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augustvandyne · 3 months

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hey, I was wondering if you could write this for Lucy Chen? Where reader is doing everything possible to get her back from being kidnapped. Which leases to the reader exposing their relationship to everyone in the station and doesn’t care about what anyone thinks, and only wants to get their girl back. Thanks for your time.

it’s kinda short but i love miss lucy and love writing for her!! i hope she gets treated better in the new season!

lucy and angela are my current obsession so please ask about them 🙏🏼 i also am loving the andy asks right now too!!

our girl

You were the one that figured it out.

Lucy had had a particularly hard role in the case that had taken place yesterday, and you knew she needed something to take her mind off of it.

When the group of you—Jackson, Lucy, John, Armstrong, and you had went out a day or two prior, Lucy had been approached by an old friend, and the two had hit it off after so many years.

You pushed her to go out with him last night, but she never came home to yours, Jackson’s, and hers shared home.

Lucy and you had been dating for a short while, but in secret.

It’s not that you didn’t want anyone to know or that you didn’t want to fill out paper work, but the two of you enjoyed just being you. You were afraid that if you let anyone in on your little secret, it would ruin the two of you.

But you had gotten over that fear a while ago, and now you really didn’t care if anyone found out. Even though you still hadn’t told them.

“Have you seen Lucy?” You and Jackson were frantic to find Lucy. You were both praying on the inside that she’d just went straight to work instead of coming home first.

That hope was crushed when John replied with, “Uh, no, not yet.”

“She didn’t come home last night,” Jackson gave an anxious look towards you.

“She’s a grown woman. Why? Are you worried?” John led the two of you into the main part of the station before roll call.

“No—“

“Yes,” You said fast, earning stares from both men. “She— she always comes home. She never misses our shows.”

“She was supposed to come home and watch our show,” Jackson agreed.

John had led the two of you towards Harper to ask the same questions, although, she hadn’t seen Lucy either.

Nyla takes the three freaking out officers towards Grey and Tim, who try to think better of things, only for their suggestions to be shot down by the three.

“Everybody listen up,” Grey announces after giving everyone but you a job. “Officer Lucy Chen has not been seen for approximately 13 hours. Given the circumstance, we cannot rule out abduction. So stop whatever you’re doing. I want everyone on this until she’s located.”

Your throat tightens in your chest and you feel like you can’t breathe. It only gets worse when Nyla and John come back over to you and Grey to tell you that her phone hadn’t been pinged since last night, around when they were set to meet.

“We believe Caleb is Rosalind’s protégé,” Grey says to the group.

You clench your jaw, your nerves only getting worse. Your breathing becomes slightly shallow and your hands shaky.

“.. and he took Officer Chen.”

Your gaze goes to the floor as you begin to have a panic attack. Lucy was the only one who knew about your anxiety and the attacks you got. She was also the only one who knew how to help you through them.

“I know how upsetting this is, but we have to remain focused,” Grey says, him and Armstrong sharing a look at your shaking body. “She’s counting on us. Any questions? Officer L/n?”

“No,” You take in a deep breath. “I don’t accept this.”

“Officer L/n..” Grey approaches you and puts his hand on your shoulder to comfort you.

“No!” You cry. “I cannot lose her, do you understand? I will not lose her because some sick psychopath doesn’t want to give up what makes her feel good and because she won’t stop killing from behind bars. She’s my— she’s the love of my life and I can’t lose her. I love her, and I haven’t even gotten to tell her that yet,” You scoff. “So we have to find her. Do you understand me?”

A few people whispered behind you, and a look of surprise flashes through Grey’s eyes, before they turn back to sympathetic.

“We will find her,” Grey promises. “We will get our girl back.”

You collapse into Grey’s arms, wanting nothing more than to just be embraced even if it isn’t by Lucy.

“Come on, Y/n,” John pulls you from the Sergeants arms. “It’s going to be fine. We’ll find her. Even if I have to kill Rosalind myself.”

“I call dibs,” You say.

Rosalind’s clues lead you out to a house in the middle of nowhere.

Caleb had found Armstrong along the way, and while Nyla and John took care of him and Caleb, the rest of the team had the job of searching the thousands of miles of dirt for a single clue as to where your girl was.

You searched for what felt like ever in the scorching hot heat.

A light catches your eye and you realize it’s the ring you’d given Lucy a few weeks ago. She must’ve thrown the ring on the ground before she was forced into the barrel.

You gasped as you slid onto the ground, immediately picking the ring up.

You stumble with putting the ring into your pocket, grateful she’s below you, but also terrified of what you’ll find when you dig the barrel up.

“Over here!” Your voice breaks as you begin to dig the dirt up. “Over here! Hurry!”

You hear hurried footsteps as Angela, Jackson, Tim, and the whole crew come running towards you to help dig the barrel up.

A few officer have shovels which makes the eternity go by faster.

When you hit the top of the barrel, you pull on the lid with all your strength and try to pull her out of the barrel on your own, but you fail.

“Help me, come on! Help me get her out.”

You lay her on the dirt, her feet still slightly dangling into the barrel.

She isn’t breathing, and you perform CPR to revive her. The second she starts breathing again you have her in your arms, rocking her back and forth.

“Baby,” You cry into her hair.

“Y/n/n,” Lucy looks at you and begins crying, her head finding your chest so no one could see her face.

“Oh, Lucy,” You hold her right, never letting go. “I love you.”

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thedaveandkimmershow · 11 months

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Part 1

Next Wednesday's our last day living on Cap Hill. I looked it up yesterday and it turns out we've been here since the end of April 2019. Given the timing, this is basically where we chose to ride out the pandemic.

Well, not chose. It's just how the timing worked out.

Now, we never ever said to ourselves "you know, some day we should live on Cap Hill". Nope. We never said that.

So how... did we end up living here?

Well, the first thing to know's that we never meant to live here. Definitely we never meant to stay here. It's just that we guaranteed the lease, paid the deposit on Linzy's apartment and, when she moved out early in favor of a better location and price relative to her school, we didn't want to lose our deposit so we decided to move in for the few months left on the lease. No sweat.

What happened, though, is that old saying: Location, Location, Location. As in the apartment's perfectly located, it's central to our professional work. Well... it's central to my work. For nine months it was also central to Kimmer's work. Definitely it was closer. Like fifteen minutes close as opposed to an hour or more.

Seriously. Or more.

So when the lease was up, we took over the apartment and were now proper residents of Cap Hill.

By the time the lockdowns happened early the following year, 2020, Kimmer was working from the apartment doing the telemedicine thing and has been doing that ever since. Gone were her commutes into the office. Me, yeah, I worked from home, producers, properly masked, doing drive-bys in front of our building for a quick hard drive hand-off. Eventually, I was working back at the usual places which are, again, quick commutes involving lovely morning and evening walks. Walks that sometimes produced creative insight, unblocked some creative challenge with which I grappled at the time. If it was summer and I was engaged with some purely creative step of a project that didn't require hardware of any kind, I'd go down to the lake, stake out a space on a bench then read a script and make notes. Or read a script and think about music. Or just sit there along the shore on a sunny day thinking about melody and arrangements and mentally iterating those melodies and arrangements.

Location. Location. Location.

By the way, a lot of the walks Kimmer 'n I indulged started by the lake, near that wooden boat place. Of course across from the wooden boat place is Tapster... which makes a lovely reward for a mile, two mile walk on a summer's evening.

Tapster, by the way, is a self-service tasting room with wine and beer on tap. Grab a glass, pour however much you want, mix whatever you want if that's your deal. You're charged by the ounce.

For a month or two (or a few), there was a magnificent food truck serving authentic Mexican food out front of Tapster. Seriously, that food was great. We were definitely sorry when they moved to another location, but it's a firm memory tied to that location, just down the hill from us.

Speaking of just down the hill from us, for a couple years there we had a storage unit a block east of Tapster that I did walk down to and up from once during a snow storm because that's where Kimmer'd left her boots.

Go figure.

Just up the street from us, barely a block away, there was the lemon crepe place, properly known as Cafe Barjot, the sister cafe to Joe Bar that's further up the street. Joe Bar, by the way, is where we retreated during part of Linzy's audition for Cornish College of the Arts at Kerry Hall in 2016 that's basically across the street from Joe Bar.

Those lemon crepes, though. Also a firm memory tied to the hill. It wasn't just the crepes, though. Okay it was mostly the crepes. But there was also being in the place, physically being there. Everyone with masks on and chatting. Maybe with each other, mostly with staff.

That was a big deal during the pandemic. An almost normal experience with other human beings.

Up the hill a block, a few blocks over, before the pandemic, is the flagship Top Pot Donuts, the one that gave rise to all the others. Before the pandemic, we used to stop in there for a donut or two... and you better believe that memory's firmly tied to the hill.

There are more memories, of course, that I've managed to document in the years we lived here.

Hmmmmm.

That's actually a twist in our story that I'll continue tomorrow. It's that time we actually moved, moved everything from our apartment...

Yet didn't really go anywhere.

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karajaynetoday · 3 years

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i'll be honest, it's better off this way | luke hemmings

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hello pals! long time no writing! i know it seems a bit weird to post a luke break up fic just after he got engaged but to be fair, I already had this in the works before the news broke yesterday, so soz not soz. It is kind of a happy break up story though... kind of? this one features lyrics from our song by niall and anne marie that are in italics throughout the piece (you know i love a song lyric incorporation lol) and i’m a bit rusty, so any feedback is welcome! a big shoutout to my dearest @notinthesameguey for beta-reading this one for me, you’re a gem blanca! enjoy xo

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: mentions of a break up and a car accident/hospitalisation (minor/non-graphic)

(This is a fem reader insert)

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I'll be honest, I'm alright with me

Sunday mornings, in my own bedsheets

The break up with Luke had been easier than you’d first thought. It’d been months of growing apart, feeling like a stranger in your own home, before you finally worked up the nerve to utter those four words: We need to talk. He’d been spending most days and some nights in the studio, and you’d been working overtime at your job too; you were ships in the night who barely had time to say hello and goodbye, let alone have any sort of proper conversation. You’d spent an entire evening rehearsing a script in your head, and as soon as Luke walked through the door and greeted Petunia, you mustered the courage to stand up and speak your truth.

It turned out that you weren’t alone in feeling stagnant in your relationship, and although you could feel your heart breaking as you said the words, Luke’s hand on your knee was all the gentle reassurance you needed. Just like always, even when your relationship was falling apart, Luke was there for you. And that’s what he promised, that night in the living room. It didn’t make sense for you two to become strangers overnight after 3 years together, but you also both knew that you needed space to grow and heal, and that space needed to happen sooner rather than later.

You could tell that part of Luke wanted to fight it, wanted to raise his voice, wanted to convince you to stay. But part of Luke also knew that it was time to walk away, no matter how much his heart was feeling like it was being ripped out of his chest, because he did truly love you, and if he loved you, he’d let you go.

Even though Luke insisted you could stay in the spare room for as long as you liked, it only took a week or so to find a new place. An apartment in KayKay’s building opened up for rent, and thanks to her help, you secured the lease and started moving in as soon as you could. Ashton accompanied you to Ikea and then helped with assembling a new bed and dining table for you, while KayKay helped unpack some of your boxes. You could tell that they were trying to be sensitive, but at the same time were desperate to know what went down in the break up, and after a few slices of pizza and half a bottle of wine, you felt the emotions rushing to the surface.

“It feels dumb to get upset, after all, I was the one who suggested we should break up.” You sniffled, smiling sadly as Ashton handed you a tissue.

“Just because it was something that needed to happen, doesn’t mean you can’t be sad about it. You two shared a lot in the time you were together, it’s only natural that it’s going to take you a while to untangle yourselves from one another and to get your head and heart back on the path that’s right for you.” KayKay spoke softly, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

You knew she was right, and the healing would come; it was all part of the rollercoaster of walking away from someone you thought was the love of your life, but had turned out not to be. Time to adjust and find some independence, and re-shape the life you found yourself in until it was the life you wanted.

But every time I think that I can get you out my head, you never, ever let me forget

Once you’d completely moved out Luke’s house, your reasons to contact him became few and far between. A few occasional texts to advise that he’d let his family know about your split, and a link to a new cafe nearby that he thought was your kind of vibe (and it absolutely was). Everyone in your friendship group was trying their best to help you both cope, but it was hard to avoid the awkwardness that came with a break up of close friends.

You felt like you were walking on eggshells for a while, so you started to say no to invitations out. You threw yourself into a new work project, and barely replied to any group chats. Whenever your friends called, you had the perfect script rehearsed, about how you were going to be up for promotion, and after the next month or so, you’d have plenty more time for catching up with everyone. You were fairly certain that no-one believed your story, but you were sticking to it nonetheless. You’d seen photos online of Luke out and about with various beautiful women amongst the partying crew, and even though you knew better than to torture yourself with doom-scrolling through the internet, you couldn’t help yourself. You had to keep reminding yourself that it was YOU that wanted the breakup, and that it was for the best. Or something like that.

It was coming to the end of your big project, and the entire office decided to head out for celebratory drinks. You only stayed for a couple, because after a month of overtime you were ready for bed. Your boss took you aside to assure you that the promotion was yours and the new contract would be on your desk on Monday, and as you reassured him you were excited to take on the role, a song playing over the bar’s speakers made you stop in your tracks. You’d spent many a Sunday morning dancing around the kitchen making pancakes with Luke and singing these words; something you’d completely forgotten until this moment. As you stepped outside to await your Uber, the first person you wanted to call with the news was Luke. Your fingers hovered over his name for a good few minutes before your Uber driver honked and broke you out of her trance, and you settled for texting the group chat instead to share your exciting update. Lots of confetti and heart eyes emojis started popping up alongside congratulatory messages, and you let out a giggle when you saw that Luke had sent a photo of Petunia with “congrats!” scrawled across it in purple font. It was the last thing you remembered, before the squealing of tyres and your vision going black.

Just when I think you're gone, Hear our song on the radio

Just like that, takes me back, To the places we used to go

The rhythmic beeping of the hospital monitors was the first thing you noticed as you stirred awake. The second was a dull pain across your skull, and the third was that your arm was in a sling. Fourth was the large, warm hand that was holding your own and gently squeezing; without opening your eyes, you knew it was Luke’s. You felt too weak to say any words, so instead you tried your best to squeeze back as you slowly opened your eyes. You heard a sharp intake of breath, before Luke’s smiling face came into view.

“Hey there, sweetheart. How are you feeling?” Luke asked, reaching up to gently brush some hair out of your eyes.

“Like I was in a car accident.” You managed to croak out, shooting him a wry smile and earning a laugh in return.

“You are correct, you can pass go, and collect $200. A pretty gnarly accident, the car’s a write-off, but thankfully everyone’s injuries are relatively minor. Some dickhead ran a red light.” You could tell Luke was trying to remain calm, but under the surface he was pissed.

“Not ideal, but at least I get a few days off work.” You joked, grimacing as you tried to sit up. Luke stood and gently maneuvered your pillows to support your back and shoulders better, and you felt a zap of electricity as his hands brushed your arms in passing.

As Luke sat back in the chair next to the bed, you suddenly realised that it was just the two of you in the hospital room.

“No offence, Hemmo, but what are you doing here? Considering we’re no longer significant others, and all…” You said awkwardly, looking down at your arm sling with sudden great interest.

“Very observant, dear. Glad to see the concussion hasn’t affected your short term memory, I was worried you’d forget me entirely. You did, however, forget to update your emergency contact details, so I guess I was first on the list for the hospital to call. Ash, KayKay and I have been taking shifts but they’re out getting food right now - “ The rest of Luke’s explanation was cut off by a gasp and a cheer at the door, signalling Ashton and KayKay’s return and subsequent delight at you being awake.

The days that followed were uncomfortable physically, but kind of heartwarming emotionally. You got home to your apartment thanks to KayKay’s assistance, and found that your friends had stocked your fridge and freezer full of ready-made meals and your favourite snacks. They’d also made a roster so not a day went by without someone popping in to check on you, although you noticed that Luke never came by.

Your recovery was slow but steady, and soon enough the doctors gave you the all clear. At this point, it was nearly 6 months since you’d broken up with Luke, and you could feel your mindset shifting. He was no longer the first person you wanted to call with good or bad news, or the first memories that popped into your head when you needed cheering up. It almost felt like… relief? Because for the longest time, even though you knew the break up was for the best, detaching yourself from one another seemed almost in possible after so many years of so many memories.

I've been waking up alone, I haven't thought of him for days

I'll be honest, It's better off this way

The tipping point came at Calum’s birthday party, a month or so later. Ashton had invited you out for coffee and nonchalantly mentioned that maybe, possibly, well actually extremely likely almost definitely Luke was bringing a date to the gathering at Cal’s house; a girl he’d been seeing for a month or so. Everyone wanted you to be comfortable, and everyone, Cal especially, wanted you to be there, but they also understood if you wanted to avoid any potential awkward encounters with Luke and his new love interest. You assured Ashton that it would be fine, that you honestly weren’t bothered, and laughed off his suggestion of setting you up with a super hot blind date to help level the playing field.

The night came along, and you found yourself stumbling along Calum’s front path in the dark as you tried not to drop the gift you’d bought for him (a new cookbook and a collection of various hot sauces). “Bloody 5sos and the “no good party starts until 11pm rule”, you muttered to yourself as you almost tripped over again, and you heard an indignant shout that sounded very Ashton-like behind you.

“Oi! Don’t be mad at us, you know that rule has never let us down!” Ashton bellowed, as he came forward with his phone flashlight switched on, KayKay not too far behind him.

“Damn girl, you like fiiiiiine!” KayKay said, letting out a low whistle. You rolled your eyes, knowing she was exaggerating. Your outfit was essentially a denim skirt and a t-shirt - maybe you’d sexed it up a little bit with some thigh high boots, tousled hair and a red lip, but all’s fair in love and war, right?

