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kekaki-cupcakes · 8 months

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Hi uhm sorry if I bother you: could you please write Percy x daughter of Disciplina (minor Roman goddess of discipline) who’s very uhm well rules-oriented, similar to Jason and cold and military though secretly loves cute and chaotic things (though doesn’t partake) so it’s kind of a rival to lovers situation please? And they meet when Percy arrives at the camp Jupiter? Thank you so much and feel free to decline ofc! Bye bye! Ps: loved your Nike series and I can’t wait for the Hypnos piece too! Take your time though, ofc!

This was a cute idea <3 and I liked writing about Camp Jupiter I haven't had any roman demigod requests before! sorry it took so long I'm multitasking so much haha but this ended up as 2.1k words lol <3

rules orders kisses instructions---Percy Jackson x roman child of Disciplina

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-First of all, it wasn’t your fault that you managed to bring the most chaotic, rule breaking, cute, carefree, demigod into Camp Jupiter.

-You were posted just inside the borders, watching for monsters and the like, and though you’d never admit it, it was one of the quietest and therefore dullest spots for patrol. Nothing ever came through, and you spent most of your time sharpening your weapon and spotting cloud animals. Until something did come through, namely, the bane of your entire existence.

-He came running over the hills with a panda pillow pet and a bronze sword, followed by a hoard of screeching monsters, telling ‘Perseus Jackson’ that today was the day he would die. At the time, rescuing this random demigod was the right thing to do, but looking back, if you had just let him be trampled by the contents of Tartarus, it would have fixed a lot of your problems. Instead you opened the gates to Camp Jupiter and let him in.

-Both of you stood beyond the gates, which were made out of some solid metal that the Trivia kids had installed. They had never disclosed what it was that vaporized the monsters the second they touched it. You should probably check in with that, now that you think about it.

-Perseus had made quite the fuss when the first cohort and the praetors showed up, making giant hands out of one of the rivers that ran along the edge of the city and then being introduced by a god. He took it all in his stride, and even had the nerve to back-talk Octavian [something you’d never admit to wanting to do yourself].

-You hated him immediately.

-Well, maybe not hate, hate was a strong word for simple feelings. You would just rather if Percy [he had corrected the use of his name immediately. You were grateful. Perseus was a stupid name.] had a bit more respect for the way Camp Jupiter worked, and stopped teaching the younger soldiers swear words during meal times.

-A few days into his stay, he approached you in one of the large canvas tents set up. You’d been mapping out which of the hills you were going to use as a base in the next war game with Dakota, when he tripped on his shoelaces and righted himself, grinning at both you and Dakota.

-Apparently he wanted to thank you for not leaving him out the border to fight off the army of monsters on his tail, and volunteered to help out on your team during the war games in return.

-You told him you would consider once he learnt to tie his shoelaces properly.

-You’d then assumed that would be the last of it, thankfully, [although for some reason you’d scan the fifth cohorts section sometimes for a mess of black hair, but you were just trying to keep the younger soldiers vocabulary appropriate. Obviously.] and spent the rest of the day taking poisonous bows and quivers off the children of Mercury, and explaining to the daughter of Pluto that she wasn’t allowed to ‘have a go at summoning a horse skeleton for funsies’.

-Reyna marched between the canvas tents with her metal dogs, barking instructions and sending out a few Helios kids and legacies as medics.

-Ten minutes before the game officially started, when the opposite side were posted up too far away to see their silhouettes on the mountain ridge, and the children of Mars were untying the war elephant from its posts and readying it for battle, Percy burst back into the tent. One of the leopards getting a spiked collar attached to its neck growled, but settled back down when Dakota spoke sharply to it. Lavinia went to shoo Percy out, but something about the easy grin on his lips made you wave a hand, and Lavinia went back to instructing the Vulcan children.

-Percy ran to you, and in quite the untimely fashion, kicked one of his feet up onto the battle plans, mud and dirt smearing across the maps and charts. Before you could yell at him, you spotted his shoes.

-“How’s that for being allowed to fight?” Somehow, in the few hours he’d had spare, Percy had acquired a pair of purple velcro sneakers.

-You stood there for a moment, and then narrowed your eyes at him, folding your arms as well, just to make your point. “If you left Camp Jupiter I will have to report you, you know that, right?”

-He just smirked. “You like me too much. And don’t worry, I traded Octavian's diary for them, some Venus legacy guy had a spare pair. Purple isn’t really my color, but watch!”

-Thankfully, he took his feet off the table, but a moment later he was running across the cramped tent, and threw his arms out for balance as small wheels popped out of the soles of his shoes. A coat of shields crashed to the floor, and the leopard in the corner jumped to its feet and scampered out. Someone yelled and Percy proceeded to spin in a circle and then slip and fall.

-For the first time, you became annoyed that your reflexes were so good, because Percy was sprawled out in your arms, which were under his, keeping him from becoming impaled by a stray electric spear. You held your breath for as long as you could, pulling your expression into one blank of emotions, but then you couldn’t hold it any longer.

-You laughed.

-Pery turned around, pulling his shirt down and skidding a little on the floor. His green eyes you only just noticed were the same shade as the lake near the stables were wide, and he was slack jawed.

-Your stomach started to hurt as you giggled, “what?”

-“You can laugh!”

-“Of course I can laugh, Perseus, I am a person.”

-“I didn’t know you could laugh. And it’s Percy, don’t make fun of me.”

-You went back to glaring at him quickly, and he visibly dulled. You just rolled your eyes and began brushing mud dewy grass of the battle plans. He peeked over your shoulder, hair tickling your neck, so you planted one of the little markers Dakota liked to use to show where people would be patrolling.

-Percy pouted, and you quickly looked away from his mouth [why were you even looking at his mouth?], “can’t I be the horse?”

-“The Pluto girl is the horse, she’s making sinkholes along the tracks to our base, trying to dilute the flow of soldiers. You can be the dog, it’s cute.”

-“You think I’m cute?”

-His smile when he said that was in fact, cute, but you didn’t tell him that. Instead you picked up another of the little coloured markers, and moved it to where you’d initially put the dog. “Fine, you can be the toucan, because you’re an imbecile.”

-“No wait, I wanna be the dog now... And what did toucans ever do to you?”

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-You became quite accustomed to the sound of smooth clicking, a scrape, and then Percy yelping and bumping into the back of you over the next few days.

To the north, beyond the gods, lies the legion's crown.

Falling from ice, the son of Neptune shall drown.

-You didn’t see him off.

-You knew it wasn’t polite, the entirety of the army stood on the shore as Percy, the Pluto girl, and the boy who cared for the war elephant waved them off. But you stayed at your post by the border instead, watching cloud animals and pretending not to see someone sinking to their death in each one.

-But the army didn’t sit with him at every meal because technically, you were a superior and didn’t have an assigned legion, you had just usually sat with Reyna or Jason. You’d eat the breads and nuts and fruits the satyrs and harpies brought while Percy ate everything in sight that was even slightly blue.

-The army wasn’t given a daisy chain as a crown when you showed Percy through the gardens, the trees and flowers acting as borders to the paths leading across the city in the direction of the universities and shops. The army didn’t find an old basketball in the weapons shed and learn to play with Percy, because he couldn’t remember playing before, but he was good.

-The army didn’t sneak him into the stables because really you weren’t allowed but somehow the rearing black stallions calmed him when his breathing got too fast and uneven.

-The army didn’t sit at the edge of the river bed while he ducked under and splashed around like a happy duckling. That stopped when the prophecy was first spoken. Percy skirted around puddles on the last day.

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-There was blood. Lots of it. Smoke wafting from the scattered fires and screams piercing the muggy air.

-You held your weapon tightly in your hand, back to back with Dakota as he brandished a baseball bat wound tight with thorny vines that curled and writhed like snakes.

-Monsters crawled over the mountain ridge in waves, at least half of them squashed by the giant stomping in circles and roaring, creating miniature earthquakes with each step. Alcyoneus was forty feet tall, his skin a metallic sort of color that shone like the sun Helios was bringing into the middle of the stormy sky.

-The fifth legion ran into places, maps and diagrams you’d drilled into them, finally being put to use as they worked effortlessly. The war elephant had doubled, somehow, and both charged at the violent giant currently ripping the roof off the stables, knocking him sideways.

-For a short moment, you assumed maybe a finger had been cut off from the monster, as a bronze sort of color streaked across the horizon, but then it came to a stop in front of Lavinia, who was dragging an unconscious demigod across the battlefield in the direction of the hidden medic base by the university.

-Hazel, the Pluto girl [you’d finally learnt her name] sat atop a stallion, her cavalry helmet over her curly hair. You made eye contact, and her shoulder sunk, but you weren’t sure if it was with relief or disappointment. You couldn’t see her expression from across the bloodstained distance, but you could see the blue harpy foaming at the mouth behind her, talons outstretched.

-You turned to Dakota, but he was already kneeling a little, bracing himself as you stepped on one of his hands, and then he launched you forwards and up, up into the smokey air filled with screams and wails.

-Time slowed a little as you positioned yourself, wind whipping your eyes and making them sting. Hazel ducked as you flipped over her and landed on the Harpies back, rolling it away and further down the hill. Talons raked your cheek, and you whacked it over the head, hard.

-The bronze streak was gone already. Somehow the horse was running vertically up the side of the giant, and then began circling its neck.

-The sleeve of your purple shirt was ripped free and you held it to your face, the deep cuts dripping down your neck and already staining your skin in dark red blotches. Pain prickled, but you felt a chill down your spine, and by the time you had turned, the horned snake’s jaw was already unhinged, fangs dripping with something dark and oily and ready to bite.

-Your heart slowed, or maybe it sped up, all you knew was that it was the only thing you could hear.

-You held your arms in front of your scratched up face and tried to roll, but the snake's tail was already heavy across you, pining you to the blood stained cobblestone ground. You reached for where your weapon had been lost in the wrestle a moment before, but then there was a dragged out squelching sound and a ‘shing’.

-The snake froze, and then its head slipped off its body, landing by Percy’s feet.

-He launched forwards as quickly as the snake had, only he pulled you from the cocoon of scales, panting. Your hands shook, and Percy’s eyes widened when he spotted the splatter of blood on your neck, his face going pale.

-You shook your head weakly, “just my cheek, it’s not bad.”

-He nodded, and then you were once again wrapped up tightly, this time by Percy’s arms. You noticed vaguely that he was actually pretty buff, but then you felt your eyes prickle with emotion.

-He stepped back quickly, ducking his head, “sorry, I..”

-“You didn’t drown.”

- “I technically did but it’s all good now-”

-You cut him off with another hug, your face buried in his shoulder, probably covering him in your own blood as well, but Percy didn’t seem to mind when he hugged you back, chest heaving. You sniffed, trying not to cry, hands tight around his hoodie, “you smell like incense and hay.”

-“That, yeah that explains a lot of it actually.”

-“You don’t get to go on another quest without me, that’s an order.”

-“Yes please.”

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#pjo fandom #pjo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percyjackson #Percy Jackson x reader #Percy Jackson x you #percy jackson x y/n #Percy Jackson fandom #roman reader #Percy Jackson x roman reader

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alun1r · 10 months

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Hogwarts Legacy Boys React 01.

Hi! I’ve never really done one of these before but I had a weird dream that inspired this idea. This is just a small collection of short one shots basically ( less than 500 words). All in good fun and to help me improve my writing :)

Prompt:

F!MC makes a bet with the character and wins. Now the character must pay up. SFW FLUFF🌸

Ominis Gaunt x MC

The quidditch game truly was neck and neck. Slytherin versus Ravenclaw. Students were all on their feet. It was a truly exciting game. Some of the professors seem to even be excited and cheering on the house they wanted to win.

You cheered for Slytherin along with Ominis. Earlier in the common room you playfully bet Ominis that Imelda would score the most points. Meanwhile he put his money on Sebastian. The two had been competing nonstop all season to score the most. So it was a fun little wager.

And right now, they were tied.

She leaned over to Ominis. “ You’re about to owe me, Ominis.” She teased in a playful manner.

He huffed. “ It’s not over yet. Just you wait. I have faith in, Sallow.” He said proudly.

And right on Que, Imelda made another score adding to Slytherin. The game was coming to a close and sure enough, Sebastian couldn’t get one last score in.

She had won the bet.

“ Yes! Imelda! I have you to thank for this win!” Mc said victoriously. Honestly part of her had already forgotten what the pair had betted. She just wanted the victory over Ominis, because it was cute to see him pout.

She turned over to him as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “ Why on earth do I always put faith in Sebastian. I am always disappointed.” He groaned.

She giggled. “ It’s not that you didn’t have faith. Just face it. Imelda is an amazing player. And Sebastian’s only begun.” She shrugged.

He sighed. “ Ah well this was still fun to attend non the less.” He said with a kind smile. “ A bet is a bet.”

He suddenly reached out feeling for the young girl’s arm. His hand trailed up sending small shivers through her.

His hand gently traced over her shoulder, and up her neck as he tried to feel for her face. He cupped her cheek tenderly and smiled.

“ This isn’t the worst bet to lose.” He said before leaning into her and placing a gentle soft kiss against her cheek.

“ Perhaps we should make bets more often. I enjoy the extra random reason to kiss you. “ he whispered against her ear.

Sebastian Sallow x MC

“ Oh come on I know you can do better than that!!” Sebastian shouted leaning over the ledge of the stands. Any further and he very well could fall off, but he was passionate and absolutely determined to win his bet against MC.

But it was very obviously going to be in her favor. Her favorite player was far ahead in scoring more points than Sebastian’s.

“ I told you this game was as good as mine!” She shouted.

“ It’s not over yet, darling.” He said with a wink. “ We’ve got time! I have faith.” He said full of determination and hope.

Suddenly the crowd began to roar even louder. MC and Sebastian looked on confused, trying to see what happened.

All she could hear was the announcer say “ …. CAIGHT THE GOLDEN SNITCH! Game over! Ravenclaw wins!”

“ HAH!” She laughed and jumped around with joy. “ Woo!! I told you they’d score more points!!!” She boasted as Sebastian hung over the side of the rail absolutely defeated.

He slowly straightened up and sighed as the crowds began to die down and file out.

“ You did. And the loss truly hurts.” He said almost sarcastically.

Sebastian suddenly moved towards the excited girl and wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her close, and pressing himself against her. He held her face briefly before trailing his finger tips down to the tip of her chin, gently guiding her to look at him.

