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vigilante-3073 · 3 months

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Hold Me

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

PART 1

Summary: If you had the chance to save the one you love, would you take it?

Reader has the power to Teleport

TW: Angst, violence, blood, guns, denied feelings, love-hate relationship, super-soldier serum.

Musical recommendations: Can You Hold Me? By NF (Feat. Britt Nicole).

Bucky sat on the leather couch in his therapist's office in silence as she searched through his phone. He usually enjoyed the silence, but today it made him want to crawl out of his skin. Bucky turned his head towards the window, the sky was dark and it had started to rain outside. His bright blue eyes followed the raindrops dutifully as they rolled down the glass, Bucky had always liked the rain.

"Who is Y/N?" Doctor Raynor asked, looking up from his cellphone screen.

"My roommate," Bucky stated.

"You never told me you had someone living with you," She said.

"Because it doesn't matter," Bucky said. He couldn't stand Y/N and he certainly didn't want to take up a second of his therapy session talking about her.

"The two of you talk quite a lot. Almost every day by the looks of it... How did you meet this person?" Doctor Raynor asked, pressing the power button on Bucky's phone. She held out the phone to him and he took it, setting it down on the couch beside himself.

"Steve," He said, looking down at his hands.

"Do you know why Steve introduced you to them?" Doctor Raynor questioned, picking up her pen.

Bucky sighed, shifting in his seat, "No," He said.

"Can you tell me about Y/N?" She asked.

Bucky could feel himself getting frustrated, "I'm not here to talk about her," He snapped.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow wordlessly.

"Why do you even care?" Bucky questioned, sinking back into the couch.

"Because you do," She replied.

"I don't care about her. She has made my life hell since the day I met her," Bucky said.

"How has she managed that?" Doctor Raynor asked, scribbling notes down into her book.

Bucky huffed, "She's just annoying," He shrugged.

"How so?" The Doctor pushed, not looking up from her notes. Bucky wanted to toss that notebook across the room.

"Can we talk about something else?" He asked desperately.

"Nope," She stated, looking up at him with a small smile. Bucky knew that there was no getting around her.

He sighed heavily, folding his hands in his lap, "She's always checking up on me... Texting, calling, forcing me into stupid conversations about my day and making terrible jokes," He listed.

"Does it feel overwhelming? Having someone check up on you, I mean," Doctor Raynor asked.

Yes. Yes, it does. Bucky thought bitterly.

"It feels like I'm being smothered... I know she means well, but it's just too much," Bucky stated.

"Have you told Y/N about how you've been feeling?" The Doctor asked.

Bucky sighed again, "No," He said plainly.

"Why not?" Doctor Raynor questioned.

"I don't want to hurt her feelings," Bucky muttered. And it was true, she was a good person, just overbearing sometimes.

"Huh, sounds to me like you care about her," Doctor Raynor said, closing her notebook.

"I don't," Bucky stated.

"Whatever you say," She smiled.

...

"Bucky!" Y/N cried, body colliding with his as she knocked him out of the way when the gunshot rang out.

The pair hit the suddenly sandy ground, rolling down the beach.

Bucky landed on his back with her body on top of him. He squinted up at the bright sky above them.

The leaves of palm trees rustled in the warm breeze, a few seagulls flying by overhead as the sound of ocean waves crashed against the shore.

"Where the hell are we?" Bucky asked, turning his head to see a large body of water with waves gently lapping at the shore.

They certainly weren't in Latvia anymore.

"I don't know," Y/N said, pushing herself up onto her knees with a grimace. She looked down at herself, "Shit," She muttered, Bucky looked up at her.

Y/N pressed her hand against her stomach, pulling it back to see her palm coated in blood.

Bucky sat up, looking down at her, "We need to get you to a hospital. Do you think you can portal us back?" He asked.

"Yeah, I-I think so," She stood up with Bucky's help, keeping her hand pressed against her stomach.

Y/N held onto his arm, closing her eyes as she tried to focus.

Nothing happened.

Y/N opened her eyes, "Bucky, it's not working," She said shakily, her eyes glossing over with tears.

"You can do this," Bucky assured, squeezing her arm reassuringly.

"Bucky, I'm scared," She mumbled, a single tear breaking loose and rolling down her cheek.

Bucky quickly wiped it away with his thumb, dread beginning to settle in his stomach when he noticed how pale she was getting, "I know. But you need to stay calm right now," He said.

"I don't want to die," She whimpered, gripping onto him desperately.

"You are not going to die. I won't let that happen, alright?" Bucky assured, cupping her cheek in his palm. More tears spilled down her cheeks as she nodded.

"I need you to focus, sweetheart. Get us back," Bucky instructed.

Y/N would be going into shock soon.

Bucky watched her as she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. He could feel her trembling in his hold.

Nothing happened.

Y/N opened her eyes again, "I can't do it," She mumbled tiredly, knees buckling underneath her.

Bucky stepped forward, catching her and gently lowering her down to the sand below.

He knelt beside her, "I need you to keep your eyes open, doll," Bucky instructed. His heart started to race as panic set in.

Y/N was going to die right in front of him.

"Stay with me," Bucky ordered, taking her hand. Her body slumped against his chest, "I'm sorry," She mumbled.

"You don't have anything to be sorry for, sweetheart," Bucky assured, desperately trying to keep his emotions in check. He couldn't afford to break down right now, he needed to be strong for her.

"Can you hold me, please?" Y/N asked softly. Bucky nodded, carefully maneuvering her body into his lap with his arms holding her securely against his chest.

Her tired eyes stared out at the glistening ocean, "I certainly picked a beautiful place to die," She mumbled.

"You're not gonna die," Bucky choked out.

"It's okay. At least I'm with you," Y/N said softly.

She may have been a pain in the ass.

She may have been annoying at times.

But Bucky needed her.

Somewhere buried underneath all his fraudulent hate, he had fallen in love with her.

Bucky looked down at her as her grip on his hand went loose. Her eyes drifted shut, head leaning against his chest.

"Hey, Y/N. Y/N, open your eyes. Come on," He called shakily, tilting her head up to see her face. Bucky rubbed his thumb across her cheek, jostling her body in his arms, "Open your eyes," He pleaded, tears gathering in his eyes.

He could hear her heartbeat slowing in her chest. He looked up at the ocean, feeling the warmth of the sun on his skin as tears rolled down his cheeks.

Bucky knew that he couldn't save her on his own, but he'd be damned if he left her alone to die. His body shook as he sobbed, cradling her in his arms.

Bucky looked over as something reflective caught his eye in the sand.

A syringe of blue serum.

It must have gotten swept up with them when Y/N portalled them out.

The serum could save her life or kill her, but she was going to die without treatment regardless.

Bucky reached over, grabbing the serum from the sand. The serum would give her a fighting chance and that was good enough for Bucky.

He stabbed the syringe into her thigh, watching the blue serum move from the vial and into her bloodstream.

For now, he would sit on the beach and hold her in his arms while watching the tide roll in.

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strawberri-elixir · 4 months

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Sleepless nights

╰⇢ 5. “I’m not jealous”

Warnings: none… except a joke about yuta having a kill list

note: MORE WRITING :> i’m sure you guys are tired of it

“What are you two weirdos doing.” You watch Maki and Yuta sending each other odd looks. Was this really because they were arguing over who was your best friend?

“Nothing.” Maki crosses her arms as she looks away, clearly pouting.

“Uh huh.” You give her an unamused look before looking at Yuta with the same look.

“What?” He shoots you an innocent look. “Oh and I want you to meet that friend I was telling you about!”

You watch as Yuta calls out to someone from the other side of the room, motioning for them to join your table group. As the summoned boy approaches, you start to notice some… oddly familiar features.

Platinum blond hair, hazel eyes… a surgical mask (which you found a little odd). Despite wearing a mask during your nighttime adventures with Yuta, you never wore it at school to avoid any unnecessary attention.

But something about the boy in front of you with the mask just gave you a sense of déjà vu. Like you’ve seen him somewhere before…

“It’s you!” The pieces finally clicked.

“You know him?” Maki gives you a surprised look.

“He’s the hot weirdo I was telling you about!” You pointed at the boy.

Maki just stared at you, an amused expression on her face. One awkward cough from Yuta later and you realized you spoke a little bit louder than you expected.

“My bad. Sorry about that.” You awkwardly smiled.

“Well this is Toge Inumaki. He’s the friend who i’ve been meaning to introduce to you guys for a while actually.” Yuta smiles slightly.

“Nice to meet you!” You chuckle.

“Yo.” Maki gives him a nod, which the blond returns.

“So, Inumaki! Tell me a little about yourself!” You focus your attention on the newest member of your table group.

Inumaki doesn’t respond. At least not verbally. Instead, he pulls out a little notebook and flips to an empty sheet and hands you the book.

‘I’ll answer whatever questions you have’ The paper reads.

You happily take out a pen of your own, writing down all sorts of questions that you could possibly have for the boy.

‘How old are you?’

‘17’

‘What’s your favourite food?’

‘Tuna mayo onigiri’

The two of you eventually take turns exchanging questions ranging from simple hobbies to deep philosophical questions, completely oblivious to your other desk mates.

Yuta stared at you smiling at Inumaki, an ugly feeling settling in his stomach. He had to physically cover his view of the two of you in order to divert his attention.

“I didn’t know you were friends with Inumaki.” Maki raises an eyebrow at the boy.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Met him in English since he sits right next to me.” Yuta shrugs, looking back at you and Inumaki scribbling away on a sheet of paper.

The two of you continued to communicate through paper for the rest of class, occasionally pretending to pay attention to the teacher to avoid getting in trouble. And before you knew it, the bell had rung, telling everyone it was finally the end of the day.

You happily packed your bags and walked out of the room with Yuta and Maki. “See you tomorrow!” You waved to the blond boy before you left.

“Any fun plans tonight?” Maki yawned.

“Nope.” You and Yuta responded in unison. A smile appearing on your face as the two of you look at each other.

“Maybe I’ll stop by later.” Yuta gives you a smile.

“I’ll be waiting then!” You grin.

“Alright lovebirds, I’m off, see you guys tomorrow.” Maki waves as she stops at her locker. “Don’t do anything gross.” The teasing was clearly directed at Yuta, but he made no attempt to make that obvious.

You shoot the girl a smirk before wrapping your arm around Yuta, giving her a sly grin. “Who knows? Because unlike you, we enjoy physical contact with each other.”

You’re so absorbed in your playful banter that you totally miss the way the face of the boy next to you turns red. Regardless, he shakes it off before the two of you continue down the hall.

Boy was he thankful of your obliviousness.

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new character met! ╰⇢ Inumaki!

- congratulations! you've successfully met everyone! -

fun facts:

— maki and yuta are always fighting over who is your favourite person (yuta has a one up on maki because he’s your childhood best friend)

— aside from maki, nobara was the first of your friends to notice yuta’s longing looks at you (megumi is a close second) which then sparked the beginning of the ‘cupids’ group chat

— inumaki was actually the one to talk to yuta first in their english class

— maki’s pov in the ‘cupids’ chat <3

taglist:

@sur-i-ki @aespaforlifersyall @camilo-uwu @butterflyqueen234 @shinsukeee @tanchosanke @emii4evr @lees-chaotic-brain @you-always-made-me-blush @jayathelostdragon @chilichopsticks @polarbvnny @instantmusico @sad-darksoul

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scarletwinterxx · 1 year

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End to Start - Bonus Chapter

hello! so this one is another request/epilogue/bonus for one of the series I did. You can check it out here: End to Start

if you have a request or scenario you want me to do, just send me a message I'll see what I can do😊💌

I was wondering if you can do an epilogue about it 👀 maybe when jae and mc finally have the big wedding, move into a bigger space and soon after have a kid 😭

For my other works you can check them out here, and for my other story series’ you can check them out here.

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"Hey can you pass me the salt?" Jaehyun said, holding his hand out expecting you to hand him the salt. A few seconds passed, surely it wouldn't be hard to hand him the salt since it's just right beside you.

Wondering what was taking you so long, he looks over at you only to see you already looking at him with this goofy grin on your face.

Instantly he mirrors your smile, internally gushing how cute you looked. If only there was an award for being the most smitten husband, Jaehyun's sure he'd have that award in the bag.

"What's with that look?" he asks you, a smirk on his lips. Loving how smitten you looked, nothing but love in your eyes. Love he knows is only for him and him only.

"Nothing, you just look hot right now" you tell him, getting the salt from the spice rack before passing it over to him. Pursing your lips as if to stop yourself from spilling the secret to him too early.

"I'm just cooking here peacefully and you're over there thirsting over me" he tells you, playfully pinching you on the side earning a yelp from you. When he stopped with his attacks, you stand on your tiptoe, hugging him sideways.