The three of you made it inside, and a very tipsy Calum greeted you with open arms and a lot of excitement at your gift of hot sauce. It felt so nice to be back with all your friends at a house party, like the old days, and you found yourself stepping out onto the back patio for a moment of quiet reflection and to share some pats with Duke.

You’d exchanged a wave with Luke when you’d entered the house, but hadn’t quite worked up the confidence to go up and speak to him, especially when he had his new girl in close proximity. She looked really friendly, though, and you could tell from the spark in both of their eyes that their relationship was blossoming in the best possible way. Part of you thought you’d be upset about it, but all you truly felt was content. Content in your life as it was, surrounded by friends that loved you just as much as you loved them, and actually quite proud of how far you’d come over the past year. You’d learned to stand on your own two feet, and you’d grown into a much more settled, independent human as a result.

You were lost in your train of thought when you heard the song change on the speakers inside. Duke’s ears perked up and he licked your hand attentively when you stopped patting him as the song registered - it was your song. Or at least, it used to be. You felt a smile creep onto your face when you remembered the Sunday mornings of pancakes and singalongs, and the smile grew wider when you saw Luke’s girlfriend dragging him onto the dancefloor, much to his (fake) protests. You made eye contact with your kind-hearted, softly-smiling, gentle-eyed ex-boyfriend, and for a split second you saw a flash of concern cross his face. In response, you raised your glass in a cheers and shot him a wink, which earned a smile and a small laugh from Luke before he turned his attention back to the beautiful girl in his arms. You took a sip, and smiled to yourself. It truly was better off this way.

When I hear it, I just can't stop smiling, I remember you're gone

Baby, it's just a song on the radio, That we used to know

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hunterclaringtonjoy · 3 years

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Hunter’s Choice

Who: Hunter Clarington & Frannie Fabray When: August 12, 2021 Where: Frannie’s Apartment What: Hunter considers what’s next for him now he’s graduated and has a proposition for Frannie.

Hunter’s Choice

Hunter had been lucky to be able to keep his apartment after graduation but the contract was coming to an end in just over a week and then he’d be forced to go home. Despite his father’s wishes, Hunter hadn’t signed up to join the army yet so it appeared as though going back to Canada would be his only option.

The wishes of Clarington Senior were more accurately demands in the form of daily phone calls or emails from Mr C’s “friends” in the US armed forces less than gently trying to persuade Hunter to join whatever training program they could pluck out of thin air for the son of a respected officer. Of course, none of this communication came directly from Mr C though as that would require him to give up his time to be part of his children’s lives, he could simply direct their paths from afar and continue to be hands on as little as possible.

Between spending time with Frannie, Ollie and Benji whenever the latter wasn’t with his new boyfriend, and working with the Eagle Scouts program mentoring the young men aiming to achieve the highest award of the Boy Scouts, the summer had flown by in a blur of joy and excitement with his family which was barely keeping his fears for the coming fall at bay.

Every time those fears threatened to overwhelm Hunter he’d go to the gym and swim lap after lap never stopping long enough to brake his concentration from his sights set on the spot on the wall at the other end of the pool and he’d only leave the water when he was in pain from either burning lungs or burning muscles from the effort he’d exerted.

The 20th was fast approaching and Hunter needed to have a plan in place for the next step in his life, he couldn’t put this off any longer. He’d actually slept in his own bed in his own apartment the night before so thankfully he wasn’t disturbing Frannie and Ollie with his pacing, which he’d been doing for at least two hours now as he twisted the box in his hand between his fingers deftly as one might do with a pen. This was Hunters’ chance to change his trajectory and make his life his own and not live in his father’s shadow.

Taking a deep breath Hunter walked up to Frannie’s apartment and by-passed knocking on the door and simply walking in. thinking on it hunter couldn’t even remember the last time he had knocked and waited for Frannie’s response. That apartment was more like grand central station these days what with Hunter coming and going as he pleased to spend time with Ollie, Sam and Nikko popping up whenever they wanted, and then Benji and Mason appearing out of thin air at all hours of the day or night. Hunter of a year ago would have laughed if someone had said this was going to be his life, and yet he wouldn’t change it for the world.

“Hey babe,” Hunter called closing the door behind himself, feeling relaxed as soon as he was on the other side. “I wanted to talk to you about something.” He tugged nervously at his button up, smoothing down the bottom hem over top of his dark wash jeans, hoping Ollie wasn’t currently a sticky mess and ruin the white shirt. Hunt scolded himself momentarily for bothering to wear white in the vicinity of their son but he wanted to look good today.

“You know it’s been embarrassingly obvious that I’ve had no idea what to do after graduation after you managed to talk me out of being my father’s carbon copy and I need to thank you for that somehow because I found something perfect for me, at least the next year. The swim team is looking for a coach for the next academic year. Ours is taking off and moving to New Zealand to coach an Olympic hopeful and I couldn’t pass up what seemed like a perfect opportunity. Yesterday I found out I got the job. So I’m staying here. I’ll be able to rent a home over at the on campus staff housing association so if you want, you and Ollie could live there with me?”

Hunter had never spoken a sentence so quickly in all his life. He wasn’t the type of person to anxiously jabber on about nothing, he was brought up to be clear and concise but it was a big ask to propose such a thing to Frannie, to someone he felt so many things he’d never felt before. Frannie’s answer would be truly life changing for them all and he was about five seconds from starting to recall every single one of the Jewish Hebrew prayers Ben had taught him for luck.

Frannie's Response

Frannie had been pulling all her classic moves to avoid talking about what was actually bothering her. Well, what had be bothering her for ages... but only now was back to the front of her mind since talking to Benji. It was ironic, really, that one of the people she was most concerned about in this whole situation was Benji, and now he was encouraging her to talk to Hunter about whatever was "weird."

And despite what Sam kept thinking, the weirdness was not from some kind of unrequited love between herself and Hunter... but Sam had gotten into her head about what living with Hunter could mean. For a while, the thought had been circling her brain to tell Hunter that he should just move in with herself and Ollie when the lease was up now that he was no longer a student. She'd just figured that would be easier for everyone, right? And she had a spare room. Nothing had to really change, right?

But with Benji living with her as of recent until the leases opened up for him to get his own place, the idea fell to the back of her brain. It would be weird to have him here and Hunter trying to move in too, or at least that's what she told herself.

The door opened and she didn't even look over, just started talking. "I got more juice boxes. Also, string cheese, animal crackers, and some more p.b. and j for sandwiches, s-" She stopped speaking when she realized it was Hunter and turned her head quickly. "Oh shit, sorry. I thought you were Benji. Hey," she smiled before turning her attention back to the laundry she was folding, honestly unsure of what articles of clothing belonged to who. "What's up?"

She nodded as she listened to him speak, glancing over every few seconds so he would know she was paying attention. She shook her head a little, her cheeks feeling a bit warmer, when he credited her with changing his mind- which seemed very unbelievable to her. But she stopped folding and turned to look at him with wide eyes when she heard his job opportunity. "Hunt! That's amazing, what the hell! You're going to be am- wait, what did you say?" She blinked, dropping the still unfolded shirt back into the basket and running her hand over her hair. "You want us to live with you? I-" She stammered a bit, letting out a small laugh. "That's- I mean, you... I was going to ask you that…"

Hunter’s Proposition

“Good to know my brother is still actually showing up here, I swear he’s at the Smythe’s more than anyone else.” Hunter laughed, “Not that I blame him after Chris…” He huffed, grabbing down the bottle of bourbon he had hidden at the back of the highest cupboard in Frannie’s kitchen and pouring a couple of ounces into a glass to calm his nerves. Hunter still felt ill-will towards Chris after he found out Ben had needed to break up with his childhood crush, making Hunter more on edge than ever about Ben entering a new relationship because clearly people felt like they could treat the youngest Clarington like garbage and Hunter wasn’t going to stand by and let that happen again.

Watching Frannie stumble a little as he continued to talk always amused Hunter. He was the type of person that had no qualms continuing to talk without letting people respond, so seeing Frannie go from joy about his job announcement to what appeared to be nerves or surprise in reaction to his invite made him chuckle but only because he found it adorable and endearing.

However, the most interesting part of Frannie’s response was she took had been getting ready to ask him the same question. “Ask me to live here? As convenient as that sounds I’m ready to stop sharing a bedroom with my son, and little brother when he feels like spending the night with his ‘Mom’.” He grinned, in the back of his mind thinking about how this could be an opportunity to get into her bed… But the little voice of restraint in his mind, which oddly enough had the voice of the Smythe’s sister, told him to take it slow.

“We can get a three bedroom over in the staff complex, they have some renovated town houses that would be perfect for the three of us so if you have exams or cases to study for I can keep Ollie occupied in a different part of the house.” Hunter explained, wandering over and picking up the discarded shirt and smiling, it was one of his that he’d often pull on first thing after waking up to bathe or change Ollie before he showered and got ready for the day himself.

“So what do you say? Think you can live that far from Jolly Green and little Prescott?” Hunter give his best sensual persuasive smile, practically batting his eyelashes.

#franniexfabs #about: frannie #para #Hunter’s Choice

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The vines that bind us - Chapter 8

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“I trust you to act responsibly. And as a Guardian, you probably should start learning magic anyway.”

“Let’s get started then. Please tell me I can curse Lie-la!”

“Mari!”

“Just kidding, alright?” She smiled innocently and Tikki shook her head.

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Somewhere into the evening, Chloe called her to inform her that she was on her way back and she shouldn’t worry. When the blonde entered the room… it was a mess, using the word loosely. The walls were in all colors of the rainbow sans their original one. The room seemed to be double its size and Chloe was pretty sure her bed just got a fourth dimension added to it. There was also that the plants seemed to have taken over one corner and created their own kingdom. She could even see them raising a flag with Marigold Design and creations logo on it.

“Figures! I leave you for one afternoon…!” Chloe said with disdain while trying to step over what looked almost like a black hole.

“Chlo? Is that you?” Mari’s voice came from two and a half directions at the same time. The blonde had no idea how was it even possible.

“Isley! Get your pretty ass here so I can properly scold you!”

“Um… Kinda tied at the moment,” came an answer.

“I don’t want to hear it. I had a long day of scheming and I need my beauty sleep.” Chloe complained. “Get me my bed fixed at least.”

“Oh fine! Tikki! Spots on!” There was a pink light from two separate directions and suddenly Ladybug jumped out of the small hole in the ground. “Miraculous Ladybug!”

After the wave of shining bugs settled and the room was back to normal Mari detransformed and smiled apologetically at Chloe. “Sorry. Got carried away with the new book.”

“Picasso’s guide to architecture and interior design?” Chloe deadpanned.

“Nope,” The bluenette smiled and pulled a rather hefty tome from her bed to show it to her friend. “Someone dropped it inside our room when we were out. Tikki deemed it safe and taught me the basics.”

“I think you will need remedial lessons, given how our room looked. What exactly was the purpose of making my bed four-dimensional?”

“I might have tried to expand the room a bit, but I miscalculated a tiny bit. There is a surprising amount of math in magic.”

“Whatever. I would tell you how my date went, but I’m utterly exhausted now.” Chloe teased her friend. She expected the girl to beg her for the details. Instead, Mari pointed her arm at the bed.

“Pea and feather go along. Make this bed out of stone.” Her iridescent green and blue eyes flashed for a moment… and nothing happened. Chloe smiled triumphantly and tried to jump onto her bed, only to hit the cover hard. While on the outside, the bed looked like nothing changed, in reality, it was hard as the floor. Funnily enough, she could easily slip under the cover, but it still felt like lying on the floor with sheets of paper sewn together as a blanket.

“You’re mean!” She cried. “I’m now commandeering your bed.” Before Mari even understood what Chloe meant, the girl jumped under her covers and snuggled on one side. There was still enough space for Mari to join if she was brave enough.

“Ugh! That’s my bed!”

“Exactly. You can take mine if you like it enough to modify it.”

“Tikki!” Mari cried, hoping that at least the Kwami would support her.

“Nope. You’re the one that made the bed so now you must sleep in it.”

“Um…” Mari tried to look in the book for a counterspell, but in the end, she just pointed her hand on the bed. “Princes found her prince at last. Take the curse and…” she tried to quickly find some rhyme. “break the glass? Ups…”

The window suddenly exploded, but the bed glowed, and after checking it was okay she picked Chloe to move her over. Except it totally didn’t work and the blonde instead pulled her into the comfortable bed. The tired Mari was too exhausted, both emotionally and physically, to care. She just cuddled closer to her adopted sister for some comfort. And heat since there was now a hole instead of the window and it was February.

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The next morning Mari and Chloe woke up in a similar mess to the day before. And once again they were clothed.

“Ugh… I should probably calm down on magic.” Mari stretched herself a bit to get ready. She quickly changed into the fresh version of her yesterday’s outfit and helped Chloe gather herself a new ‘something’ for the day’s work. Apparently, for the next step of her scheme, she needed to look like a perfect Parisian princess. Something about Media attention. Mari was too busy with her tablet to care.

She received a mail at 6 am that there was a slight change in the time of the press conference so she needed to forward it to the conference center before she even got to work. While eating breakfast she checked over the summary reaction about the public statement and emotions that accompanied the fallout. Predictably, the pictures served as a nice distraction, but also rallied the citizens behind the company. They treated it as someone making fun of the suffering company and flamed the Lila girl, even though the company said that she was also a victim. Well, there was a footnote about it.

“You know you don’t need to put so much work into it?” Chloe asked while eating her croissant.

“I do. But if I can’t manage it now, how am I supposed to one day make MDC as big of a brand as Gabriel?”

“By not working yourself into a coffin?”

“Well… Wait a moment.” Mari was interrupted when her phone ringed. She quickly picked the call and her smile was replaced with a frown. “I understand. I will be there soon. Please keep an eye on him and tell the security not to let any more paparazzi.” she hanged up.

“Trouble?” Chloe asked with a grin.

“I’m afraid to ask…”

“Damian is doing an errand for me. He is such a good sidekick.” The blonde smiled. Mari did not answer but urged her best friend to move on faster.

Since they stayed in their room for breakfast, neither girl wanting to deal with their moronic class longer than needed, they got down just in time… to see the bus leaving them in front of the hotel.

“Are you kidding me?” Chloe raised her hand. “We are in Gotham. Does that… that… Has she got any idea how dangerous is it?!”

“Said the girl that taunted the Riddler.” Mari deadpanned.

“He wouldn’t hurt me.” The blonde answered confidently.

“Anyway… we could call a taxi.” Chloe sneered at the idea, so Mari offered something else. “I could also test that portal spell…”

“Taxi!” The girl shouted. Mari just shook her head and pulled the mobile phone. After less than five minutes Chas Chandler rolled next to them in his cab.

“I was in the neighborhood.” He smiled.

“Nice seeing you sir.” Mari greeted him before pushing Chloe in the back seat and joining her.

“To the Wayne tower, please. I would appreciate it if you could get us there fast. I need to get my boss to do his work.” She hoped they would arrive before the class to see their faces.

Sadly, the cab got stuck in the traffic and it took them over an hour to arrive. When Mari entered the lobby, she was angry enough to turn into a ‘stern assistant’ mode. Not a nice place to be if you are on her way. She stormed past the security while flashing her badge. They didn’t dare to try to stop her.

“Get McKinsley to HR. And by the time I arrive I want Lila Rossi and Alya Cessaire to be sitting there!” The second one was directed to the receptionist, who nodded. So far everyone loved Mari, even in her bad mood. It didn’t stop them from being terrified.

Both she and Chloe got into the elevator. When the doors closed, the blonde grinned.

“I love it when you finally show your Gothamite side.”

She got no response from the angry Mari, but through the ride, her smirk did not disappear through the ride. Once they separated, the bluenette continued alone. Angry did not give her emotions justice. She was furious.

Once she finally got on the floor, she stormed through the corridors right to the head of the department’s office. Luckily for everyone, Lila and Alya were already there.

“Who do you think…” Alya started only to be silenced by a death stare from Mari. For the first time in her life, she realized that the bluenette was someone not to be trifled with.

“Apparently, since this morning I’m your superior.” Mari deadpanned. “Funny thing. I would probably only learn about this from your bragging later on if you didn’t decide, in all your stupidity, to write yourself reference in my name.” It was clear that she did not find it funny.

“Puh-lease. You bullied Lila since she came. I thought that it was only fair that you’ve repaid her somehow.” Alya babbled, already forgetting her earlier fear.

“So you take full responsibility for forging both your resume?” Mari asked with a raised eyebrow, wanting to have it said out loud for the record. Especially since Madame McKinsley was standing in the entrance.

“Of course. It was totally unfair that such a bully got all the privileges while hard-working Lila had nothing.”

The Head of the Human Resources department sent Mari a tired look that seemed to mean ‘is she for real?’ She was a woman in her thirties with neatly cut black hair and skin in the color of dark chocolate by the name Mrs. Alicia Lynch

“Oh… In that case, you’re disciplinarily fired.”

“What?!” Alya screamed.

“And I will make sure this incident finds itself into your acts,” Alicia said with a frown.

“You can’t…!” Alya was once more cut off, this time by madame McKinsley.

“They can. And you’re lucky that we are not pressing charges for attempted sabotage.”

“The security will show you out. The teacher and your guardians will be informed. Since the hotel is paid by Wayne Enterprise for the members of the interns’ program, you will need to find alternative accommodations or simply return to Paris. I’ll leave this to the teacher and parents to resolve.”

“But… But…” Alya wanted to argue. All blood left her face and she seemed close to passing out. A man in a suit, carrying the security badge helped her out of the chair and led her outside.

“Now about you.” Mari turned her gaze toward Lila, who so far was busy checking on her nails.

“Oh! This is ridiculous! I had nothing to do with it. I’m a victim too!”

Marigold turned to McKinsley, who looked dejected.

“We can’t fire her. She was hired for the six months period.”

“Mutual agreement?” Mari asked. She’s been researching ways to dissolve her contract faster. Sadly, she already knew the answer.