“ Good thing this is the kind of bet where I win either way” he grinned before leaning down and gently placing his lips against hers.

Giving her a kiss well worth their little wager.

Garreth Weasley x MC

MC shouted at the teams excitedly! The player she had bet on against the red headed Gryffindor, was scoring more points than his bet.

“ I don’t understand! The last game they were doing so well!!” He shouted. “ Come on!!!” He whined desperately.

She giggled. “ Garrath you chose a person at complete random!!” She accused. “ How on earth did you think they would score more points?”

He rolled his eyes. “ I like an underdog. What’s wrong with that??” He chuckled.

The crowd suddenly roared as the winner was announced with the catch of the Golden snitch. “ Slytherin wins!!” The announcer shouted.

MC jumped and cheered. Taking great pride in having won the bet.

Garrath hung his head as his face turned a bright red.

He turned towards the girl. Seeing her jump in excitement gave him a sort of confidence. Thinking her excitement could be for both the win, and her reward of a kiss. From him.

He smiled and took her hand.

He leaned down towards her to give her a gentle kiss on her rose colored cheek.

She turned at the precise moment for him to miss her cheek.

His lips instead collided with hers.

She stood surprised for a moment.

He suddenly pulled back. “ Oh I’m sorry… I missed completely I SWEAR…”

She shook her head. “ No no. You were right on point actyally.” She said with a smile.

He smiled bashfully. “ Oh yeah?” He said before moving back down, his lips now hovering against hers. “ Pardon the disruption of your reward then.” He whispered before kissing her once again.

#art #harry potter #hogwarts legacy #magic #sebastian sallow #fanfic #fanfiction #character reacts #Hogwarts #Slytherin #ravenclaw #Hufflepuff #gryffindor #garreth x mc #sebastian sallow x mc #ominis x mc #fluff #wholesome #writing

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absolutely-not-my-main-blog · 10 months

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Random Risk E. Rat Notes before I go scrolling my dash at last

-The gang all singing together in the opening, I am kissing them on the lips

-The timing of that opening felt off though, the pacing/timing of the whole episode felt a little off.

-Dennis vaguely mentioning the noises in there, no I am not gonna blow this out of proportion and daydream overstimulation scenarios, I'm not, I'm not (that's a lie).

-Kinda dog-coded Frank again with the water, can't wait to read the essays on that.

-I find it really interesting they decided to team up Dee and Frank once again this season, though I'm too tired to formulate thoughts on why, I just... it's interesting. There's something there... something.

-Charden kicking the wall together, they're so stupid (affectionate) <3

-You can do whatever you want, the parents not around, I wonder if Mac's parents would just like dump him there so they wouldn't have to deal with him for the day and he'd end up in that timeout room a lot because he was angry, he needed a way to let out his anger... the fake gun he wanted to get with the tickets, oh guns again this season, I've got thoughts now for another post, don't mind me, very unrelated.

-I find it interesting the different levels of awareness, how they're all still stuck in the past because it's what they always knew, but on some level can understand why things had to change, especially when confronted with something they recognize as bad that say Frank still doesn't, yet they still cling to it because that's how it's been done, tradition, legacy, they don't actually want what what was there, the punishment? the guilt? even the rat boobs, but they want to cling on to it because they fear change, because if it changed, that means it was wrong, like how it changed from Frank's day, and then they have to face that their childhood memories of this one safe haven were not all roses, so they try to force the past back into the present to prove it was better then... and things go horribly wrong, because some things are better left in the past... seen through rose coloured glasses, but what happens when they do come to the surface, when they see it in new context, just like the whole show lately slowly becoming more tragic in hindsight with each passing detail. This episode reminds me of Big Mo in a way.

-Partly on that above note, for real, Charlie and Dennis sound so unenthusiastic/uninterested in those rat boobs, like an ace and a gay man looking at them just because they think they should, they think that's how it's supposed to be.

-Mac in the feelings room saying he's angry, and he feels misunderstood, unheard, just in this instance or in general, throughout? (Unheard, as he's not supposed to speak.) Misunderstood as our perception of him and his actions this season may not be as it seems. I also find it interesting he's separated from the gang again... And he still feels the need to be punished and feel shameful... maybe he thinks he doesn't deserve that relationship with Donald or Dennis, or... idk, just... much to think about. That theme of denial... needing to deny and look back to cope. To believe his parents still loved him, feeling guilty and being punished is what kids are supposed to go through and he’s not allergic to nuts and Dennis isn’t Johnny. (Also, off topic, Mac with his lil juice box, adorable.)

-Sending Dennis to the Feelings Centre immediately btw

-"I don't 100% understand what satire means." Dee, voice of Reddit today.

-In my mind, Dennis took the ear plugs :) noise sensitive dennis real to me

#iasip #text #sunny sweet 16 #s16 spoilers #iasip spoilers #it's always sunny in philadelphia #risk e rat #anmmbposts #don’t have a ton of ep thoughts because as far as watchability goes it was mid not super funny but I do have analysis thoughts #but it’s mostly stuff I’ve been saying before the season even aired

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ssa-sapphic · 7 months

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Pairing: Emily Prentiss × (POC)fem!oc

Previous Chapter: part one

Summary: When the bodies of several women show up all around LA, it's Garcia who aids the team in making the shocking connection that all of the victims look exactly like one of her favorite actresses, Sloan Hudson. Upon making this discovery, the team soon realizes that this famous celebrity might just be the unsub's final target, meaning that she is now in grave danger and needs to be protected. Unfortunately for Emily, her days of being a profiler are soon put on hold when Hotch assigns her to be Sloan's personal bodyguard.

Warnings: Basically all that an episode of Criminal Minds consists of. I don't really know what to specifically list, but if you have any additions or specific triggers, please let me know

Word Count: 4.6k

“Hollywood is a place where they’ll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul.” - Marilyn Monroe

“Good morning, everyone!" The talk show host introduced, directing his words to the huge camera lens a few feet away and the small audience sitting behind it. "We’re here with America’s Sweetheart, Sloan Hudson, daughter of the late world-renowned director and Academy Award-winning actor Omar Hudson, and she’s here to catch us up on how life has been treating her over the past year since her father’s passing.”

On the sofa next to him, Sloan sat with her legs crossed and a dazzling smile plastered on her face as she looked out into the crowd filled with many of her adoring fans and supporters.

“So, Ms. Hudson, first and foremost how are you doing?” He asked, politely.

With a glance at her manager, who stood backstage with a pointed look, Sloan swallowed the lump in her throat and addressed the man next to her.

“Well, Jimmy, I’ll admit things were rough the last several months after my father’s accident. Loss isn’t ever an easy thing to experience, and it was difficult picking myself up from such a dark place in my life. However, I knew the impact he left on this world would never be forgotten and in a way, it’s like he’s still a part of me. Of course, I know firsthand that life and the industry itself won’t ever be the same without him, but it’s that idea alone that has motivated me to continue in his footsteps and keep his legacy alive. He helped shape me into the woman and actress I am today and I will always be grateful and honored to share the same passion he had for acting.”

Once again, she looked over to her manager behind the scenes, who was now sending her a nod of approval, almost as if she had doubted Sloan’s capability to remember the simple words written for her on yellow note cards that morning. Did she honestly forget that reading pages and pages of scripts was part of her job?

“Yes, his death certainly shocked all of us who watched his career develop over the years but we’re glad to hear that the Hudson talent won’t be ending so soon,” Jimmy noted solemnly, allowing the audience to clap in encouragement before he moved on to his next question. “I think we’re all looking forward to seeing your career flourish just as much. Speaking of which, I hear you’ve already begun a new project that’s set to hit theaters as early as next summer. Can you tell us a bit about the film and what we can expect to see from you this time around?”

"Unfortunately, I can’t say much,” Sloan smiled apologetically, knowing she’d get in heaps of trouble for disclosing any details while production was still underway. “But I’m excited to introduce my fans to this new character I’m portraying. She’s nothing like the roles I’ve had in the past and I hope she touches their hearts just as much as she has mine. I know you’re all used to seeing me in romantic indie films and the like, but this one is going to be a real emotional and dramatic performance for me and I’m honored to be part of such a brilliant storyline. I can’t wait to see it come to life.”

“That’s amazing!" He exclaimed. "It sounds like maybe this could be your year to take home an award, what do you think?”

With a small chuckle, Sloan suddenly grew bashful as she hid her face behind her hands, while the crowd cooed and awaited her answer. Truth be told, her anxiety crept up on her like a shadow in the night from his question, but within a second, she managed to ground herself and slip her mask back on before addressing his words.

“Well, it’s like the famous painter Van Gogh once stated: I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream. In that same aspect, I don’t know what the future holds for me or if I’ll ever take home an Oscar. All I can say is that I’ve been dreaming of it ever since I was a little girl sitting in my father's director chair, and that drives me to be the best that I can be. We’ll see if that’s good enough.”

“Ah, Miss Hudson, just as humble as ever, huh?” Jimmy smiled at her. He then turned to face the camera. “When we come back we’ll talk more with Sloan and even play a few games with her that are favorites on the show! I’m sure all of you watching at home don’t want to miss it. So, stay tuned and we’ll be back after a quick commercial break.”

On the way out of the studio, lights flashed and shouts erupted as Sloan and her security team rushed through the crowd of paparazzi, journalists, and fans. Quickly they made their way over to the limousine waiting for her in front of the building, but not before being stopped by a woman with a microphone blocking their path.

“Sloan! Is it true you’re dating your costar, Colton Davis!? Are you engaged to him?? Where is he, and why isn’t he here with you!?”

“Who said he’s not here?” A male’s voice cut in, as the dirty-blond himself emerged from the limo and threw an arm around Sloan’s waist. She had to force herself not to cringe away from his touch as his hand lingered far more downward than she’d liked. “I’m always supporting my girl from the sidelines. Isn’t that right, babe?” He turned to her, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips knowing the press would have a field day with it.

But just as his chapped lips neared her freshly glossed ones, she moved her head so that they met her cheek instead. It was an act of nonchalance executed so perfectly and ritualistically, that no one seemed to notice. They never did, and it was one of the few reasons that made having a PR boyfriend manageable. As long as they were seen out and about together, that was all that mattered. The nonexistent kisses and intimacy could happen behind closed doors and away from the public’s knowledge.

Sloan ignored the rest of the questions thrown at her and blew a kiss to her fans before entering the vehicle, where she finally let out the breath she had been holding in since pulling up to the studio just hours ago. Moments like these were when she was thankful for whoever invented tinted windows, or in her case, the acting shields that allowed her to remove her mask completely without the worry of being seen. It was there that she could let her guard down and wipe away the thick layers of makeup caked on her face consisting of nothing but fake smiles and faux happiness.

She looked over to her manager, Vera, who was currently having what looked to be a serious conversation on the phone. The older woman spared a couple of glances her way, a mixture of worry and skepticism clouding her features, but Sloan couldn’t seem to find enough energy in herself to care. It was probably a modeling gig or another interview that fell through.

Cancellations and rain checks were like the end of the world to Vera, but to her, they were the calm between each passing storm. Moments where she could finally rest and step away from the limelight to have a day or week to herself.

Outside the car, she watched Colton wrap up his goodbyes. His proud demeanor and love for himself amused her to the point where she let out a dry laugh. The people out there didn’t care about him at all, and she knew that. They were all there for her and the only reason they gave him the time of day was so they could find out more information about her life. However, he was too blinded by his new rise in fame to see that.

Deep down, she couldn’t blame him though. When her career first set off, she too enjoyed the love and attention, but over the years she soon recognized it all for what it truly was:

Misconception.

With a roll of her eyes, she sat back in the leather seat and pulled her iPod out of her bag. Within seconds, “Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want” by The Smiths flowed through the earbuds she had placed in her ears. Listening to music was her usual way of grounding herself before getting into character, and knowing she was due on set within the hour, she figured the car ride there would be her only time to do so.

The song choice was deliberate, not only because The Smiths were one of her favorite bands, but also because the lyrics resonated with her in more ways than she knew how to explain. As a celebrity, you’d think she had access to everything she ever wanted. Truthfully, however, that was far from the case. There were many things she wasn’t allowed to have, and those specific things just happened to be what her heart desired most in the world.

“Sloan,” Vera called for her attention, having hung up the phone. “Don’t think I didn’t see that kiss with Cole. If you could even call it that.” She muttered the last part. “Remember what we talked about? You need to sell this relationship to get more publicity, and that won’t happen when you’re giving him the cold shoulder right in front of the cameras.”

“I still don’t see why I need a fake relationship.” She muttered. “I mean, I’m literally in the middle of filming a new movie. Isn’t that enough to warrant publicity?”

“That’s what showbiz is all about, you can’t rely on one single project to keep you trending, you know that. Besides, your fans don’t know anything about this movie aside from the cast. There’s not much keeping their attention. This relationship, however, is the key.” Vera exclaimed. “Haven’t you checked your socials? You and Colton are the hottest new couple, everyone and their mom is shipping you two.”

“I just don’t understand why it had to be him.” She mumbled in reply, looking out the window and watching him take a few photos with fans.

“Look,” Her manager sighed. “I know you’re still upset about our talk last week, but this is for the best. What you were asking me could’ve put you at risk for so much backlash and negativity. You’d lose hundreds if not thousands of supporters and that’s not what’s going to skyrocket your career, Sloan. What the people want from you is to see your face plastered on skincare ads telling them the secret to beauty, or on movie posters for upcoming blockbuster hits. I mean, you’re America’s Sweetheart for a reason. The public loves you, just as you are now. Why change that?”

“Seriously?” Sloan asked in disbelief. “Vera, this is just the kind of thing that could tell me who my true supporters are! I don’t care about the fake fans or what people think of me. People constantly come into my life just to end up taking advantage of me or using me for their own gain anyway and I’m so tired of it. For once, I just want someone to love me for who I am, not some false image that you or anybody else is forcing me to be. Why don’t you get that?”

“Because it’s ridiculous,” Vera answered simply. “We’ve worked too hard to get you where you are in this industry, and I won’t have you throwing it all to waste over some happily ever after fantasy that isn’t necessary when people literally throw themselves at you every day.”

With a scoff, Sloan put her earbuds back in. “You know, contrary to what you may believe, having people constantly throw themselves at you or want something from you doesn’t feel as good as you think it does. It makes trusting people impossible.”

“Sloan, come on–”

“No, Vera.” She cut her off. “I’m done with this conversation. If you want me to keep acting like someone I’m not then I’ll do just that. Luckily, for you, I know how to put on a good show.”