Jaehyun looks over you, rubbing his nose against yours before you close the gap between your lips. Loving the flavor of his chapstick, your favorite one. Jaehyun being the good husband, remembering that time he kissed you and you mentioned to him how you liked that flavor of chapstick so of course Jaehyun stocked up on that specific one.

You smile against his lips, kissing him for a few more seconds before stepping away.

"I say it's a good bargain, I'll go set up the table" you give him one more smooch before walking away. Jaehyun lets out a laugh, loving every domestic second of this life he shares with you. It's been a few years since the small intimate wedding, the two of you settled well.

You love your job and managing your now few shops, yes you have since then expanded your business. Some people would think marrying Jung Jaehyun made that possible but really it was all you, and Jaehyun's so proud of you for accomplishing all of that. He would never claim the success you earned by yourself, he's glad to be standing beside you cheering you on while you make your dreams into reality.

The best part of your day though would probably coming home to him. He's a busy man, managing his family's business, taking trips overseas and the extra long meetings but even then Jaehyun never made you feel like you weren't top of his priority list. When you asked him if it's okay to finally have that big wedding Johnny has been bugging you about (yes, he never gave it a rest) Jaehyun all but proposed to you again.

"So, everything's set for the wedding right? We didn't forget anything?" Jaehyun ask, stepping out of the bathroom after his shower to find you looking through the wedding planner notebook

"Nope, everything's all set. All you have to do is show up and say I do" you playfully answered, beckoning for him to come to you.

Like you had control over his body, Jaehyun steps towards you. Leaning down to capture your lips against his. He feels your arm go around his shoulder, pulling him down on the bed along with you. Careful not to crush you under him, he continues on kissing you like it was his only purposes in life.

When the two of you broke apart you had this smile on your face, "I have a secret to tell you" you whisper even though it's just the two of you

"Do tell, Mrs. Jung"

"Promise first it'll be our little secret for now" you say, holding out your pinkie for him to take. Jaehyun chuckles before linking his pinkie with yours. Kissing you on the nose, eliciting a giggle from you.

"I'm pregnant"

It felt like time stopped when he heard you say those words. You wait for him to say something, afraid he was mad because of the news you just told him but then he was off you, tugging you along with him.

"Say that again" he asks you, holding you an arms length away

"I'm pregnant" you mumble, about to burst out in tears then suddenly but gently he engulfs you in a hug. Kissing every surface of your skin he comes in contact with.

Jaehyun is over the moon.

He's going to be a dad, you're going to a mom. The you of you are going to be parents.

"Are you sure? How do you feel? Are you and the baby okay?" he asks

You laugh at his reaction, hugging him again. "Yes, I'm sure. I took like 20 tests. They're all in the guest bathroom cabinet. I feel okay now, but remember when I got sick last last week and I thought it was just a bad flu well turns out it wasn't. It's actually your kid causing it" you joke

"We're going to have a kid?"

You can't help but melt over your husband's words. He looks so excited and happy it's making you even more excited for this next chapter of your lives.

"Yes" you tell him and Jaehyun swears he just fell in love with you even more.

After that, Jaehyun demanded yes demanded cuddling time with you. So now the of you are in bed just talking about all random things to do in the future with your kid.

"Wait, so how long have you known?" he asks

"Two days, I was going to tell you before the wedding as a gift but I didn't want to freak you out too much so"

Jaehyun nuzzles his face on your neck as you explain to him how you found out. It still feels surreal you created another human being together, just thinking about you carrying his child gets him so excited for the future.

"Should we move?"

You haven't thought about that but now that he mentions it, it seems like a good idea. The penthouse has been your home since the two of you got married, since it was just the two of you the place has been more than enough.

"Should we? Is it a good time thought?" you ask back

"After the wedding we don't have anything to do, if it isn't too much trouble for you then I say why not. We'll need the extra space for the babies"

"You mean baby?"

"Babies, I'm preparing for the future" that earned him a playful punch.

"I haven't even given birth to this one and you're already planning the next one?"

"Baby, I'm willing to be the father of however many kids you want to carry. It will always be up to you, I'll just be here to hold your hand and give you everything you need"

"Even when I crave something so random and hard to find?" you ask him, Jaehyun looks back at you. Staring you directly in the eyes, communicating the words he isn't sure how to say. Just like just how much he's willing to do for you, if and when you ask him he'd go to the ends of the Earth if that's what you desire for him to do.

"Even then, love. Don't worry about wanting to anything. just say it and I'll get it for you okay?"

Kissing him again, there's really one thing you crave the most. Him.

"Just you"

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jerzwriter · 1 year

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A Different Fate... Part 2 - Ethan's POV

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee) feat. Tobias Carrick

Rating: Teen

Words: 2.7 k

Category: Short-Series/AU

Summary: A conversation with his friend, Tobias, has Ethan recalling a night from long ago and how it still lives in his heart to this very day.

A/N: @youlookappropriate ask and ye shall receive. lol I hope you enjoy this. Participating in @aprilchallenge Dinner, Laughter, Love

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“Hey, Buddy!”

Tobias barged into Ethan’s office without so much as a knock, then plopped into the chair in front of his desk with a familiarity and ease that still made Ethan uncomfortable, even after all these years. Worse yet, he knew what was coming next. As anticipated, two Burberry loafers were now resting comfortably beside his inbox. On most days, Ethan would be barking at his accidental best friend. But today, the list of things on his mind was long, and his “buddy” being obnoxious didn’t even make the top ten.

“Did we get the results back for Spencer?” Ethan asked without turning from his laptop.

“Nope,” Tobias replied, refusing to look up from his notes himself.

Ethan slunk back into his chair with a sigh of frustration. Rubbing his eyes beneath his glasses before placing them on his desk. He officially had enough of today.

“Yeah,” Tobias acknowledged, tossing his notebook aside. “It’s been a long one. I think I’m through, too.”

“I won’t be able to rest until we get that kid’s results.”

“Same here,” Tobias replied. “But the lab said early tomorrow was their best estimate. I was just hoping for a miracle.”

A sad chuckle escaped Ethan as he stared out the window into the Boston twilight.

“Miracles… I gave up on believing in them long ago.”

Tobias had at least a half-dozen witty comebacks at the ready, but one look at Ethan’s forlorn face and he decided it wasn’t the time.

“You know, we should consider attending the AMA’s pediatric conference next month. I’ve been saying it would be helpful to expand our knowledge base there for years.”

“We get about six peds patients a year… do you think that’s the best way to utilize our limited time?”

“We might get more if we improve our pediatric outcomes,” Tobias shrugged. “Plus, I know I speak for both of us when I say failing at these cases messes with our minds way more than others.”

“You’re right on that,” Ethan agreed.

“So that settles it. I’ll make the arrangements.”

“No… hold off.”

“Why?”

Ethan tried to come up with a believable excuse but failed terribly. “Make arrangements for yourself if you like. But I’ll have to look at my schedule before I can commit.”

Tobias glanced at his phone, the conference’s homepage already on his screen… Join us for three days in New York City.

“You know…” Tobias grumbled. “She’s not listed as a speaker. Her specialty isn’t Peds, and in a city of eight million people, odds are, you won’t see her.”

Ethan sat up defiantly and placed his glasses back on the bridge of his nose. He returned to work without offering Tobias the dignity of a response. Undeterred, his friend continued.

“Of course, there are those who believe the two of you running into each other wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world… and I find myself firmly in that camp.”

“All right, stop!” Ethan barked. “It’s been eight years, Tobias. Eight years! When are you, Naveen, everyone… when are you going to stop?”

Tobias raised a brow as he collected his notebook from Ethan’s desk and stood up. He was already heading toward the door when he spoke again.

“I don’t know,” he yawned, turning around with a smile as he grabbed the knob. “I guess I’ll stop when you stop thinking about her. Until then…”

Ethan considered throwing something at him, but he was already gone. Just as well, his reaction would have told Tobias the one thing Ethan didn’t want to admit: He was right. They all were. No matter how much he tried to deny it, even to himself.

“When I stop thinking of her,” Ethan muttered to himself. “Good luck with that happening.”

Moving to the window, he stared down at the city below as dusk began to fall. The throngs of people below reflected the change in day. Fewer business suits, more dressy clothes. It was Friday night, after all, and that mattered to most people. A lump formed in his throat as he pulled down the shades, doing his best to block memories of a time when it mattered to him.

~~~~~

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been counting the hours all day. After adjusting the cufflinks on his shirt, he checked his reflection in the mirror one last time. Reservations at No. 9 Park, where he planned on sparing no expense. Followed by a stroll around Boston Common and The Public Gardens, places they had shared so many memories over the past three years, then capping off the night with drinks at Roxanne’s. The whole evening would take place in Beacon Hill, the very neighborhood Kaycee told him she dreamed of settling down in one day. It could be the perfect way to convince her to stay in Boston if that was what he intended to do.

A quick splash of the after-shave she gifted him on his birthday last year, and he was just about ready to go. He needed just one more thing… He remembered the day Kaycee helped him shop for the navy blue blazer he slipped into that night. It was unseasonably warm, so it wasn’t needed… but Kaycee loved it. She’d comment on how it brought out the blue in his eyes each time he wore it. While Ethan questioned that, there was no questioning the way her eyes raked over him whenever it was worn. So the blazer was joining him tonight, even if he didn’t consciously understand why.

Then she opened the door. He had thought this a hundred times before, and he was confident that if he had the privilege of seeing her every day for the rest of his life, he would repeat it daily… and mean it every time. But as of tonight, he had never seen her look more beautiful. Her long golden locks draped over her delicate shoulders, the way her pale blue dress hugged her every curve, the light that never stopped sparkling in her eyes, and that smile that melted his heart. All eyes were on her, and why wouldn’t they be? She was exquisite, inside and out. Radiating the glow of a woman with the world on a string. They weren’t only celebrating the end of her residency but the start of her star rising to heights they could only imagine. Kaycee MacClennan was about to take the world by storm, and Ethan couldn’t be more proud. Not only because of his role in helping her grow into the doctor she would become, but because she could celebrate with anyone tonight… but she chose him.

They dined, they talked, they danced, and she laughed… a melodic sound that was more beautiful than any symphony he could ever hear. A sound that would replay in his mind until the end of time. Kaycee. Her name had become like a prayer on his lips. Ethan Ramsey didn’t believe in many things outside the realm of science, but he believed in her with all his heart and soul.

“To you,” he beamed, champagne flute in hand. “To one of the most brilliant minds, coupled with the kindest heart I’ve seen in all my years. This is just the beginning for you, Kaycee, and I know I’ll be in awe of the places you go.”

“Ethan,” she blushed. “Stop. I owe so much of where I am to you. You’ve taught me so much, and I know I wouldn’t have made it through some of the trials of these past few years without you. So, this toast is as much for you as it is for me.”

“Nonsense!” He rebuffed.

“Hey! You said this is my night; if it is, I say we share this toast. OK?”

“Fine,” he surrendered with a laugh, “but only because you’re the boss tonight. Cheers!”

“Cheers!” she beamed.

Their crystal glasses met with an echoing ring, and Kaycee never looked happier. But, as the bubbly liquid began tickling Ethan’s lips, he felt his pride and happiness begin to morph into a far more familiar emotion… fear.

“Did MacClennan talk to you about NYU/Langone’s offer?”

“Who, me?” Ethan asked.

Tobias rolled his eyes dramatically. “No, the other 6’4” goon sitting across from me. Who am I talking to? Of course you!”

“Uh, no… not really. She mentioned it in passing, but we didn’t have a chance to discuss it. She told you about it?”

“Well, yeah. But chances are, I let her speak. Did you do the same?”

Ethan’s silence provided Tobias with the answer he needed.

“Look, this probably isn’t my business….”

“Then it’s best you stop.”

“I’d do that if I didn’t give a fuck about you… or Kaycee…, but I give several fucks about both of you. So that gruff little attitude you pull may make her scurry away, but you should know better than to think it’ll work on me. Ethan… talk to her.”

“About what?”

“About what comes next! You’re her mentor, aren’t you? And let’s stop pretending you’re not a whole lot more.”

“Kaycee’s brilliant… and she has a host of people to discuss things with… including you, apparently….”

“Cut the shit, Ethan. She can get a professional opinion from me, from Harper, from Naveen… but we can’t give her the answers she needs from you.”

“And what answers would that be?”

“Give her a reason to stay… of give yourself a reason to go… or tell her you’re not a factor… but stop leaving the poor woman in limbo.”

“She needs to make these choices based on what’s best for her. Nothing more.”

“And what if what’s best for her includes you?”

A snort escaped Ethan as he gathered his papers, his escape already underway. “That’s unlikely, Carrick. And even if it were true, she has to do what’s best for her professionally… personally comes and goes. No use basing her future on a dream.”

“For a man so smart….”

“Good night, Tobias.”

“Is everything OK?” Kaycee asked.

Ethan cleared his throat and excused himself. Confusion turned to panic as he rushed to the restroom for an escape. He leaned forward with the door locked behind him as anxiety gripped his chest. He loved her and knew she loved him… but love was fleeting; it always had been, and he saw no reason to believe it wouldn’t always be. He could uproot his life and follow her, it would be inconvenient if things didn’t work out, but he’d rebound. His career and wealth were established enough that he’d survive, but what about Kaycee?

The truth was, Ethan knew all about the offer at Langone, and it was beyond anything Edenbrook could match. She’d be an absolute fool not to take it. But he knew… one word from him, and she’d remain at Edenbrook in an instant… denying herself, denying the world of all she could offer. And for what? For him?

He looked in the mirror, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as his heart battled with his head. But what if she was the one? What if this was real and they were two halves that made a whole, two people who would always be more perfect together than apart? It went against every notion, every belief he held. Fairy tales didn’t exist. Ethan Ramsey knew that. There wasn’t a single couple in his life that he envied. After spending time with most, he’d return home, grateful for the solitude that had become his life. People hurt us, betray us… leave us. Medicine doesn't do that; knowledge doesn't either. At the end of the day, he could take comfort in what he achieved… knowing who he saved… because his focus was where it should be. Where Kaycee’s should be right now, where…. But he loved her.

He splashed cold water on his face and gathered himself. There was only one thing of which he was certain; this night was a celebration, one she richly deserved, and he wasn’t going to deprive her… or himself… of that. It wasn’t too much to ask for, one perfect night each could hold onto forever, no matter what story tomorrow told.

So he returned to the table, and Kaycee had no idea anything was amiss. The night proceeded just as he had planned until…

“I had a lovely time tonight,” she said as they approached her door. “You really didn’t need to go so overboard.”

“But I did. It was a celebration, one you richly deserved.”

“It was, wasn’t it… but….”

“But?”

“…it was more than a celebration; I’m just unclear. Was tonight so special because it marked a beginning or an end?”

His years in the medical field allowed him to retain a game face, even as panic welled inside. This was it. She wasn’t taking maybe as an answer anymore, and why should she? She had been patient with him, more than patient, and he’d be a fool to expect any more. She had a decision to make, but so did he, and had afforded him three years to decide… so why was he still so lost?

“Kaycee… you haven’t even made a decision about your next step yet… you should do that….”

“I have,” she interrupted, “I have. All I need to know is, have you made a decision about your future? Yours and mine.”

He took a step closer, lacing his fingers with hers as he gently stroked her cheek. He longed to see her blue eyes sparkle in the moonlight, but she had turned them away.

“Kaycee, you know how I feel about you, and you know how much you mean to me. But….”

He never got to finish. Everyone has a limit, and he could tell Kaycee had reached hers. If he had acted quickly, a grand gesture or confession could have saved them, but neither was to come.

“I can’t do this again. I’ve made my choice, and you’ll have my resignation on your desk tomorrow. I have to go where I’m wanted… where I’m needed, and that’s not here.”

He could hear his father, Naveen, Tobias… himself... screaming, “Tell her, just tell her how you feel!” But he had taught himself to silence these voices for over half his life, and if he was ever going to change, it wasn’t going to be tonight.

“I’ll always cherish tonight… I’ll cherish all of our memories over the past three years, Ethan. I just wish I hadn’t allowed myself to believe that - this - might be forever.”

“Forever can take on many meanings,” he frowned. “Sometimes forever doesn’t necessarily mean forever… not in this way, but that doesn’t mean we won’t….”

“I know…” she whispered. “I know. I… I should go inside. Good… goodbye, Ethan.”

Ethan Ramsey was a man of science and didn’t believe in many things outside of its realm. But a bright and beautiful young doctor had stepped into his life and changed all that. He believed in her. He believed in her with all his heart and soul, if only he could learn to believe in himself.