“Two months waiting period. Standard to ensure she doesn’t use any of her knowledge against us.” For Mari, it was a year when she couldn’t work for any other company. Luckily, running her own business was still on the table, as long as she stuck to restrictions.

A different idea formed in Blunette’s head. She smirked slightly. “Well, Miss Rossi, looks like you’re in luck. Welcome to Wayne Enterprises. I hope you didn’t have any great ideas.”

Lila gulped. “Was that a threat?”

“No. If I threatened you, you would know. You and your little attack dog forgot that this is not Paris. This is Gotham. Here, we play by my rules.” With that she spun around and left, typing on her tablet. Just before the doors closed, she tossed another sentence that drove the nail deeper. “And this time, there is no minion to do it for you.”

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Marigold didn’t calm down before reaching the top floor. Her emotions subsided a bit, but she was still on edge.

“Ugh! How dare those stupid witches to try to use my name to sign their references! And that idiot who somehow believed them. He will definitely not get any bonus this month. Or next. At least they had enough common sense to call me. Except after the fact!” She was pacing in front of her desk.

Tikki peaked from the inner pocket of her jacket. “At least you could do something about it!” She cheered.

“True. I got rid of one trouble. Without her, I will have a chance for some peace…” She barely finished the sentence when there was a crash in the room next door. Immediately, she rushed inside to check. Turns out her boss for some reason decided to move the desk. He ended up knocking the computer over.

“Ehm.” She faux-coughed to get his attention.

“Oh! Um… I was just…” Tim tried to find some excuse.

“Trying to open the secret stash of coffee?”

“How do you…” he started to ask flabbergasted, but she interrupted him once more.

“I studied the schematics. And Sarah left me a note about it.” A smirk ghosted her stern face.

“Damn! Now I will need another hiding place.” Tim gathered himself from the ground. “Wait! You moved the desk by yourself?”

“Do I look that strong to you?” She asked, her face unmoving. Just because she came to hate liars didn’t mean she didn’t know how to bend the truth a little. And technically, she just avoided answering altogether.

“Whatever. You must’ve ordered the repair crew to move it then. I want my coffee.” He said pouting.

“Sir. I’m supposed to help you manage your time better. I am not simply your secretary.” Marigold informed him firmly. She checked with both Chloe and Nathalie what her responsibilities included.

“But you made that divine brew on Monday!”

“That was a gift for my first day of work.” Plus I had no idea what I was doing.

“But…”

“Enough buts for today. You have a meeting with Mr. Fox about the Friday presentation in half-an-hour. Did you familiarize yourself with the content of the email he sent you?”

“Ah! Of course, I did. I totally didn’t spend my night…”

“Then I would appreciate it if you spent the next half-an-hour on doing so.”

“B…” He didn’t even finish when her glare stopped him. She could pull Batstare better than the original.

“If you act like a proper CEO, I might think about making you some of my ‘divine brew’ as a reward.” She suggested and closed the door, leaving him to his own device. She had several calls to make and set other meetings

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It was two hours later when angry Caline Bustier demanded a meeting with her. Mari didn’t even think before redirecting her to HR. The teacher was supposed to be the chaperone of the group and look after them after work. She was also directly responsible for all of their actions. She was very displeased that now she had to take care of Alya for eight hours a day that used to be free time for her. So of course, she blamed everything on Marinette. This time, it backfired. She had to quickly give up any accusations before she ended up in an even worse situation.

Luckily, after that little incident, the day passed without any more surprises. She had half-a-mind to search the town for her mother in the evening. Since she was hired, she was now technically independent of the class. Chloe had a slip from her father that allowed her to basically ignore the teacher. The blonde convinced Mari that mindless wandering the city would only get her robbed. Or at least involved in attempted robbery since she could easily kick ass if she only wanted. Instead, Mari spent the afternoon shopping for materials and working on a new outfit for uncle Jagged that he ordered for his visit to Gotham in a month or so.

She also made a quick call to Paris to discuss things with her hire. The girl informed her that she would happily run the store a little longer. Mari promised to even consider to hire her permanently if she did well.

Chloe had another date scheming meeting with Damian Wayne. At this point, it was unclear what their relationship was. Good thing: neither did the tabloids. Mari promised to the blonde to hold back on the search for her mom until Friday afternoon. She also promised to take both Adrien and Chloe with her when she visited a contact in the local club. They would celebrate her getting a job and the first week over.

All would be great. If she didn’t spot a vigilante on the rooftop next to her (now fixed) window. Even then, it was Gotham. The bats were rather common at this point. It wasn’t like when she left and they were only starting. Batman was still mostly a myth back then, even after six years of work. Except this vigilante was clearly staking her room specifically. he even had binoculars that she was sure had night vision in them.

She opened the window and picked a pencil. With deadly precision she tossed it. The wooden tool sailed through the air until it hit the binoculars and broke one side of them. She huffed and closed the window before pulling the curtains closed. How rude.

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#Mother!Ivy #maribat #marinette dupain cheng #batman #dc #MLB #mlb x dc #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #BAMF Marinette #redeemed!chloe #Good!Adrien Agreste #maribat au

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Traveling Soldier Part 3 -- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

The elevator doors opened, and Natasha and Steve stepped out. “This can’t be the data-point, this technology is ancient.” “Nat, what is that?” Steve pointed to a tall tube against the wall. Natasha looked in the direction Steve was pointing, “I’m not sure, go check it out. I’m going to look over here.” Steve walked over to the cryostasis tube, and yelled. Natasha turned from the desk, computers booting up behind her, “What’s the matter Steve?” Steve was trying to open the door, “My sister Nat. It’s y/n in there. I’ve got to get her out!” Natasha stepped around Steve, and found a release on the side of the tube.

Your eyes open, and you see two people in front of you. “S..Steve? You..You’re dead. We watched you go down with the plane.” Steve smiled as he pulled you from the chamber, “Long story. We can catch up later.” Natasha called you both from the desk, “It’s talking.” Steve supported your weight as you walked over to the desk. “Rogers, Steven. Born, 1918. Romanoff, Natalia. Born, 1984. Rogers, Y/n. Born 1917.” “It’s some kind of recording.” You stepped back from the two and sat against the floor. You heard Zola talking about how HYDRA had infiltrated SHIELD and realized that this must have been the new doctor that Howard had introduced you to right before he froze you. You got to your feet as quickly as possible. Something felt off about that man then, and something felt even worse about him now. As you stood, you heard him say, “Out of time.” You saw Steve and Natasha dive into an opening in the floor, and you threw yourself under the desk just as the building explodes. The three of you run from the building just as a man steps in.

“Steve where is Howard? Why does everything look so different?” Natasha furrowed her brow, “Howard? Surely you don't mean Howard Stark.” Your eyes lit up, “Yes! Where is he?” Natasha looked at Steve, slightly worried, “Y/n, he's been dead since 1991.” Your eyes went wide, “Dead? 1991? What year are we in?? How long have I been frozen?” “It’s 2014. If you went on the ice when Steve “died”, then that would put you at being frozen for nearly seventy years.” Your walk slowed as you tried to take in what you were just told.

You walk up to a house, and Steve knocks on the door. A slender man opens the door, “Hey man.” He looks to Steve questioningly while stepping back to let the three of you in the door. “I’m sorry about this. We need a place to lay low.” Steve nods to the man in thanks as he brushes past. “Everyone we know is trying to kill us,” Natasha looked at the floor as she walked past, arms crossed over her chest. “Not everyone.” Sam offered a small smile to the three of you as you made your way into the house. “So what happened? You..You shouldn’t be here. Not this young still.” Steve looked at you with concern in his bright blue eyes. You sighed, “Steve it’s a long story. I don’t know exactly where to start.” You looked at your hands, not sure how to tell him why you agreed to take the experimental serum in the first place. “The beginning is a good place. What happened?” Steve looked at you sternly. “Well after the plane..with you..I didn’t have anything or anyone. Bucky was gone. You were gone. I had no-one left. Howard had been playing around with new serum formulas, and needed a candidate. I figured I didn't have anything left to lose, so why not volunteer?” Steve’s jaw dropped slightly, and his eyes went wide. He pushed the chair away from him and began to pace, running his fingers through his short blond hair. “Why? You shouldn’t have done that, you could have died!” Steve had a pleading tone in his voice, and was straining to not yell. “What did I have to live for Steve? The man I love and my best friends were dead. Not coming back. Even if something would have happened to me, I was doing the same thing you were. I was helping create something that could be so beneficial. You did what you had to do and so did I.” Steve stopped and slowly turned to you, “What I was doing was different. I was serving my country.” You stood and stalked towards your brother. “I was doing the same as you Steven Grant Rogers. Do not try to parent me. I did what I felt was right.” He glared down at you, and looked into your eyes. He saw the pain you felt, and his jaw began to unclench. He rubbed his eyes, and looked to you again, “Okay so you were injected with the serum. You’re alive obviously so it worked I’m guessing? That doesn’t explain why we found you in a hidden office on an old army base.” It was now your turn to pace, worry beginning to show on your face. You looked to him, then took a deep breath. “HYDRA. They heard that Howard had developed a working serum and they wanted the formula. They wanted EVERYTHING that he had to do with Project Rebirth, including me. Howard felt like freezing me and hiding me down there would help keep me hidden. He was supposed to come back for me when it was safe, I don't know what happened.” You felt your brother’s arms around you, “Get some rest, we’ll talk more in the morning. You’ve at lease got your best friend back. Not so sure about this man you love though.” As he walked away, he shot you a wink. “I’m going to find Nat, I’ll see you in the morning.” You sat down on the bed, wondering what could have happened that Howard didn’t come back for you. He had plenty of time, Natasha said that he didn’t die until 1991, that was almost fifty years after you were frozen. You laid back on the bed, memories coming back, feeling like it was only yesterday that you were standing at Camp Leigh with Peggy and Howard. Your eyes slowly began to close as sleep began to take over your body.

The next morning, you made your way into the kitchen. It was barley light outside, and you enjoyed the moment of peace. Pulling out a chair at the kitchen table, you sank down, sliding your head into your hands. There was so much time you had lost, but you couldn’t decide if you were upset about the time lost or not. There was almost seventy years of time that was just gone, but you were also almost seventy years in the future. You were seeing everything that you and Howard had been working towards. You decided that the time lost was worth it. You had gained, you hoped, a couple of friends, and your brother back. You stood, and lost in thought, floated to the window. You stared out and memories flooded your mind again. “Buck…I love you so much James Barnes. You stay safe, and I will see you when you get home. Promise me that you’ll come back safe.” “I promise, y/n. I love you.” The last words you and Bucky had ever spoken to each other. You wished that the two of you had more time with each other. You stood at the window, remembering all the things you and Bucky had done together, and didn’t notice everyone else come in. It had begun getting light outside, and Sam began cooking breakfast. “Y/n? You okay?” You jumped, startled, and turned towards the voice. “Oh. Good morning Natasha, yes I am fine, thank you.” You offered her a small smile while hugging your arms close to your body. You sat back at the table, still zoned out. You saw the three friends talking, whatever it was seemed important. You only caught the end of the conversation. “I can’t ask you to do this Sam. You got out for a good reason.” “Dude. Captain America needs my help. There’s no better reason to get back in.” You looked to Natasha and whispered, “I’m sorry, what are we doing?” She smiled and filled you in.

“Steve I can help. I was trained.” “No way. Not happening. I don’t care if you are a super soldier or not, you are NOT fighting.” You huffed and sat back waiting for Sam to get back with Agent Sitwell.

“We’re going to get information. Stay here, and don’t do anything stupid.” You rolled your eyes at him and whispered under your breath, “You’re talking all the stupid with you.” He looked back and grinned at you before jogging to catch up with Natasha.

“HYDRA doesn’t like leaks.” You looked to the man in the backseat, he looked nervous and was wringing his hands. Natasha and Steve began talking about how to stop Project Insight, and you heard a thud on the roof. You looked in the backseat and Sitwell was gone. Steve jumped forward and pulled the break handle, which made the man on the roof of the car fly forward into the road. The man jumped back onto the car, shattered the windshield, and yanked the steering wheel from the car. Glass flew towards you, and you threw your hands up to cover your face. “Shit!!” Bullets began flying through the air and you couldn’t tell where they were coming from, but you knew both sides were shooting. Steve breaks the door from the car, and throws you all on the door, sliding you down the street away from the car. Natasha grabbed you and ran, shooting back at the man. She manages to make a hit and shoots the goggles covering his eyes. Они мои. Найти его. (They’re mine. Find him.) Natasha hides a recording behind a car to throw the man off as you two hide. You study the man as he leans down to roll a bomb to where he thinks the two of you are hiding. Something seems familiar about the way he holds himself. You are preparing yourself, knowing you are going to have to fight soon. You watch as Natasha jumps onto the man’s back as the car explodes. He throws her and she runs, warning civilians as she goes. You take off after her, but you feel him grab you by the arm. You see his arm shine out of the corner of your eye, and realize as he is lifting you into the air by your throat that he has an arm of metal. The need to breathe and fight back overtakes your curiosity. You try to kick him, but his hand has too tight of a grip on you. Steve jumps in and attacks that man, knocking you out of the air. You fall to the ground and look up as Steve knocks the man’s mask from his face. “Bucky?” You whispered, shocked to see the man you thought was dead in front of you. You hear confusion in Steve’s voice as he repeats the name, “Bucky?” Bucky looks at the two of you with his eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “Who the hell is Bucky?” Your heart fell as Bucky raised his gun and shot at you and Steve. Sam flies in and kicks Bucky aside. You begin to grapple with him, trying to get the gun away, and you see Natasha raise a grenade launcher. You release Bucky and the gun as you throw yourself to the ground. You look up as the smoke began to clear, and see that he is gone. Agents begin to swarm the four of you, and you are all put to your knees and taken into custody. You and Steve stare at each other while being put into a van. “Steve, it was him. I know those eyes.” “I know it was him y/n. He looked at me like he didn’t even know me.” Sam looked between the two of you. “How’s that even possible? That was seventy years ago.” “Zola.” Steve looked to you, then to his hands. You looked to Sam with tears in your eyes, the pain of losing him coming back all over again. “Bucky’s whole unit was captured in ’43.” Steve heard your voice break and stepped in, “Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him and..” Natasha looked at both of you sympathetically, “None of that’s your fault, Steve.” You both look up, “Even when we had nothing, we had Bucky.” You looked at the side of the van sadly. Sam notices a gash in Natasha’s shoulder, “We need to get a doctor here. We don’t put pressure on that wound she's gonna bleed out here in the truck.” You gasp as a guard shocks another, then takes off her helmet. “Ah. That thing was squeezing my brain.” You and Sam look at the woman in confusion and Sam speaks, “Who’s this guy?”

You make it to the facility Agent Hill was leading you to and a doctor met you. “Let me take her.” Maria stepped in front of her, “She’ll want to see him first.” You come to a tall man that was bandaged and had a patch over one eye. Steve whispered, “That’s agent Fury.”

The six of you were going over how to take out the Helicarriers, and Steve began arguing with Agent Fury. “We’re not salvaging anything. We’re not just taking down the carriers Nick, we’re taking down SHIELD.” “SHIELD had nothing to do with it.” “You gave me this mission, this is how it ends. SHIELD's been compromised, you said so yourself. HYDRA grew right under your nose and nobody noticed.” Nick began getting loud, “Why do you think we're meeting in this cave? I noticed.” Louder Steve tried to get his point across, “And how many paid the price before you did?” “Look, I didn't know about Barnes.” Agent Fury’s face slightly softened. “Even if you have, would you have told me? Or would you have compartmentalized that too? SHIELD, HYDRA, it all goes.” “Well, looks like you’re giving the orders now Captain.”

Nick turned to you, “Steve, who is this?” Steve put his arm around your shoulder, “This is my sister, y/n. She worked for Howard Stark back during the war. She was apparently the last candidate for Project Rebirth. Nat and I found her at Camp Leigh with Zola.” Nick turned back to you again, his eye wide with shock. “Wait, wait, wait. I read those notes, Stark said his assistant volunteered, but didn’t say anything about a woman, especially not Captain America’s sister!” You shrugged Steve’s arm off your shoulder, “I had nothing left to lose, I had lost Steve and Bucky. I was devoted to my work, and would do anything I could to help Howard. We both felt like the serum would be very beneficial to the army, especially with men that were like Steve. Brave, ready to serve, but a little weak and scrawny.” You winked at your brother while Nick chuckled. “It is an honor to meet you y/n.”

You sat on the bank of the river, watching Sam and Steve talk. You put your hands in the water and slowly drew patterns with your fingers in the cool water. You knew you had to get your mind straight before you went to the Helicarriers. You knew Bucky would be there, and you had one job. Your job was not to even be close to Buck, no matter how badly you wanted that. Your mission was to switch out the chips. Steve and Sam meet you at the end of the bridge, “Y/n you ready?” You looked up with a smile, “As I’ll ever be.”

“GO! Get that chip in there y/n! I’ll distract him!” You run up to the system and grab the chip you are replacing and throw it across the carrier. Bucky knocks Steve to the ground and rushes at you. You stick the chip in just as Bucky grabs you and pins you against a beam by your throat. “B..Bu..Bucky please..It’s me,” you manage to strangle out a couple of words and Bucky’s steel blue eyes go soft for about half a second, just long enough for you to wrestle out of his grip. He picks you back up and throws you to the edge of the carrier with Steve. As the three of you are still trying to regain your footing, the carrier crashes into a building, causing some of the beams to fall and trap Bucky. Steve lifts them as you pull him from under the rubble. “You know us!” Bucky pins Steve to the ground. “Bucky you’ve known us your whole life.” You are trying to pull Bucky from Steve, “Your name is James Buchanan Barnes. You are a wonderful, good man Buck. Please stop!” Bucky slings you down next to Steve. “SHUT UP!” Frustration and fear is beginning to show itself in Bucky’s angry voice. “I’m not gonna fight you. You’re my friend.” “You’re my mission!” Bucky begins beating Steve’s face. “You’re my mission!!” He grabs you by the shirt and lifts you, about to throw a fist to your face. “Then finish it. We’re with you to the end of the line.” You look him in his eyes, tears welling up, but refusing to break eye contact with the man that you still loved. You knew that underneath this crazed man was your Bucky, and you would die trying to get that man out. Bucky looks at the two of you, an understanding beginning to show on his face. You screamed as the bottom of the carrier fell out and you and Steve fell into the river. You were only mostly still knocked out as you felt yourself being dragged from the river. Rocks were digging in your back, and you were able to barley make out a man sitting next to you. The man touched your cheek, and whispered, “I know I know you. I don’t know exactly who you are, or who I am, but I am starting to feel like you’re important to me. I’m going to figure this out.” You felt his warm hands leave your face, and the rocks and sand crunched beneath his boots as he walked away.