With that, she turned the volume on her iPod up to drown out any other remarks Vera threw at her. That, and also to distract herself from the overwhelming thoughts constantly plaguing her about life and adulation. It was all becoming too much, and Sloan just wanted to remember the passion she once felt for acting again. Lately, it felt like she was putting on this never-ending show for the world and she hated it. She felt used, empty, and hopeless. If she knew pursuing her dreams would end up making her sign her life away, she would have chosen a different route. At least then she would know who she was, because nowadays she felt her true self slipping away from her with each passing day, and it was starting to take its toll.

“Agent Hotchner,” The lead detective, Owen Kim, shook his hand. “I can’t thank you and your team enough for coming all this way to help us out.”

“Of course,” Hotch replied, before turning and introducing his team. “These are Agents Rossi, Morgan, Prentiss, Jareau, and Dr. Reid. Our technical analyst Penelope Garica will also be here this evening to help assist. Where are we so far in finding Kayla Shafer?”

“Well she’s now classified as a missing person, so we have her face plastered on the news and her family has orchestrated a search party of their own.” He answered, solemnly. “We’re doing everything we can but I’m afraid we don’t have much to work on. My officers are heading down to the bus stop area in a few minutes though to see if we can find any working surveillance cameras along the route we think she would normally walk.”

“Great. I’ll have my team set up in the conference room and we’ll go from there.” Hotch spoke formally, watching Detective Kim nod and walk off before JJ slipped into his sight next.

“So, how are we going to approach this?” She asked, quietly, knowing they had to be careful with letting more details about the case reach the media with a celebrity possibly being involved.

Hotch sighed as he looked around the precinct, discreetly. “If Garcia was able to connect the pieces from being a fan of Miss Hudson, sooner or later other fans will too. Our priority right now is to work the case like normal until we hear back from her management team. Until then, I want you to call Garcia and work on putting together a list of all of Sloan’s past roles in chronological order so we have a map to base off of. Hopefully, we’ll learn who the unsub’s next targets might be.”

“Got it.” She gave him a quick nod, before stepping aside to make the call.

Once the rest of the team finished setting up, they equally dispersed in pairs to take care of the respective tasks given to them on the jet. Rossi and Reid headed over to the morgue to examine the other bodies while Prentiss and Morgan followed the LAPD officers to the diner where Kayla worked.

Immediately after walking in, they were hit with the fresh smell of burgers and fries wafting through the air as the bustling breakfast hours quickly turned into lunchtime for many customers. Waiters and waitresses scurried about, taking orders and wiping down counters left and right. Derek just managed to move away from a serving tray filled with plates of food coming his way as the family in the booth next to them got served their meals.

“Looks like we came at the worst possible time’,” He commented, removing his sunglasses and trying to look for someone in charge. Or at least, someone who wasn’t too busy enough to talk with them.

“There’s something so nostalgic about vintage diners.” Emily looked around in awe. “During my college years, I worked at one just like this so I could pay for my apartment. There was a jukebox and everything.”

Derek smirked, “And how’d that work out for you?”

“It sucked.” She dry-panned. “But it did give me a whole new level of respect for waitresses.” She added, just as a woman with ginger hair walked up to them.

“Table for two?” She asked, already picking up menus.

“Oh, no ma'am.” Emily politely declined, as she and Derek held up their badges. “We’re actually with the FBI, here to talk about Kayla Schafer. Did you happen to be working with her the night she went missing?”

“Yeah, we were on the same shift.” The girl answered, whose name tag was revealed to be Julie. “But it's like I told those other cops when they came asking this morning, I clocked out early for my hair appointment so I wasn’t here during closing hours. I don’t know if she left with anyone or not.”

“That’s okay,” Emily assured her. “We’re more interested in the hours you two worked together. Do you remember if there was anyone suspicious hanging around either without ordering anything or maybe even after paying?”

“Perhaps all they ordered was coffee, but they still stuck around for hours anyhow,” Derek added.

“I’m sorry, I don’t.” She shook her head. “As you can see, it gets pretty busy in here. Most days I’m so occupied with running back and forth between tables and the kitchen that my mind is elsewhere. I don’t focus too much on who’s ordering what, you know?”

“I understand.” Emily nodded.

“I really wish I could help, but I have to get back to work,” Julie explained, before reaching into the pocket of her apron. “Here, this was Kayla’s notepad she used to take orders. It might not be much help either but if you’re looking for odd customers maybe there’s something in it you can find. Kayla hasn’t been working here for too long and after an incident that occurred her first day, she’d often make notes about customer appearances to help her remember who ordered what.”

“Thank you.” Derek accepted the small notebook. “Can you tell us more about this incident?”

“Oh, it wasn’t anything major.” She dismissed it with a wave of her hand. “Some woman complained that her food wasn’t right and made a big fuss. Just the normal slip-up with orders. Even the most seasoned of us workers still have those days. I don’t remember it much but if she came back after that day, Kayla’s got it jotted down somewhere in that book.”

“Alright, thank you. We’ll let you get back to work.” Emily replied, nodding before she and Derek walked out into the parking lot.

“You think this has something in it?” Derek asked, flipping quickly through the pages to see quick scribbles of dates, food orders, and vague customer descriptions.

“I’m not sure,” Emily answered honestly. “We’ll let Reid take a look at it though. He’ll be able to read it faster than any of us and point out specific characteristics in the handwriting.”

After Derek agreed, the two of them entered the SUV and drove back to the precinct. Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Rossi and Reid were in the middle of examining the bodies of Jessica Dunnings, Rina Mendes, and Sofia Lombardi.

“The toxicology reports indicated that various traces of poison were found in each of the victims,” Spencer recalled, his hands gloved up as he leaned closer to Rina’s body. “Have you found out what they are yet?”

The M.E. in charge nodded, picking up his clipboard and reading the report. “We found white powdery residue in each of their nasal passageways which the lab identified as cyanide salt, so we believe they inhaled some sort of potassium cyanide prior to their deaths.”

“Most likely how our unsub abducts them,” Rossi noted, standing over the body as well. “They become dizzy, confused, and end up unconscious right there at the scene. Blitz attack.”

“Initially that was all we had discovered,” The examiner continued. “But after closer inspection, we found neurotoxins in the flesh of their hands consistent with aconite and mesaconitine as well.”

“Aconite and mesaconitine,” Spencer repeated, deep in thought as he lifted Rina’s lifeless hands to observe her palms. “The flowers each victim was holding when they were found were purple. I couldn’t get a decent look at the shape of the petals in the files but now after learning that I’m almost certain that it was Aconitum. Also known as wolfsbane.”

“You’d be correct.” He replied, handing Rossi the full report. “Each of them had signs of respiratory distress, which can happen when the neurotoxins of the plant absorb through the skin. It’s why in the crime scene photos there was no blood around the stab wounds. Cardiac arrest is what caused their deaths, the stabbing was inflicted post-mortem.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Rossi frowned. “How did the unsub have time to do all this at the disposal site? And what reason did they keep each girl for when there are no signs of torture or assault?”

“That’s another thing,” He went on. “When I checked for defensive wounds, I noticed that all three bodies had their nails neatly trimmed, and their hair was freshly washed. Not only that but their torsos had markings embedded in the skin from around their waist and up towards the chest region. Most likely from a corset or restraint of some sort.”

That piece of news instantly made the two agents look at each other knowingly. Perhaps their original theory of the case relating to Snow White might not be as far off as they thought.

Once the team regrouped at the station and exchanged all of the new information they discovered, by that time Garcia was able to get in contact with Sloan’s management team. Unfortunately, they only had a small window to meet with Vera, but hopefully, it would give them enough time to convince her that Sloan needed to up her security and answer some questions that they had.

To keep things hush, only Hotch, Prentiss, and Morgan went to meet with her, while JJ drove to LAX to pick up Garcia (who was bummed out she wouldn’t be meeting Sloan herself). Spencer, on the other hand, stayed back to look through Kayla’s notebook with Rossi assisting him.

“Always a first for everything,” Emily spoke up, as the three of them pulled into the Hollywood lot location where filming was currently underway. Trailers were set up in rows all around, and crew members roamed about with several large pieces of equipment and props, making it hard for them to find a parking space.

Hotch furrowed his eyebrows as he scanned the lot, “Vera said to meet her in trailer seven, does anyone see it?”

“Over there,” Derek pointed out, motioning to the right.

Hotch nodded and maneuvered the car over in that direction. Finally, after finding an open spot, the three agents stepped out into the blazing heat of Los Angeles and walked over to the trailer.

“I want you two to scope out the trailer as I talk to Vera.” Hotch directed them as they neared the entryway. “Look for any signs of fanmail lying about or over-the-top gifts. If our unsub truly is obsessed with Ms. Hudson they no doubt attempted to contact her more than once.”

“How do we know for sure it isn’t Sloan herself committing these murders?” Derek wondered aloud. “I mean, we agreed that the crime scene photos depicted to be the clean work of a female. It wouldn’t be our first celebrity unsub case like that either. Remember Jonny McHale, the comic-book artist?”

“Let me stop you right there.” A new voice cut into their conversation, making each of them turn their heads.

An older blonde woman stood behind them with her arms crossed, looking at them with a mixture of impatience and skepticism laced in her features.

“Sloan has been working endlessly on this new movie, and in between set hours and resting she has had other bookings to attend to where she’s constantly followed by fans and paparazzi. That girl wouldn’t have time to kill anybody even if she wanted to.” Vera argued, defensively. “Now, I took the time out of my busy day to talk with you agents but I will not stand here and allow you to accuse her of murder. I’m sure you’d run right to the press with it and have it be the headliner for tomorrow’s paper.”

“My apologies, Ma’am,” Derek replied. “I’m just trying to make sure all possibilities are covered.”

The woman scoffed but said nothing as she quickly opened the trailer door and ushered them in before they were seen. After closing the door, she led them to the small living space at the end of the trailer and sat down on one of the cushioned chairs motioning for Hotch to sit on the adjacent one.

“You guys have 20 minutes before the cast is dismissed for the day,” Vera sighed, as she texted away on her cell phone. “What’s this about a bunch of killings related to Sloan?”

Emily fought the urge to roll her eyes at her blatant nonchalance, as Hotch introduced everyone and started diving into the case findings with her. She and Derek, however, took that as their cue to wander around the place looking for clues.

There wasn’t much to the eye besides the luxurious furniture and interior design elements. Still, Emily’s eyes landed on what looked to be a black notebook or journal sitting on the small table in the dinette. It was bound in leather and had gold letters imprinted on the cover that spelled out “HUDSON” in cursive. Inside the journal, she saw a white envelope poking out and wondered if it was fanmail or something more personal.

Though curiosity tempted her to read it, she ultimately decided to leave it be and ask questions later, not wanting to leave a bad impression if Vera had caught her snooping. However, when she averted her gaze over to the counter across the way, what she saw next certainly piqued her interest even more. A fresh bouquet of purple flowers rested in a vase by the sink, with the gifting tag still attached to it.

At the sight, Emily walked over and picked up the tag with her glove, but unfortunately, no name was listed. It was completely blank. She was about to call out to Vera and ask if she knew who delivered them but before she could, the trailer door creaked open, and Sloan herself emerged from outside with a look of surprise.

Emily’s breath nearly caught in her throat when she locked eyes with the young actress standing just a few feet away. Instantly, she was hit with flashbacks from the night before when she was watching one of Sloan’s movies with JJ and Garcia. Yet, Emily couldn’t remember a single scene that did the girl justice in terms of her beauty and physical essence. For one thing, her eyes seemed much more warm and vibrant in person. Whatever filters and color editing were added in the film completely dimmed the natural glow radiating behind her false lashes. She could only describe them as golden pools of honey hypnotizing her in the very spot she stood. Unable to look away, all she could do was stare in a trance as Sloan studied her back with furrowed eyebrows.

Though her presence was quite alluring, Emily was soon brought back to reality by the repellent attitude in Sloan’s voice as she slammed the trailer door closed behind her.

“Who the hell are you?”

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The Spark - Chapter 6: Black Two Down - Poe Dameron

Pairing: Poe Dameron x OC

Summary: When her childhood best friend recruits her during an undercover mission for the Resistance, Captain Kara Embers embraces her family legacy and joins the fight against the First Order. As the secrets of her past come to light, Kara never expects to be training with her mom’s best friend, flying her father’s ship, and falling in love with the Yavin-4 boy who always said he’d be the galaxy’s best pilot.

A/N: Still in a little bit of some filler that I felt I needed to get out of my head.. but we're working our way up to the climax of TFA and into a little bit more of our own story line.. Hang in for the long haul here. :)

Warnings: little fluffy at times, violence, language, sarcasm, moodiness, whump, fluff, kissing, ya know.. all that stuff.

Links: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Word Count - 6.2K

If it was any other pilot, they would have crashed their X-wing trying to get to her.

Her ship had been blown out of the sky by a Knight of Ren as they defended Yavin 4 from a First Order air attack. Her comms had gone out first, and then he saw her X-wing careening into the trees in a fiery ball of fury.

Snap and Jess took out the remaining TIEs, forcing their retreat as Poe diverted his attention to getting to his Captain. He followed her trail of smoke, landed in a nearby clearing, and popped his canopy. The sun beat down on him as he released his harness, activated his distress signal and slugged his helmet into the floorboard. Whatever else he had forgotten to do would have to wait.

“Bee Bee – send a message to Leia so they are ready when we get back.” He ordered, hopping down out of his cockpit. Poe was already gone when the droid chirped in compliance, sprinting into the trees toward what was left of Black 2.

Poe had dealt with a fair number of crashes in his lifetime. Most of them being his own. The handful that weren’t his always looked worse than they actually were, up until now.

The canopy of Kara’s X-wing was shattered. The wings and thrusters were still smoldering with the flames that her astromech droid couldn’t manage to put out. It took Poe a second to see the limp body in the cockpit. The visor on her helmet was gone, a deep crack now distorting the Resistance logo on the side. He wanted to throw up.

Based on the look of her ship and the extent of her surface injuries, Poe could determine that Kara was knocked out on impact. It wasn’t until he’d gotten closer that he realized it was likely so much worse than that. Kara’s body was already tepid, her hair drenched with her own blood and sweat. Her arms were burned and her face was marred with cuts from her broken visor and canopy. Her breaths were shallow and rough, likely indicating several broken ribs from where her harness kept her in her seat as the vessel slammed into the ground.