~~~~~

A single tear rolled down his cheek as he recalled that night. Eight years ago should feel like a long time, but the wound was as fresh as if it were created yesterday. The moment as real as if it had happened just seconds before.

He looked down at his desk and shook his head with a chuckle. A flyer for the AMA convention was conspicuously left behind.

“You don’t stop, Tobias. Do you?”

Ethan pulled out his phone, his heart racing as he scrolled his contacts to find the one name he could never bring himself to delete. It had been eight years, and he had no idea if her number was still the same, but it was all the hope that he had.

Kaycee, it’s Ethan… in case you deleted my number long ago, and I wouldn’t blame you if you had. I know this is out of the blue, but I will be attending the AMA’s pediatric conference in New York with Tobias next month, and I was wondering if you’d like to meet for dinner or even coffee or drinks. It’s been entirely too long, Kaycee. What do you say?

He stared at the message for what felt like an eternity. His thumb toggled rapidly between “send” and “delete.” Then he fell back with a sigh. He had finally made his choice.

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magicalrocketships · 8 months

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Books!! Thanks to @officialmood for the tag :)

An estimate of how many physical books I own: Me, staring at my bookcases and doing an estimate per shelf x number of shelves... maybe 500? (and if you include ebooks, then there are 304 books in my to read folder and 339 in my read and keep folder). AND I did a big clear out before I moved last year. And took four bags to the charity book shop earlier this year. I cycle a lot of second hand books in and out tbh.

Favorite author: There are loads of favourite books and I could pretty much go on about most of the books on my shelves, but I think I could continue to lose myself in Lois McMaster Bujold's books over and over and over again. I know that Georgette Heyer books are very much Of Their Time but it is also true that if I ever need a comfort read then I know what to reach for.

A popular book I've never read and never intend to read: Godddddddddd. Liza said Infinite Jest and I also have zero intention of ever reading this. But SO MANY.

A popular book I thought was just meh: Red, White, and Royal Blue. I did not get along with Wolf Hall, but I also didn't get that far into it before giving in.

Longest book I own: Toss up between the Neal Stephenson Baroque Cycle volumes, War and Peace, Samantha Shannon's The Priory of the Orange Tree (although I've lent this out and probably won't get it back), and Victoria Goddard's Hands of the Emperor / At The Feet of the Sun. They're all pretty chunky, without doing any specific investigation.

Longest series I own all the books to: Elinor M. Brent-Dyer's Chalet School series (approx 62 books, depending on which editions you own). After that, Lois McMaster Bujold's Vorkosigan series.

Prettiest book I own: I don't own any where the cover is the prettiest thing I've ever seen, but I do own a queer historical photography book where together the inside and out is the prettiest visual history. Some of my books are v pretty because of the way they make me feel, but that's a different question.

A book or series I wish more people knew about: Maybe Hands of the Emperor by Victoria Goddard? There's a core few of us that feel a lot about it. One of my very oldest internet friends that I haven't seen in years sent me a package earlier in the year that was just a notebook that had reminded her of this book and therefore it was a necessity to share it with me (she was right to do this). I also kind of want more people to talk to about Joan Aiken's Black Hearts in Battersea series.

Book I’m reading now: I'm listening to Jingo by Terry Pratchett, have just picked up the second Sandman volume, and I'm partway through Our Wives Under The Sea by Julia Armfield (although I realised last night that it was too creepy for me to read in bed, lollllllll)

Book that’s been on my TBR list for a while but I still haven’t gotten around to it: BRB just going to stare into an invisible camera, my goodreads to read pile is 462 books long and is only made up of stuff that I own / once owned and is probably not up to date with paperbacks. Let's say The Simarillion, because I've probably intended to read that since I was a kid (and have not yet managed it). I've read 133 books so far this year and yet my to read pile never gets any fucking smaller.

Do you have any books in a language other than English: Nope. I used to own some HP books in German and Latin but I did not keep them. I am not very good at languages, although me and the Duolingo owl are trapped in a daily standoff.

Paperback, hardcover or ebook?: Mixture of all three. Love a good paperback but I am... gently allergic to paper, so sometimes if I've read too many paper books my hands pay the price, and on the whole I do believe that skin should stay on my body, where I've put it, rather than peel off and bleed. A healthy mix of ebook and paperbook in general, with the odd hardback.

People have probably already done this, but tagging @junkshop-disco, @magog83, @dearmrsawyer, and @pennyplainknits.

#waffling on about books

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supercriminalbean · 1 year

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Family Love.

BAU x GN!Reader.

Summary: Your getting married, and your team helps you get ready. When Rossi realizes how stressed you are he offers you some help. Rossi has been your father figure since you joined the team, always looking out for you even agreeing to give you away at your wedding.

Words: 3.5k

A/N: This was originally going to be a Rossi x reader father figure fic, but then kinda just turned into a full BAU x Reader fic. My bad. The reader is gender netural along with the readers partner.

Most of the team was asleep on the flight back home. The Bau had just wrapped up a child abducting case that had lasted over 3 days. The case had ended badly for the families and the team. Once everyone had bored the jet, they all stayed to themselves. Most of the team had fallen asleep, except Hotch and Rossi and yourself who were all reading quietly. You were sitting on your own, with your notebooks, planners, and wedding magazines covering the table in front of you. Your wedding is approaching extremely fast and your maid of honour is now pressing you to hurry up and make the final decisions. You never could get how planning a wedding could take so long. You really don’t understand why picking a colour scheme is important and why couldn't you just have some basic flowers. Sighing tiredly, as you pick up your coffee, needing some refreshments before you continue.

~~~

“You look like you could do with a distraction” Jumping slightly, looking up to see who broke the silence of the jet. Smiling weakly as you see Rossi sit down across from you.

“I would love one” You reply quietly so as to not disturb anyone. Glancing over you see Hotch is now asleep, his book forgotten on the table where he must have dropped it when he drifted to sleep.

“Wedding planning, ah the memories” He sighs, smirking.

“That right, you had 4 or 5 of those didn't you?” Teasing him.

“Hey hey hey, it was only 3 marriages, 2 proper weddings” Shaking his head at his own answer. “I thought Garcia was in charge of wedding planning?” He asks you, looking down at all the papers.

“Apparently due to the fact Im the one getting married, so she wants me to make the final decisions” You groan softly “I picked her as the maid of honour so I wouldn't have to do anything”

“Hey at least you have all the invitations out, and if everything else fails, you can get married in my backyard, which seems to be the place for weddings” He chuckles warmly, laughing along with him as you start to relax again.

“We might do that, but I want to get married on a cliff, the sunset will be so pretty, also if anyone annoys me, I can simply, just push” Smirking at him.

“Remind me not to get on your bad side that day” He raised his hands jokingly pretending to surrender.

“Just don't get on my bad side at all Rossi” Rolling your eyes at him, glancing down at one of the magazines.

“So is the cliff pushing, for your partner or your family?”

“My family isn’t coming, the cliff is actually for the guest, anyone turning up in my colour, I will push them off” Picking up one of the wedding theme magazines flicking through it.

~~~

“Your family isn’t coming?” Rossi asks, watching you closely with concern.

“Nope, they made it clear they don't want to come, so I didn't bother inviting them, they would just cause drama, My wedding day is only going to be held with my real family” Smiling faintly as you turn the pages, looking at the different types of dresses and suits. You aren’t even bothered that your family isn’t going to be there. You only cared that your team will be there.

“So if they won't be there, who else have you invited, just the team?” He asks softly. Trying not to press you too much about your family, knowing it's a difficult subject.

“Just the team and their plus ones, plus Emily of course, also Ash is inviting their family and a couple close friends, we tried keeping the guess list to under 25”

“Small wedding” Rossi Comments.

“Well we both don't like people so” Smirking, shrugging your shoulders. “I only need the people that care for us to be there” Sighing you look out the window. There are a few things you always wanted in your wedding, that you simply just can’t have this time.

~~~

“(Y/N) what's really on your mind?” Rossi's voice breaks you out of your thoughts. Turning his head to the side, his eyes narrowing as he takes you in, reading you easily.

“It's nothing, it's just” Sighing, looking back up at him. “I'm really happy to get married, it's just going to be different than what I had pictured as a kid, instead of my blood family I get a better one” You smile gently, even though you're forcing it. It doesn't mean you're not happy with how things are. You couldn't be more happy, more healthier, now that you are no longer surrounded by a toxic family. “You know Rossi ever since I joined this team, you and Hotch soon became my father figures, I never thanked you for taking me under your wing” You look up at him softly. A small smile full of love playing on your lips.

“This team is our family, you will always be our kid” He smiles tenderly, watching you a little concerned. Rossi has always wanted to protect you, ever since you joined the team 6 years ago. You were 22 when you joined, freshly out of the academy. You managed to fit in perfectly with everyone, but Rossi had quickly become over-protective of you, and throughout the years, you two only grew closer. He always thought of you as his child, the bond you two have is one so similar to a father and Child relationship. It was something you both never knew you needed, until you had built it up with each other.

~~~

“Dave, can I ask you something, you can say no if you like” You take a deep calming breath, as you speak quietly.