It was cold when you woke up, turning your head you saw Sam sitting to your right, with Steve on his other side. “On your left.” Steve spoke and Sam smiled, glad to see his friend awake. “Is she okay?” Steve sat up nodding in your direction. “She’s fine. She’s been in and out. She keeps talking about Bucky and how she needed to get to him. I don’t know, she may just be dreaming.”

In a small cemetery, there were five people all standing around a freshly dug grave. “So you’ve experienced this sort of thing before?” Steve glanced up from the stone, “You get used to it.” Natasha handed you a file before kissing Steve on the cheek, “Call that nurse.” The three of you watched as she walked away. You glanced at the file and opened it. Bucky’s face frozen in a crystasis chamber stared back at you. The file snapped shut and found its way into Steve’s hands. “Sam, give us just a minute.” Sam nodded, then walked towards the car. “Sam told me you were talking about Bucky in your sleep. What are you not telling me?” Looking up you smiled, “I can’t dream about my best friend?” Sternly Steve looked down at you, expecting a real answer. Sighing you hugged your arms to your chest and looked off into the distance. “Bucky and I were..closer than you two were. We were just beginning to figure out what we were. That night at the Expo, it was almost like a first date. He told me he loved me. Steve I love him. I did then, I do now. I know you're going to object, but I have to find him. He’s lost, confused. He’s the one that pulled us out of the river.” Steve’s voice dropped to a harsh whisper, “You what? How do you know he’s the one?” Touching your cheek you relayed what Bucky had said, “He said that he knew that he knew me. And that he was going to figure out why he felt like I was so important to him. I’ve got to find him Steve. You had Peggy..I have Bucky.” Steve hugged you tightly, “Please don’t get in over your head. Come with me and Sam for just a little while, learn some more, then go.” Smiling you agreed, “Always looking out for me, should be the other way around.” Steve smiled as the two of you walked to the car. “You might be older, but I’m bigger now.”

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Irreverent Pt. 36 - Home

Title: Irreverent Pt. 36 - Home Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader Rating: T Words: 4076

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The wind was blowing harshly against the house, causing quite the ruckus as Aaron got ready for work in the morning. Jack was already dressed and downstairs and the two of you were waiting on him to finish getting ready. He'd taken a call that morning, resulting in him running behind.

As he grabbed a tie from the closet, he took note of the fact that pretty much his entire wardrobe had managed its way into the other half of your closet. Despite having His and Hers closet space built into your home, you'd never expanded past one side, which had left the entire other half for him. It had been at least a couple of months since he'd been to his own apartment. His lease was ending next month and it was something he figured he should discuss with you soon, seeing as both him and Jack were practically moved in. He'd begun to accept that your relationship wouldn't be moving at anything remotely resembling a normal pace. How could it when Jack had had a room in your house for years, photos of him with Haley, his aunt and cousins, Aaron, and you occupying an entire wall.

The first time Jack had dragged Aaron upstairs in your house to his room, Aaron hadn't been sure how to feel. It was a while ago now, soon after Haley's death. Aaron and Jack had been spending more time at your place, his apartment a cold reminder of what they'd lost. But you'd been in the kitchen and Aaron had arrived for dinner with Jack, when his son had insisted on getting the toys from his room. In the past, the toys had sat in a chest in the foyer, so this was new. The room was like something out of a Pottery Barn catalog, no expense spared. But what had caught his attention was the single photo of Jack and Haley on the wall closest to the bed. Over time that wall had grown, but that first picture had remained in the center. That had been the day Aaron had known with absolute certainty - you loved Jack. You always would.

When he got downstairs, you were bundling Jack into his coat. Upon seeing him, you smiled and indicated to his breakfast. He walked around and noticed your navy blue top and smugly pointed to his tie. It had become somewhat of a game for the two of you. If you got ready without him seeing you and he still managed to pick the right tie color, he felt like he'd won. He was good at winning.

"Jack, remember, Mrs. Avery will pick you up after school," you reminded him. You and Aaron had made the decision to get Jack a nanny so he'd have more personal attention from an adult. Mrs. Avery was an older lady with many references and previous experience with children of diplomats. She was used to a high stress life and demanding parents, and she was absolutely wonderful with Jack.

"Can we go to the park after school?" Jack asks, finishing off by pulling a beanie over his head to protect from the chill.

"We're going to leave that up to Mrs. Avery," Aaron says, jokingly pointing at Jack with his fork. "You'll have to go through her - she's not easy to pull a fast one on."

Jack laughed and gave his father a lighthearted roll of his eyes. Mrs. Avery was putty in his hands as long as he finished his homework and asked politely.

"Alright, Jack you're with me this morning. Y/N has to go in to work early," Aaron tells him, getting up to put his plate in the dishwasher.

You had an early meeting with McKinney, after which the team was sure to be pulled into a case if Aaron's morning call was anything to go off of.

You kneel down to hug Jack. "Have a good day baby, I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N." Jack places a small kiss to your cheek before going to grab his backpack.

"I love you too, Y/N," Aaron teases, as you kiss him goodbye, hurrying out the door.

The eyerolls were definitely something Jack got from you.

*------------*

Director McKinney felt you were ready to take on a challenge and he had laid out a couple of different assignments for you to look over and give a perspective on. You'd walked out of his office with three large files tucked under your arm and met up with everyone else in the parking garage. Penelope had already texted you that there would indeed be a case, and as you got into the back with JJ, Aaron handed you the shoes you'd forgotten at home, from the front. You thanked him, grateful to be out of the heels you'd worn for your morning meeting. Heels were great for feeling tall in the office but impractical for chasing after Unsubs. You saw JJ take note of your exchange with Aaron and she made a teasing kissy face at you.

The others briefed you on the case on the way to the plane to Charleston. Three women had all gone missing under odd circumstances and yesterday the first one's body had been surfaced in a lake by some fishermen. It was suspected that there was a serial killer and the time between disappearances was shortening fast.

You theorized on the profile with the rest of the team on the plane before everyone turned to do their own thing for the remainder of the flight. You sat next to Aaron, flipping through the case files McKinney had given you. They were all interesting in their own right and you realized he was using them to gauge where your interests lied. The cases were all pretty different - the one based out of DC, tracking internal threats posed by large lobby groups and their connections to foreign governments caught your interest.

Aaron watched as you shifted to pull your hair away from your face. You'd been working a lot more and hadn't shirked in your duties to the BAU while taking on all the extra work McKinney was asking of you. He knew a time would come soon when he wouldn't have you on the team any longer - not the way you were going. McKinney had sent him a note regarding having you split your time between the BAU and other groups.

He had some things he wanted to talk to you about, but was holding it back for later that night when you two would be alone. While the team now knew about your relationship, at your core you were both relatively private people and tried to not mix work with your relationship. You shifted, bringing the file closer to your face, and caught him looking at you. You briefly smiled at him before returning to the file, resting the hand closest to him casually on his thigh. Aaron smiled at the gesture, covering your hand with his own, before turning back towards his own files.

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The team had spent the day following up on leads while Hotch had coordinated with local officials in the Charleston PD. The local detectives seemed to react better to a softer touch, so JJ had stuck around with him and Reid while the rest of you went to go interview the missing women's friends and family.

"How're things with Savannah?" you ask Derek as the two of you drive over to interview the best friend. He'd seemed tense all week and you had a feeling something was off.

"Haven't seen her in three weeks," Derek replies, turning a sharp left. At your raised eyebrow, he sighs and continues, "I don't know, it's hard you know. She's on call and any time we make plans the team catches a case. We were supposed to go away this weekend and here we are on a new case on a Thursday. What do you think the odds are that we're home in time?"

You sighed sympathetically. He wasn't wrong - work cut into a lot of things with everyone's relationships and family. Jack had a class presentation tomorrow which neither you nor Aaron would make it to. Mrs. Avery had promised to send a video.

"Make small plans, Derek. It's hard to be there for the big stuff all the time. But you can be there for the little ones. Bring her coffee in the morning or be sure to catch her after her shift for dinner. It's too hard if you're always chasing the weekend getaways." You and Aaron had been trying to plan a trip away with Jack for weeks now and it hadn't materialized. You made do with cuddling him on weekend mornings and lazing on the couch with a movie.

Derek looks at you for a beat before nodding, and drawing the car to a stop in front of the house.

Later that evening, Hotch had called it a night for the team finally around nine and everyone had gone to the hotel to sleep. He had just gotten out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist. You'd already gotten ready for bed and were propped up against the headboard, McKinney's case files in your lap.

Aaron started to dig through his bag for his pajamas, remembering that he still had to talk to you about some stuff and didn't want to forget it again. "Hey, listen," he says, grabbing his clothes and the face moisturizer that you'd insisted he start using (Good skincare is not a joking matter, Aaron, and you'll thank me later when you still look like you're forty and Dave looks eighty.)

You hummed behind him so he continued. "My lease ends next month."

You're still distracted by the files in front of you so you don't look up as you respond. "Okay, did you want to look for a new place?"

Aaron freezes. You thought he should look for a new place? He'd thought you'd be on the same page as him - him and Jack being practically moved in couldn't have escaped your notice. You didn't seem to have a problem with it…

You realize that he hasn't responded after a minute, so you look up and see him standing there and looking at you oddly - he seems upset. You think back to what you'd just said - there wasn't anything wrong there, unless he'd misunderstood…

"I'm sorry," you speak again, putting down your files, and really looking at him. "I didn't mean you should look for a new place," you explain. "I meant, do you want to look for a new place together - for you, me, and Jack?"

He visibly relaxes at your words and lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Feeling much reassured, he replies, "No, I'm fine with your place." He pulls on his pajamas and hangs the towel to dry, before climbing into bed beside you.

"You're sure? My place is a little girly - we could find somewhere you could have an office or something. Or if you don't want to move, we can bring in some of the stuff from the apartment - redecorate a bit."

He leans over and places a kiss to your cheek. "I am perfectly happy with it as is. Plus, you rarely use your office. I'm the only one that even uses it. But, if you want to redecorate, we can."

He was right about that. You had a bad habit of working from bed.

"Maybe eventually." You move your files to the nightstand and shift to lay down against him. "I don't think I can handle a decorating project right now, to be honest."

Aaron had been worried about that. You'd been working a lot more recently. "You're sure you're alright, still doing our cases too? It's not too much?"

You sigh and snuggle in closer, prompting him to wrap his arms around you. "No. We both know it'll happen eventually. Just, not yet."

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Garcia had managed to tie the victims together in an odd way. All three women had dated and subsequently broken up with the same man - Keith Halpert. Halpert had jumped off of a bridge after the final breakup (all of which apparently happened due to his lack of sexual potency) and died a few months back. The team had managed to bring in Keith's older brother - Daniel - who had been deployed overseas at the time of his brother's suicide. It appeared that coming home to his brother's death had resulted in a break which caused him to blame the women for Ketih's suicide. He'd started going through them one by one.

JJ and Reid had taken this particular interrogation while the rest of you watched from the other room. You'd started paying more attention to Aaron's leadership style and noted that he really did try to expose everyone on the team to all parts of the job. JJ hadn't done too many interrogations since becoming a profiler, so sending her in with Reid had been an interesting call in your opinion. But you saw how they played off of one another and it being Reid instead of Hotch or Rossi allowed JJ to feel more in control. You could see that it had been the right decision.

From the interrogation room, you can hear Daniel finally break. "They hurt him. They made fun of him. They're the reason he's dead. So yeah, you wanna hear that I killed them? Of course I did. They deserved it."

"Well, that's good enough for me." Rossi taps on the glass to indicate to Reid and JJ that they're good to close up.

"The things people do for family." Emily sighs, and you can tell she's just happy the case is over.

"I don't know. Seems a little nuts. I mean I get your family being the people you'd die for, but going on a killing spree…" Derek shakes his head as both JJ and Reid emerge.

You find yourself disagreeing with him, but you're not sure you should voice it. You look at Daniel and find yourself almost understanding him. Derek was wrong. Family wasn't the people that you died for. In your jobs, you'd all walked into the face of certain death for complete strangers. No - family was not the people you would die for. Family was the people you'd kill for.

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You and Aaron had both managed to block out a day to completely move him and Jack out of their apartment, while Jess watched Jack. There weren't too many things there and you'd brought back everything worth keeping in just a couple of trips.

Aaron was sat in his chair in the office, which was the one space you two felt was worth putting the effort into redoing. His old desk from the apartment had been moved in and you had rearranged it so your desks faced one other. Aaron was sifting through old documents and deciding what could be discarded while you sat on the floor, leaning against his legs, and went through boxes of mementos to arrange into the shelves lining the room.

You'd already come across his high school yearbooks and he'd gotten some ribbing about his "80s boyband hair" and the fact that he had been a literal Eagle Scout. Because of course he had. You reached into the cardboard box and took out a large blue album. Expecting there to be photos of him and Haley, you flipped it open, only to see cut out newspaper articles.

"What's this?" you asked, tilting your head up to Aaron.

He looks down at what you're holding and you see a fond smile grace his face. He puts down the papers he's holding, leaning down to run his fingers over the article. "Haley and I - we would cut out articles that we liked," he explains, moving his hand from the album to come rest on your head, fingers tangling in your hair. "Anything that really spoke to either of us or felt like it accompanied a milestone, we'd cut it out and paste in here."

You smile, nodding at his explanation. Him and Haley had been really cute with stuff like that and it was always special learning about the little traditions they'd had. You flip through the articles, your eyes skimming the titles - articles from their hometown paper, one from The Seattle Times from the month they moved there, a review from a restaurant in D.C. they'd undoubtedly ate at. It was a chronograph of their life together.

Aaron found himself watching you peruse the album, taking in all of these things that happened to him which preceded you and were intimately tied to his life with Haley. The soft smile on your face as you took it all in - you'd always been so wonderful about his and Haley's relationship and her continued role in your lives.

He was just about to turn back to sorting through the papers scattered on the desk, when he felt you tense against his legs. Your hands moved slowly over the title of an article, and as Aaron read over your shoulder, he saw that it was an article related to the Gilbert and Sullivan play during which him and Haley had met. His eyes scanned through the title and content of the article, unsure why this would've caught your attention. That is, until his eyes caught the byline and he felt his stomach clench.

"Matthew wrote that," he says, his voice obviously having startled you, as you flinch as though you'd been caught doing something wrong.

You start to say something but then seem to think better of it, shutting the album and standing up to start organizing the shelves. Aaron can't help the dread he starts to feel. Anytime your ex-fiancé has come up he's learned something awful about him. Aaron's well aware of how painful that relationship was for you, but he doesn't want to let this go.

He moves to grab your waist and pull you back towards him. "What were you going to say?" he asks, his concern for you fully evident in his tone and how gently his hands smoothed over your back.

You look at him, appearing conflicted on what to say and he can tell you're about to brush it away. He pulls you closer, bringing you down to sit sideways across his thighs. "Hey, come on," he says softly, "please tell me."

You bite your lip, not meeting his eyes. "You're going to think I'm really stupid," you mumble, your hands finding the edge of his shirt and bunching into it.

"I really doubt that," he reassures you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as your eyes flutter shut and you take a deep breath.

You struggled to meet his eyes, your shoulders tense and hands clenched tightly around the fabric of his shirt. But he's looking at you with such concern and love - you don't want him to worry or misconstrue your reaction. "Matthew didn't write that," you explain. His brows furrow and you can feel him tense underneath you. "I did."

Aaron closes his eyes for a moment, processing what you'd just told him. Slowly he asks, "Then why is his name on the article?"

You aren't looking at him any longer, instead turning your face forward. It's easier to explain if you don't have to watch the disappointment in his eyes. "When I was a freshman, I tried out for the Crimson. Every freshman wanting to be on the paper has to write an article for the department they're trying out for. I wrote mine for the arts and chose The Pirates of Penzance, because I'd seen the Harvard theatre troupe perform it. Matthew was a senior and editor in chief of the paper. When he read it, he told me it was some of the best work he'd ever read by a freshman."

Aaron nods. It had been an exceptionally well written article talking about the relevance of Gilbert and Sullivan's works in the modern age. Both him and Haley had really loved the article and that's why it had made its way into the album.

"But," and you take a deep breath, building up to the crux of the matter, "he told me that freshmen who weren't on the paper yet couldn't get published and that it would look a lot more credible if someone with more experience was listed in the byline."

Aaron's face turned stony. The bastard had recognized your work as exceptional and then taken credit for it.

"And then," you continued, "it got picked up by the New York Times for their arts and leisure feature." You let out a hollow half laugh. "It was unheard of - a freshman being picked."

"Why didn't you say something?" Aaron asks, his hands running soothingly down your thighs. You can tell he's angry by how stiff his posture is.

"I did - I was so mad at him. And then he asked me to be his girlfriend. He was a good looking, charming, senior from a decent family - my parents approved. I'd never had a boyfriend before, and well…it wasn't as though I wanted to be a journalist anyways," you shrug. Aaron has some idea of how different things were for you in college - how different you'd been. But you know that everytime it has to surprise him at least a little bit. It's as though you're talking about an entirely different person.

When Aaron speaks next, his voice is low and controlled and you can tell it's taking a considerable amount of effort for him to not scare you with how outraged he is on your behalf. "You were young and he manipulated you. You didn't deserve that."