He cut her free from her restraints, carefully dragging her out of the cockpit and away from the wreck. The last thing he needed was the battered ship to explode, and while he didn’t think it was going to, the smell of leaking fuel didn’t exactly soothe his nerves.

They were about 25 feet away when he finally collapsed, taking Kara’s head and shoulders into his lap. He pried off what was left of her helmet and revealed a large gash where the crack had been. He used the sleeve of his flight suit to mop up some of the blood as he applied his only canister of bacta spray to it. He knew he had to get her to stop bleeding, or she’d never make it home.

“Hey, Stargirl. Not yet.” He said, lightly slapping her to try and get a response. She didn’t move or blink. Her face was paler than his flight vest. “Stargirl. Come on, you’re stronger than this.”

Poe heard BB-8 coming through the trees as he tried to rouse her again. No luck.

He didn’t dare let her go as the little droid scanned her body to send intel to the on-base medical team. Tears fell from his eyes as he struggled to stay strong, wiping her blood off his hands and onto his flight suit as he cradled her. All he wanted was a sign that she wasn’t already gone. Something more affirming than her barely-there pulse. Meanwhile, his mind raced with how this was his fault. He should have been paying better attention. Had he not been hellbent on chasing down Kylo Ren’s ship, the Knights would have never had a chance at her in the first place.

Kara’s body shuddered as BB-8 gave her a quick zap. Poe was about to shove the droid away when the young woman coughed and blinked a few times, slowly coming to.

“Kara. Hey - I’m right here, I’ve got you.” His voice sounded so far away, but she willed herself toward it. Her eyes burned as she opened them entirely, noticing the distressed look on Poe’s face before getting hit with a wave of debilitating pain. “Try not to move.”

Her entire world seemed to be moving in slow motion as her mind worked to assess her current situation. She remembered crashing toward the ground after being clipped by a First Order torpedo. They’d been in hot pursuit of Kylo Ren’s TIE before it happened, flying a little too fast and too close to the surface than they should have been. She remembered hearing the adrenaline in Poe’s voice as they coordinated their strike. I’m not losing my chance to knock him out of the sky. Just so he remembers who he messed with!

Kara knew it was a dumb idea, especially when they had already taken out most of their strike team, but she followed him into the dogfight anyway. They’d thought they’d lost the Knights of Ren in their initial chase, diving into various canyons and valleys to avoid blaster fire and pick up speed. Kara’s astromech and BB-8 both warned that they were going too fast, especially that low, but they’d ignored them - entirely too focused on how quickly they were gaining ground on Ren.

She had pulled up sharply coming out of the last canyon, ultimately passing Poe and Ren for a chance to get over top of the TIE Fighter, pinning it into Poe’s targeting system. The torpedo had made contact right as she leveled out, sending her ship barreling straight into the surface of Yavin at almost full speed.

This was going to top the list of “reckless flyboy stunts” that she’d promised Leia that she’d keep Poe from pulling. Now, they were both going to get demoted and grounded - assuming she made it back from this at all.

“There’s a transport coming. We’re going to get you home.” Poe said, trying to sound strong and brave when he was really anything but. She could feel him clinging to her flight suit like it was the only thing keeping him firmly on the ground. He’d already taken care of some of her wounds, evident by the dried blood streaked across his skin and staining his gear. Kara was barely hanging on to consciousness when she felt the cool chain of Poe’s necklace slip around her neck, the weight of the ring settling just over her heart.

“You’re gonna bring this back to me, Kara. Promise me.” He whispered, the bravado slipping from his tone. “I can’t lose you too. Not like this.”

There was a faint squeeze of his hand. He let a smile break through his tears as a bit of hope surged in his chest. She was still with him. He had no idea how, but she was.

Poe stiffened when he heard the sound of footsteps coming through the trees toward them. No one from the Resistance had signaled or landed yet, and he knew it would be at least a few more minutes before anyone from their base arrived. He carefully slid his blaster out of its holster and tucked it near his hand. While he wasn’t the best one-handed shot, it would certainly work if he needed it too.

“Poe?” He recognized the gruff voice almost immediately.

“Dad?” Had Poe not been scared completely shitless, he would have tackled the man.

“We saw the ship go down and hoped we’d find the pilot. Looks like you beat us to it.”

“You aren’t alone?” Poe asked, waiting for whomever his father was referencing to show themselves.

“Han and Chewy are with the Falcon.” The older Dameron replied. Poe made a mental note right then and there to keep up his occasional in-flight prayers. He wasn’t at all big on religion, but damn did the Maker ever do him a favor today.

Kes Dameron crouched down next to his son, his breath catching in his throat when he registered who was laying in Poe’s lap. Kara was a shell of herself. The light triage that Poe had done for her only scratched the surface of the care she actually needed, and she had already lost a lot of blood.

“We’ve got you Kara.” Kes said, holding back his own tears as her green eyes closed again, acknowledging that she had heard him. He saw his son’s entire body go rigid as she winced. “We need to move her now.”

“Where? You don’t have a medbay on the ranch.” Poe contested, his anxiety slipping into his tone. His father blinked and met his son’s gaze.

“The Falcon has one.”

How could he have forgotten? The Millennium Falcon did have a medical bay and plenty of equipment that would give Kara a real fighting chance at making it back to D’Qar. Stars, it was a better option than the transport ship that was headed their way from the base itself.

“Go tell Han we’re on our way.” Poe said as he attempted to move his body around so he could slip Kara’s lifeless frame into his arms and force himself to his feet at the same time. He was determined to not let her out of his sight, truly terrified that if he did, she would slip away.

Kes leaned down and scooped the girl into his own grasp, resting her head against his chest as he made room for his son to get up.

“I got her, Poe. Go call Leia. We’ll get her settled.”

“But–”

“Commander.” Kes barked, stopping his stubborn son before he started. “We won’t leave until you give us clearance. Now, go.”

Poe shook his head and took off into the trees to his X-wing, BB-8 struggling to keep up with his pace. Kes followed them out of the forest at a much slower cadence, ensuring he didn’t upset any of Kara’s internal injuries any further. She had curled in on herself when he’d picked her up, almost appearing as if she was asleep rather than in pain. Han froze when he saw them, knowing immediately who Kes had in his arms.

“No...”

“It’s bad, Han.” Both men went right into the Falcon’s medical bay, Han pulling whatever he could from the storage compartments. He’d found the parts of an expired bacta suit as Kes put the girl down on the observation table. Neither of them were medics, but they could at least get her stable for the ride home.

Han met Kara’s weak gaze as he filled a syringe with a sedative. He hadn’t seen anyone hurt this bad since his own days on the frontline and the last person he expected to see was one of his own kids. His heart ached as he could see the pain ripple across the girl’s usually bright, expressive features. She’d been through hell at the hands of the First Order, and somehow, despite the odds, was still hanging on.

They’d fitted the bacta suit around her and tightened all the straps for the ride as Chewy prepped the ship for take off. Kes pushed the button on the collar as soon as it had power activating the healing properties of the fluid. They saw her body slowly start to relax as she noticed Poe slip into the small cabin. The younger man squeezed her hand once before kissing her forehead, assuring her that it was going to be ok. Even if it did feel like a lie to everyone in the room.

“We clear, Commander Dameron?” Han asked, slowly approaching Kara’s IV port with the medication he’d been rationing out. Poe simply nodded. The older man crouched next to her, like a father to a young daughter, and lightly pressed on the plunger of the syringe.

“We’ll see you when we get home alright?” Han breathed, aware that while she wasn’t strong enough to respond, Kara could hear him. “We got you Stargirl. Don’t you quit on us.” As the medication coursed through her veins, Han swore he could see a small glimmer of hope in her eyes as they peacefully fluttered shut… and all he could do was hope that he was right.

Leia had grounded all squadrons when the Falcon popped on their radar, ensuring that they had plenty of room to make a quick landing. Poe had been right behind them the entire time in Black One, which looked almost out of place when he landed it, especially without its sister ship, Black 2 next to it on the tarmac.

The medical team rushed the injured pilot off the ship and into the operating room as fast as they could, leaving Kes, Han, and Poe to find their way to the bay on their own. Leia greeted her husband and former friend with gentle hugs and gratitude, glancing quickly at Poe, who hadn’t yet brought himself to climb out of his ship.

“I got him.” She said, as the other two men went to assist the team in the medical wing.

The general slowly crept toward Poe’s X-Wing, carefully ensuring she didn’t spook him as she came into view. He was finally out of the cockpit when she had gotten to him, his helmet hanging from his fingertips as he observed another one that he’d put on top of a nearby toolbox. The baby blue detailing implied that it was Kara’s, his fingers tracing the grisly looking crack that emblazoned its left side.

“Now, you know why I insist you wear that thing.” She cooed, seeing a smile tug slightly at the man’s lips. He’d fought her for years on helmets, only for them to save him and countless others from serious injuries and death on a pretty regular basis. This being another great example.

He didn’t speak and she could tell he really didn’t want to. She could sense his overwhelming desire to just break down and cry hiding behind his current look of stoic indifference.

“You don’t have to put a brave face on for me, Poe.”

When he turned to face her, Leia had to hold her breath to keep from gasping. Poe may have returned to them physically unscathed, but he was starting to rack up psychological injuries that made her wish that he’d just been beat up.

The front of his fight suit was no longer orange, as it was riddled with dirt and Kara’s dried blood. His hands were in no better shape, still tinged with signs of his attempt to preserve her life with the simple first aid kit he had in his possession. The man’s usually bright eyes were dark with guilt, grief, and an unimaginable amount of pain as he tried to hide any signs that he had already been sobbing. Poe, a hero to his core, had never looked like this… not even when he’d escaped Kylo Ren.

Leia took the battered pilot in her arms as his helmet clattered to the floor of the hanger. He buried his face in her shirt, allowing the tears stinging his tired eyes to flow freely as his sobs got caught in his chest. The general felt his arms wrap around her as she rubbed small comforting circles in the taut muscles of his back.

Kes twisted his wedding ring as he wandered back toward the hanger, Shara was always better in these moments than he was. Especially when their son’s emotions were involved. He quietly pushed open the door to see Leia with Poe in her arms, almost completely inconsolable. The former warrior’s heart ached, as Leia had been in this position before, comforting him after the loss of his wife.

They had just gotten Kara stable, running an IV of bacta to her instead of needing a tank or a suit. Her tired body had accepted the blood they’d given her and her surface wounds were already healing well. The doctors had told Kes she'd be in an induced coma for a few days as her internal injuries healed… likely returning to full action in a few weeks. The medical team had been very clear stating that she was incredibly lucky that Poe had gotten to her when he did. Truth was had he been even just a few minutes later, she would have bled out.

Han was at her bedside, his hand softly clutching hers as he watched her bandaged chest rise and fall steadily. Kes stood in the doorway, reflecting on what he’d seen in the hanger a few minutes before when his eyes caught the glint of a silver ring on a chain around Kara’s neck. Han glanced his way as he saw him lean forward, trying to get a closer look.

“It’s what you think it is.” Solo smiled, seeing his friend stumbling over the right response. His late wife’s ring hadn’t left his son’s possession since he gave it to him as a teen. Seeing it around Kara’s neck wasn’t exactly a surprise, but a fulfillment of what felt like an unspoken prophecy.

“Leia was right.”

“It’s rare she’s wrong…” Han rolled his eyes as Kes chuckled a bit. Over the years, they both learned the hard way just how right Leia was, about everything. “How’s Poe?”

Kes’ sighed, walking over to the chair on the other side of Kara’s bed to have a seat. “He’s a mess.”

“So were you. When you found out she was gone.”

Han remembered the day almost as powerfully as his friend did. Kes Dameron’s fearless wife had rescued their son from a kidnapping attempt, connecting briefly with him and Chewy on Jakku when she had feared that his captors had seen her. She had him smuggle Poe home, hoping to fly an alternate route and get them off her trail. Days later, a search party had found pieces of her ship scattered across the surface of Tatooine charred beyond recognition. They’d found her wedding ring in the remains of the cockpit.

Poe had learned of his mother’s death when Luke had come to their home to share the news. He had been hiding in the other room, listening to every word and detail as the Jedi had spoken to Kes. He was barely 8 years old at the time but had understood the entire conversation. Kes watched it become the very thing that got his son out of bed in the morning, sending his life careening toward the Resistance at lightspeed no matter how hard he tried to stop him. He knew that Poe would never admit that he silently blamed himself for her death. Just like he would blame himself for the near loss of the girl in the bed beside them.

“He’ll ground himself for this.” Kes murmured, his gaze settling again on the ring against Kara’s chest. “If not himself, he’ll protectively ground her.”

“That’ll change.” Both men looked up to see Leia, who had quietly arrived after convincing Poe to be seen for a few minor injuries. She had also given permission for the medical team to sedate him and keep him for observation. While she fully believed that he wouldn’t hurt himself, she knew that he wouldn’t rest unless someone forced him to – and with her secret weapon already in an induced coma, the last thing she needed was her best pilot right beside her because he refused to slow down. .

Han got up from his seat, offering it to his wife as he corralled another chair from the far side of the room. Leia willingly sat, resting her head on Han’s shoulder as he rejoined her.

“Maker, these kids will be the death of me.” She whispered, closing her eyes as Han ran his hand lovingly up and down her arm. “So much like their fathers. All of them.”

She saw both men bite their tongues when she opened her eyes, choosing to ignore the exchange of eye rolls at her previous comment.

“So, you knocked him out huh?”

“It was that or he’d inevitably fly himself into a moon.” Leia puffed, her gaze drifting to Kara. “They knew what they were doing was stupid. It was beyond kriffing reckless and they did it anyway.”

“That surprises you?” Han quipped.

“Of course not.” Leia snapped, “But how do I reprimand them when they end up in circumstances like this? I can’t ground them because they’re the best. I can demote them but it’s pointless. So instead, they spend a week and half, bored out of their minds, licking their wounds and then just do it all again.”

“That doesn’t sound familiar at all.”

“Kes, I miss your wife everyday because of her ability to reign in reckless flyboys and trigger-happy soldiers. Your son is both of those things.” They tried to stifle their laughter as Leia vented out loud. “And the Embers at least taught their daughter to think before she acts.”

“Athena thought before she acted. Jamie did not.” Kes corrected, that signature dopey Dameron grin spreading across his face. “And Kara is essentially a Dameron at this point, which means that ability has likely been corrupted.”

“I hope Athena is lurking in the Force hearing every word you just said.” The general retorted, enjoying this banter a little too much for her own good.