“You can ask me anything kiddo”

“Would you walk me down the aisle please” Speaking softly as you look up into his eyes. Rossi's face softened, pride and warmth feeling him up, his heart swelling with love.

“I would be honoured to (Y/N)” Smiling, leaning over to take your hand, squeezing it gently.

~~~

The few weeks go by quickly and next thing you know it was the morning of your wedding, and gosh, are you nervous wreck with your stomach twisting and turning. You slowly sit up, having barely gotten any sleep last night. Having slept at Penelope's place last night, as you and Ash didn't want to see each other until the wedding. While you're sitting on the couch, your heart pounding away, feeling as if it may explode at any given moment. You hear your phone ding, picking it up to check the text you receive. Smiling softly as you see it's from your lover, Ash. The smile fades quickly as you click it, waiting anxiously as it takes ages to load. You know it wouldn't be anything bad, but that doesn’t stop the negative thoughts from intruding into your mind. Your mind and anxiety easing as you read the messages.

Ash: Morning my love, can’t wait to see you today I love you.

~~~

You: Good Morning baby can’t believe todays the big day Love you See you later.

Smiling at your phone, placing it down when you see Garcia walks in.

“Thought I could hear you awake” She smiles softly at you, still looking half asleep. “I can not believe you're getting married today” She walks over to the kitchen, starting to make some coffee.

“Yeah, fuck” Staring at the wall, feeling as if you’re about to be sick. Your hands started sweating, You can’t seem to understand why you’re feeling this way. You love Ash, you two have been together for years, why are you suddenly so nervous? Penelope walks back over carrying coffee, passing you a mug.

“You look like you need this” She smiles gently, as you take it.

“Thank you, you know I could do with something a little strong” Your laugh comes out a little shaky, sipping your coffee.

“I think it's a little early for that first, but I'm sure once we get to Rossi, he will have enough alcohol to help you out.” She speaks softly. Patting your lap gently, drinking her own coffee.

“Good, because I can not be this nervous when I'm walking down the aisle” Rubbing your head, trying to calm yourself.

~~~

“How long before we need to leave for Rossi’s?” You ask after finishing your coffee.

“We need to be there around 10am, it's only 7am now, we have a little bit of time, we do need to go pick up your suit and a few items so we should leave here just before nine alright” Penelope smiles at you reassuringly.

“Okay right, and are you sure the boys know what they are supposed to do, and where everything is meant to be set up, are you sure they even want to help, oh gosh I should message them” Your words start rumbling out, reaching out for your phone. You find that Garcia's hand is already grabbing your it, moving it from your reach.

“(Y/n) try to relax, I was talking to Morgan and Rossi last night, they know exactly what they are supposed to do okay, and the team will be at Rossi place after we get there so then you can stress out at everyone then alright?” Garcia places your phone in her pockets as she speaks calmly.

“I still don't know how you managed to get all the boys to agree to set up the wedding, you even got Reid on board, and even managed to get Rossi to let us get ready at his place today” Shaking your head lightly, letting out a breath trying to destress.

“Oh no one can say no to me sweets, it's one of my superpowers” You both start to laugh, slowly relaxing. Knowing deep down that when your best friend is in charge everything will be okay.

~~~

As you walk into Rossi’s house you can hear music and Laughter coming from the kitchen. You and Garcia walk in, seeing Rossi, Hotch, Morgan, JJ and Emily all standing around the kitchen drinking and talking.

“Well hello you finally show up” Rossi teases smiling over at you two.

“Someone had to check a thousand times that we had everything” Garcia laughs walking over hugging Emily tightly before taking the drink Morgan is offering her.

“Hey I was not the bad” Rolling your eyes up at her, hugging Emily after her. “Thanks for coming Ems”

“Like I would ever miss your wedding” Emily smiles, hugging you back tightly. You two pull aways slowly,turning to face the rest of the group.

“Reid and Alex not here?” You ask, taking the drink that Rossi is offering you.

“Not yet, Blake is going to be slightly later, and Reids going to just meet us at the place to set up” Morgan smirks over at you. “Ash was texting me this morning they seems just as nervous as you”

“Pfff I am not nervous” Shaking your head as you sipping your drinks, You feel everyone looking at you, holding back their smirks and laughter.

“You don't even need to be a profiler to see that was a lie” Garcia laughs at you.

“Hey! Yall need to stop picking on the newlywed here” Rolling your eyes laughing along with them.

~~~

You excuse yourself after a bit to use the restroom, locking the door behind you. Clenching the sink, looking up at the mirror, your stomach can't seem to stop turning. Due to the fact you have drunk 4 cups of coffee this morning, you don't know why you thought caffeinated drinks would help calm your nerves but, today wasn't a day you could think straight. Splashing some cold water on your face while taking a few deep breaths, once you have regrounded yourself, you walk back out. Only to stop when you see Derek leaning against the wall.

“Oh sorry didn't realise there was a line” Smirking at him.

“There isn't, I just need to talk to you” He sighs softly. Panic starts to fill you immediately at the tone in his voice.

“Is it Ash you said they were nervous, are they getting cold feet, are they okay?” Your eyes widen watching him closely. Morgan laughs slightly, smiling gently.

“No nothing like that, they are fine, You both are just nervous for no reason”

“Hey, do not say that, you will jinx something, so many things could go wrong today” You argue softly, relieved that Ash was alright.

“I just wanted to check that you were sure about this, getting married” Morgan watches you, worry in his eyes.

“What? Of course I'm sure about marrying them. I love Ash” You stare at him confused.

“I just wanted to double check, you know I care about you both, Just don't want to see Ash get hurt, not after their last fiance”

“I get it, you're worried about them, but Derek you know me, I never want to hurt them, they have been through enough I don't want to cause them more pain.” Smiling reassuringly at him.

Smiling back at you he shakes his head. “You're right, I'm sorry I'm just a little protective over them.”

“I know you are” Shaking your head laughing at him. “I don't think I ever thanked you for introducing us to each other, I will always owe you for that”

‘Just glad my two friends are finally happy” Smiling as he pulls you into a hug.

~~~

The day passes by quickly, the boys all head away to get the wedding set up. As you and the girls sit around having a couple of drinks, doing each other's hair and makeup when Alex turns up. Garcia Works her magic on you, keeping your makeup a natural look, making you want to cry when you see it in the mirror. Your hair and makeup looked amazing, matching so well with your emerald green suit. Your emotions have been all over the place while getting ready. JJ had been quick to reassure you that it was completely normal, and that she started crying when she got into her wedding dress. Everytime you got nervous, and went to ring someone to double check something, one of the girls would grab your phone from you. It's now almost 4pm, and you're meant to leave at 4:30. Your wedding is going to take place just as the sunsets at 5pm.

~~~

With everyone seated around on the couch, everything was ready, all you guys had left to do was put your heels on, You were all drinking, you were drinking a bit fast trying to settle your nerves, becoming slightly tipsy. Giggling slightly as Emily asks an important question.

“So (Y/N), what are you wearing underneath your beautiful suit?” She smirks at you.

“Ems really?” You laugh at her, rolling your eyes, sipping on your champagne.

“Well it is a important question” JJ adds, giggling at you

“oh come on spill, I also want to know” Garcia smirks, placing her drink down. Rolling your eyes at them you turn to Alex, for some back up.

“Hey, I can not help you, I mean it's them, come on” Alex laughs while sipping on her drink.

“Fine, I got a light blue lace lingerie, it's got a little bow on it, It's their favourite colour, never fails to turn them on” Giggling feeling a little tipsy as you talk.

“Wow hey hey hey, I did not need to hear that” Rossi walks in from the doorway. Shaking his head, holding his hands up in defence mode.

“Neither did I, for the record” Reid says grossed out, walking in right behind Rossi. The girls can’t help but end up in fits of laughter, at the boys reactions. Instantly you hide your face amongst the pillows as your face starts to burn. Inside you're just hoping that the couch will swallow you up.

“What are you two doing here anyway?” You ask, when you finally bring your head back up.

“We are your ride remember?” Reid speaks, “plus we wanted to check up see how you all are doing and how the set up here is going”

“Well everything is set and ready to go” You smile, sliping your shoes on.

~~~

You peek around the corner, seeing that everything is set up perfectly, watching everyone getting into their places. Smiling softly as you see Garcia fix up Reid's hair, those two getting the last minute things sorted. Looking over at Ash, you couldn't help the big grin slipping onto your face. They look so nervous, but seem so happy, Morgan was fixing their tie carefully, giving them words of encouragement.

“Hey (Y/n/n)” Turning round you see Hotch standing there smiling at you, proudly. “How are you feeling, nervous?”

“Oh extremely, More nervous of the face that I'm most likely going to fall flat on my face due to these heels” You both laugh softly, taking a deep breath. “Were you this nervous when you married Haley?” You ask softly, watching him.

“Oh I was more nervous, I vomited beforehand” He chuckles, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Yeah I'm surprised I haven't yet” You pat your suit down, looking down as you try to straighten everything out.

“You look amazing” Hotch reassures you with a small smile.

“Thanks Aaron, It means alot that you and Jack could make it”You smile up at him slowly, taking calming breaths.

“We would never miss this for the world. You are family, always remember that” He rubs your arm softly, quickly you pull him into a hug, hiding your face in his chest.

“I’ve got you (Y/n)” Aaron speaks softly, wrapping his arms around you. Pulling you close as he kisses the top of your head softly.

~~~

Hotch walks away so he can find his seat next to Jack. Reid standing up front, ready to officiate your wedding.

“You ready kid?” Rossi asks, coming to stand beside you. Wrapping his arm around you pulling you into a side hug.

“I sure am” Smiling, taking a deep breath, you loop your arm with Rossi. “Can you promise me something, Dave?” You whisper quietly, as you two start to approach everyone.

“What that kiddo?” He looks at you softly, a fatherly look in his eyes.

“Don't let me fall” Smiling softly glancing up at him, worry pure in your eyes.

“Never” He smiles lighty, placing a kiss to the top of your head. Coming to a halt at the top of the aisle.

The music starts playing as everyone turns to look at you. You catch Ash eyes, tears flooding to yours, as you take in how stunning they look standing up there. You can not wait to spend the rest of your life with them, forever. For your family to be even more complete. The walk down seems to take forever, Rossi helping you stay steady on your feet. Finally you reach your Love.

~~~

“You may Kiss the —-” Spencer smiles widely, unable to finish his sentence before Ash is reaching forward. Cupping your face as they kiss you passionately, you're unable to help it when you melt into the kiss. Feeling like this is the best kiss in your entire life, everyone around you is cheering and celebrating. You slowly pull away from them looking up at them with pure love.

“I love you Ash” You giggle, biting your lip.

“I love you to my Love” Ash smiles down at you kissing you again softly, only pulling apart hearing people laugh.

~~~

After all the photos get taken, including the ones with everyone in your newly extended family. Everyone is starting to head back to Rossi as it starts to get darker. You try to go and help with packing up, as you know there isn't too much to do. So you're happy to help, but Reid and Hotch keep telling you to go and have fun, refusing your help. You don’t listen to them, grabbing some of the lights to put away when Jack and Henry come running over to you. Both of them grabs your hands pulling you towards the ladies, saying they were sent to capture you. You laugh as you let the boys drag you away, once you reach JJ and Emily, they run off towards Will and Rossi.