Your smile sadly at his words and nod, agreeing with him. "I know. I let him get away with a lot because I didn't know any better back then."

It's quiet for a moment before you speak again. "It's different with you, you know. With Matthew there were so many times where I had to convince myself that he was the right choice - that I should be with him. I knew that he wasn't a good person but he fit the mold of who I was expected to be with. Someone who pursued power and opportunity and on whose arm, I would be the perfect wife." Your voice has a bitter quality to it as you speak. "But with you, I've never once questioned it. I've always known how good of a person you are, Aaron."

Aaron feels his stomach unclench slightly as you speak. He reaches up to cup your face, bringing your lips down to his in a sweet kiss. As you pull away, your eyes seem brighter and there's a hint of a smile on your lips. He can feel the tenseness of your earlier conversation leaving you slowly.

"You want to know a secret?" you ask, your arms coming to wind around his neck.

At his smile, you continue. "Back when I first joined the team, Reid and I had this bit we would do. Anytime we weren't sure what to do, we'd ask each other - W.W.H.D - What Would Hotch Do?"

Aaron rolls his eyes and huffs out a laugh. "You put me on way too high of a pedestal, sweetheart," he mumbles, his head tucked into the crook of your neck.

You move to meet his eyes, your hand coming down to cup his jaw. "No, I don't. You're my moral compass Aaron. You're the voice in my head, telling me the right thing to do, and you have been for as long as I've known you."

Aaron has no idea how to respond to your statement. There's not a doubt in his mind that you're being completely honest about this.

"I didn't grow up around good people, Aaron. You're the person who taught me that being good and moral doesn't have to be a weakness - but that it can be a strength. And you show me and Jack that, every single day."

He can feel the sincerity radiating off of you and he leans into your touch, your lips meeting his again, all consuming.

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Ours - Sonny Carisi

A/N: Just random fluff with Sonny

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“Have you considered the thought that you might need your own spare bedroom for your suits?” You called, voice carrying down the hall. Sonny was in the kitchen, making dinner because he had sworn that if he ate take out one more time he would ‘lose it’.

“I got like, ten in rotation. That’s not a lot!” He called back. You could hear his footsteps as he approached, ready, you were sure, to argue his case.

“Babe, I love you.” You grinned, looking back at him standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. Miles of legs in the gray slacks you were particularly fond of, “and I say this as someone who gets way more turned on by you in suits that any sane person should but, ten is a lot.”

“You got plenty of clothes too ya know.” He replied, sitting on the end of the bed and pulling a box toward himself that was labelled ‘Clothing’.

“I have less pairs of jeans than you have suits.”

“For now. I know my sister gave ya money for Christmas, no doubt there’ll be three new pairs of jeans hanging in the closet by Monday.” Sonny commented, sifting through the box in front of him. “And don’t even get me started on your yoga pants.”

“You’re not allowed to complain about the yoga tights.”

“And you’re not allowed to complain about the suits.”

You narrowed your eyes, frowning at him. There was no winning an argument against Sonny “what’s for dinner?”

“Lasagna. It’s in the oven.” He replied, standing up once more. “My ma wants to come over this weekend, said she wants to help get everything unpacked.”

“She’s going to rearrange the kitchen.”

Life had felt like it was getting more and more hectic since Sonny passed his bar exam. You were in the last few months of your PhD program, looking for a new job while Sonny was settling into his. And then the lease was up on your apartment and both of you finally decided to rent somewhere with an extra room. One that his mother had been suggesting would make a good nursery for the last few weeks since you’d begun the move.

“Nah, she’s probably just gonna try and set up a crib in the office,” Sonny joked, reaching out for you.

Abandoning his suits you went over and wrapped your arms around his waist. “The wedding isn’t for another year, you’d think she would want us married before I start having babies.”

“As long as no one can tell for sure when you got pregnant I think she’ll be happy.” He teased, kissing your head.

“Oh god.”

Kids were not just something that Sonny’s mother was obsessed with. You and Sonny had both discussed having children, from the very early days of your relationship it was clear that both of you had the same family goals. Marriage, children, stability. You had an older sister with four kids and all three of Sonny’s sisters had kids. Family was a major part of both your lives and you had always wanted children but it wasn’t until Sonny that you thought it might be possible.

“She means well.” You finally conceded, “now where’s my lasagna?”

“You sure you aren’t pregnant already?” Sonny asked, releasing you so that he could go to check the lasagna in the oven.

“I am not. I just have a mild obsession with your lasagna.” You replied. You had discussed pregnancy, in great depth. After Sonny proposed the two of you had a long conversation about when children would happen and what needed to happen first. This place was one of those first steps.

“I’m just teasing ya.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re always just teasing me.” You laughed, following him into the kitchen. Despite the unpacked boxes that still existed in the kitchen/living room area Sonny had already littered the side of the refrigerator with pictures of family. As you stood, leaning against the counter, you looked over the pictures, candid, posed, school photos, communion photos. “Hey Sonny,”

“What’s up doll?” He asked, looking over at you from his position leaning over the open oven. He was always impatient with his food, checking it fifty times before he was satisfied that it was cooking well.

“I was over my sister’s yesterday and she has a kid staying with them right now until they place her...” You began, watching Sonny’s face as he stood up, giving you his full attention, “I know we said no kids right now but...she’s so sweet and she’s only three and if we took the first classes my sister said we could probably be cleared pretty quickly. Especially considering your job.”

“You wanna foster?” He asked.

“I know we’ve exclusively talked about kids that we have but...I was thinking...there’s so many kids out there.” You replied. Some people felt weird about fostering kids, as if it was different than physically having a child. It wasn’t that you thought Sonny might not be on board but you weren’t sure how he thought the rest of his family would feel.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “yeah okay.”

“Seriously? You’d go to the classes with me?”

“Of course. I want kids with you...in whatever capacity we have them.” He smiled. “Did you think I’d say no?”

“Not really, no. I was just nervous, it’s a lot to ask someone.” You knew he wouldn’t. He saw kids every day who lacked families that cared for them. He knew how much Liv loved Noah, how much your sister loved her kids. But you had still been nervous to ask. You had both agreed on no kids for a while and now you were asking him to consider fostering.

“Guess I can’t use the office for extra storage huh?”

“I don’t think we can use the office for an office.”

“Well, my ma will be excited. The possibility of grandkids sooner? She’s gonna be over here every day.” He replied.

“Stop it, you’re trying to ruin this for me.” You laughed.

“I’m not, I’m just-”

“Just joking?”

Sonny smiled and kissed you on the forehead before going back to check on his lasagna.

Honestly none of these go anywhere I just keep having random snippet scenarios in my head.

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kessielrg · 3 years

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Comeback Kid: Part 2

Summary: More third person additions to the chaos rp that @chibi-mushroom and @animacreates are doing.This time, Sabrina has spontaneously decided to break up with Ventus after what could amount to a nervous breakdown. In the aftermath, she is forced to take all her vacation time and become reacquainted with one of her favorite hobbies. But is it enough to get over Ven, or will the memory of him be too much to ignore?

Rating: K+

Word Count: 2,398

Part: 1 | 2 | 3

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One of these days, Sabrina was going to have to ask Brain what the name of his cologne was. In the same breath, she needed to harass him on how much he used on a normal day. The cinnamon scent lingered on the still dryer warm t-shirt she had stolen. It was comforting. For once in her life, she was glad not to be surround by her purple obsession. The scent of lavender may be calming, but at the moment all it was going to do was remind her of the apartment.

And of Ventus.

Good thing Brain wasn't as vain as she was- the only mirror he really had was in the bathroom, attached to the medicine cabinet. If Sabrina had a full body mirror right now, she would have admired just all the ways she could have made Ven jealous. Brain's shirt didn't fall very low on her, but the old leggings she found were enough to cause a direct gaze to her butt. She was almost confident with herself again. Almost. Purposely being alluring to someone didn't mean the same if you didn't actually have someone to allure.

Sabrina grimaced to herself in the mirror, fluffing her hair a bit for something to do. She couldn't look herself in the eye. The last time she looked at herself in a mirror was when she skipped out on Ven. It's only been a day, and it still made her flinch. She had to leave the bathroom before she started to panic again. She went to the living room to find Brain sitting on his couch. The TV showing off some livestream on how to jailbreak a certain console. Sabrina walked up and placed her arms on the back of the couch.

“Could you hold off on being a blatant nerd? You're not even paying attention to it.”

Brain laughing, craning his neck to look up at her. “My house, my rules.” he told her. Then he got a good look at what she was wearing, and laughed. “And here I thought I was done with girls stealing my shirts.”

Sabrina let out a loud, incredibly fake gasp. “You had a sex life? Wow!”

“I could have told you about her if you had just asked. We dated for about a year. Not that I think I would have let you two share a room- you'd scare her.”

“I scare a lot of people. It's not even a challenge anymore.” Sabrina smirked. She moved around to sit next to him. Once she was comfortably sitting, she then asked, “So she was a good one?”

“Very good.” Brain agreed with a wide, incredibly fond, grin. Sabrina immediately recognized it as a grin of true love and scoffed.

“Oh shush, you.” her brother teased, forcing her to lay her head on his chest. She struggled for a moment out of annoyance. When she finally gave up, that was when Brain removed his hand from her head. Instead of sitting back up, though, she remained leaning on him. Brain did pick up the remote to change the TV setting so they could watch something on live broadcast. From there, the duo sat in a peaceful silence.

During the change between shows, Brain laid his head against Sabrin'as in thought.

“Hey Wabi-Sabi.” he mused. His voice was rather soft.

“Yeah?” she replied, her attention not leaving what was on the television.

“Do you remember, back before old Oz took us in, and we tried to spend a night out on the playground at Walt Memorial Park?”

Sabrina shifted a bit in her spot. Her face slightly darker than before as she asked, “Was that before or after the time we almost got caught by some officer around 2 AM?”

“You know what? I think it was that day.” Brain snorted. “But way before that, before the sun went down. Do you remember what we talked about?”

Admittedly, she had to close her eyes to try to remember. They nearly snapped open again as she realized, “It was about Mom, wasn't it? Why she left us.”

Brain gave her a solemn nod. “Not going to lie Sabi, I bluffed about a lot of that stuff. I wasn't there when Mom made the choice. I barely understood that she was the one who even made the choice to keep us together. Back then, I just assumed that they kept siblings together because who wouldn't? But I had to tell you something that night. You had just run away from another family. You were dead convinced that you couldn't be loved.''

“Why are you telling me this?”

“No reason,” he informed her with a grin. “Just thinkin' out loud, I guess.”

“Liar.” she spat, purposely using her elbow to poke at his side. Brain didn't refute the notion. If anything, he just laughed.

“So,” Brain then said, “What's your game plan for the next month? Oswald cashed in all that overtime and vacation pay you had. I can't see you just jogging between here and the old man's house everyday.”

“Shows what you know.” his sis huffed. “Just for that, I think I'm going to have you personally move all my stuff here.”

“What are you doing with the apartment, speaking of?” Brain asked.

“I don't know.” she admitted in a half grumble. “I'd let the lease run out, but that's still for another four months.”

“You really think you two will apologize between that time?”

Sabrina didn't answer. Instead, her face twisted into one of absolute disgust.

“Never said that.” she hissed.

“Sure, sure.” Brain laughed. “Just don't want you sitting at home with old Hollywood movies and ice cream, that's all.”

“Do you not know me at all?” Sabrina demanded, shoving him with enough force to make him move like a bobblehead for a moment. Brain's mirth did not let up. Sabrina gave her brother another disgusted grimace, but his words stuck with her.

Later on, while debating if she should clear her phone of certain numbers, Sabrina stopped scrolling through to see the name of her ex-boyfriend, Max. Max had been her first serious boyfriend, and they had managed to stay on good terms after the breakup. Sabrina made a single second choice, leading to her listening to the phone ring over as she waited for him to answer. She felt kinda dumb while waiting- was she really that self centered to think tha Max would have the time to even...

“Hey Max.” Sabrina greeted, almost in surprise, when he picked up the phone. “Yeah, I know it's been awhile. That's actually why I'm calling. You want to go to that little tea shop on Main Street tomorrow? I get it if you have other places to be since it's last minute...”

There was just one thing she could always count on in Max; he was patient when the situation called for it. Hearing him on the other end brought up a sense of relief she got from only a select few individuals.

“Thanks Max.” she sighed. “I just… need someone to talk to someone that isn't family. Yeah, I'm fine. Really. I'll tell you more later. Bye.”

Sabrina let out a long sigh. Well, that was one bandaid ripped off. Now to deal with the other; getting new clothes.

. . .

This island really was kinda small when you thought about it. She just hoped that no one Ventus knew would recognize her. Then again, the clothes she bought yesterday were darker colors meant to blend in with the crowd. If they managed to recognize her, hopefully she'd be long gone before they could flag her down. Seeing Max casually checking his phone outside the tea shop brought Sabrina a massive sigh of relief.

“Hey Max!” she shouted at him. He looked up and grinned at seeing her.

“Hey stranger.” he greeted with a grin. Once they were close enough they shared a rather heartfelt hug. “You wearing heels today? I knew you had legs for days, but I could've sworn you were shorter than this.”

“Nice try.” Sabrina smirked. She stood a bit taller over the fact that Max was several inches shorter than her. His height was perfect when they were dating- considering what he was nearly in direct eye line of. “You know I've never worn heels around you.”

“I used to be taller than you.” he jokingly pouted.

“Yeah,” she snorted. “For a whole summer.”

Max went into a laugh that was so light and joyful that Sabrina gave a small half smile. Bouncing more banter off each other, the duo headed on into the tea shop. Max found them a corner table near a back window.

“Anything look good?” Sabrina asked as they looked over the menu.

“Haven't had a tea party since I was swindled into one as a kid.” Max mused. “So I guess whatever you want to eat, and I'll take a cup of coffee.”

“How come you're only really adventurous when it comes to extreme sports?” Sabrina teased as she flagged down a waiter.

“Hey, if it's not broke, don't fix it.”

Sabrina just shook her head with a roll of her eyes.

“Welcome to Hightopp & Kingsleigh!” the server girl greeted. “May I recommend the earl grey this afternoon? Fresh from the pot!”

“No thanks.” Sabrina callously told her with a flick of her wrist. “We'll take a pot of peppermint rooibos, a baker's dozen of ladyfingers, and a single black coffee.”

“Sure thing!” the server girl agreed, writing it down on the notepad before heading to the back kitchen.

Sabrina and Max continued to have idle talks with themselves while they waited. There was no one else in this world that Sabrina could tolerate meaningless talks than with Max. They both said whatever was on their mind as it came. Thankfully, time away meant that they had plenty to reflect on. Unfortunately, it meant that at some point, current matters were going to be brought up as well.

She should have really asked to have a refill of hot water for the tea pot before even breathing Ventus's name.

“You just left him?!”

Sabrina groaned as she rubbed her temples. “Yeah...” she groaned. “His dad… I just hate his dad so much, Max. Then he started talking about marriage, and trying to convince Ven into whatever shady deal he's got going next, and it was just… Just…!” She looked up at Max to give a gesture of strangling an invisible neck, and it was enough to convey the message.

“All because your least favorite coworker was getting married as well?”

“And, like, everyone else around us! Ven's brother, two other guys from the station. How about we just chill for a hot second and realize that a ring isn't the only indicator of a good relationship?”

“You really should have gotten chamomile.” Max noted as he watched Sabrina take a rather long slip of her tea.

“Peppermint's better for stress.” she shot at him.

“If you say so,” Max replied, throwing his hands in the air to show innocence. Sabrina glared at him, but relented with a heavy sigh. Max looked her over. She had gone back to rubbing her temples and muttering rather unkind things under her breath. He had never really seen her in conflict before- or at least, this much conflict. Which meant he had to ask. Someone had to.

“Would things really change that much if you did marry him?”

Sabrina clung to the side of her head, her fingers clenching in her hair.

“No.” she finally admitted in a small grumble. “Just a different check box to fill when tax season comes around. It's the only excuse I can really think of. We're already living together, have at least one joint bank account because of it, and all that domestic bliss. We even have a chore chart, like a bunch of kids.”

“So what's holding you back?”

Sabrina grimaced -her teeth grinding- as her whole body tensed. Carefully, Max placed a hand on her arm. She looked up at him with the sole intention of smacking him away. But in seeing his sincere expression, she nearly started crying.

“Maxie,” she quietly told him “Is it bad I'd rather give him a kid than tie the knot?”

“Definitely unorthodox.” he mused with a solemn nod. “Maybe they feel like less of an obligation? You know the deal; some parents just drop their kids off to whoever, or just don't pay attention to them. Then they turn around and brag they're the best parents ever.”

“I can't do that to him.” she heavily sighed. “I just can't. And even then, I don't think I'm ready for a kid. Or any drama that happens during or after the pregnancy. Maybe when I'm 30? But doing so now just makes me sick.”

“Ah,” was all Max could say. He went into thought over this development. When a new idea came to him, he snapped his fingers as if he had solved a major mystery. “You said Oswald's making you take the next month off from work, right? Maybe it's time for a change.”

“Max,” Sabrina told him, even rather condescendingly placing a hand on top of his. “I am not going full Britney Spears and shaving my hair off. The mental breakdown was enough.”

“No,” he laughed, “Nothing like that. Look, you used to love dancing. Right? Roxanne is a teacher at the local dance studio. She mostly teaches the younger kids, but she's been itching for private lessons in her off time. Go take the edge off a bit. Do some pivots off the mirror, or spin around a lamppost for a hot second. Be that dramatic princess I know you are. Be yourself. I mean, it's not like Oswald's gonna let you head back into work right away anyway. Might as well make the most of it.”

“Next you'll be telling me that I should start writing a novel.”

“Well, I mean, if that's what you need...”

It hurt, but Sabrina forced herself to laugh. She looked up at Max and just smiled.