“She’d agree with me.” Kes fired back as Han held his hand up between them.

“And then she’d tell you both to shut up and take this conversation out of her medical wing.”

The former smuggler smiled as all three of them stood up, silently agreeing that they should find a less solemn place to reminisce about their friends. Leia sent the men ahead of her, telling them she’d catch up, as she dimmed the lights in Kara’s room.

“How’d I know you’d still be awake?” She smirked, sensing his presence in the doorway.

“Probably because you haven’t actually roofied me yet.”

“Keyword there is yet.” Leia waved for Poe to come in, relieved to see that he looked a bit more like himself. His baggy sweats and fitted t-shirt were a welcome change from the bloodied flight suit, as was the faint smell of his cologne on his skin.

He didn’t get but a few steps into the dimly-lit room when he stopped at the sight of her. She was no longer covered in blood and had it not been for the IVs, bandages, and bacta patches on her burns, he would have just assumed she was asleep. Her skin was back to its sun-exposed tone and her chest rose and fell in its usual healthy rhythm.

“She’ll be in an induced coma for a few more days while her internal injuries heal.” Leia said, watching tears brim in Poe’s eyes. “But I wanted you to see that she’s ok.”

Poe was almost afraid to touch her, but settled for putting his hand on hers for a minute just to remind himself that he was, in fact, awake. He immediately was overcome with her usual warmth. He could feel her strength returning to her in waves, the paralyzing pain from before becoming a distant memory.

“Our doctors said if you had not gone after her, she would have bled out.” Leia murmured, “Poe, you saved her life.”

The young man stiffened, diverting his eyes from her. “I endangered it first.”

“I don’t disagree with you. What you both did was incredibly stupid.” The general hardened her tone, just to reiterate to the stubborn pilot what she had already been telling him for years. “You are not going to end this war just by jumping in your x-wing and blowing something up. I need you to learn that.”

Leia gently turned his chin with her hand, forcing him to look at her. His guilt-stricken face saying more than his words ever could. “I’m lucky that I only lost a ship today. Especially when we both know that I could have lost so much more.”

As defiant as Poe could be, Leia knew that he always heard and retained every word she’d ever said to him. It was one of the most endearing qualities about him, especially as he developed as a leader. It was also what made moments like this so frustrating for her.

“I don’t need you to be a hero, Poe. I need you to be a leader.” She softened her tone and brushed a loose curl off the man’s forehead. She could see the shame starting to fade from his eyes. “The gut feeling you had to go get Kara or stay with Snap the other night while you empowered the rest of the team to finish the fight? That’s what I need – that’s what the Resistance needs.”

Leia could see the gears turning in Poe’s head. Sometimes he just needed a push… or a slap in the face. Today was definitely more of a push day.

“So, should I assume we’re grounded and demoted?”

Leia laughed, “Medically grounded yes, for at least a few days. She squeezed his shoulder as she turned to leave, sensing Han starting to wonder where she had gotten to. “Otherwise, you can keep your rank this time, Commander. Don’t make me regret it.”

Poe smiled and nodded. “Understood, General.”

…………………………….

The last time that he’d crossed paths with Kara Embers was right before he’d left for the Temple. She’d hugged him goodbye and wished him luck, showing no outward signs of her fear of him. He could feel her anxiety though, and see some of it in her eyes.

A few weeks before, he’d finally shown her exactly how he felt about her rejecting him. Pinning her against the wall of that same storage garage, he held her still and quiet with the Force as he whispered menacingly in her ear.

“If you ever tell Poe what happened here, I’ll make your life a living hell.” He growled, seeing the sheer terror on the girl’s face. “I’ll make him forget you. I’ll make all your friends forget you. You’ll just be alone.”

His childhood threat had stuck with her up until her early days with the Resistance. She’d told Poe about what happened after she’d impressed him in her initial flight evaluation. Days later, he’d petitioned for her to join his squadron as his next in command.

Ren had sensed her in the chase across Yavin, feeling her animosity toward him for the pain he’d inflicted on Poe. It was those feelings that pushed her to follow the reckless pilot into the skirmish in the first place. Only after she had so quickly gained on him could he feel her desire to show him that she was no longer the terrified kid he’d so easily threatened back in the day.

Only to have one of his Knights knock her out of the sky.

He’d sensed her impact with the surface of their old home, wincing to himself as her life flickered in the Force. It was only seconds later that he noticed Poe’s ship break to the right, careening toward the location of her wreck. There was part of Ren that wanted to follow him, kill him on sight and take her back to his Destroyer for the medical care she’d inevitably need… until he felt just how strong her bond with Poe had become.

As his TIE headed for Yavin’s atmosphere and her body started to give out, Ren sensed her calling to her commander through the Force. The anguished cry for help tore at the last little sliver of his heart that identified as Ben Solo while the rest of him seethed with rage. They should have been destined for each other, but now he was forced to watch her stifle her potential with a man who’s only legacy was that his parents fought alongside the Skywalkers and he could fly an X-Wing better than he could walk.

Poe’s own Force signature had strengthened as well. He’d stand a chance even against a probe from Snoke now, especially if Kara was near. Leia was teaching them to leverage this love they had for each other into an absolutely overwhelming show of strength and light – how cute.

Ren’s fingers twitched around the sticks of his TIE as it jostled into lightspeed. He closed his eyes as he reached out for Kara’s signature again. Its usual tenacious energy was quelled and faint as her very being flirted with the idea of becoming one with the stars. Her heart was barely beating and her mind swam with pain and a struggle to maintain consciousness.

It was only a few seconds later that the pilot’s own warm, tender signature was almost completely overpowering hers. Ren held the connection long enough to feel Poe cycle through his own guilt and grief – finding himself crushing the triggers on his TIE as the man slipped his late mother’s ring around her neck. He’d apologize to Hux for the damage to the hanger later. He needed to see Supreme Leader Snoke.

It was time to go after her. Killing anyone who got in his way, including that kriffing commander.

…………………………………………………………….

Leia hadn’t had a nightmare in a few years, at least not a new one.

The last thing she expected was to see her brother screaming at her as her son slammed his saber through his chest.

“The galaxy’s only hope was a girl you trained to love…and it killed us all.”

She shot forward in bed, shaking as she tried to catch her breath. Han barely stirred next to her, still sound asleep by her side for the first time since Ben had left. He had always been a heavy sleeper. Especially after a few drinks.

And they’d all had more than a few just hours before. Reminiscing about their own poor decisions, injuries, and young love. Han found it fitting that Poe had confessed his love for Kara in the middle of a bar after sneaking around for months. It was almost identical to how Kes had finally told Shara. Now, it would surely become an unspoken Dameron tradition.

Leia’s mind had begun to calm as she recalled the stories that had been told that evening. Her racing heart slowed as she brushed a few of Han’s gray hairs back off his forehead. Luke’s words may have been manifested in her thoughts but they echoed in her ears like he had actually spoken them into existence.

She slowly slipped out of bed, putting on a pair of shoes and curling into a dark cloak before heading out for a walk. The base had a meditative presence when there weren’t hundreds of cadets running around it — and the X-wing squadrons had something beautiful about them as the ships sat idle in the moonlight.

The general closed her eyes as she stood among them, slowly feeling a little bit of each pilot that wore the Resistance crest. They were all incredible personalities with unparalleled courage and character. Jessika Pava had overcome a life in slavery while Snap Wexley had essentially joined the “family business.” They all had stories that had brought them to her doorstep and yet, all of them were busy writing themselves into legends the galaxy would tell for centuries.

She paused when she got to the token black T-70 starfighter and ran her hand along across its nose. There weren’t too many starships that had seen as much action as this one had. There were even less that put up with the absolute abuse its pilot inflicted on it day after day. She smiled as she noticed the matching black helmet tossed haphazardly in the cockpit and tools strewn across the workbench similarly to how she pictured the thoughts in Poe’s constantly working mind.

He was thankfully asleep, soundly, in the medical wing. The night nurse had informed her that he’d passed out next to Kara almost minutes after she’d left them. No medication necessary.

Leia allowed her eyes to wander to the new ship parked next to Black One. Its gunmetal hull sparking in the moonlight as the orange and blue stripes streaked back across its s-foils and back on to its fuselage. It was now almost a complete twin to Poe’s own T-70, with the exception of a few modifications.

“Ahh Jamie.. If you could only see your girl fly.” She said softly, as her fingers traced the Black Two script that was painted just below the canopy.

“He would be mighty proud of her wouldn’t he?” Leia looked up to see her dear friend, Athena Embers standing roughly a few feet away, her own eyes trained on the starfighter. She was clocked in white, looking roughly around the same age as she was when she’d left them, but yet glowing similarly to the moon.

This wasn’t Leia’s first encounter with a Force ghost and it certainly wouldn’t be her last. She was almost more surprised that she hadn’t been contacted by Kara’s mother sooner.

“He really would be. She’s a gifted pilot, truly intuitive behind the controls.” Leia replied with a smile, “You both would simply marvel at the woman she’s become.”

Athena turned to her friend, a saber hilt peeking out of the robes at her hip. “We owe a lot of that to you.”

“Oh Athena… you give me too much credit.”

“Well, we know I can’t give all the credit to Jamie.” Both women’s laughter carried through the quiet hanger, “Then again, he wasn’t Kes.”

“Kara was certainly not as defiant as Poe.” Athena cocked an eyebrow, remembering the young Dameron’s wild streak. Leia was right. Her daughter was a model citizen in comparison. “You don’t graduate top of the New Republic Naval Academy without breaking a few rules though.”

“She was just more discrete.” The women giggled once more.

“I miss you terribly, Thena.”

“I’m never too far away, General. I’m closer to you now than I was when I was running your medbay.”

“I know, but if Kara could see you – ”

“She just might one day, Leia. You know as well as I do that we cannot control that.” Athena said, a bit of pain in her voice as she too hoped that one day she’d be granted the chance to reconnect with her daughter. She had so much she wanted to say – but would even settle for the chance to just tell her one more time that she loved her.

Leia glanced back at the two starfighters, “Their bond is like nothing I’ve ever felt.”

“Her power is more vast than my own and that’s saying something considering your lineage.” Athena ran her hand over her daughter’s helmet, “Your brother would not approve of our plan either.”

“Luke had his chance…and he blew it.”

“Kara is just as dangerous if this doesn’t work—”

“Poe would never let her turn.” Leia interrupted, her hand unconsciously falling over the extra set of tags that the man kept on his workbench. “And he’d die if it meant that she could keep even the slightest glimmer of light in her heart.”

“She has Shara’s ring doesn’t she?” Athena didn’t have to really look at Leia to see her silently nod her head. They all knew just how important the artifact was to the Damerons. Especially Poe. And Leia was a realist – especially when it came to the people she loved. Poe would have taken a hit for a number of people, but the list of those he’d willingly die to protect was short.

Athena’s image flickered slightly as Leia turned to face her once more, “She does.”

“Oh Maker, she’s going to be a Dameron.”

“Did you really think it would have been anyone else?”

“Of course not. They were made for each other. Just like you and Han.” There were tears in Leia’s eyes as Athena’s ghost flickered once more. While Thena’s moments with her were never long, they always felt shorter than they actually were. Leia sorely missed the nights where they’d spend hours commiserating about their children or griping about their husbands closing down the cantina. She missed having her closest friends right there beside her, alive and kicking.

“Take good care of them, Leia. I’ll see you again soon.”

Just like that, she was alone in the hanger again. She’d always be thankful that the Force allowed her to stay connected to the people she held the closest, even if she did wish she could get the hugs and warm touches that she missed so much back for real.

She slowly wandered back to her quarters, finding Han still lightly snoring away in the bed like she’d never left. The rowdy man looked so peaceful, likely in the middle of a dream about flying the Falcon over some tropical planet where they could escape for a while. She kicked off her slippers and set her cloak back on the hook she’d taken it from earlier, carefully slipping back under Han’s limp arm.

Leia suddenly felt at home again, allowing the warmth and love from her husband to soothe her back to sleep.

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mayhemproduces · 2 years

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It was weeks ago that Kenny Omega was scheduled to make his return to the Mayhem ring. We haven't seen him since The Apex stole the MPW World Tag Team Championships, as Omega was dealing with a large number of serious injuries. His return came days after his return to AEW, rocking the world with his stellar trios match with the Bucks, but Kenny's MPW return didn't go nearly as well. In fact, it didn't get started at all, thanks to The Divine.

An attack was orchestrated by VIOLET, and Kenny's match with Prince Devitt was canceled. Why did this happen? Why did The Divine target Omega? Hopefully, we'll have some answers soon…

With Ethan Page, Cody Rhodes, and Candice LeRae accompanying VIOLET out here tonight, the venue showers them in boos, delaying the beginning to VIOLET's speech when she requests a microphone. VIOLET tilts her head back and laughs as she brings the mic up, laughing at the hate pouring out from the fans, like she ever cared what they thought.

"We can do this one of two ways. All of you ugly, pencil-necked little trolls can shut your mouths now, or I can wait until you’re finished,” and, as expected, the fans in attendance don’t take kindly to being called names, their boos growing in numbers before, eventually, settling down, “It’s sad that I even have to come out here and explain myself after the way you all have treated me. After I branched out from that soul sucking, narcissistic little brat at last year’s Hell on Earth, you all have booed me. You’ve insulted me. You forgot about me. You treated me like an insignificant little ant no matter how hard I pushed, no matter how hard I demanded attention, how much I did to earn some respect. And why? Because I’m prettier than you, or because I don’t kiss ass and suck up like some other people in the back.”

“Which brings me to Kenny Omega. After all of the cheap, sneaky things he has done, you all worship the ground he walks on - but he isn't a god. He isn’t divine - he’s just a man. A small man who deserved the beating of his life. But why, VIOLET, why would you attack him like that? It’s simple. I DESERVE the recognition that Kenny Omega has, and I’m gonna beat it out of you until I get it. So, to answer why we attacked Kenny Omega, it’s simple. I’m going to make my name off the legacy of the Best Bout Machine - because I can. Because there’s not one trou de cul in the back who can - “

VIOLET doesn’t get the chance to finish that, as a commotion from the crowd draws their attention to someone hopping the barricade - and it’s Kenny Omega! He quickly gets inside the ring, and drops Cody with a double axe handle! He ducks a swing from Page, nailing him with a double axe handle, before he’s clotheslined to the outside! Omega starts to clear house, and disposes of Candice just the same. He sidesteps a superkick to the jaw, slipping behind Candice, and dumping her with a snap Dragon suplex! That takes out the Divine, leaving only VIOLET and Omega inside the ring.