~~~

The rest of the night goes by beautifully. When everyone gets back to Rossi’s and you have your first dance with Ash. It was a clumsy dance, but it was one of those memories you will never forget. That night you get to dance with everyone in your team, having cute little moments with them all. You're dancing and laughing with Aaron, when the girls pull you away from him. Making you dance with the four girls, all of you laughing as you see Hotch standing there looking playfully hurt, and then shocked when Jack jumps on his back suddenly.

~~~

Tonight couldn't have gotten more perfect, you think to yourself looking around. Being surrounded by your chosen family tonight, those who will always love and support you no matter what. That's what a wedding is truly for.

#criminal minds #BAU x reader #criminal minds one shots #bau is a family #David Rossi father figure #bau x gendernetural! reader #penelope garcia #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #david rossi

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this-is-mycrisis · 1 year

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Lockwood Pays Attention

Summary: Some of Lockwood's observations on Lucy after seeing her with a migraine. Starring George still being an icon and Lockwood being an oblivious lovesick fool...

Word count: 753

Trigger warnings: migraine mention, symptoms of migraine/migraine triggers, brief food mention. Let me know if I missed anything

Let me know how you like it, likes and re-blogs apppreciated!

In the weeks following Lucy’s migraine, Lockwood was extra observant and attentive. He thought he was being subtle. And while Lucy didn’t notice, George certainly did. If there was one thing Anthony Lockwood didn’t do well it was subtlety, which meant that Lucy was just as oblivious to the mutual feelings between the two. It wasn’t that Lockwood was hovering over her, but he checked in on her more often than usual, he always made sure to ask if she’d had enough during meal times, if she seemed spacey he asked if she needed to take a break. George wouldn’t deny being more affectionate with her either, in his own way, but it was nothing compared to Lockwood.

Good god George just wanted them to kiss and be done with it already. Mostly so Lockwood would stop hovering over his shoulder whenever he cooked.

“Would you knock it off? There is nothing wrong with my food!” George had spent the last few days batting the taller boy away from whatever pot was simmering on the stove and he was getting very tired of it. “Its my nan’s recipe and if you ruin it I won’t cook for you ever again-” “I didn’t say there was anything wrong with it, I’m just curious if the amount of salt might give Luce a headache.”

George let his head flop back dramatically. That’s what this is all about. “Well, for your information, Lucy happened to tell me that salt actually helps.” At that Lockwood whipped around, looking mildly offended, which didn’t make Geroge want to laugh at all. Nope, not one bit. “What? Why did she tell you and not me?”

“Because I asked if there was anything I could do to help or that I needed to change, since I’m the one who does the cooking. She said she likes salt and that it helps a headache before it’s a migraine and she asked if there was any cleaning agents that weren’t as smelly, because sometimes that alone is enough to give her one. And you are itching to write this down aren’t you?”

At least Lockwood had the decency to look taken aback by the accusation, but in reality yes, he did want to write it down. He had a little list going in a small notebook he kept on him of things he had noticed about Lucy’s headaches since the big one he and George had helped her through. He spent so much time looking at the list that he could visualize it without having to try hard; so far the list went a little something like this:

Sound- earplugs??

-sudden noises

-highpitched noises; screaming visitors are the worst

Too much sleep- lucy is nocturnal, survives on naps Cold- get a heater for her room; the cold makes her tense up

Peppermint? Potential allergy

And soon he would be adding a new page with things that could help Lucy, like tea and other hot drinks, salt apparently, and caffeine. The girl drank so much caffeine that it was almost cause for concern. Instead of telling all of this to George, who would undoubtedly poke fun and tell him that he was in love with Lucy, which he wasn’t-

Not that there was anything wrong with someone being in love with Lucy, she was very lovable. And he did love her in the you’re my family and I would die for you unquestioningly kind of way; which now that he thought about it could be misconstrued in a romantic sense, but he would also die for George without a second thought if it came down to it. Though he did put extra effort into making sure Lucy knew that he, and George, loved her. He wasn’t sure what happened before she came to London, but he knew enough to piece together that it wasn’t good and that she didn’t ever want to go back. And she seemed so starved for love, so sue him if he wanted to make sure she never felt that way when he had anything to say about it. Oh god. He did love Lucy. And he had been quiet for far too long and George was looking at him funny. So he scoffed. “No. I don’t want too write it down. I’m just concerned because one of my agents is suffering and I want to make sure that I am adequately prepared to help when necessary.” George cocked an eyebrow at that. “Mmmhmm sure, you keep telling yourself that.”

#crisis_speaks #shitpost #lockwood & co #lockwood and co headcannon #lockwood and co #locklyle #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #lockwood and co fanfiction

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the-bad-batch-baroness · 4 months

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CONGRATS ON 300 FOLLOWERS LOVE!!!🥳

I got a little something for you to ponder…how about Gloss with a fem reader, SFW, and #22 "I think I need a hug."? Because I need more about this artistic sweetheart, I think 300 words will suffice me for a while.😅

My brain just went kapoot so I am relying on you to make this magical!!!☺️✨

Soup Assault

Gloss (OC) x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Gloss (OC) x Fem!Reader

Tags & Warnings: domestic fluff

Word Count: 300

Author's Note: STITCH, I AM SO SORRY. I got so carried away trying to complete the bingo fics that I let the last three event requests sit idle in my inbox. However, as promised in my New Years post, I have finally completed it!!! Thank you so much for your patience and putting up with me. I'm so happy you asked for Gloss, too 🥺 He's such a good boy. I hope you love it 💚

Your day at work has been exhausting, and all you want to do is go home and go to sleep. However, a customer spilled an entire bowl of hot soup on you during your shift, so you need to shower and do laundry before you can even touch your bed. Not to mention, another customer started screaming at you for something that wasn't your fault and it almost made you cry. You're a mess.

You unlock your apartment and sigh as you throw your bag on the entryway table. You really don't care at this point if it lands or falls off the table. There's nothing breakable in it, other than your comm, and even that you don't care about right now. You just want peace and quiet, and no conversations with anyone, because you've had enough people chewing your ear off today.

After changing, you walk into the living room and see Gloss lying on his stomach on the floor, feet kicking in the air as he sketches in his notebook. He doesn't look up when you enter the room, but seems rather enthralled in whatever he is drawing. You plop yourself down next to him, lean your back against his side and close your eyes as you listen to his soft scribbling.

After a long quiet moment, you open your eyes and sigh. "I think I need a hug."

Gloss stops sketching and lays his pencil down onto the notebook. He rolls onto his side and clamps himself onto your body like a clamshell. "Better?" he asks.

You giggle. "Much better."

"Rough day at work?" he asks.

"You wouldn't even believe me," you say.

"Try me," he says. "I'll believe you."

"I fought a bowl of soup today," you say.

"Did you win?" he asks.

You laugh. "Nope."

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Beautiful Liar (part 1/2)

If you have no idea what this is, it's the first part of my scrapped Wattpad story. I made a post with also the prologue in it, please go check it out from right here.

But this will in total have three posts: the prologue, part 1 and part 2. Part one and two are basically just the chapters I wrote before giving up split in two.

So, let's go.

Part 1

"Ah, this to the Walker's again?" You gave the envelope to the mailman and nodded. The mailman stuffed the envelope into his bag and left. You looked around before walking back to your house, your home. You always sent the Walkers money for Jay's allowance. You saw Jay on tv a lot these days. He was your precious little brother whom only you knew about. And to him you were a... nobody. You doubted if he'd seen you anywhere other than tv either.

You walked inside, the collection of Fritz Donnegan posters giving you a cold and wordless welcome, as always. In the past, you asked how Jay was doing from his 'parents', the Walkers. Edna was a sweet lady and Ed was a funny and kind old man, whom you met for the first time when you were two. You don't remember why Your father chose to leave Jay with them of all people, but you didn't mind. But You couldn't ask them anymore, for when Jay became a ninja, he visited his parents less and less. Instead you relied on the newspapers and tv to know how Jay's been doing.

You and your group were active as always, and your dad was at work all day long, as always. You didn't like him leaving you to take care house all year round, but you didn't want him to come back home either. He had love only for three in this world. Your mother, himself, and his job. His two children lived their own lives separated from him. You didn't even know if he cared for you and Jay, if he cared for one but not the other, or neither one.

But that was a long time ago. For a long time you had no one to call mother, but after that long time had lasted for ten years, it finally took it's toll. You didn't need to see your father anymore, you didn't need for him to take care of you anymore. But you didn't wish him to leave you. You only wished he would invite Jay back... back home.

You were two years older than Jay, and now he was sixteen, now you were eighteen. The letter which you sent to Ed and Edna contained one message, but you've though of it for so long that you could remember it from memory...

Mr. and Mrs. Walker, I have now turned eighteen, and have the right to take custody of Jay. If there's ever trouble, you may contact me, and I'll take full responsibility. But please, take care of Jay as long as you can, I don't want him to have to part with his parents anytime soon.

Signed, (y/n) Gordon.

You sighed and walked into the kitchen. You swiped a remote controller from the kitchen table and turned a small tv in the corner of the room on and took a glass of water for yourself. You sat down and pulled out a notebook before starting scribble down x marks on your to-do list. You weren't paying much attention to the tv, you kept it on as just some background noise, but something in the broadcast seemed different.

"Where are the ninja? This reporter has the answer." Nope, just the usual. You thought to yourself as you took a sip of water.

"They're calling it the Crime Wave of the Century." Oh, a bigger crime this time. Well, more fame for the ninja.

"Earlier today, Green Ninja Lloyd Garmadon was caught on tape robbing the city bank." Like lightning, you shot up from your seat, knocking over your glass of water in the process as your gaze shot up to the tv screen. Even if you could hardly believe your eyes, the screen definetely showed Lloyd right in the act.

"And that's not all. At Mega Monster amusement park, Zane was on a rampage of vandalism and mayhem." After a pause to listen to the absurd accusations of the tv, your rushed to grab a towek and quickly wiped the water off the table and floor to which the water had fallen, before sprinting away to fins your phone

"I am ashamed I ever wore their underwear. Oh, uh, I mean, T-shirts." You could hear the broadcast all the way to the living room, where you noticed your phone on the sofa, before quickly grabbing it and running back to the kitchen. Scrolling through your contacts at a rapid pace, you stopped at the name of your father and quickly pressed 'call'.

The phone rang a few times, before the line opened and the hassle of what could have been a movie set, or a party for famous people, or anything else in fact, sounded in the background.

"Cliff Gordon." A voice said from the other line.

"Dad! Look at the tv, quick!"

"Dad? Last time I remember, I was just Cliff Gordon to you. And there are no televisions here, so I can't."

"Ugh, yeah yeah let's talk about that later, but Jay's a fugitive!"

"Okay, slow down. What?"

"The ninja apparently started suddenly committing crimes all around Ninjago, and are now wanted criminals!"

"...Let's talk about this when I get home, okay?"

"Come on! Jay is falsely being accused-"

"We'll talk. At. Home." Beep, beep, beep... The line got cut. Your blood boiled, and you just stuffed your phone into your pocket before sitting back on the kitchen table, and intently listening to the rest of the broadcast.

The next day, the day was full of warning the city that the ninja were on the loose. Even as the night had passed, your father got no word from the Walkers about Jay, they hadn't even seen the broadcast, appareantly..

"I'll go get him a lawyer." Cliff Gordon sighed before pulling on a jacket. You were basically biting your fingers off as you anxiously watched the news. Cliff Gordon slipped out the door, but not before calling to you.

"It's not worth stressing over, go train or something. Just try to clear your mind of it." Then he left. You knew he was right, and in the end, you walked up to your practicing room and put on some music to practice to, but kept it quiet enough to hear the radio you had turned on. An hour, two hours, you didn't really care how much time had passed, when suddenly:

"The ninja have successfully been caught! They have been sent to Kryptarium prison, the best prison in Ninjago, and are there to stay." You almost let out a sigh as you turned the music off along with the radio, and dragged yourself out to your room, and plopped yourself onto your bed. And next morning was hell, again. Your father was nowhere to be seen, so you sent him a text,

Got Jay a lawyer yet?

Nope. I'll come back home once I do.

It's good you finally decided to take responsibility.

...

Do you hate me that much?

No. I just really like my brother.

Unlike someone I know.

I'll be back by Sunday.

You didn't send him an answer, and instead went on about your day as normal. Now that the ninja had been caught, the tv went back to normal, and all word of the ninja disappeared into thin air like nothing had ever happened.

Until they broke out. Suddenly all the channels on tv were exploding with people looking for the Ninja again. And not even much to your surprise, your father gave up on getting a lawyer, and hurried back to work. There was nothing worth discussing about with him anymore. The two of you were never on the best terms, but now even the one moment you finally agreed on something together was gone.

"I wish I wasn't born in a junkyard. I wish I wasn't poor anymore and could give Nya everything she wants."

"Your wish is yours to keep."