“I can't believe I know a lot of good guys.” she laughed, leaning over a bit to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Thanks Maxie.”

Max let out a shy little laugh as his face lit up a scarlet red.

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cocos-cocoapuffsarenotforsale · 4 years

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His Little Witch~~Part 3

MASTERLIST

PART 2

Main Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

Background Pairings: Harry Potter x Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley x Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood x Neville Longbottom, James Potter x Lily Potter, Draco Malfoy x Pansy Parkinson

Tags: Possessive Tom Riddle, Soulmates, AU, CANON DIVERGENCE, Minister of Magic Tom Riddle, Out of Character Tom Riddle, nice Tom Riddle, Dumbledore and Tom get along, sane Tom Riddle

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“Morning Little Witch,” you hear a smooth voice whisper. You open your eyes slowly still exhausted from all the craziness yesterday of meeting your soulmate.

“Morning Tommy,” you whisper, shutting your eyes and rolling over to go back to sleep.

“Oh no, you don’t Little Witch. We have a lot to do today. Up you get!” He teases smacking your ass sharply as he chuckles.

“Hey! What was that for?” You ask slightly annoyed. God, you were still tired.

“To wake you up. Let’s go get some breakfast in you before we start our day.” He says pulling you up and scooping you back up into his arms.

“Tom stop it, I’m too heavy for you to carry.” You try to protest but he hushes your worries.

“You are perfect. You are not too heavy at all Little Witch.” He replies as he carries you towards the kitchen where you hear a familiar voice.

“Miss Y/L/N!!! Oh Miss Y/L/N!! Dobby has missed you so much!” Your old friend Dobby the house-elf greets you excitedly.

“I believe you remember Dobby the house-elf your friend Harry freed from the Malfoy home a few years ago,” Tom says with a big smile on his face. As he sets you back into your feet.

“Of course! How are you Dobby?” You ask the elf with a big smile.

“Oh, most wonderful Miss. As you know I’ve been working at Hogwarts the last few years but last night Miss Granger and Professor Dumbledore introduces me to Master Riddle here and he offered Dobby a paid position Miss! A paid position! In the Minister of Magic’s home! Oh, the other house-elves were most jealous of Dobby! But thankfully Master Riddle was kind enough to offer Winky a position as well! You are most lucky to be his soulmate, Miss!” Dobby explains before ushering you into the kitchen and showing you all of your breakfast options.

“Thank you so much, Dobby! I’m so glad to have a familiar face in my new home!” You exclaim once he has finished presenting the breakfast options. You throw your arms around the small elf.

“Oh, Miss!” Dobby exclaims, wiping tears from his eyes. It sends an ache through your heart to remember he had probably never been given this much affection.

“Thank you, Dobby. If you could excuse us please Y/n and I have important matters to discuss.” Tom asks Dobby politely once the two of you break apart. Dobby nods and is gone in a snap.

“So what are we doing today?” You inquire as you take a bite of your fruit.

“Well, first things first we are going to your loft to pack up anything you have there and to cancel your lease, seeing as I am the Minister of Magic it should be quick and easy. Then we will go back to Hogwarts as I have to be there this evening to welcome the students and staff members from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons as well as the Bulgarian and French Ministers. Before the welcoming ceremony, we will retrieve your belongings and discuss our plans with Dumbledore. Then we will come home.” He gives you a quick rundown of the day as the two of you finish eating. He transfigures your nightgown into a casual dress with a sweater, leggings, and boots. Then he changes his clothes and holds out his arm ready to apparate the two of you to Diagon Alley. You brace yourself before taking hold of his arm and disappearing from the manor.

When you open your eyes the two of you are in the middle of Diagon Alley. Tom leads you in the direction of your apartment. While you wonder for a fleeting moment how on Earth he knows where your loft is? You remember that this is Tom Riddle you are talking about and somehow Tom always knew everything.

Once you reach your apartment Tom goes to meet the landlord while you start packing up your things. There honestly wasn’t much there, just some spare clothes and blankets and a few pictures and keepsakes. Most of your things you brought with you to Hogwarts and kept in a bag with an undetectable extension charm on it. You were all packed by the time Tom returned with a chewy grin covering his face.

“I take it it went well?” You ask arching an eyebrow at him.

“Oh yes, it’s all taken care of. Being the Minister does have its advantages you know.” He teases as he points his wand at your bags making them disappear. “They will be waiting for ya at the manor. Ready to go to Hogwarts?” He asks, offering you his arm, which you take without hesitation.

Next thing you know you are back in your dorm room at Hogwarts. Being that it is breakfast time the room is deserted except for a fluffy white dog staring up at you.

“Boo!” You exclaim. You hold out your arms for him while you kneel down. He jumps into your arms immediately and begins licking your face happily.

“Oh, baby I’m so sorry I left you. I promise I won’t do it ever again! But guess what?” Boo cocks his head waiting to hear your news. “I found him! I found my soulmate!” You yell happily, Boo wags his tail and gives you one last big lick on the cheek.

“So this is the famous Boo huh? How old is he?” Tom asks getting down to pet him which Boo happily accepts, even going so far as to roll into his back to ask for a belly rub which Tom gladly answers.

“He’s about a year and a half-ish. He found me the night my parents died. I took a walk around the woods and there he was. Dumbledore checked him out and discovered he was my familiar. Dumbledore told me that familiars live at least as long as their masters. Occasionally they live longer but most of the time they die right after their masters. I’m just glad I won’t have to be without him ever.” You explain giving Boo a good ear scratch.

“We better pack the rest of your things,” he says, “and Boo’s too of course.” He adds seeing the unhappy look on your dog’s face. You, with the help of Tom, quickly pack up all your things (using your magic of course) and Boo’s stuff before exiting the dormitory. The common room is just as deserted as the dorm was. Tom leads you towards Dumbledore’s office, with Boo trailing behind.

“Pixie Puffs,” Tom says to the stone gargoyle. It twists revealing a staircase leading up to Dumbledore’s office.

“Albus?” Tom asks, knocking on the door.

“Come in,” Dumbledore replies in his usual deep voice.

“Ah Tom, Miss Y/L/N, to what do I owe this pleasure?” He asks with a slight smile hiding under his bushy beard.

“We would like to discuss Y/n’s educational arrangements for the remainder of the year. The two of us have reached a compromise that we hope you will find agreeable.” Tom explains, Dumbledore nods for Tom to continue.

“Y/n will still attend lessons at Hogwarts however she will be living at my manor and will floo powder to Hogwarts in the morning and return home after the afternoon lessons are complete. Does this sound doable for you?” He asks though you are fairly certain once Tom decides something it is pretty much a fact that it will happen.

“Miss Y/L/N is this agreeable to you?” Dumbledore asks, turning to you.

“Yes, this was actually my idea.” You reply.

“Then I see no reason not to allow it. Anything else?” He asks curiously.

“Actually yes, we also will need Y/n to have two Aurors with her during the day. It’s just a precautionary measure but I’m sure you understand. The soulmate of the Minister of Magic needs protection after all.” Tom explains.

“Of course, that should be just fine. Which Aurors were you thinking?” Dumbledore agrees without hesitation.

“James Potter and Sirius Black. They are the best and most trustworthy Aurors I know.” Tom says Dumbledore nods in agreement.

“That’s about it I suppose. How long do we have until Durmstrang and Beauxbatons arrive?” Tom inquires.

“About half an hour, but we could head down to the courtyard now just in case they are early,” Dumbledore suggests. Tom nods and takes your hand as the two of you follow Dumbledore down to the courtyard. Boo followed you excited to see what you were doing.

Most of the students and professors were already waiting in the courtyard when the four of you got there. Everyone was staring at you and you tried to hide behind Tom, you hated being the center of attention. You see your friends staring at you in shock and Hermione tries to motion you over. You knew they were going to grill you about it sooner or later so you figured you might as well get it over with. When you go to walk towards them however a steely grip on your hand keeps you in place.

“Where do you think you’re going Little Witch?” Tom asks you with a steely gaze.

“I was gonna go talk to my friends quick. They are really confused. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.” You promise, Tom relents but he doesn’t look happy about it. You walk over to your friends still feeling Tom’s harsh gaze on you.

“What the hell is going on?!” Hermione asks as she launches herself into you, wrapping her arms around your neck.

“I meet my soulmate!” You reply with a giggle. Hermione shoots you a glare clearly wanting more information.

“Tom Riddle the Minister of Magic is your soulmate?” She asks for clarification.

“Yes. Oh ‘Mione he’s wonderful! And Dobby is working at his manor! And Winky!” You exclaim.

“Y/n has he been treating you ok?” Ginny asks hesitantly.

“Of course he has. Why?” You were slightly confused.

“Well, he’s known to be a very, ummm…ruthless and cold person,” Ginny explains hesitantly.

“I thought you guys liked him?” You were confused, all of your friends had always spoken so highly of him.

“As a minister he’s wonderful. But as a soulmate…” Ron trails off.

“He’s been nothing but loving and sweet. What have you lot heard?” You were curious to know about your soulmate and his reputation.

“Well, he’s ruthless when he was becoming an Auror he learned all kinds are dark magic. He used it against the dark wizards he hunted so it was ok but he was pretty hardcore. And he hasn’t got a family and he’s never had any personal relationships, at least not any that people have ever known about. He may use his dark side for good but we don’t know what he’s like in his personal life…” Ron explains scratching his neck, he refuses to meet your eyes.

“We just wanted to make sure he’s treating you well,” Luna reassures you, sensing your distress.

“You’re our friend Y/n/n, we just wanted to make sure you were ok,” Harry says.

“I’m ok guys. Better than ok, I found my soulmate!” You exclaim clapping your hands together.

“So I take it you went to his place last night?” Hermione asks with a quirk of her eyebrows.

“Yeah…” you reply, feeling your cheeks heat up. “I’m going to be living there from now on.”

“What about Hogwarts?!” Hermione asks, distressed.

“I’ll be flooing in every day during the week for lessons and then returning to the manor after my lessons are done for the day.” You explain giving her a quick side squeeze to make her feel better.

“Oh, that’s brilliant Y/n! We expected you to leave Hogwarts.” Ginny says.

“Why?” You were curious as to why they would think you would drop out.

“Well, you are the Minister’s mate. I figured he would homeschool you. I mean it’s dangerous to be his mate. People will want to use you to get to him. It’s probably easier to keep you safe that way.” Ginny explains.

“Well he wanted to but we compromised on having two Aurors with me for lessons and then returning me home. Your dad is one of them, Harry and Sirius.” You explain, Harry smirked at this, knowing his dad and godfather would have to sit through Hogwarts’ lessons again made him laugh.

“The minister compromised?” Neville inquires, shocked. “He’s never done that before. He doesn’t compromise on anything.”

“Really?”

“Really. He’s been in office for almost a decade and never once has he backed down or compromised a deal. It’s part of the reason everyone loves him.” Hermione explains.

TOM POV

I let Y/n go to her friends but I never take my eyes off her. I’ve only been with her a day and already I feel extraordinarily possessive and protective over her.

“Already have you wrapped around her finger eh Tom?” Dumbledore asks with that familiar twinkle in his eyes.

“From the moment I laid eyes on her.”

“I must say I was surprised you decided to allow her to continue her studies here at Hogwarts. I had assumed you would prefer her to stay at the manor and have tutors come to her.”

“I most certainly would have preferred it. However, she wanted to continue here, with her friends.” I explain clenching my hands into fists. I was really not happy with this arrangement, anything could happen to her here.

“So you compromised?” Dumbledore inquires, he had that knowing look on his face, the one where he knows something no one else does.

“Unfortunately.”

“Tom, it’s ok to admit she affects you.”

“No, it’s not. I can’t have her hurt because of me. I will do anything to ensure her safety.” I vow before walking over to my girl.

YOUR POV

“Little Witch.” You hear a smooth, deep voice say. You turn around and smack into a hard chest. Tom. Strong arms wrap around you to steady you and a deep baritone chuckle vibrates through his chest.

“Hey.” You say breathlessly.

“Come Little Witch. Our guests are arriving.” He explains. He nods at your friends before pulling you towards the professors to welcome the guests.

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PART 4

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my-emotional-self · 4 years

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The Soulmates Chapter 3

Moodboard by the wonderful @princess-evans-addict

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: swearing, exotic dancing

Summary: Being born with the words of two soulmates was rare, and you were one of them. You had no idea that when you started a new job as Pepper Potts’ personal assistant you would end up finding both of your soulmates. Things start off great, but what happens when Steve and Bucky find out about your double life and your side job?

A/N: Based off the music video ‘Gods and Monsters’ by Lana Del Rey

In the land of gods and monsters

I was an angel

Living in the garden of evil

You slowly walked around the pole, getting the feel of the song that you were so used to by now.

Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed

Shining like a fiery beacon

You got that medicine I need

Fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly

Put your hands on my waist, do it softly

You stood tall in front of the pole, slowly raking your hands down your nearly naked body; loving the hollers and whistles from the crowd in front of you.

Me and God we don’t get along, so now I sing

No one’s gonna take my soul away

Living like Jim Morrison

Gripping the pole tightly, you spun around quickly, going in circle after circle; your body twisting easily around the pole.

Headed towards a fucked up holiday

Motel, sprees, sprees, and I’m singing

Fuck yeah give it to me, this is heaven, what I truly want

It’s innocence lost

Innocence lost

Making your way towards the crowd of men sitting in front of you on your hands and knees, you turned your back to them so they could see your round ass. You began to gyrate your hips, as if you were riding on a cock. For a moment, thoughts of Bucky and Steve below you crashed into your mind and you groaned at the thought of them filling you up with their large cocks.

In the land of gods and monsters

I was an angel, lookin’ to get fucked hard

Like a groupie incognito posing as a real singer

Life imitates art

You began to feel hands on the back of your legs and you turned your head, winking at the man who’s hands were on you as you saw a few twenty dollar bills on the stage.

You got that medicine I need

Dope, shoot it up straight to the heart please

I don’t really wanna know what’s good for me

God’s dead, I said ‘baby that’s alright with me’

No one’s gonna take my soul away

Living like Jim Morrison

Headed towards a fucked up holiday

Motel, sprees, sprees, and I’m singing

Fuck yeah give it to me, this is heaven, what I truly want

It’s innocence lost

Innocence lost

When you talk it’s like a movie and you’re making me crazy

‘Cause life imitates art

If I get a little prettier, can I be your baby?

You tell me if life isn’t that hard

No one’s gonna take my soul away

Living like Jim Morrison

Headed towards a fucked up holiday

Motel, sprees, sprees, and I’m singing

Fuck yeah give it to me, this is heaven, what I truly want

It’s innocence lost

Innocence lost

As the song ended, you were sweaty and out of breath. It was a true workout and you loved the way the men fawned over you. Going around, you gathered up the money on the stage, winking at the men and blowing them kisses.

“How’d you make out that round?” Trixie asked as you walked into the back room, counting your cash with a smile on your face.

“I think this has been the best night I’ve ever had,” you replied, fanning your face with your money making the girls in the room laugh.

Out of all the girls, you had been there the longest, since you were 18 years old and you took many of the new girls under your wing; helping them as much as you could.

You cooled off in the back for nearly an hour before your next round came up. Tommy came back in, giving you another bump of cocaine right before it was your turn. Tommy was a good man for taking you in when you lost your family; keeping you out of foster care and probably juvie as well. He got you a small apartment, smaller than what you had now, and that is where you lived until you turned 18; when you were able to lease an apartment on your own.

When you went back out on stage, you made sure to pay attention to the man in front who was roaming his hands up and down your legs earlier as he was obviously the biggest spender tonight. He was rather handsome with slicked back black hair and he was wearing a very expensive looking black suite.

You were dancing to Fall Out Boy’s ‘Light ‘Em Up’ and when the chorus sounded, the lights on the stage turned off and on at a rapid pace as your body spun easily around the pole at such a fast pace, you were surprised you never got dizzy from it.

By the end of the night, you were shocked to count the money you had. All in all, you had enough to pay rent alone for the month; just from tonight alone. Since you’ve been dancing here for the last six years, you had never gotten that much money and you believed it to be mostly from the one blonde man in the black suite. Hell, you didn’t mind. Now that you had a full time job, you finally could use this money as spending money on yourself; something you had never been able to do.

That night, you went to bed with a smile on your face. Things were finally starting to look up.

~~~

The following morning you could barely open your eyes as your alarm began to blare. Granted it was only the second day of your job with Pepper, it was the first time you also had to work the night before at the club with Tommy.

“Fuck my life,” you moaned, throwing the covers over your body and stumbling into your bathroom, taking a cold shower to wake up and to wipe the remnants of the cocaine from your nose.

Looking at your clothes, you nearly forgot that Steve and Bucky wanted to take you out tonight so you made sure to pick something a little cuter. You put on a black dress with colorful flowers on it and a black cardigan to go over it. Putting on a pair of black boots, you headed outside and saw Daniel waiting there. With a smile, you big him a good morning and hopped in the backseat; taking a cat nap on your way to work.

~~~

The work day, much to your dislike, went by way too fast. It wasn’t that you weren’t looking forward to your date with Steve and Bucky. It was that you were nervous and scared. Tommy was the only one who truly know the kind of shit you went through when you were younger. And you definitely didn’t want to mention your night job to your soulmates; you knew for a fact they would go ballistic and wouldn’t let you back there.

But you couldn’t just not work at the club. You had a contract with Tommy; a ten year contract. He kept you out of foster care, took you in when your family died, only if you were to work for him for ten years. And you weren’t about to back out of that contract. A promise is a promise and you saw a contract the same way. You weren’t about to back out of anything; you signed it and you were going to fulfill it, no matter what. Tommy was good to you for the most part, as long as you didn’t call in sick and you weren’t about to fuck him over. Plus, you loved the confidence you had when you were on stage. There was a darkness inside of you from the years of neglect built up from your parents that you were able to unleash on that stage. Never in your life had men fawned over you. You felt wanted and desired and while you were sure Bucky and Steve were going to feel that way about you one day, you didn’t want to give that up just yet. It’s not like you were cheating; you were just selling your body without any of the physical aspects to it.