With her fists clenched at her sides, VIOLET’s eyes flicker from side to side, anger pouring out of her, as a very pissed off, very determined Kenny Omega stares her down. They lock eyes, Violet shouting, “Va te enculer!” , as she charges him. Omega bypasses the End of Everything and slips behind VIOLET, running the ropes, and sending her through the ropes with a V-Trigger! VIOLET falls to the outside, right next to her group, and Omega drops to a knee. The crowd starts to chant for the Rise of the Terminator - but the Divine gets up and flees! Omega’s head pops up at the sudden boos, watching as they hop the barricade and get the hell out of there! A smart move, but a very unpopular one.

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Hello!! I just read your Zhongli and Xiao poly headcannons and its just 🤌💖💖💖

I was wondering if youre willing to do Zhongli and Childe poly with a GN! reader perhaps? ;;w;; Maybe how they managed to pull reader into that wild mess haha

But regardless keep up the good work!!~ 💖

penpal: aww thank u so much, im glad you like my poly hc on xiao and zhongli! and can i just say omg what an even more chaotic pair 😳😳😳

warning/s: spoilers on archon quest (chapter one) and childe’s story quest, reader has a role (adventurer), not proof-read, wearing, and ooc (?)

when you suggest a poly relationship:

-> it was hilarious when you three didn’t date yet.

-> listen, childe would literally be in a one-sided rivalry with zhongli— who isn’t even aware of this rivalry.

-> i honestly can see you and zhongli being friends for quite a while and he wouldn’t realize his feelings until childe comes in the picture and tries to woo you.

-> zhongli would have a hard time trying to figure out his feelings for you while childe is busy flirting with you. you’ll either be (or try to act) obvlivious or think childe’s flirting is just harmless flirting with no meaning to it.

-> basically, your pre-relationship is just complicated and full of misunderstandings.

-> once zhongli actually figures out his feelings, he’ll try to learn more on romance given that he’s very inexperienced with it and will plan on confessing his feelings to you.

-> when childe actually finds out about zhongli trying to confess to you— he’ll literally do so many things to make zhongli not try to confront you such as distracting you, have the wangsheng funeral parlor keep him busy, etc.

-> you’d caught on to childe’s scheming so you have to go confront zhongli yourself.

-> for some reason though— it ended up with both of them confessing you on the spot and let you choose who to be with in this scenario.

-> which resulted in you suggesting a poly relationship

when they’re the one who suggest it:

-> childe and zhongli have a... unique relationship per say.

-> in this scenario, i honestly see childe still being in a one-sided rivalry with zhongli when it comes to winning your heart.

-> for zhongli, he’s still unsure of his feelings but he’ll figure out later on that he wants to be more than just friends with you.

-> he’ll actually notice on how childe is starting to be more.. affectionate with you and just shrug it off as harmless. however, zhongli will start to notice how childe’s flirting has a hint of desperation and seriousness.

-> once childe finds out that zhongli is in love with you too, he’ll not do the same thing that he did in the scenario above— instead, he’ll actually confront zhongli about it.

-> i can actually see childe suggesting a fight and the person who wins will confess to you— but he knows it’s no use. he knows what zhongli is capable of given that he’s rex lapis, the previous god of war and the fact that childe is still recovering from using his legacy form in the teucer incident makes him know that the fight won’t end well.

-> i honestly think childe would make a “contract” with zhongli in confessing to you at the same time and if you don’t choose the other, they have to back off. obviously, zhongli would accept the contract given that he’s the god of contracts and all.

-> so this led to them confessing you in one of the best destination spots of liyue.

-> if you admit that you don’t actually know who to choose, then zhongli would suggest in trying out a poly relationship.

-> i honestly think childe would be against a poly relationship with you and zhongli since he immediately thinks of how chaotic it would be— but if you accept in trying, then childe might as well accept.

what it’s like to be in a poly rel. with them:

-> at first, it was a bit... awkward. neither of y’all don’t know what to do with the relationship but after a while, the three of you would went with the flow.

-> as i mentioned in my prev headcanons that has zhongli, he is inexperienced in dating and affection. he’s stiff when you give him hugs and kisses at first. however, after learning from childe, he would start holding your hand or give you forehead kisses (with permission ofc, this is zhongli we’re talking about).

-> childe is probably the most open when it comes to affection. he’ll always give you a hug or kiss whenever you’re around. he’ll even hug you and zhongli together if he’s in a happy mood.

-> while childe is the most open, zhongli is the most caring. if one of y’all have a hard time sleeping, he’ll get out from bed and make tea that helps you sleep. he’ll also make sure you and childe have eaten well and will happily try to take care of your injuries.

-> when it comes to dates— it’s laidback and partially adventurous. most of your dates always takes place in wanmin restaurant but on special occassions, it’s somewhere out from liyue harbor.

-> as for the public, neither of you really care if the whole nation heard winds of your relationship. childe would most likely prefer to keep his relationship with you and zhongli a secret given that he’s a part of the fatui.

-> speaking of fatui...

-> childe will not tell you anything about the fatui at all. zhongli may have dealt with the fatui as well but that does not mean he’ll tell you what he knows as well (not after a secret contract childe made with him during your first days of your relationship).

-> childe’s reason is that he does not want you to see his.. scary side. even though you know his potential along with the fatui’s, he never tells you his lust for battles. whenever you go on adventures with him, he’ll literally keep his insane addiction to fighting in stability in fear of making you run away from him and never talk to him.

-> he knows you would never be afraid fo him, yet he couldn’t help but just keep this side a secret just in case.

-> fights with them are seldom. the only fights you’ve fought is with childe and zhongli would be the peacemaker between you two. most of your arguments were about how careless the both of you are when it comes to adventuring or fighting enemies. thankfully none of the fights is very serious— just you and childe lecturing (angrily) back to back.

-> whenever you’re sad, they’ll do whatever they can to make you happy. whether it’d be childe making his wallet crying by buying your favorite foods and things, zhongli giving you the best hugs, or both taking you to a place with a comforting atmosphere.

-> whoever made you sad needs to run because they will get their ass kicked by a god and one of the most feared people in the fatui.

-> when it comes to joining you on your adventures, childe will be very happy to kill every single enemy by your side while zhongli would make sure the both of you are protected with his shields.

-> picnic dates picnic dates picnic dates—

-> the three of you are the literal definition of teamwork when it comes to adventuring around teyvat. your team is the kind that all adventurers want.

-> if you get hurt— oof rip to the enemy who hurt you because that’s the last time they’ll ever do before a hugeass whale and a fucking meteor crashed down on the enemy.

-> if one of them got hurt— oof rip to the enemy because they’ll get their ass kicked by an angry adventurer who just wanted to spend time with their boyfriends.

-> when it comes to being jealous, it’s childe who mostly gets jealous. if it weren’t for zhongli, childe would’ve ruined a lot of careers. he’s actually fine if someone flirts with you cuz hey, you’re hot and who knows, maybe the person will offer you a free drink!

-> however, should the person make you uncomfortable, childe’s carefree attitude went 0 and won’t hesitate to try to break the person’s arm if they won’t leave you alone. please pray that zhongli has childe’s back and won’t get you all in trouble for childe breaking someone’s bones.

-> one of the cons of your relationship with these two is they’re busy.

-> i honestly think that childe would be distant. since the fatui got what they wanted from zhongli, he’ll need to be sent back to snezhnaya for another task. he’ll def write letters to you and zhongli and send them every week— even if he’s too busy, he’ll find time to write them just so you two know he’s okay.

-> on regular days, it’ll just be you and zhongli— but then again, there were some days when zhongli would be busy as well due to his job. don’t worry, he’ll be with you by the end of the day and make up for his super busy schedule with cuddles and stories you’ve never heard of!

-> despite them being busy, they’ll actually try everything they can to speed things up just so they can go back to you. if childe has the chance, he would take you and zhongli to snezhnaya and meet his family while he’s doing harbringer works there— hell, he’ll even quit his harbringer work and join your adventure team if he could.

-> of course, as an adventurer— you are also busy with your commissions.

-> sometimes, you’d be gone for the whole day and come back home the next day. it’s not something these two aren’t used to but they do tend to worry whenever you’re gone for more than 2 days.

-> they’ll definitely be more clingy or affectionate when you go back to them from a long trip.

-> every time childe announces in his letters that he’ll go back to liyue, you and zhongli will immediately go visit to the docks and wait for a snezhnayan ship to appear. childe will literally be knocked out from you tackling him with a hug the moment he comes out from the ship.

-> after that sweet reunite, you and zhongli will definitely take him to wanmin restaurant and talk about what you two did while he was gone. childe will also make sure no fatui agent won’t bother you three when times like this happens

-> time is very precious in your relationship. you three really don’t get to be together everyday but whenever you can, you cherish your time.

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request for jack grealish one where he’s really upset over something and you’re there with him to comfort him, lots of physical contact being his love language and you being the only person he likes touching his hair ?

Comfort

You knew from the very second he walked through the door that annoyed would be an incredibly generous word to describe the emotions running through the Brummie boys head. You grimace to yourself, shoulder raising closer to your ears at the sound of the brand new front door slamming heavily behind him with a curse at the fact he couldn't get his shoes kicked off just right the first time he attempted it in the foyer.

The first game was a loss and just about all he'd gotten for the past few days was hate, stress, hate and some more fucking stress. He was exhausted. From Mykonos to Birmingham to get a bag full of clothes so he could meet Villa in London before eventually travelling to Manchester, his sleep schedule has been completely messed up and even when he did have bursts of time where he should have been sleeping, he had been laying awake scrolling through countless tweets criticising his every single move. Add to that the fact his body was exhausted from international duty and that he had wanted nothing more than to curl up by your side and let his worries melt away like he had last gotten to do nearly three whole months ago.

He doesn't know you're here. To the very best of Jack's knowledge, you were still home in Birmingham and he would probably have to broach the conversation of whether or not you'll be joining him up anytime soon, if ever. He lets out a frustrated grunt, but you know Jack better than anyone else and there's the thick sheen of his heart aching tears existing beneath his frustration.

"Hey baby."

His head snaps around to land his eyes on you the second your sweet voice meets his buzzing ears. The echos of Etihad still burn a bit of his hearing away for now, but he knows it'll return to normal by the end of the night. The tears that had previously been kept on his lash line, pushed back by his will not to breakdown for fear he might not be able to stop if he starts are now past the last line of defence, streaming over his cheeks as he crossed the floor at a pace that would send his fife rating into surefire question.

Your body makes an involuntary 'oof' as he crashes against you, his arms so tight around your body as he stops you from stumbling back with the force of his incoming hug. You don't think he's ever actually held you that tightly before, never with such dire necessity, with such urgency for you to be as close to him as he could get you.

The hair that's been allowed to fall loose from the band he'd earlier had it tied back in tickles the back of your neck as it dangles over the exposed skin. He mumbles something almost incoherent about how much he's missed you into your neck, pepping chaste kisses where his lips have landed against you in this hug. You wished you could enjoy that, but the dampening that has begun to occur over the shoulder that his head is above reminds you of the pain he must be in.

Leaving your childhood club is one thing, but leaving it when everybody else seems to think he's a monster for it is a whole different kind of agony. There were just too many emotions for people to see the kind of things Jack had given for the club and the huge opportunity he had left them with his legacy and with the money they copped for his record breaking sale.

"It's okay, Jacky." You coo, tightening your arms around you as he attempts one tighter squeeze to force the tears back into him. It's a futile attempt, his arms loosening but never dropping away from you as he squeezes his eyes shut and lets those sobs shake his body. "I got you, baby. I've got you."

There was such a mix of emotions running through him that made him feel like the world had just pushed him to the ground and taken the perfect opportunity to give his body a good kicking. First final for England in 55 years, then they lost in a penalty shootout he didn't even get to be a part of after a game he barely got to play in. Then a holiday he couldn't take with you because of work commitments and a sudden coworker needed sooner maternity leave meaning your holiday was completely eliminated. As if those things didn't dampen his spirit, all that transfer business had gone down and it was finally all hitting him.

His exhaustion had caught up, an inevitable burn out that could be messed only by the presence of you in his life. Some of this tears that stream down his cheeks and pool on the grey material of your t-shirt are ones of joy and relief for finally having you back in his arms again for the first time in far too long of a time. Jack vows he will never ever spend that amount of time without you again. Never will he let so much time pass before he gets to hold you, kiss you and tell you face to face how much he truly loves every single thing about you.

"You're my rockstar, you know." You announce, seemingly out of the blue ones his body wracking sobs had died to smaller sniffled and period tears streaking down onto you. "I've literally never been prouder of anyone in my life ever. Not only did you fucking smash the euros, but then you stayed so sweet and so amicable during such a difficult process. You handled everything so well, J. I'm so proud or you and I'm so, so happy for you." You promise, pushing him back so you can take his blotchy, tear streaked face in your head. The expanse of that face is coved in your kisses, pecked all over the surface until he's giggling like the Jack that you know so well, his laugh the most contagious sound you've ever been lucky enough to get to hear on a daily basis. "And I'm so lucky that you let me share this journey with you." You finish, landing your lips softly and perfectly onto his with a warmth and love he had been desperately missing out on for those last vital few weeks of his break.

"S' our journey," Jack mumbles in response against your lips, pulling back every so slightly so he can get a proper good look at the face he had missed so much in person. Your cute quirked eyebrows and confusion tainted eyes make him smile before he elaborates. "Not my journey, it's our journey together. All of this, just the two of us."

His words make your heart sore, flying up onto the space above you in pure glee. You had to admit there was a mild element of fear wondering if he would want you here or if he'd maybe be wanting fresh start, but that was certainly not the case for Jack.

"I love you," he says as you feel him tuck you right back into his chest with a content hum. "I love you too, but you need a wash."

Jack's laughter bellows loudly from his chest beneath your ear at your lightly playful and yet very truthful statement.

"I ran you a bubble bath for you. Bathroom's huuuuge." Your eyes are full of wonder like he thought they might be when he would get the opportunity to bring you out to his temporary Manchester abode. This is you would both stay until he could find a house to place some money down on so he can truly start to settle out the fact he's going to have the next six years of his life here in this area with this club. It makes him more than happy, being here. But something that tickles him in thought as he follows you up the stairs is that he'll get to experience all of this newness with you. You’ll get to explore the new area together, find nee places, making it home together. You had both known Soulihull like the back of your hand, now you could find new places to just be together. He can go house hunting with you. He'll let you drag him through the houses he probably wouldn't otherwise look so much into, talking about what room could be which and silly little things he wouldn't even have noticed.