Suddenly your phone rang. You were expecting it to be your manager, for you had been slacking off group practice for personal reasons you knew damn well of. He could have been angry, for Starstruck's schedule could have gotten messed up, or perhaps you had just missed a deadline on something small, and he would only scold you a little.

"(y/n) Gordon." You said, when a voice you weren't quite sure you recognised spoke from the other end of the call.

"This is Max from the police, we're sorry to inform you, but..." His tone was careful, as if he was afraid to tell whatever he had to tell.

"Your father was involved in an accident, he passed away in the ambulance." Your phone fell onto the floor. There was no way. You dropped down onto the floor, and buried your face in your hands.

#ninjago x reader #ninjago #x male reader #x male y/n #lego ninjago #ninjago jay

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creativitysparks4everxoxo · 10 months

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Elena Wallace: An Appreciation Post

**Transformers: ROTB spoilers ahead**

Okay! Let's talk about how ABSOLUTELY AMAZING Elena Wallace is in this movie! I've talked about Noah & Mirage quite a bit, but I absolutely CANNOT forget about our queen Elena! I barely see any posts for her and it's CRIMINAL!!!!!!!! Let me go fix that real quick!

There is no order. This is just a spontaneous list of all the reasons why I love Elena. 😊

I like that she's not just some side character. No, SHE CAME IN WITH THE KNOWLEDGE! She knew her shit and she was very resourceful! She knew info that even the Autobots didn't know!!!

I like how inquisitive she is. She saw a new artifact come in at work and she was immediately drawn to it and wanted to learn more about it. She did her own research on her OWN TIME on the markings engraved on the artifact/transwarp key, and I love that! Her boss really had the audacity to take credit for her work and ignored her when she wanted to be apart of the team that would be working on unlocking the history behind the artifact/transwarp key. But nah, she still found a way to learn more about it. You go girl!

Literal hand writing! I love love LOVE how quick she was to record information! The way she quickly started writing down markings on her hand in pen when the door to the lab technician room slammed in her face. Yes! You write those markings, girl! We ain't done! Or when her and Noah were in the underground ancient temple in Peru and she was writing down markings on her hand again. Yes!

I like that Elena took it upon herself to protect the transwarp key with her life. She didn't even understand its significance yet, but she was already ready to protect it when she first met Noah. She wasn't even scared at all, she really decked him HARD in the face to protect it! Like damnnn! 🤣 And the little rapid side step fake out thing she did with him was absolutely HILARIOUS! I can't! 🤣🤣

I love that Elena isn't a harmful stereotype and wasn't thrown into some harmful trope. No, she got to exist and be unapologetically black while still being such a likable character. Representation is SO important and it's nice to see black characters shine in sci-fi media and be apart of the adventure. Growing up, I've always dreamed of seeing characters like Elena take on main roles in a sci-fi show/movie, and in a Transformers show/movie and get to be friends with the robots. I'm so glad that characters like Elena exists. What a time to be alive! 🥺

Elena's love for history and artifacts was a nice touch. She's an artifacts researcher/history nerd and I am so here for it! And that little dinosaur sticker on her car! Cute! 🥰 I like that she was essentially the team's well of knowledge, in the sense that she immediately knew where the location for the second half of the transwarp key is, and she knew what the second half of the code is when Primal thought it died with Airazor. She really said, "I got this!" and it was go time! She had her little notebook of info at the ready and seeing all the notes, sketches and markings that she jotted down was cool.

NAVIGATING THROUGH HIGHLY ADVANCED ALIEN TECHNOLOGY LIKE A BOSS!!! Like excuse me, what??! Elena was able to figure out how to use the control panel during the final battle with ease. My anxiety could never! She navigated through a control panel that had so many different alien symbols to flip through AND it was a multi functioning panel that had a lot going on. But that did not stop her, nope, nope, nope! She got down to business, figured it out quick and entered the codes!!! 👏🏾

I like how connected Elena is to Airazor. From the moment she first laid eyes on the new artifact in the museum that resembled Airazor, to the moment she first laid eyes on Airazor, is just beautiful. She was mesmerized by her and it really showed! And their interactions throughout the movie is just **chef's kiss** 🤌🏾 Especially the scenes when Elena was concerned for Airazor's health after Scourge left his "mark" on her wing that inevitably led to her demise. You could feel how much Airazor's death affected Elena. 😔 FUCK YOU, SCOURGE!!!! Andddd hearing that there was supposed to be a scene in the movie where Elena jokingly says to Airazor, "I bet you make bots turn their necks when you fly by.", only for Airazor to respond with, "I did know to shake a tail feather or two." AHHHHHHHHH!!!! WE WERE ROBBED!!! 😡😡😡😡

Elena coming on the mission, despite looking very fearful at first is very admirable. She probably knew in her heart that she was destined to be apart of the mission, and she wanted to help save two worlds. Absolutely amazing! And the scene when she talks about her father and how fond she is of him is beautiful. "If you keep your eyes and ears open, life will show you everything you need to know." I love that line so much! 👏🏾

I like that Elena isn't an overly sexualized love interest for Noah, or assigned to him because he has a massive crush on her, like how Mikaela was with Sam in the 2007 Transformers movie. I know some people ship these 2 hard and I don't mind one bit (Noah/Elena shippers, do your thang! ✌🏾), but it was just nice to see a female character not be thrown into the love interest role for the main human character in a Transformers movie.

Elena became very close to Noah because they were the only humans on the Stop Unicron Team and they were actively working together to stop Unicron from destroying their home planet. But their relationship throughout the movie was giving me very strong sibling vibes.

We already know that Noah is a family man and his relationship with his little brother Kris is so wholesome! He loves his little bro so much! 🥺🥺 So seeing Noah be so protective of Elena throughout the movie was giving me that same sibling energy and it was really wholesome to watch!!! The way he would quickly grab her and step in front of her to protect her from danger, or the way he helped her down that dangerous ass entrance to the ancient underground temple, or gently drag her away to safety, or blast at anything that even attempted to attack her, or warn her about imminent danger, or how he made sure she was okay after a corrupted Airazor attacked her, and how he gently pushed her curls to the side, etc. Just ahhhhh! Their interactions were so GECICWHCICCEJCJ!!!! 😍

However...if you want to talk about Anthony Ramos and Dominique Fishback's interactions during their interviews together, then yeah, they're cute af!!!! 👀 Anthony was continuing to channel his inner Noah and was still holding onto those protective tendencies with Dominique, and I just found that absolutely adorable. 🥺

A happy, happy, SUPER HAPPY ENDING FOR ELENA!!! I really like that Elena FINALLY got recognition for her work at the end of the movie. I was so happy when I saw that ending scene! 😭

Okay! I think I covered everything I wanted to say about Elena and how she is an absolute queen, and how she is making my inner girl smile from ear to ear. If you read everything I just said, you are awesome! Thank you! 😘

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thank you @emilykaldwen for the tag!!

1. How many works do you have on ao3(or masterlist)? - 25

2. What’s your total ao3 word count? - 42,411

3. What fandoms do you write for? - House of the Dragon and Shadow and Bone/Six of Crows, but i want to start writing for Bridgerton!

4. Top five fics by kudos - i've been persuaded | fingertips | he had it coming | the beast that lies beside me | you're a bit too loud (almost everyone of this is rhaenicent lmao)

5. Do you respond to comments? - yesyes

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? - i haven't write it yet, but it's going to be the beast that lies beside me

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? - i've been persuaded

8. Do you get hate on fics? - no thank god!

9. Do you write smut? - oh yes

10. Craziest crossover? - i haven't done a fandom crossover

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? - nope, i don't think so

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? - oh no, but i would like to translate my own into spanish

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? - no, but i would love to

14. All time favorite ship? - rhaenicent is taking my life, it's a recent ship but i loooove them lmao.

15. What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? - oh maybe seven deadly sins lmao

16. What are your writing strengths? - writing in another language? idk lmao

17. What are your writing weaknesses? - endings, i hate endings

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language? - love it

19. First fandom you wrote in? - a justin bieber x reader in my maths notebook

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? - i'm loooving the beast that lies beside me, it's a great plot and as i always say, i hope i'll do it justice!

tag list: @mysteryofvampires @selfproclaimedunicorn @julyzaa and everyone who wants to do it (please tag me if you do)!

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omg i’m the one who sent in the more poly hcs request and i’m living! i have so many thoughts i want to share (all good ones!) so sorry if this is monstrously long!

i love the idea that the Cat Distribution System just dumping all these cats onto baxter and everyone else is just 🤨 “are you stealing cats this can’t be a coincidence anymore”

also roadtrips! i never even thought of that and i love it! i like to believe my mc is most comfortable being a passenger princess (i.e she sits in the backseat and doesn’t help with directions or anything) despite being able to drive and having her license. she will obv help if needed, like in roadtrip in step 3. but it’s funny to imagine everyone else running around at a rest stop getting snacks, gas, etc. and a passenger princess mc is there, just stretching their legs and looking cute, honestly prob giving step 2 kyra vibes with some sunglasses and just serving.

and the wedding! so sweet! i do think it’s funny to imagine someone (prob derek, but maybe cove) being like “omg what if we hyphenate our last names” and then someone else going “sweetie, i love you, but that’s four last names and it’d be ridiculous. we aren’t doing that” so everyone just keeps their own last names for the sake of ease, assuming it’s poly in that way. although, i feel like if they were to take anyone’s last name, it would be mc’s, since they’re like the pin holding them together nicely.

also thanksgiving!! and holidays!!! omg i’m Obsessed! i just know someone’s going to go crazy and deck the house out with decorations for holiday! they’d be known as like That House on the block with the crazy awesome setups every year. on the thanksgiving front, they’d def host thanksgiving (prob cause they have the biggest house and most space). i think it’d be a decently sized gathering of like 12-14 people at first, including them, but as the years progress and they make more friends and people join their families, i can def see it growing to like 20+ people, easily.

okay i’m done! sorry that went on for like Ever! i just have so many thoughts about a poly relationship and i loved your hcs so much! skfjsjdjdk

Thank you for sending it in! I was initially nervous about it but it's been a blast to write about!

-- The Cat Distribution System HIGHLY favors Baxter. As he gets older he turns into a Cat Dad and I won't be convinced otherwise lolol.

Baxter: *comes home covered in scratches, holes in his suit, hair all messed up*

Everyone: ????

Baxter: Oh, my apologies for not explaining -- the neighbor came and said she had an issue with some feral cats that had made a home under her porch, I went to pay them a visit. They're not feral, it turns out, just a bit skittish!

Cove: *to Derek* Does he need a rabies shot?

Derek: He needs something.

-- I always love road trip stories! Your MC is so valid for being a passenger princess, like just let her sit pretty while the boys take care of everything. Lol Cove is coming out with bags of snacks, Derek asks for something healthy and Cove pauses then gives him some of Baxter's gummies.

Cove: *whispers* They're fruit gummies.

-- But LOLOL Cove would absolutely suggest hyphenated names, bless his heart, that's killing me lol. Baby no, shhh. He's like doodling "Cove Holden-Suarez-Ward-Last" in a notebook, he's so sweet.

-- I agree on the decorations! I put this in another list, but I think Baxter would try to keep things a little tasteful but Cove and Derek are like "Nope, we have A Vision" and it's just so much stuff.

#our life beginnings and always

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Edge of Seventeen - Chapter Two.

A huge thank you to all of those who have interacted with the first chapter of this, I appreciate you SO much!!

Previous chapters - One

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,253

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

Song reference - Feed my Chaos by Lilith Czar - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uyMeaoD1p-c

‘Am I the victim? Am I the criminal? Am I the angel or diabolical? The bullet or the gun? What have I become? Created in the pain of filth and dust

Sex and energy Turn your head off Chasing reality Feed my chaos Bathed in holy light Crown comes with a cost Fuel me from the fight Feed my chaos.’

Angel couldn’t stop listening to it, the original track by Heavenly Creature, entitled Feed my Chaos. They’d only been formed for three and a half months and already, they’d pooled their money together to record a few tracks, gotten themselves a few little shows, and were determined to make a name out there. He admired Bella’s tenacity and zeal hugely, putting together all of the lyrics she’d been writing over the years and crafting actual songs, good songs, too, confessing to him that she was a hoarder of notebooks, always scribbling down something, never without paper and a pen to record inspiration whenever it hit her.

Because of their conflicting schedules, Bella busy with college and his life between outlawing and scrap metal heaving keeping him busy, he hadn’t actually managed to see her again as yet, but they chatted regularly via text in the five days that followed their first meet. In fact, whenever Angel wasn’t busy with club duties, his phone appeared to be welded to his hand.

‘Hey pretty girl. What you up to?’

Hearing her message alert, Bella reached for her nightstand to pick her phone up, squeaking with excitement when she saw it was from Angel.

‘Just chilling at home, playing guitar, writing stuff. You?’

‘Hanging at the clubhouse before I hit the gym. You busy this afternoon?’

‘Nope, I have a half day from college so I’m just gonna sit here with my guitar and stuff myself silly with bagels and cream cheese. Unless you had a more appealing alternative?’