There was a soft knock on your office door and you looked up to see Bucky and Steve; déjà vu from yesterday hitting you.

“Are you ready doll?” Bucky asked with a grin.

With shaky hands, you logged out of your computer and grabbed your phone and purse. “I’m ready,” you said with a soft smile as you got up from your chair and walked towards them. “Lead the way.”

~~~

“You’re awfully quiet back there sweetheart,” Steve said from the driver’s seat of the car as he drove into the city.

“I’m sorry. I’m just…a little nervous I guess,” you replied softly; your hands fidgeting together in your lap.

Bucky turned to face you from the passenger seat; his metal hand gently resting on your hands, making you gasp.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Bucky said, turning back to face the front; his head bowed down.

“No!” you replied hastily, placing your hand on his shoulder. “Your hand was cold that’s all Bucky. I wasn’t-I’m not scared of your metal arm. I promise. I just wasn’t expecting how cold it was is all.”

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, not wanting to make Bucky feel bad about himself. He turned back around to face you and you gave him a smile. He reached his arm back out to you and you took his hand in yours, squeezing it reassuringly.

“We’re here,” Steve said as he parked the car. You looked out to see a rather nice looking restaurant and a valet person opening the door for Steve. Steve opened your door for your and you felt yourself blush. Not only were you not used to being around such gentlemen, you weren’t used to going on dates or even being with men. The last time you went on a date had been nearly two years ago; and it had been close to three years since you had slept with a man. It just wasn’t something you were interested in as you didn’t find anyone compatible with you.

“I think I’m a little underdressed,” you mumbled as you looked down at your outfit.

Steve squeezed your hand, making you look up at him. “You look beautiful sweetheart.” Your heart leaped in your chest as you nodded at him.

Walking into the restaurant, Bucky gave them the name of the reservation and you were escorted to a quiet booth in the back corner; Bucky and Steve on one side so they could face you. After order a bottle of wine, you took a hefty sip, hoping your nerves would go away.

“So, when did you two realize you were soulmates?” you asked, placing your glass of wine down on the table; your eyes were scanning between the two men in front of you.

Steve turned to Bucky, giving him a wink and an earth shattering smile, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “I met this jerk at the park when we were only six years old,” Steve said, leaning over to give Bucky a chaste kiss to his lips.

It had been known ever since Steve found Bucky a few years ago, that they were soulmates. They didn’t want to hide that from the public and they had an overwhelming response of positivity.

“Wow. Did you tell your parents? I mean, I just can’t imagine how things would have been in that time finding out your soulmate was another man I mean.”

Bucky laughed, shaking his head. “Oh you have no idea doll. We figured out rather quickly to keep it a secret from everyone.”

You watched them in front of you, your heart longing to be looked at the way the both of them looked at each other. Yet you never knew if you would get that. They had history; years together. And you had just met them. Would they ever feel that much love for you?

“What about you Rosalie? How did your parents react when they figured you had two soulmates?”

Your heart rate picked up and you quickly took a sip of your wine. “Umm, yeah I guess they weren’t really too happy about that.” Immediately, your walls were up, guarding yourself.

“Tell us about your family,” Steve asked with a smile.

This was exactly what you were hoping to avoid. You knew without a doubt they wanted to get to know you as that would be expected, but you weren’t ready; you weren’t ready to tell them about your past and you never wanted to tell them about your night job.

“Umm, well,” you stuttered out, not knowing how to begin. “I…I…I don’t really know what to say. My family-they uhh, they died in a car accident when I was 17.”

The men picked up on how uncomfortable you looked and you felt a two hands squeezing both of yours as they were placed on the table. Slowly, you looked up and met the concerned gazes of your soulmates.

“Hey, you don’t have to talk about it right now if you don’t want to. We won’t push you Rosalie. We don’t want to make you uncomfortable at all, that’s not our intention,” Steve spoke surely and you let out a deep breath, nodding your head.

The rest of dinner went by much more comfortably with conversations around favorite movies, books and sports. By the end of dinner, Steve paid for the bill and the three of you were heading back to your apartment so they could drop you off.

The sleek car pulled up in front of your apartment building and you could feel the uncertainty coming from Steve and Bucky. It didn’t take a genius to see that you lived in a pretty bad part of town, but it has been all you could afford; you were just happy to be living with a roof over your head; something you could at least afford on your own.

They walked you to your door and you had to internally cringe at the garbage that littered the hallway of the apartment building.

“Thank you for taking me out tonight,” you said quietly, still unsure of yourself in the presence of these two men who were utterly in love with each other.

They both smiled at you as they bent down and placed gentle kisses to your cheeks, making you blush.

“It was our honor doll,” Bucky replied, giving you a wink.

“We’ll see you tomorrow at the compound sweetheart,” came Steve’s remark.

“Goodnight,” you said before unlocking your door.

“Goodnight,” they said at the same time.

Once inside your apartment and with the door locked, you let out a deep breath. You were unaware of everything at the moment. While the date tonight went great with the three of you getting to know one another better, you had a feeling things could change in the blink of an eye if they found out where you spent three nights a week at. But you weren’t giving dancing up. You made a promise to Tommy that you wouldn’t back out of and if you were being honest, you loved the way dancing on that stage made you feel.

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Circles: 3

Things with Peter had seemed to accelerate once you’d both admitted that you had true feelings for one another. It seemed cliche and made you incredibly uncomfortable when you thought about how much of a stereotype you were becoming. Damaged girl meets class act boy, falls in love, hides feelings due to traumatic past, but in the end it’s all sunshine and rainbows.

Unless it wasn’t.

Your relationship with the handsome former MLB player was going so well, in fact, that a few weeks after you’d shared your feelings he asked if you wanted to move in with him. It was conveniently timed as your lease was up soon, and you’d begun to feel even more connected to Peter.

In a bold move, you’d begun packing and had informed your landlord that you’d be moving out at the end of the month. You kept the days in check on your calendar and found yourself growing giddy at the thought of moving in with him.

“But what if I snore really loud?” you’d asked one evening, your head in his lap as he brushed your hair back from your face.

“You do.” His answer was factual but he laughed despite the preciseness of his response.

You gasped and swatted at his hands to prevent him from touching you. “That’s a lie. You’re the one who snores, honestly. It’s so bad. It’s like I live in the woods of the Pacific Northwest and you’re a lumberjack who works overtime to meet his tree quota.”

He rolled his eyes dismissively and stood up, sliding you off of the couch and onto the floor in one swift movement. “You’ve thought long and hard about how you were going to describe that, didn’t you?”

From the floor, you poked your bottom lip out and grumbled loudly. “I can’t believe you just left me down here.”

Peter was silent until he came back into the living room with a bottle of wine and two glasses, sitting on the floor next to you with a thud. “I came back.”

“How sweet of you,” you replied dryly, but accepted the glass he handed you and took a sip of the bitter red wine he poured for you.

“Kind of hard to believe in just two weeks you’re going to be living here. We’ve already got movers ready, and your apartment is back up for rent. I even cleared out half of the closet for you,” he explained and carefully pulled you towards him with his arm around your shoulders. “Honestly I’m kind of nervous.”

“Nervous why?” you asked and peered up at him curiously.

He shrugged and drank a little more from his glass before answering. “It’s a big step. A good step, but a big step. I think it’s normal to feel nervous. Aren’t you?”

“No, not at all.” Your answer was too quick - and something in Peter’s eyes made you think that he was onto your games. But, if he knew, he didn’t say a word. How terrible would he feel if you told him that you’d become nearly sick thinking about moving in with him and how it was going to uproot your routine and your life. It was a selfish thought. If Peter cared enough for you to change his lifestyle for you, why weren’t you being just as open minded?

Peter seemed like he was under more stress than usual when you saw him that evening. He was short but polite, almost as if he had something eating away at him that he wouldn’t say. The only thing that really struck you as odd was that he insisted that you stay in, and that he would prefer it be at your place even though nearly everything you owned was packed up and waiting to be shipped off to his apartment.

“You seem like something’s really bothering you, and I know it’s probably work. I just want you to know that if there’s anything I can do to make your life easier, I’ll do it,” you reminded him as you wrapped up your paper plate takeout meal.

He smiled meekly and placed his hand on yours. “I appreciate that, Y/N. I really appreciate how good you are to me and how much I can trust you and depend on you even when I feel like I’m a burden.”

Your smile melted into a frown almost immediately. It was like he’d read your diary - or he had bugged your mind and was able to hear your every thought. “You’re never a burden. In fact, I truly enjoy helping you. It makes me happy to know I’m making you happy.”

“Why are you frowning?” he asked, but you waved him off and stood up to clean up the night’s mess.

“I just don’t like to see you sad.”

“Can’t be happy all the time. That’s not reasonable.”

You shrugged and leaned against the counter in your empty kitchen, folding your arms across your chest. “I know. But I’d like to think if I tried hard enough I could make you happy, infinitely.”

“You already do, I promise...” he trailed off with a sigh and stood up, closing the space between your bodies so he could wrap you in his arms. “I love you, Y/N. I don’t mean to leave so suddenly but I’ve got a huge case I’m working on and it’s gonna take up some of my time - more than usual anyway. Please, please lock the door once I’m gone and don’t answer it if you don’t 100% know who it is. Alright?”

“Okay, I’ll be extra cautious. Is there something I should be worried about?” You buried your face against his neck and pressed gentle kisses against his skin, lingering for a moment before you pulled away.

“I..” he began, but stopped. “No, it’s just this case that’s got my mind working in overdrive and I just want you to be extra cautious. You’re one of the most important people in my life and I don’t want anything happening to you.”

Communication with Peter had been somewhat spotty in the days leading up to your move. In fact, you’d only gotten one text back despite the few you’d sent him, and it was a very simple “okay” - very unlike him. You chalked it up to jitters, maybe he was worried about you moving in or maybe that case really was trying his patience.

The day before you were scheduled to move in with Peter, you sat in your office at work and read the closed captioning on the television. There had been some sort of trafficking case that had gone terribly wrong and it looked like it ended in casualties. Several names were scrolling across the bottom of the screen as you continued reading, until one name in particular scrolled across the screen and appeared with a picture.

Pamela Stone.

You stood up from your desk and grabbed your cellphone, stepping outside into the hallway for privacy.

“You’ve reached the voicemail of ADA Peter Stone. Please leave a message.”

You hung up and immediately called his office.

“ADA Peter Stone’s office. How may I help you?” Carmen greeted politely.

“Carmen, it’s Y/N. Is Peter in his office?” Your heart was pounding in your ears and you felt like you were going to pass out onto the floor.

“Y/N, I’m not sure if you heard...” she murmured into the phone.

“I just.. yes, I heard. Please tell me he’s there? I can’t get up with him and I’m worried...”

She sighed into the receiver. “I’m so sorry, but I haven’t seen him since yesterday. I haven’t been able to reach him, either.”

“Okay.. thank you, Carmen. Have a good day. I’ll speak with you again soon.”

Carmen reciprocated and you hung up the phone.

You walked back into the office and marched immediately to your office manager’s desk. “I need to leave.”

She looked up at you and gasped. “Oh honey you look like you seen a ghost!”

“Something like that. I’ll call you later,” you said and you turned on your heel to leave, listening to the popping of her gum as you grabbed your things and fled the office.

Peter wasn’t at his apartment. In fact, it didn’t look like he’d been there in a few days. When you unlocked the door and stepped inside it felt empty - as if there hadn’t been a soul present in sometime. The dishes in the sink spoke volumes about his time spent at home. It indicated very little. You scribbled him a note that read

Please call me. I’m so worried about you. I love you. x

And with that, you skipped over his office and went straight to SVU. Someone was bound to know where he was, and someone had to know what happened. Was this the case that he’d been talking about making him nervous? How did his sister, who was quite ill, end up in the middle of it all? Who would kill someone so innocent?

“May I help you?” the guard at the reception desk asked.

“Hi, yes, I hope so. I’m looking for ADA Peter Stone,” you explained, taking a quick glance at your phone to see if he’d called you back. Nothing.

“Ma’am, this isn’t the ADA’s office.”

You gritted your teeth and smiled with a clenched jaw. “Yes, I know. But he wasn’t in his office nor at his home, and I know he’s the ADA for SVU. Can I speak with Lieutenant Benson?”

He stood up and held his hand up to you to stay where you were. “Hang on, let me see if I can get someone to help you.”

A few minutes later the Lieutenant came walking towards you and guided you back to her office. She said nothing as you walked past the desks of the working detectives who all looked like they were exhausted and defeated.

“First of all, I just want to say it’s really nice to meet you finally, Y/N,” she said as she shut the door behind you and took a seat at her desk.

“Thank you, ma’am. It’s nice to meet you, too. I’m sorry that I just showed up. I didn’t know where else to go, honestly,” you explained and wrung your hands in your lap absently.

“I’m really sorry but Peter hasn’t been here, either.”

You nodded to state that you understood and stayed silent.

“When did you hear from him last?”

“Yesterday morning. And then I saw on the news today when I was at work... about his sister...” you trailed off and began tapping your foot on the floor nervously.

“After everything that happened last night, I wouldn’t be surprised if he needed some time.”

“Oh, yes. I know. I just want to make sure that he’s okay.”

On her desk, the Lieutenant’s phone rang. You glanced down just in time to see Peter’s name appear on the screen.

“If you’ll excuse me for just a moment,” she said and shot up, heading into an interrogation room to take the call.

You sighed in defeat. Peter was ignoring you. Fair enough, but it was a little too much for you to swallow at the time. While Benson was on her call with Peter, you silently left her office and the precinct.

Once out on the street, you made one more phone call.

“Doctor Harper? It’s Y/N. I know it’s not on schedule but I really need to see you, please.”

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ruthoakenshield · 4 years

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The Lady in Black Leather (chapter 7)

The Lady in Black Leather (chapter 6)

You walked down the hall to the bathroom and could hear the ribbing Richard was getting from his friends. You could hear them teasing him about ditching them to hang out in the kitchen with you last night.

Apparently, they didn’t realize you were still here and that you had spent the night cuddled in his arms.

You washed your face and got the little bit of make up off of your face that you had worn yesterday. You looked tired. You carefully undid your braid and finger combed through it. You headed back into Richard’s room to look for a comb or brush. You went into his bathroom and found a comb laying on the counter. Turning on the faucet, you ran it under the water and then started to comb out the sections of hair you pulled over your shoulder.

Once you got all of your hair combed out, you decided to just leave it long today. You pulled a couple of chunks at your temples into four strand braids and joined them in the back of your head, securing them with your elastic band.

You found Richard’s toothpaste and put a little on your finger and rubbed it around on your teeth trying to get rid of the gross feeling in your mouth. You rinsed your mouth and your finger with some water then went back into the bedroom and pulled your socks and boots back on.

You took a deep breath and quietly headed downstairs. You could hear Scarlett and Aiden’s voices along with Martin’s and Richard’s. You quietly crept down the stairs and stood at the bottom looking around at the living room. People were still passed out on the floor and on the sofa.

You quietly walked into the hallway leading to the kitchen and stood in the doorway watching everyone as you stuffed your hands into your front pockets and leaned against the doorway, crossing one foot in front of the other. You smiled at the banter being tossed back and forth between Aiden and Martin and Richard.

Suddenly you hear a beautiful voice behind you and turn your head to see a pretty blonde woman walking towards you. You shift and make room for her. She stops and greets you. “Oh, Hello! You must be Richard’s friend, Harley, was it?” She asked.

You heard everyone in the kitchen stop talking and turn to see you standing there. You nod and say, “Yes, I’m Harley. Who are you?” you ask.

She chuckles and Martin comes over to the two of you. “Darling you’re up!” he says as he scoots past you to kiss her. “Harley, this is my partner, Amanda.” He tells you.

You hold out your hand and she shakes it. “It’s nice to meet you Amanda.” You tell her.

She grins. “Nice to meet you too, Harley! You have such an unusual name, do you mind me asking where your parents got it from?” she asks.

You grin. “My dad was an American, my mom was from Nottinghamshire. They met in College when she came to the US as a foreign exchange student. Their first date, he took her for a motorcycle ride on his Harley.” You giggle. “And, well, the rest is history.” You smirk.

Martin looks at you surprised. “You’re named after a motorcycle!?!” he exclaims, getting an elbow in the ribs from Amanda.

You giggle and nod. “Yup. Mom always said I was just like his bike, fun, noisy, obnoxious, and stubborn.” You grin.

You feel hands snake around your waist from behind and look up to see Richard grinning down at you. “Well, now that you’ve met, can we get back to making breakfast?” he asks teasingly.

You grin and nod. You let out a shriek when he suddenly picks you up and carries you into the kitchen. Making you, Martin and Amanda all laugh.

Scarlett and Aiden look up from their make out session and grin. “So, you DID stay the night!” Aiden teases. “Thought you might have left and had Graham take you back to the apartment.” He said.

You shake your head as Richard sets you down by where he was working to make breakfast. “No, I’m not staying anywhere overnight alone until I get a guard dog or my ex is permanently out of the picture and no longer a threat.” You tell him.

Richard grins.

“What do you need a dog for?” Amanda asks.

You explain to her and Martin what is going on with your ex and how Richard and Graham want you to get a guard dog to keep you safe.

“That’s probably a good idea, Harley.” Martin tells you. “Restraining orders are a joke. They rarely work and only give the cops another thing to charge the person with. They do nothing to really protect a person from being harassed and attacked.”

You nod. Then turn to ask Richard what is for breakfast.

He nods to the stuff on the counter next to him. You see eggs, sausage, bacon, pastries, ham, and shredded potatoes.

You ask if you can help. He nods and points to the eggs. “Crack them in a bowl for me and I’ll make omelets for whoever wants one. There’s cheese, milk and peppers in the fridge.

Martin sighs, “Got anything vegetarian for breakfast, Rich?” he asks as he digs around in the fridge.

Richard grins, “Not sure what a vegetarian eats for breakfast, Martin, you’re welcome to what ever you find that you want to eat.” He tells him. “There’s cereal in the cupboard next to the fridge if you want that. I think there’s some soy milk in the fridge too.