He could pick a house with you that would have enough room to start a family in together within the next year or so, like you had been hoping to do depending on what the club and transfer season had brought. This brought stability, a team that would function well without a reliance on him if there were some things he had to sit out in order to build this family.

It had been, unbeknownst to you, such a pivotal part of discussions with the Manchester City agents. Jack made it clear he was looking for stability and trophies. He had done so much for Villa and now it was time for him to invest energy in bigger fights with bigger clubs that don't face relegation so constantly. He made it clear to the managers also that the was looking to be in the business of starting a family sometime soon. He was welcomed with open arms still. A club who wanted him desperately and would probably have caved to many more demands from him, not having a fraction of an issue with negotiated paternity pay and leave.

He couldn't wait to find a house and settle down here with you for the foreseeable future, even if things didn't look exactly as he thought they might've looked when you first got together as merely young adults.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours, eh?" You ask softly, running your fingers gently through his tangled and sweaty hair as he stands there in the middle of the large bathroom. Jack shrugs. There's so much in there today, not really like usual where he could sort through those thoughts and keep his head clear for every day and every game he faces.

"Just stressed," he huffs, allowing you to help him out of the brand new away strip he had been given at the beginning of the day today for his first first game with the new team.

His muscles are achy and tight, body still stiff from the cold that the rain had battered into his limbs as you easily hook off his boxers and tug them down his legs so he can step over the bathtub into the perfect temperature bubble filled water that makes him heave out a heavy sigh of relief the second it meets his skin.

"Talk to me, baby?"

And talk to you he did after he sat down in that bath with you.

He leaned back against you, allowing you to lather shampoo into the hair he trusted very few people with multiple times to massage the ache out of his skull from the previous days tension headaches. He talks about all those messages from so many unhappy people, some even City fans who didn't even want to entertain the idea of him being there. He talks about his worry of sitting on the bench season after season, telling you he was hoping to god those tweets wouldn't be further from the truth. He confided in you some of his greatest pains; the concept that he'd let his Villa teammates down and maybe even made his family unhappy despite the fact they had given him nothing but their full support and unsurprising pride just like everybody else in his immediate circle.

You massage muscle relaxing soap into all of the muscles in his body as he just talks, letting the weight of the world off of his shoulders to dissipate like the steam in the air from the bath. Only once he has everything off his chest and the waters gone cold do you both leave the bathroom, wrapped in towels then into pyjamas where he wraps you up in his arms like he's been desperate to do since the moment he touched off for International duty months ago, and he talks again.

This time, he talks to you instead of just talking out every worry and fear he's ever had.

Jack uses probably the most amount of words he's ever used in such sensible succession in order to paint you a perfect mental picture of a house just outside the city with a huge garden, fenced in for dogs and kids with a pool and enough room for all three of those future kids to have their own room, even though they'll share at first just for fun. He paints a picture of you at his games with two sons and a daughter, his name on each shirt along your back. The kids will call Foden uncle Phil and they’ll love him just like you both do. They'll get to play with the teams kids on the pitch after the games no matter how tired the guys are even if they've been thrashed in a loss. He depicts the kind of life you had both wanted for so long, somehow always deterred by something until right this moment, the time feeling like it had rolled perfectly into place for both of you.

And Jack tells you about how you'll poke fun at him when he starts to get those salt and pepper strands of hair and he'll love you no matter how you look. Your kids will learn what love is from their parents, they'll pick it up and they'll emulate it in their own lives sometime in the future. They'll stamp out hate with the hearts full of love that you will both allow those kids to grow into.

You both fall asleep together that night, wrapped in each others arms drifting off into dreams of kids that don't exist yet in a house you haven't even looked for with a future that each of you wants nothing more than to grab onto with both hands.

Jack's heart hurts for the changes he's made this week. He doubts the pain will ever fully leave him and he hopes that one day his club will welcome him back to end his career on a high note with them. However, until then the pain will be dulled by the prospect of his new future here.

One he can't wait to get stuck right into.

#jack grealish imagines #jack grealish imagine #jack grealish x reader #england national team #england national team imagine #football fics #footballer fics #footie fics

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Twisted 17 - Mind Games [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A.N.: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves! Here’s the next chapter, I hope you will like it as well, and please let me know what you think of it! ❤❤ Ily, kisses! ❤❤❤

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Warnings: Murder, serial killers, violence, manipulation, mentions of sex, drinking, smoking, angst.

Word Count: 4700

Summary: Love demands sacrifices.

Not even once in your life had you ever imagined yourself in handcuffs, in an interrogation room on the wrong side of the table.

You weren’t even at the FBI headquarters though. The police had taken you to the station after the hospital, taking a blood sample and your fingerprints, then they had handcuffed you and left you there with a glass of water.

Of course they suspected you. Of course they thought you had murdered him.

Murder was your father’s legacy, after all.

You traced the handcuffs over your wrists, already feeling the bruises forming there. The shock still hadn’t worn off but you were starting to think it was a good thing. It felt as if you were watching all of this from behind some kind of glass window, perfectly aware of every single emotion but unable to actually feel them.

Spencer had said when you felt threatened, your body produced nervous energy, some sort of a fight or flight reaction but for once you weren’t trying to do any of that.

You just sat there, completely frozen.

“You look calm,” the police officer spoke, making you look up, trying to ignore the faint yelling coming from outside, possibly from the end of the hall.

“I’m sorry?”

“Most people would be traumatized if this happened to them, they’d be crying, shaking…” he motioned at you, “But look at you. Still as a statue. You look pretty calm.”

“Would you rather if I were crying?”

“I’d rather if you were acting like a human being,” he said, “Why are you so calm?”

Why were you so calm?

Because your mother had taught you this much. Showing emotion when you were afraid meant weakness.

“My father was a serial killer,” you stated, looking him dead in the eye, “I’ve had a complicated childhood.”

“Yeah, I’d say…” he leaned in slightly, “You know, I’ve watched that documentary about your father. His interviews too.”

You raised your brows as he sniffled, trying to look like he was nonchalant about this whole situation.

“And I’ve spent sixteen years on this job,” he said, “After a while, you don’t even need anyone to speak for you to know what they’ve done. It’s all in their eyes and little girl,” he clicked his tongue, “There’s nothing behind your eyes but ice and death.”

You couldn’t cry. You wouldn’t cry. Not in front of people, not even if they tried to kill you. No matter how much they tried to hurt you-

No emotions.

“Impressive,” you managed to say, “Very poetic. Have you ever considered changing your career?”

“You know what I think?”

“I’m sure you’re about to enlighten me.”

“I think you wanted to follow your father’s footsteps,” he said, “I think you killed Anthony, and all those other people. It’s not even your fault, is it? Some people are just born broken.”

That was more than enough to make your eyes snap up to his and you could feel the lump in your throat but you bit your tongue so hard that you swallowed blood, making sure to keep your expression still.

“Nothing to say?”

“You’ve already decided what to think of me,” you said, “And I already told you what happened. What more do you want to hear?”

“Right,” he scoffed, taking a look at the file in front of him, “You went to bed around 12, didn’t wake up whole night, when you woke up you found him like that. Lying in a pool of his own blood, in your kitchen.”

“You don’t look like a whiskey girl.” an unfamiliar voice made you turn your head and you lowered your glass, tilting your head. The guy smiled at you, and stole a look at the whiskey glass you had put on the bar.

“Yeah?” you asked, “What girl am I then? If you’re such an expert?”

He thought for a moment, “Hmm, wine?”

“Depends on the occasion.”

“What kind of an occasion does whiskey call for?”

“Apparently an occasion for meeting guys with bad pick-up lines.”

He let out a chuckle, “Yeah, I swear I’m normally smoother than this.”

“I would hope so,” you grinned, and offered your hand, “Y/N.”

“Anthony.”

“But you failed to mention the part you texted him to come to your apartment.”

“I didn’t text anyone.”

“We have your phone Y/N.”

“I didn’t text anyone,” you repeated, “Someone must’ve drugged me and taken my phone, the same person who killed him, the same person who obviously broke into my apartment.”

“How convenient.”

You clenched your jaw.

“I always wake up during night,” you said, your voice completely calm and controlled. “Always. I never woke up last night, there has to be a reason for that.”

“If you’ve been drugged, it will come up on the blood tests.”

“Good.”

“While we wait for that,” he said, “Why don’t we go over what you did last night?”

You took a deep breath, “I woke up,” you said “Went to work. I left work at 7 to go to my sister’s place. I left there around eleven, came home and went to bed.”

“Nothing else happened.”

“Nothing else happened,” you repeated and he sat up straighter.

“Okay. Well just so you know, Dr. Spencer Reid—” he started and your head shot up, your heart slamming against your chest, “He is giving us his professional opinion at the moment, about this case and what might have really happened this morning. Do you have anything you want to change in your story before he’s finished?”

You gawked at him, blinking a couple of times before you turned your head to look at the one-way mirror on the wall.

The BAU was there, behind the mirror.

“….They came back?”

“We’ve sent them the report, yes. They landed an hour ago.”

It was as if somebody was trying to claw your stomach out of your body as you stared at your reflection in the mirror, trying to ignore the burning behind your eyes before you turned to the officer.

“I don’t have anything to change,” you managed to keep your voice stable, “It was a terrible thing, it definitely was but I didn’t do it.”

Someone knocked on the mirror, making you and the officer look that way before he pushed his chair back and left the interrogation room. You closed your eyes for a moment, focusing on your breathing through the blinding headache but opened your eyes when the door opened again.

Luke.

He offered you a small smile and pulled himself a chair.

“Hi.”

“Hello,” you swallowed the lump in your throat, sitting up with your back straight, your hands clasped.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you stole a look at the one-way mirror, “Is he there?”

“Reid?” Luke asked and shook his head, “I had to basically wrestle him out of the hall, he’s…he’s not allowed here. Conflict of interest. He’s giving his statement at the end of the hall as we speak.”

You nodded, digging your fingernails into your palms. “Okay.”

“He also called your sister on our way here. Couldn’t reach her, but left a message. Listen, he can’t request it on your behalf, but you need to ask for a lawyer.”

“I didn’t kill Anthony.”

“I didn’t ask if you killed him, I’m saying you need to ask for a lawyer.”

“Does he think I did it?” you asked and Luke shook his head again.

“No,” he said, “But it doesn’t matter what anyone else believes at this point, Y/N. Ask for a lawyer.”

You kept your back straight, rolling your shoulders. “If Spencer left a message to Mina, she’s coming.”

“Is she a defense lawyer?”

“No but she knows a lot of them.”

He took a deep breath and put the bottle of your pills on the desk, “The officers also found this.”

You tried your hardest to focus, moving your wrists to help with the soreness of the handcuffs. “They’re prescribed.”

“I can see that. The side effects say confusion?”

You arched a brow, “I’m sorry, do I sound confused to you right now?”

“No, you sound way too controlled right now, I may as well have been talking to a robot.”

You gritted your teeth, trying to control the panic bubbling at the pit of your stomach, sending anger through your veins.

“I’m not confused,” you stated, “Besides, I haven’t been taking them lately.”

He threw his head back, pressing his lips together, “God, Y/N, you can’t say that. A psychiatrist prescribed you something and you—“

“They’re just for nightmares, they don’t make you…” you took a deep breath, commanding yourself to stay calm, “I didn’t kill him. I found him like that. It was terrible, but I didn’t do it.”

Someone opened the door again and Emily Prentiss cleared her throat.

“Luke,” she murmured, “Spencer.”

You could feel your heart skip a beat upon hearing his name but kept completely still as Luke left the room and Emily and JJ walked into the room.

“You’re taking turns now?” you asked and Emily cleared her throat,

“Me and JJ are the only people in our team who haven’t spent as much time with you, so we figured it would be better if we interrogated you.”

“I didn’t do it.”

Emily pulled herself a chair as JJ crossed her arms, standing by the wall.

“Can you walk me through what happened this morning?”

You took a deep breath, “I woke up,” you said, “With a headache. I knew something was wrong, I felt it. My window was open, the front door was half open and my phone wasn’t where I left it. I stepped outside my room, saw the blood, went to the kitchen and saw—“ you gritted your teeth and clenched your fists, “Saw my ex-boyfriend there. Dead. Lying in a pool of his blood.”

“But you heard nothing.”

“I never sleep for the whole night,” you said slowly, “Check my blood test. Something happened last night.”

“We don’t have your blood test results yet, but there was no sign of any sexual—“

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” You cut her off, a shiver running down your spine, “That’s not it. Whoever it was, they didn’t touch me, they wanted…”

“What did they want?”

You shrugged slightly, “I don’t know. They wanted me to see it I think. My…my father’s crime scenes.”

JJ took a deep breath and pushed herself off the wall.

“And you don’t think it’s a little too convenient?”

You pulled your brows together, looking at her and she stepped closer to the table, her eyes fixed on you.

“Two victims so far,” she said, “The ones that we knew that were in the same place as you, they had some connection to you. That woman who was killed at the charity ball, you didn’t get along when you were kids, you turned her down as a client before she was killed, and now your ex-boyfriend ends up dead, in your apartment because you sent him a—“ she scoffed, “I’m sorry, someone sent him a late night text, inviting him to your apartment.”

“JJ,” Emily started but JJ held up a hand while you tried to wrap your head around it.

She had a point. Two victims so far had some connection to you and that was not a coincidence, it couldn’t have been.

“You think I did it,” you rasped out and she scoffed.

“I think you had something to do with all of this,” she said, “I think you’ve been trying to manipulate Spencer for something. The best case scenario, you were cheating, that’s why Anthony was there and something went bad, the worst case….” She shook her head, “You’re behind every single murder we’ve been looking into, and Spencer was just a tool for you. He’s my best friend, and if I find one single proof that you put him in harm’s way, I swear to God I will destroy you.”

Two people had ended up dead, and that was your fault. The copycat was going after people who had some kind of connection to you, and apparently no one except you and your family was safe.

The idea was way too painful to even exist inside your head, but it was clear as day. JJ was right, you were putting Spencer in harm’s way just by being with him, and if it were him, if you had seen him lying in a pool of his blood, his eyes wide open—

You dug your fingernails into your palms until it hurt before you managed to lift your head, that invisible wall which kept you safe from anyone and everyone who could possibly see anything you felt going up again.