Shit. Was that too forward? Was he merely asking what she was doing out of interest, and not leading anywhere with it? Could she unsend the message before he read it? Two little blue ticks next to the Whatsapp box revealed she couldn't, Bella cringing as she softly thudded her head against the top of her acoustic guitar.

‘Wanna meet me for a few drinks?’

Phew!

‘Yeah, that’d be great. If I get on the train, I can probably be in Santo Padre by the time you’re done with the lifting of the heavy things.’

“Lifting of the heavy things,” he chuckled quietly, typing out another message.

‘Alright. Do you know where West Point Social is? It’s a real cool bar, and they do great food too, if you wanted to stay for dinner?’

‘I don’t, but I have Google Maps, I’ll find it! Meet you there at say, 3:30pm?’

‘Cool, see you then.’

Placing her guitar down, Bella rushed off her bed towards the large, heavy oak wardrobe in the corner of her room. Everything was vintage and nothing matched, but that was hers and her mother’s taste all over. “What the hell do I wear?” Flinging the door open, all of a panic, she raided the contents, considering a dress but then quickly vetoing that decision, landing on her skin-tight, light blue jeans and a simple cropped white top. She teamed them with her black stiletto heeled boots, her usual abundance of jewellery too, picking up one of her beloved heavy fringed bags, this one dark red and unloading all of her stuff into it before quickly touching up her makeup.

The train took forty-five minutes to reach Santo Padre from her home of La Jolla, Bella barely making it after purchasing a ticket, running across the platform as fast as her feet would carry her, sliding in between the doors just as they were shutting with a grateful sigh. She would arrive at 2:57pm, looking on her phone and seeing that the bar was a twenty-minute walk from the station, which was doable.

Her feet disagreed with her two thirds of the way through the walk, but the sight waiting for her at a table on the decking area outside the bar was more than worth it. Fuck. She’d almost forgotten how attractive he was. He was without his kutte, dressed simply in a white vest, dark grey shirt left open and a pair of dark blue jeans, heavy silver jewellery adorning his neck, fingers and wrists. When he saw her, he actually felt a wave of butterflies flutter through him. God, she was so gorgeous, every set of male eyes outside of the bar watching her as she walked, Angel feeling ten feet tall when she arrived with him, standing up to greet her with a hug and a quick kiss.

“Damn,” he breathed, sitting down again. “You look smokin’!”

Bella felt herself blush, her insides screaming with excitement. “Thanks. Looking pretty lush over there yourself, too.”

“Lush? Is that a British-ism?”

“Yeah, kind of. More Welsh than anything. I picked it up off one of my favourite TV shows, Gavin and Stacy. I doubt you’ll have heard of it,” she spoke, placing her bag down, giving her long hair a little ruffle.

He looked completely nonplussed. “Nope, but maybe I’ll watch it with you sometime.” He sat back, shaking his head, barely able to believe his luck. She was so beautiful! It was making him a little crazy, truth be known. “So, what do you want to drink?”

“A Coke, please.”

He leaned forward, making a beckoning gesture with his finger. She reciprocated, leaning closer. “What do you really want to drink?”

She bit her lip, grinning. “Malibu and Coke, please?”

He winked, getting up. “I’ll be back.” He didn’t have any qualms about buying her alcohol, even if she was three years under the legal age limit. Besides, she easily passed for twenty-one. While he was inside, Bella took out her cigarettes, lighting up and looking out around the space. Southern California was, as one might imagine, completely different to her native Hammersmith. The vibe, the people, everything was in stark contrast, most of all the weather, London mostly dull and grey, save for the stifling summer months. She realised that after six months in San Diego, though, she knew nothing of hot weather prior to her move.

“What’s that stuff like, then?” Angel spoke, arriving back and placing her drink down, Bella taking a grateful sip. She was parched after her walk. “I can’t say I’ve ever tried it.” He nodded towards her glass, Bella sliding it across the table to him.

“Here, try a sip.”

He picked it up, giving it a cautionary sniff. The face he made prompted her tiny snort laugh, sipping it back all the same. “Oh, Jesus in a fucking side car!”

There it was again, her booming laugh. “Not a fan?”

“It’s vile! It tastes like air freshener!”

“And now many Magic Trees have you been chomping down on to be able to use those as your comparison?” She bobbed her tongue between her teeth playfully, Angel leaning forward in his seat, pointing at her.

“No shaming my snack habits. They’re low carb.”

She was in soft fits. “Low carb, all card?”

“Exactly that,” he confirmed with a nod. “So, how was college?”

“Boring!” she yelled, maybe a little too loudly. “We had to learn about the basis of chord progression, which is stupid since I know it already! I’ve been playing guitar since I was six!” She suddenly realised her statement came off as a little arrogant, continuing. “I mean, I don’t want to sound like a Johnny know-it-all, but I was just frustrated because I could have been using that time for something else, something brand new to me.”

He reached for her hand, seeing the sudden worry in her face. “I understand, it’s like, you want to make the most of your time. You’re there to build on what you already know, not go over the same things. Maybe though, just see it as a chance to reminds yourself of those things again and keep them fresh?” She’d never looked at it like that before, and had to admit, he was right. She guessed her headstrong youth had a lot to do with it, Angel getting past his now at thirty-six. Already, she knew that would be a point of fascination about him, the fact he was likely a lot wiser than her in some ways.

As they sat and chatted, Angel was fascinated by her, learning more about her homeland, the UK a place that by his own admission, he knew very little about at all.

“I miss it there, I do,” she replied in answer to his question. “I mean, San Diego has everything London does, almost, but what I loved so much about London was the extremities of the cultural diversity. We have so many nationalities of people migrating, and they bring their culture of course, from food to music, it was just such an amazing scene. I always said I wanted to travel, though, so these are my first steps in making sure I don’t stay rooted, that I get out there and see the whole world.”

“And you hope it’ll be your music that’ll make that happen for you?” he asked, taking another nacho from the huge plate they were sharing.

“It will be, I’m certain of it. I’m not going to stop until I make something of myself, and music is going to be it.” He loved that about her, how confident she was. She had every reason to be.

“Well, you damned sure got the talent,” he began, taking a swig of his beer when a particularly spicy piece of jalapeno began sizzling the back of his tongue. “Seriously, I can’t get enough of your music. I usually mostly listen to either old school hip hop or metal, but your stuff, I fucking love. Your voice, Jesus Christ, man! You even impressed Bish, and that ain’t easy to do. He’s very set in his ways over what he likes, but he was stunned when you started singing.”

Her face was curious, wiping sour cream from her fingers with a napkin. “Who’s Bish?”

“President of the MC, Bishop Losa,” Angel confirmed, Bella’s eyes widening a little.

“Does he have a daughter called Hadleigh?”

Angel nodded, pouring the remaining salsa over the nachos. He always ordered extra, because of the inevitable dry under chip situation. “He does! My beloved ass face!”

Bella almost choked on her drink. “I know her! Well, I kind of know her, we move in the same circle. She’s dating a guy who’s friends with Ian, our drummer. Why’d you call her ass face?”

“Because Hadleigh Losa is the biggest pranker on earth, she gets it right from her old man, and they prank on each other constantly. One night, she fell asleep at the club, and to get her back for emptying flour into his leaf blower, he drew an ass on her forehead with marker pen. She went fucking insane! Came off with rubbing alcohol, but I swear, I nearly broke a rib from laughing so hard!”

“He sounds like a fun dad. I remember mine used to be the same. He’d play jokes in my mum all the time, particularly with an airhorn. He used to hide behind doors, under the bed, tables, and one time he even managed to wedge himself in the pantry. She said that was the only thing she didn’t miss after he died, the fact that at any given moment, she was five seconds from pissing her pants in fear at the threat of an airhorn being let off,” she detailed, remembering one time when he’d hid behind the curtains and gotten her, her mum throwing an entire bowl of popcorn in the air. Their old basset hound, Rufus had eaten well that night. “What was your dad like while you grew up?”

“Stern,” Angel confirmed, thanking the passing waitress when she took their empty bottles and glasses away. “Mom was always the fun one. She was the sweetest woman, I swear. She was like you in so much that she lived and breathed music, so we listened to so much, from traditional Spanish stuff to Janis Joplin and Joan Jett, who she loved.”

“Oh my god!” Bella cried, holding a hand to her chest. “Those women are two of my biggest idols!”

“She even got to see Janis, you know. She snuck over the border and hitch hiked all the way up to Hollywood to watch her play at the Hollywood Bowl.”

Bella’s eyes couldn’t have been more alight. “Bloody hell! Now that’s dedication. She sounds like she was such an incredible person, and you’ve only told me a little about her. I’m so sorry, about what happened to her.”

Angel nodded, something sharp tingling in his chest. He missed her so much. “Thanks. I know you get it, though, that’s something we have in common, really missing one of our parents. So, tell me about your mom then, or mum, as you call her.” he teased.

“She’s just terrific, she’s my best friend,” she began, scrunching her nose a little. “And I know that sounds really lame, but she is. She’s so chilled out, a real hippie type, and hugely clever. There literally isn’t a single thing she doesn’t know about plants, and her work is so fascinating, everything she researches in how plants can be used for differing purposes. She specialises in what’s known at phytochemistry.”

“It sounds really complicated,” Angel confessed, sipping his beer.

“Oh, it is. Half of what she tells me I’m just sitting there like, ‘what the bloody, buggery fuck, mum?’ over!” He laughed, loving her differing colloquialisms. He heard plenty more of them as they continued to talk, sharing stories from their lives, finding common grounds, detailing their differences, leaning so much about one another that the time flew by.

It was a first date that went so well that by the time the sun had gone down, Bella had moved around to the other side of the table, sat across his lap, sharing kisses that probably bordered on much too steamy for a public place, but she didn’t care. Neither did he.

“I hate to put a stop to this,” she sighed, her lips tingling.

“Then don’t,” Angel interjected, his hand stroking her thigh.

She laughed softly through her nose, leaning in to kiss him again. He was the best kisser she’d ever experienced, probably because he’d likely kissed hundreds more people than she had, or he was just naturally talented. Either way, she didn’t care. She couldn’t get enough. “I have to, though. My train leaves in forty minutes, and it’ll take me twenty to get back to the station.”

He looked thoughtful for a moment. “How much later could you stay if I paid for your cab home?”

Her mouth dropped open immediately. “Angel, that’s at least a sixty-dollar cab ride! I can’t ask you to do that!”

His hand wandered up and down her back, leaning forward to kiss her cheek a few times. “You ain’t asking, I’m offering. How long?”

Looking at the time on her phone, she worked it out. She didn’t have a curfew as such, her mum being quite relaxed, but she knew that in order to be fresh for college the next day, she should be home for about midnight. “Two hours?”

“Done. Your sexy butt is staying exactly where it is,” he confirmed with a nod.

“More than happy with this decision.” Her confirmation was delivered with the kind of kisses that made his pulse flip madly, Angel not able to remember a time when he’d been so attracted to someone. It wasn’t just that she was gorgeous either, it was her, all of her. She was smart, talented, funny, and so, so gentle and sweet. He was also revelling in the novelty that as a completely smoking hot eighteen-year-old, she could have any guy she wanted, and she’d seen him and thought ‘yep, that one.’ It wasn’t without its charm.

The two hours passed much too quickly, Bella feeling a little sad pit in her stomach as the cab pulled up, standing in his arms, kissing him goodbye.

“You might have to take me with you, because I totally don’t wanna let you go,” he confessed, actually poking out his bottom lip and looking utterly adorable, Bella returning such, making him melt completely. Oh, she was too cute!

“I don’t want to leave you, either!” she exclaimed, quickly calling to the cab driver that she’d be a couple of minutes, the friendly man replying with ‘okay, darling’ before she turned back to the man she was very reluctant to let go of.

“We could remedy this, you know,” he began. “I could give the driver my address instead, and you come stay at my place, blow off college tomorrow, or I’ll take you back there early in the morning, if you want?”

“Erm...” she began, knowing the connotations. She shook her head. “I think I know exactly why you’re asking me back to your place, and it isn’t going to happen. Not this soon anyway.”

He shrugged. “I can keep my hands to myself.”

“Yeah, but maybe I can’t. I’m not easy, but with you, bloody hell. I could be, and I’m not screwing it all up by having sex with you right away,” she confessed, Angel respecting her decision. Albeit somewhat begrudgingly. He then realised, though, that such a stance made her very, very different to just about any other woman he’d encountered in recent years, all of them ready to jump into bed with him right away. God. It only made him like her more.

“No worries, baby. You free this weekend? I’d love to see you again,” he asked, his fingers stroking her lower back in a way that made her tingle all over.

“Not until Sunday, I’m afraid,” she lamented. “I have rehearsal on Friday night, then on Saturday I’m at work in the day, then on the evening we’re playing a little show at a bar not far from where I live, but yeah, Sunday daytime I can be all yours?” Ahh, yes. Sadly, Saturday daytime was out of bounds for her, Angel remembering her briefly detailing her job as a hair washing girl at a salon close to where she lived in La Jolla.

“Then I’ll call you on Sunday morning to arrange something. Text me when you get home, alright?”

She leaned in for another kiss, drinking him in, her heart fluttering madly. “Will do. Thanks for a great night.”

Getting into the cab, she could barely wait for Sunday, grinning like an idiot for the entire duration of the ride home. He was the first guy in a long time who she really, really liked. In fact, she’d never felt like that before at all, she realised, replaying moments from their date in her head all the way home.

She was smitten.

As for Angel, he felt much the same, so much so that after discovering the name of the bar Heavenly Creature were playing at that coming Saturday, he planned to pay her a surprise visit.