Martin gives Rich the finger and then finds some food for breakfast and starts to eat. Richard looks at you and asks what you want in your omelet. You tell him, bacon, ham, shredded potatoes, peppers and cheese. He grins and nods. He makes you your omelet, then makes one for Scarlett and one for Aiden, one for Amanda and one for himself. Rich tosses you a bottle of aspirin once you finish eating so you can take some for your hangover headache.

The smell of food, finally wakes up the rest of the guests and they head into the kitchen and find stuff for breakfast. Some make omelets, some have scrambled eggs and ham or bacon, some have pastries, some have cereal. Everyone has coffee, which had to be made several times until everyone had a cup.

Everyone stood around talking and eating breakfast. Once the partygoers were done eating, they started heading out to go home. You helped Richard with the dishes and put them into the dishwasher while he rinsed them off. Once the dishwasher was full, you put the soap in and then ran it.

You head over to your jacket and backpack and pull out your phone. You see you missed several calls and listen to the voice messages. You call Officer Sand back and apologize for missing the calls. You explain what happened after you got done seeing the apartment and he chuckles. “Well, at least you’re safe.” He tells you.

You apologize for worrying him. “No problem, Harley. Did you want to meet up today so I can get the keys for your old apartment? The guys said they’d come help pack up your stuff today with me. We’ll take it to our storage facility that that PD uses, and we’ll store it there till you get a place.” He tells you.

“How did you like the O’Malley’s apartment?” he asked. You tell him you loved it, but aren’t sure if you’ll be able to afford it since it is slightly more expensive than your current place, and Mrs. O’Malley had to ask her husband if he’d allow you to have a guard dog. You ask him how to get the guard dog registered as a service animal so you can keep it with you at all times. He explains the process and tells you that if you need help with that, he knows someone who can help.

You thank him and the two of you set up a time and place to meet to give him the keys. You tell him to leave the keys on the counter once they have everything out and cleaned. You give him your landlord’s name and phone number and tell him to call your landlord when they’re almost done so he can come lock up the apartment and get the keys.

He thanks you and tells you he’ll see you soon.

You hang up and check your other voicemails. You have one from Todd telling you that Mr. O’Malley agreed to let you have the guard dog and the pet deposit would only be $150. He tells you to call him and let him know if you still want the apartment so they can set up a time to go sign the lease.

You hang up and sigh as Richard comes over to hold you in a hug. “What’s the matter, Love?” he asks.

“I need to sit down and figure out how much my budget is going to be with this new job. Todd says that Mr. O’Malley said I can have the dog at my apartment if I decide to get it and that the Pet Deposit will be $150.”

“That’s not much!” Says Scarlett. “How much is the rent and security deposit, Sweetheart?” She asks.

“Mrs. O’Malley said the rent was $850 and the Security Deposit was equal to the first month’s rent. I won’t be getting my deposit back from the old apartment because I had to break the lease, so I’m not sure. I might not be able to get the apartment for a month or so.” You say as you rub your face. “I just need to sit down and see where I am with all my bills. I need to call and cancel the electricity at the old apartment, which I should do today.” You remind yourself.

“Harley, there’s no hurry to get a place.” Aiden tells you. “I already told you that you can stay at my place for as long as you need.” he says.

“I know, Aid, but you live on the other end of town from my job and I don’t want to be getting rides every day. I miss my walks to and from work.” You tell him.

“You are always welcome to stay here, Harley.” Rich reminds you as he gives you a squeeze.

“I know, Rich. I appreciate both offers, but I need my own place right now. I have a lot of things I need to work through, and I need to know I can make it on my own without needing help every month with bills. My ex always demanded to handle everything, and it wasn’t until a few months before my surgery that I found out how much he had screwed things up for me. He totally ruined my credit and wasn’t paying bills and was taking my paychecks and blowing them on frivolous stuff. It took me months to repair the financial damage he destroyed. He had access to everything: credit cards, bank accounts… it all had to be closed or cancelled and re-issued under my name only and an identity theft warning was placed on my Social Security number and bank accounts so I’d know if he tried to use them.” You explain as you rub your face.

“I need to be able to just be myself and stand on my own two feet for a while and be able to do what I want, when I want. I appreciate the help you all offer and give, don’t get me wrong. This is just something I need to do for me and for my own piece of mind.” You explain.

“I understand, Love. Just know that we are here for you IF you decide you want help.” Richard tells you. Aiden, Sophie, Martin and Amanda agree and nod.

You thank them and sigh as Richard holds you in his arms. “So, what do you want to do today, Harley?” Sophie asks.

You think for a minute. “I need to head back to your apartment, Aid. I need to change clothes and sit down and figure out my budget before I do anything else. I need to meet Alex at the precinct to give him my apartment keys for 1pm. Todd wants me to call him back to let him know if I want the apartment or not and I suppose I should take a look at what my options are for guard dogs.” You reply.

“Graham has a friend who trains guard dogs.” Amanda tells you. “He has some wonderful dogs! Beautiful and EXTREMELY well trained. They come registered as service dogs if you’re getting them for personal protection. I assume you’d be taking it everywhere with you?” She asks.

You nod. “Yeah.”

“What kind of dog do you want?” Aiden asks.

“I don’t really know.” You reply. “I’m terrified of some kinds of dogs.” You tell him.

He looks at you confused, “Why?” he asks.

You look down at the floor. “I was charged by a Rottie and a Doberman when I was a toddler and they terrified me. They were inches from my face, growling and snapping at me. They had broken their ¼” thick chains and charged me and mom for some reason. Completely unprovoked.

Another time, our neighbor in an apartment building I lived in had a boxer and a pit bull. He had just taken them out of his unit’s door, when they saw me come up the stairs. They charged me and pinned me against the wall, barking and growling at me when I did nothing to provoke them. I don’t know if he wasn’t holding onto their leashes tight enough or at all, but they terrified me.” You tell him.

You feel Richard hold you close, and you feel safe in his arms. “Well, we’ll scratch them off the list, then.” Says Amanda.

Richard looks up at the clock on the wall. “Well if we’re going to get anything done today, I suggest we get a move on it. I’m going to go shower and get dressed.” He tells everyone.

“We had better head out honey.” Amanda tells Martin. “It was nice to meet you, Harley, feel free to join us and hang out and party whenever you like.” She says and gives you a hug. You hug her back surprised. You look over to Martin who also has a surprised look on his face, but grins and nods at you.

“Thank you, Amanda. I will try to join you all when I am able.” You tell her.

See you later, Rich, she tells him as her and Martin head out. “Thanks for the fun party and for breakfast!” she tells Rich as Martin pulls her down the hallway and out the door. Making everyone chuckle.

Rich looks at you. “I suppose you’re heading out with Aid and Scar?” he asks.

You look at them and they nod. You look back at Richard and nod.

“Come here,” he says and gives you a tight hug. “Thank you for coming to the party last night, and for this morning.” He whispers in your ear. “I love you, Harley. Please be safe and let me know how you’re doing later on today. If you want me to come hang out with you after a while, call me, Ok?” he tells you.

You look up at him and nod. “Ok, Rich.” You say. He leans down and gives you a deep kiss that lasts a few minutes. “God, you’re addicting!” he whispers as he breaks the kiss, causing you to blush. “and you’re beautiful when you’re blushing like that.” He teases, making you blush a deeper red.

“Rich what are you saying to her to make her so red?” Scarlett teases.

Richard looks up at her and smirks. “Wouldn’t you like to know!” he says with an impish grin.

Aiden just laughs, “Come on, ladies, let’s get going so Rich can go cool off in the shower!” he teases.

Richard holds you a little longer. “I wish you didn’t have to go and would stay here.” He tells you, “but I understand your reasons.” He says and reluctantly lets you go with another passionate kiss.

You giggle and go to grab your coat and backpack.

You give him another hug at the door, enjoying his manly scent and bare chest before Scarlett drags you out the door. “See you later.” You call out and wave to him as he stands in the doorway waving and looking like a lovesick puppy.

Rich sighs, and watches the three of you drive off. He closes the door and looks around at his now empty and too quiet home and sighs again. He goes around picking up the living room, thankful no one puked this time.

He takes out the garbage and then heads up to his room to shower. He notices your long strands of hair stuck in his comb on the counter and chuckled as he pulls them out and shook his head at how long some of them were. He thought Thorin’s wig length was annoying, he couldn’t fathom having hair as long as yours was.

Rich puts the comb back down on the counter and tosses the hair in the garbage, then strips down and climbs in the shower to freshen up.

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fandom-storm · 5 years

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Modern Au! Kakashi Hatake Relationship Headcanons Scenario?

((Time for more modern au headcanons!! *insert sirens* Now, I gave this some thought all day yesterday as well as all day today, and sorry it's a bit late. I was gone out of town for most of the day 😓. And I know these aren't exactly headcanons. They started off as headcanons, and then as I got writing I got carried away and it sorta turned into a kind of scenario. I guess? So, opps? I hope you guys like it. It's gonna be another long one.))

*NOTICE: This follows my modern au! Kakashi headcanons, so if you haven't read those, I suggest you check that out first*

How You Met:

It's most likely the two of you met while in college. Either the two of you had a class or two together, or you saw him studying alone in the library one day.

He wasn't the friendliest guy, nor very talkative. That was to be expected of the young genius, especially after all the rumors you heard about him.

One went on about how Kakashi's cursed, as everyone who grew close to him died in horrible ways. Another went on about how they heard he killed his best friend over a girl. But they were only rumors and you were never one for gossip.

When you'd pass him in the halls, see him studying alone in the library, or saw him in class, you'd give him his space. He was trying to study like you, so why bother the guy?

Though, when ever you would see him, you'd always give him a smile, saying an occasional hello and goodbye.

Sometimes he would do the same, other times he would ignore you. But those few times he would respond to you left your heart skipping a beat.

You may not have thought your little hellos or smiles ment much, and they didn't always. But sometimes they did brighten his day, even if just a little. That was something he wouldn't admit to you or himself until years later.

Eventually one stormy day, when it seemed that everyone had the same idea to study at the library, or at least take shelter from the storm, that was the day you really needed to study for an exam. And with just your luck, every table was full, all the study rooms were locked. All except one.

You found an unlocked door with a light on, and without thinking you opened the door to find Kakashi quietly studying. You appologized before asking if he'd mind letting you study in there too. Much to your suprise, he said yes.

Not many words were spoken between the two of you, until he glanced at your notes and told you they were wrong, or that you were using the wrong formula. To which you asked him how they were wrong or if he could help you. And again to your suprise, he helped you.

The two of you studied until you glanced back at the clock to realize it was past ten, and the library was closed. Just as you were about to panic, Kakashi told you it wasn't a problem as he knew a way out. (He'd had many late night/passed closed study sessions, so he knew how to break out easily at this point.)

After you guys left you went your separate ways to head home, at least that's what you thought until you realized you both were walking in the same direction. It didn't take long for you to find out that Kakashi actually lived in the apartment complex across the street from you. (He already knew you lived across from him, he just never said anything.)

Before the two of you fully parted ways, you thanked him for helping you study, he said that he didn't mind. You then flashed him your usual smile and bid him a good night, and to your delight, he smiled back and wished you a good night as well.

That was the night you came to the realization that you may or may not have had bit a crush on him. Even though you hadn't talked to him all that much in all the time that you had gone to school together.

Dating:

The two of you would probably begin dating about six months after he had graduated the police academy. The two of you had actually become friends and slowly became closer after that night at the library. So you both kept in contact after college, and while he went through the academy.

It took him a while to not only acknowledge, but accept his own feelings for you. He had already lost so many people, and he was scared about loosing you too.

It was Minato and Kushina who pushed him towards finally asking you out. And of course you said yes. (Minato was his first partner/mentor as an officer)

You both would go on dates when your schedules allowed it. Some dates consisting of him sneaking away for a quick lunch with you, or there were times when two of you would just spend the night in, with takeout and a movie. You both were happy with what time you had together.

Once he began to have more free time, he'd take you out on longer dates to museums, the movies or even just for long walks(by the dog park).

He may not have always been the most open boyfriend, but you loved him all the same.

After a little over a year and a half of dating, your appartment lease was about to expire, as was his(ironically around the same time), so you jokingly told him that it'd be cheaper if you had an apartment together, since at that point you both practically lived at one another's place. To your suprise and delight, he agreed.

You spent your next date apartment hunting. Which didn't take as long as you thought.

A couple months after moving in together, you adopted a dog together. A pug puppy that Kakashi named Pakkun.

That next year Kakashi proposed and you said yes, and you were married after a year of engagement.

((I am going to cut you guys off here. Marriage and Parenting will come in part 2, so please be patient. Hope you like'd my scenario/headcanons.))

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lovingthereign25 · 4 years

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Never Again

CH 16

A week has passed since you found out you were pregnant. Roman was back on the road and you made and went to your doctor's appointment by yourself which was nothing new being that your husband was a WWE superstar. You were about 9 weeks along. Usually when you were pregnant you wanted Roman home as much as possible it was kinda like you craved him in some weird way, his touch, his voice ,his kiss everything but this time it was different you blamed it on everything you two had been through in the last year and a half .Since Roman was on the road it gave you some time to think about things between you and him without Roman trying to aviod a fight by trying to have sex.

You were cleaning up from dinner when you hear your front door open

"Aunt Coco" you hear Luna yell in excitement

"Hey Angel face where's momma?" Courtney asked

"Here" you say carrying Levi on your hip.

"Oh shit look at how big my fat man got?" She squealed."give me give him to me"

You laugh handing Levi to your sister.

Your sister helps you put the kids to bed the you two head stairs for some much needed "sister bonding".

"So what brings you all the way to Florida and why didn't you tell me you flying in?" You ask sitting next to her on your back porch.

"Just wanted to see my sister, and my gorgeous niece and nephew" she says.

" Awe. They are gorgeous, aren't they?" You smile

"So how Roman?" She asks changing the subject

"Good, he's good on the road with work." You smile.

"And things between you guys are better?" She asks

"Mhmm" you lie

"No it's not what's wrong?" She asks picking up your lie

"Nothing. We're good." You say

"Y/n you may be able to lie to Raegen but I'm the sister you can't lie to now tell me" she demands

"We're gonna have another baby." You say running your hands over your face.

"Oh my gosh! Aww. Babes …..what why aren't you happy? You were thrilled with Lulu and Levi?" Courtney asks

" I am. I just didn't want a baby so close. Levi is gonna be only one next week!, and it's hard enough with two kids and Roman always on the road." You sigh

" Honey, this what you always wanted… Remember being with Martin and James and wanting a family so bad and they didn't and how your heart broke, then you met Roman, and now look you have the little family you've always dreamed of." She smiles hugging you

"Hey, there's my favorite sister in law" Roman says startling you both.

" Ro, what're you doing here you not supposed to be home until tomorrow night?" You ask

"Had an early match, left early" he smiles hugging Courtney.

"Well congratulations are in order I hear…. Again" she laugh

"You told people without me?" He asks

" Only Court" you shrug

" Oh I see, well thank you!" He smiles

"Well I'm gonna head out, I'll be here until after Levi's party, so I'll be around " she says

" thanks for the warning " you joke

After Courtney left you sat with Roman discussing the final touches on Levi's party.

"Can you believe he is already one!?!" You ask

" I can't! It feels like yesterday we brought him home" he smiles

"I know, it's so crazy. Like even Lulu she's 3!Can you believe she's 3?" You say tears starting to form.

"You gonna cry?, babe" he says walking over to you " Can you believe we're gonna have another with mini us" he says kissing your head.

"Yeah" you say placing your hand on your stomach.Roman placing his hand over yours.

" I love you" he says

"I love you too" you smile.

The next morning Roman let you sleep in while he got both kids up and made breakfast.

You put some decent clothes on and came down to the kitchen.

" Good morning, I was gonna bring you your breakfast up to bed" he says

"Oh thanks but I'll eat with my babies" you smile sitting next to Luna.

"Mommy, Daddy made pancakes!" She smiles with her mouth full.

" I see, they look delicious" you say kissing her cheek

" Hi mommy" Levi mumbles

"Oh hi my sweet boy" you kiss him as well

Roman sat across from you and for the first time in months you all sat as a family for a meal.

Luna went to play in the playroom, while Levi played in his pack.n play in the living room while you helped Roman clean up from breakfast.

"Hey, do you know where I put lease to my apartment, I know we keep it for family when they come but I think it's time to renew it"? He asks

"Check the bill drawer, that's where we put all the important papers" you say

Roman returned. His mood was a little different than before

"Find it?" You ask

"Yeah" he says

"So, I was thinking maybe after Levi' s party we can tell our family and friends about baby number 3?" You suggest

Roman didn't answer.

"You in there? Ro?" You giggle

"You were gonna file for divorce?" He asks

"What?" You say

" I found the papers Y/n! You were gonna file for divorce!" He says raising his voice.

" Roman those are so old. They are from when I found out about you and Kelsey." You explain.

"So why'd you keep them then?" He asks

" I don't know, wanted to see if we could work it out first" you say

"We remodeled since then so why were they in the new office in the bill drawer" he asks

" Because Ro, when everything came out about the baby and it being yours I was pissed so I took them out and thought about it" you admit

"Without talking to me" he snaps

"I told you if that baby was yours I was done Roman." You snap back

"Why didn't you sign them?" He asks

" Because" you simply say shrugging

" Because why Y/n?" He asks

" Because I saw you hold our son for the first time, and saw you with both Levi and Lulu and couldn't bring myself to do it, I wanted to believe me I wanted to so damn bad, but I loved you more" you say

"So if Autumn was mine, would you have signed them?" He asked walking closer to you

"I don't know" you admit.

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