Sydney, leaving him. She would go off, she’d be amazing- better than him. She’d made the menu she wanted, not the one he did. She’d call the shots, she could do it too. She did it on opening night. She was more than capable. She was the perfect person for the job.

Fuck.

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It was late. 1:07 am to be exact. Carmen thought he was the only person left in the building, too busy reading over bills and bank statements, while simultaneously thinking about how he could even try to run the Bear without Sydney. She pushed him to be better, to do better.

What would he do without getting to see her face in the morning?

A knock sounded at the door and pulled him from his thoughts. He called ‘it’s open’ without thinking. And there she was. Standing in front of him with her jacket on, and his in hand.

“Hey,” she smiled softly, he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah?” He asked, a rude part of him emerging. Sydney was taken aback, why was he speaking to her like this?

“I was just wondering if you wanted to get out of here? I know this place that’s still open now, it’s pretty good-”

“If you want to leave, leave. I don’t need you. Just leave,” Carmen blurted out. Sydney stared at him. The tension in the room grew, Carmen eyes trained on hers, daring her to say something.

“What?”

“I don’t fucking need you. I don’t fucking want you. Leave.”

He was livid but his voice was unusually calm.

“Ok, fine,” she scoffed, throwing him his jacket.

“Don’t come back here. I don’t want to fucking see you again,” he seethed and slammed the door behind her as she nodded, irritation and anger behind her eyes.

How could she betray him like this? How the fuck did he trust her?

He vowed to never trust anyone again that night.

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Four weeks without Sydney. Four weeks of hell.

The restaurant wasn’t the same, everyone blamed Carmen for leaving, everyone hated him. He hated himself. He was brought out to serve a dish, some bullshit influencer he didn’t care about, but he was willing to put on a brave face and smile for their pictures, when a certain poacher caught his eye. He stalked over, irritation and discomfort clouding his better judgement.

What was he doing here when he’d already taken the best chef?

“Good evening sir,” He smiled at Carmen, his ridiculous British accent pulling at a nerve in Carmen’s brain. “Can I help you with something?”

“What are you doing here?” He asked. Point blank, he wanted no bullshit. “You both got what you wanted.”

“I’m here to enjoy my food, might as well try what I missed out on,” He scoffed. “You have some very loyal people, Berzatto. Even Chef Adamu didn’t take my offer of her own restaurant. It’s such a shame.”

Carmen’s world came crashing down. “What’re you talking about?” “Chef Adamu? She turned down the offer, she stayed, am I correct?” He asked. Carmen didn’t answer. He was too busy trying to get to his office bin in time, before he vomited. He’d fucked up. Sydney didn’t leave him, he’d kicked her out. He’d been so mean. He was fucking horrible to her, and she had wanted to stay. Even after getting kicked out, she didn’t take the offer.

Fuck.

Once Carmen stopped spewing his guts into the small office bin under his table, he got up and picked up his damn phone, dialling her number.

Voicemail. Straight to voicemail.

“H-hey Syd. Look, I-I kn-know I fucked up. I was so s-shitty to you, a-and I deserve to be fucking… I-I don’t even know. I was so fucking arrogant, and fucking rude and just f-fucking m-mean to you. I- I didn’t know what to do. I thought that you were l-leaving me and I-I just went into fucking a-autopilot, I was a total ass and I’m trying to say I’m sorry.” He went quiet for a full minute, his brian finally slowing down. “I’m sorry.”

“This user has blocked you.” Read in the chat between the two of them.

His voicemail wouldn’t send.

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And that brings us to now, slamming the door so hard it probably broke.

He’d really fucked up.

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