Bella almost felt her heart somersault out of her chest when after taking to the stage, she picked him out in the crowd. She realised then that he was just as into her as she was him, and that? That felt wonderful.

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Immortal Cannon Fodder masterlist

Taglist: @extrabitterbrain @wolfeyedwitch

A selection of the multitude of post from Phoenix to their sister Alicia, stashed under her floorboards. Spans the roughly five year period between Phoenix being kicked out and their first Christmas after meeting Kai.

Inspired by this piece by @whumpsday.

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CWs: mentions of being disowned, implied abuse, implied/mentioned parental abuse, brief mention of crucifixion

Dear Alicia,

I'm sorry I left you. I didn't want to. You know that, right? You must do.

I'm just writing to tell you that I have somewhere to stay. You don't need to worry about me. I have a roof over my head and food and that's all I really need.

Except you. I miss you.

Stay safe.

Phoenix x

Alicia,

Merry Christmas!

It's been a hectic few months. I'm sorry I haven't written to you. I hope you're doing well in everything you want to do well in.

Also, congratulations on your summer camp application! I saw it in the newspaper. Mum and dad aren't too mad right? I don't want you to be kicked out too.

Got to go. I'll write again soon. Hope you like the wolf.

Phoenix x

Alicia,

Happy Birthday! I hope you like the stamp! Sorry if you had to pay. I think it's valid but I couldn't not send you a stamp of the time you petted a wolf. I didn't even know they existed until a few months ago!

Anyway. I found the website for that camp you're going on, and they had a list of recommended supplies. I know there's a hardship fund but I don't know if you qualify and mum and dad won't pay more than the bare minimum if you don't so anyway, what I'm saying is, here's some things for your summer. Only small things, I couldn't post anything bigger.

Enjoy! And I hope you have a good birthday! Sorry I can't be there.

Phoenix x

Merry Christmas. Immortality sucks. Hope you like the postcard.

Alicia,

Hey! Happy birthday! Hope you're still doing well! Here's another wolf!

Phoenix x

Merry Christmas!

Heeeey Alicia! I can walk gain! D'you know crucifixion is like flyng? Cept it hurts. It's in the air tho. Not there now. It's warm and fuzzy here. Mmmmm. Miss you. Want you here so I'm not cold and aolne so much.

Here's a wolf. He's a wonky wolf because he's drnuk. Not leki me. Nope.

Oh dear. I'm not sure they meant to write all that. They're drunk. Who gets drunk off eggnog? - E

Sick people who shouldn't be drinking it get drunk off eggnog. My boss is an idiot. And he forgot to tell you they're safe. Just a bad flu and probably a hangover this time. They'll be fine. - B

Dear Alicia,

Happy birthday! 16 today! You're getting old. It's making me feel old, my bones are all creaky and sore. I suppose I am an adult now (nearing a year of it now, actually). Is this what adulthood's like? It's weird.

I hope your exams went okay! Or are going okay, if you're not finished yet. Did the good luck wolf help? Here's a birthday one. He says happy birthday, and he hopes that you're having a good day. So do I.

I hope you like the photos on the card. And the book. I saw it at the bookshop and I couldn't not buy it, really. It reminded me of you.

I wish I was with you. You'll have to make do with this virtual cake instead for now I suppose. I hope you have people to share real cake with.

Happy birthday again,

Phoenix x

Alicia,

Merry Christmas!

Um, happy new year may be more appropriate. Sorry this is so late. I think I missed the last posting date. Maybe. I'm a bit all over the place, but it feels like it's gone Christmas. They're taking decorations down anyway.

Have a good... whenever it is you get this. Love you lots.

Phoenix x

Happy 18th!

Fuck, you're 18. HOW ARE YOU 18 YOU'RE AN ADULT THAT'S NOT RIGHT.

Hope you like the baby photos.

I don't know if you're still in school, or if you have an apprenticeship, or what you're doing next, but I've enclosed some things that might help. I remember you talked about going to uni but that was five years ago. There's gift cards, pens, notebooks, a cookbook (because I'm sure that's meant to be compulsory when you become an adult), I'm sure something will help.

Missing you lots, and I love you,

Phoenix x

I know it's not your birthday or Christmas but look what Aaron found in the zoo shop! It's a 3D wolf card! So I had to send it to you and I am not waiting over four months for you to get it!

Anyway. Kai and Aaron took me to the zoo for my birthday and the wolves loved Kai so much! There's photos so you can see just how much. And it was so much fun and the reptiles were so cool! I got to hold a Komodo dragon! There's more photos, Kai and Aaron insisted on taking lots.

Maybe I can see you again when you move out? It's been so long. You'd love Kai.

Missing you lots still.

Phoenix xx

Alicia,

Merry Christmas! I hope you're doing well. Whatever you're doing now, I hope it's good and that you're having fun. And if you haven't already, I hope you manage to get away from mum and dad soon.

Here's a little ornament, if you have a tree. Or if you don't you can hang him up anyway. His name's Joe (remember when you called everything variations of Joe?)

Phoenix xx

Hi. This is Aaron, Phoenix's friend. I need to tell you not to worry about the spots of blood. Phoenix cut themself cooking and won't put a plaster on because it'll heal (which is a bullshit reason but hey. This is Phoenix we're talking about). They're not badly injured, they're just incredibly stubborn and don't realise people might worry at the sight of their blood. Have a good Christmas!

- Aaron

So. I knew Phoenix had a sister, hi! But they said they were in contact with you, and we assumed that meant both ways, not letters that you can't reply to because apparently you don't have a means of doing so. They're scared of rejection, I think, and your parents finding out, but... they would really like to talk to you.

So here's the deal. I'll give you my phone number and you can tell me if you'd like to have theirs. Or I can just pass on messages or something, I don't know. I just know that they're missing you desperately and from what they say, you probably miss them too.

You don't have to message me or anything. But if you want to, if you want to talk to your sibling again (yes, I'm aware they're an idiot), please do. Whenever you like.

- Kai (07459 637 829) 🐺 ← Phoenix says you like them

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Open Wounds - 10

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: nope

A/N: This has not been edited. Sorry.

You rested your hands on your hips as you looked around the room Stark had given you to store your shit until you could get it sorted. You had to admit that the billionaire was far different than you expected him to be after all of Fury’s grumbling. Even the thought of going through the boxes was exhausting. You left it for the day and headed to your room tucked between Clint and Nat’s. You had enough to deal with in there anyway.

Piles of clothes laid across your bed waiting to be sorted and put away. Bags of supplies you’d purchased to replace the things you needed immediately crowded on top of the dresser and desk. Bucky had helped you secure your weapons as soon as you arrived at the tower so at least some part of your life was organized. You groaned when you got back to your room and took in the mess. This was going to take forever. Maybe it was a bad idea to tell everyone you wanted to take care of it by yourself. If worse came to worst, you could always kick Clint out of his bed and sleep there tonight. Or you could share with Nat.

You took a deep breath and began sorting through the clothes on the bed. Half of them were your dad’s and could be packed away. You just couldn’t bear to get rid of them yet. You hung his leather jacket and one of his shirts in your closet. The rest of his clothes you folded and stacked in some of the empty boxes Tony had obtained for you. It took you longer than you wanted to stow them away but you kept pausing to press the fabric against your nose. You were certain if you breathed deeply enough you could still smell his cologne.

After you placed the last item in its box and sealed it shut, you wrote ‘DAD’ across the side. Then you wiped the tears from your cheeks and got back to work. The rest of the room went faster and it wasn’t long before you had everything in its place. You glanced at the boxes of your dad’s clothes and decided you’d take them to the other room tomorrow. You were done for the day.

A knock at the door caught your attention and turned to find Steve leaning in the doorway. He gave you a small smile. “How’s it going?”

“I’m getting there,” you answered. “I’m at the point I can function. I just have about a thousand boxes to sort through.”

“If you want any help, just let us know.”

“I’ll remember that.” His attention focused on something beyond you and you turned to see that he was looking at the photos on your nightstand. Besides the family picture, there was one of you and your dad laughing as you danced at some event. “That’s my family, for what it’s worth.”

He hummed in agreement. “I actually had a reason for bothering you. With everything that happened today, I realized that we never got a chance to talk to you about this morning. We’d like to have you on the team if you’re interested.”

You thought for a half a second before shrugging. “Sure. Why not? There’s some equipment I’m going to need. Fury took anything that had the remote possibility of belonging to SHIELD.”

“Of course. Just give a list to me or Tony and we’ll get it for you.” His smile widened as he pushed himself off the door frame. “Good to have you on board, Coulson.”

Once he was gone, you pulled out a notebook and started to make a list of what you needed. It wasn’t a long list, but it was an important one. Especially since Fury had taken all your tactical gear including your vests. Asshole. You wondered if you’d be able to forgive him this time.

A little over an hour later you were laying on your bed watching a movie on the giant screen on your wall when another knock came at the door. You looked over to see Bucky standing in the opening with a plate in his hand. You paused the movie and sat up. “Jarvis, lights please.”

You squinted against the sudden brightness as you stood. “Hey, Bucky. What’s up?”

“I thought you might be hungry. I brought you a sandwich.”

You took the plate from him and sat it on the desk. “Thanks. That’s sweet of you.” Pink colored his cheeks and you couldn’t help a small grin. “You can come in if you want.”

It was weird having only your room for your personal space, but you supposed you’d get used to it. It’s not like you had much of a choice. And now that you were part of the team, there was no hurry to find an apartment.

Like Steve, Bucky noticed your photos first. He picked up the one of you and Phil. “Is this your dad?”

You lifted your chin in answer. “That’s right. You never met him, did you?”

His eyes found yours. “They rescued me after New York. I’ve heard the others talk about him though. He’s missed.”

“Yeah, he is.”

He set it down and picked up the other photo. “Fury’s almost smiling in this one.”

“That’s as close as he gets I think,” you agreed and moved to stand beside him. That’s why you noticed when his smile slipped as he studied the photo.

“Is this you in the middle?” He sounded unsure, confused.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and licked your lips. “Yeah. That was taken the year after my dad adopted me. Why?” The thought that Bucky might see the picture and recognize you had never even crossed your mind. You were so not ready to have this conversation yet.

He shook his head and put the picture back. “You just looked familiar for a moment. Must remind me of someone.”

“It happens.” Your gaze moved from him to the photo. For the first time in awhile, you studied your image. You’d been laughing with your head thrown back. It would be difficult if not impossible for him to connect you with that girl he met in Hydra so long ago.

He glanced around the room. “Looks like you got settled in.”

“For the most part.”

Bucky rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. “I, um, wanted to ask if you’d like to get breakfast with me in the morning. There’s a little diner not far from here that has the best food. It’s okay if you want to say no. I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything. I know it’s going to be weird with you living here, I mean we’re practically living together and we just met and—”

“Bucky,” you said with a smile, cutting off his rambling. “Breakfast sounds good.”

His smile covered his face and made your own widen in response. “That’s great. Does 8 work?”

“Perfect.”

“Great,” he repeated himself. Your eyes trailed him as he headed to the door.

Surprisingly, you found you didn’t want him to leave. “Hey, Bucky?”

He turned back to you with wide eyes. “Yeah?”

“I was going to finish my movie while I ate my sandwich. You’re welcome to stay.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. Then he continued quickly before you could even respond. “I’d love that actually.”

You grabbed your plate and settled back on your bed. “I’m watching Shaun of the Dead. You seen it?”

He shook his head so you hit the button to start the movie from the beginning. As the opening sequence started, he moved past your bed to the club chair you’d had them place in the corner of your room. As you ate, you found yourself watching him more than the images on the screen. Afterall, you knew the movie by heart while this new version of your old acquaintance was still a mystery.

Bucky left when the movie was over and you were asleep a half hour later. It had been a long day. It was nearly four when you woke from a nightmare. You sat up in bed panting as you ran a hand over your head.

You dreamed about Hydra. You always dreamed about Hydra. This time instead of the usual faces that haunted your dreams, This time it was Fury and the new version of Soldat that tortured you. That chased you through endless hallways. And Clint, Nat and the rest of the team were all there. Just watching. And when you’d finally been caught, their laughter echoed through your head. God, what was wrong with you?

You tossed the blankets aside and headed to the room next door. You knocked lightly and Clint opened the door a couple of minutes later. The annoyance on his face fell away once he realized it was you. He pulled you into his arms and pressed a kiss to your head. “Come on in, sweetheart. You want me to get Nat?”

You shook your head and pulled away from him to crawl into his bed. You’d ask if you could stay, but there was no point. He’d never say no. “It wasn’t that bad. Just…unsettling.”

He nodded and got in beside you before drawing you into his arms so you could lay against his chest. “You want to talk about it?”

Not really but your therapist said that wasn’t healthy. “The usual only the white coats were replaced with Fury and Bucky. The rest of you watched and laughed when they caught me.”

“Christ, I thought you said it wasn’t that bad.”

“It wasn’t.”

His fingers traced up and down your back helping you relax. You were nearly asleep when he spoke again. “You going to be okay, kid?”

He was talking about more than your dream. He was talking about facing your soulmate. About Fury being an asshole. About you losing the only real home you’d ever known. “I don’t know anymore.”

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