“You…” you trailed off, your throat burning, “You don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

“What does that mean?” Emily asked but before you could say anything, someone slammed the door open, making you and the agents turn.

Mina.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” she asked no one in particular and stepped aside so that 4 lawyers could walk inside before the police officer rushed to you to remove the handcuffs off your wrists.

“You’re not saying another word,” she snapped her fingers, “Come on, we’re leaving.”

“We’re going to need her to sign some papers,” the officer said as Mina grabbed your wrist to pull you out of the room, making you hiss in a breath and she froze, lowering her glances to check your sore wrists for any bruises.

“What did they do to you?”

You shook your head silently, and something in Mina’s gaze shifted. You had seen it only a couple of times, including that time you were getting stitches after some girls in your classroom had ambushed you in the bathroom, and more importantly, you had seen that look on her face when Lily had fever that one time and you all had to rush to the hospital and the doctors said she couldn’t see her.

It was fire, similar to yours, ready to burn everything in its path.

“Don’t say anything to anyone. You two,” she motioned at the two lawyers, “Read whatever she’s supposed to sign.”

The lawyers approached the desk by the door as Mina put her coat over your shoulders, rubbing at your arms as you swayed slightly on your feet, trying to focus.

“We’re leaving, okay sweetheart?”

“Miss—“

“No,” When Mina turned to the police officers and the BAU team, any trace of softness in her voice disappeared, “You don’t talk. If you don’t want to get into even more trouble, you’re going to listen to me right now.”

The officer that had been with you at the interrogation room just blinked a couple of times, obviously taken aback.

“Do you have any idea what you just did to yourself?” she asked, “What you did to this whole precinct? Because allow me to explain, my sister was a victim in this scenario, and you tried to pin this shit on her to make her a scapegoat,” she shook her head, “We will be suing you for defamation of character—“

“Mina, your sister—” JJ started but she snapped her fingers at her.

“I haven’t even started with you yet, wait for your turn.”

“Mina…” you murmured but she didn’t even look like she could hear you,

“Where was I? Defamation of character because press will be all over this, intentional infliction of emotional stress and wrongful arrest and hey, to make things fun we will also be requesting the security footage in the interrogation room and if I see one very small slip of anything that wasn’t supposed to be said and done in that room…” Mina tilted her head, “Well, let’s just say that by the time I’m done with you guys and this whole precinct, the only thing you will be able to afford is going to be a typewriter and a desk.”

One of the lawyers came to tell you the document was alright to sign and as soon as you approached the desk, a door by the hall opened and Spencer stepped out.

It was almost excruciating not to be able to run to him. He looked as shocked as he was and he took a step towards you but JJ stepped in front of him as you grabbed the pen, ignoring the way your name spilled from his lips in a whisper.

“Oh, hi genius.” Mina called out, “Were you getting a glass of water while your team was hounding my sister or something?”

Spencer looked almost confused only for a moment before he turned to look at JJ who deliberately averted her glances from him.

“Mina, this is not necessary,” you croaked out as you signed the papers and she shook her head.

“No, this is very necessary, trust me. You need to show these people what you’re capable of or they will try to fuck you up, case and point.” She turned to Emily, “You’re the one in charge, I suppose?”

“I am.”

“Good. Consider this your warning, because the next time anyone in your team, including the puppy dog eyes over there gets any closer to my sister, we will be getting a restraining order for each and every one of you.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, still swaying on your feet and you hugged the coat around you tighter.

Not that you could do anything other than watching this.

“Your sister is an active part of this investigation, your father specifically asked for—“

“My sister is a civilian,” Mina growled, “She has no responsibility for this case, you do. How about you surprise me and do your fucking jobs?”

You took a breath to say it wasn’t fair, that it wasn’t their fault but Mina turned to look at you.

“Get in the elevator, we’re leaving.”

You were way too tired to fight her, way too tired to even stand there so you followed the army of lawyers to the elevator, while Mina shot the officers and the BAU members a fake smile.

“Pleasure, let’s never do this again,” she said, and got in the elevator with you, and you tried to keep your expression still, Spencer staring at you until the doors slid close.

“4 lawyers?” you managed to say, “I don’t think even Bundy had four lawyers.”

“Tell that to mom,” she said, “She was on the phone with a congressman the last I checked.”

You couldn’t even smile at that, but Mina let out a breath before pulling you into a bone crushing hug, making the tears rush to your eyes as you wrapped your arms around her.

“Never do that to me again, you hear me?” her voice cracked for the first time and you nodded slowly.

“I won’t,” you said, “I promise.”

***

It was as if someone had pulled all your energy out of your body. You were exhausted, you could barely understand what anyone was saying but you knew there was no way you could sleep anytime soon.

The blood test, as the lawyers had informed you, finally came back and just like you suspected, they had found traces of chloroform in your system. That and your team of lawyers combined were more than enough to get rid of any kind of accusations against you, so at least you had that.

On the other hand, the fear, the guilt, the sadness were still there inside of you, even if you felt way too numb to reach it.

You wondered if Spencer would have a scientific explanation for that.

Your mother had insisted you would never step a foot into your apartment again, she was already looking for a new apartment for you, one with multiple security systems and until that happened she had told you you would be staying at her house.

The damn thing was way too big anyway and you and Mina had grown up there so you figured it would serve as some sort of shelter.

If it even existed for you.

“Here you go sweetheart,” your mother pushed the tea cup towards you, “Drink it, it’ll make you feel better.”

“I’m fine.”

Kenzie heaved a sigh, “It’s okay if you’re not,” she said, “No one expects you to, anyone would be traumatized.”

“The real estate agent already sent me three apartments,” your mother said, “Huge windows, you love a bright apartment.”

“Mom,” Mina said silently and she heaved a sigh.

“It could help her distract herself,” her head shot up, “Y/N, you should go on a vacation! Somewhere far away from here.”

“Somewhere peaceful could be nice?” Kenzie added, “I think that’s a good idea.”

You and Mina exchanged glances.

“I heard Fiji is lovely this time of the year,” your mother said and you let out a breath.

“Mom, two people died because of me,” you croaked out, “I’m not going to Fiji for vacation.”

“Honey, you could use some peace,” she held your chin carefully and lifted it so that she could look at you better, “You look so…”

“I look like how I feel,” you said and turned your head when the doorbell rang, making Mina sit up straighter.

“Who’s that?” she asked when the maid walked in.

“Spencer Reid?”

“What?” you and Kenzie asked at the same time, your heartbeat getting faster and Mina jumped on her feet but you stopped her, shaking your head.

“It’s okay,” you sniffled, nodding to yourself, “It’s….it’s fine. There’s no point in dragging it out.”

“Dragging what out?” Mina asked you but you walked out of the living room and reached the front door, trying to ignore the warmth filling your system as soon as your eyes caught the sight of him. You stepped out of the house and he pulled you into a tight hug, burying his nose into your hair and inhaling deeply as if it helped him calm down while you just stood there, desperately trying to keep the tears at bay.

You had to do it. No matter how much it hurt you, no matter how much you didn’t want to.

No matter how badly it would rip your heart out.

“You okay?” he asked you, his fingers pushing your hair behind your ear, “I tried your apartment but I figured…”

“Yeah, I’m not going back there,” you shrugged your shoulders, “I’ll move out, it’s fine.”

“Do you want to stay at my place?” he asked quickly and you closed your eyes for a moment, every cell in your body begging you to change your mind.

You couldn’t though. You’d rather die than see him lying in a pool of his blood, all because of you.

“Don’t say that,” you whispered and opened your eyes again, “Please don’t say that.”

He looked almost confused, tilting his head to the side like a puppy before it dawned on him.

“Is this about the file on me?”

You shook your head and he took a deep breath.

“About today?”

“I didn’t send that message,” you said, “To Anthony, I mean. I wouldn’t…. I wouldn’t cheat on you.”

“I know that.”

“And I didn’t kill him. I don’t know if you heard, but the blood tests came back positive for—”

“I never doubted that, not even for one second,” he insisted, “With or without blood test.”

“You might be the only one,” you murmured and he paused for a moment.

“What did JJ say to you?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Because we had an argument on the jet on our way back here and whatever she said…”

You shook your head again, trying to smile.

“I get it,” you murmured, “She’s your best friend, she’s protective of you. That’s normal.”

“Yeah but if she thinks that you’re capable of—”

“I want to break up.”

You could swear the words burned your mouth, some invisible hand clutching your heart tighter and tighter as you willed yourself to keep your eyes on the street, because you were sure that every wall you built to keep your emotions under control would crash down the moment you looked at him. Out of the corner of your eye you could see that he froze and he blinked a couple of times, as if he was lost.

“What?” he asked silently and you tried to swallow the lump growing bigger and bigger in your throat.

“Y/N, wait—no,” he said quickly, breathing hard, “Listen, whatever they said to you today during the interrogation, if that’s what this is about—”

“It has nothing to do with that,” you forced yourself to say, crossing your arms and he took a step closer to you.

“Whatever the problem is,” he rasped out, “We can solve it, okay? Don’t do this.”

That was when it dawned on you.

It wasn’t enough to push him away. You had to make sure to burn that bridge so that neither of you could ever find your way back to each other.

“It’s not one of your cases Spencer, you can’t solve this one,” you muttered and finally turned your head to look up at him, your stomach churning at the sight of betrayal on his face.

“I don’t understand.”

“You—it’s—“ you stammered, trying to find the words, “It’s going way too fast, alright? It’s going way too fast and it’s going to fucking crash, and I can’t—“ you cleared your throat when your voice cracked, “I’m not going to crash with this, I can’t.”

Your father had taught you this way too long ago, when you were too young to even question it.

Stab the prey, twist the knife, pull it back and watch them bleed.

Stab the prey.

“I mean come on Spencer, we’re not in love or anything,” you shrugged your shoulders, “Should be easy enough.”

He stared at you for a couple of seconds, his mouth slightly agape and his brows furrowed, shock written all over his face.

“We’re not in love?” he repeated, “You…you don’t love me?”

Twist the knife.

“Do you really want me to answer that?”

His eyes searched your face, as if looking for any kind of clue that could tell him you were lying, or that it was a trick but for once, it was in vain.

You’d had spent years learning how to control your emotions and your expression when it came to heartbreak.

Pull it back.

“It’s not my fault if you’re in love,” you said, each word making you hate yourself more and more, “I can’t be held responsible for that.”

Stabbing yourself would’ve been less painful, you were sure of that but you knew you had to keep going. One last step, one last sentence and you would be done.

Watch them bleed.

“I never told you to love me.”

Then, silence.

You had to give it to him though, it took him faster than it would’ve taken you to pull yourself together if you were the one on the receiving end of this. He blinked back the tears, clenched his jaw and in a second, his gaze turned cold, exactly like yours.

“Yeah,” he said slowly, nodding, “You didn’t.”

But you had forgotten one small detail.

Spencer knew how to withdraw that knife and stab back.

You cleared your throat and turned around to get inside the house but before you could step in, you heard his voice.

“I was wrong.”

You looked over your shoulder, clutching at the straws to keep it together, “I’m sorry?”

“I was wrong,” he stated, his voice was distant and held no trace of its usual warmth, “Before, I mean. In terms of behavior and psychology, you’re exactly your father’s daughter.”

With that, he walked away from the house, and you just stood there for a moment before stepping into the house and closing the door behind you, that comfortable haze of shock slowly withdrawing from your mind like mist. That hand squeezing your heart twisted it in your chest and you tried to breathe, pressing a hand on your chest.

“Sweetheart?” your mother called out as she stepped into the hallway, then slowly approached you, “You okay?”

It was impossible to stop the tears rushing to your eyes now and a gasp escaped from your lips as you shook your head.

“Mom,” you whimpered, “Please, my—my heart hurts...”

She rushed to you and shushed you gently, pulling you into a tight hug and caressing your hair as you slipped to the ground and you buried your face to her shoulder.

Then the sobs came.

Chapter 18

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Wanda teaching reader how to cook?

Chef’s Kiss

summary: after a failed attempt at making dinner for the team, wanda steps up and helps you out a bit.

warning: mentions of being an orphan, teasing,

word count: 1,266

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cooking was always one of wanda's favorite things to do. when she was young she remembered hovering over of mother, watching everything she did in awe. she felt like food brought a family together and when her parents died, she took on her mother's legacy. she knew she would never be as good as her mom but that didn't stop her from trying and she knew Pietro enjoyed tasting the family recipes, it made them feel like their parents had still been there.

when wanda met you, she swore you had been the most beautiful, gentlest person she’s ever met and it was apparent to everyone that the witch had a thing for you. she was always so protecting and careful with you, if anyone dares speak ill of you, they'd have to deal with wanda and that was a line no one was ever willing to cross.

everyone except for Tony, it was always innocent teasing and you'd never seem to be bothered by his humor until one day, you decided to prepare a home-cooked meal for the team. the only problem was, you didn't have any family or any passed-on recipes like wanda. you grew up in a foster home so the meals that were prepared there seemed like jail food, eating was never anything other an essential to you.

of course, your attempt at cooking was a huge fail and when tony began to tease you about how terrible the food tasted, wanda noticed the difference in your mood. the excitement and cheerfulness seemed to flush away and you crumbled into yourself with embarrassment. wanda could feel the anger bubbling inside of her stomach, gripping hard at her fork. "I think it's good, y/n," Natasha spoke up, smiling kindly at you from across the table.

"good?" tony laughed out, hardly noticing the redness in your cheeks and the pout that began to form on your lips as you stared down at the plated food. wanda didn't let the man continue as she flicked her fingers in the direction of him, making him wear the remainder of his food. "shut up." wanda spoke through gritted teeth as the billionaire groaned in disbelief. he thought it was innocent until you shot up from your seat and left the dining room in a hurry.

the whole team stared at the man, shaking their heads. he could feel the heaviness in the room, and by the way, wanda was looking at him, he knew that he messed up. "not cool, man." peter shook his head and he finished the last few bites on his plate, it wasn't good but you were his best friend and he'd be damned if he made the same foolish mistake as his mentor beside it wasn't worse than aunt may's cooking. "clean the mess up." wanda suddenly spoke and tony was confused for a moment before wanda sent the rest of the food flying.

wanda didn't play about you, that much was clear, and at least now Tony knew better than to overstep his boundaries.

a soft knock sounded at your door moments later and you let out a sigh. "go away, peter!" you figured it was him because you knew he had a good heart and always came running to your aid when needed. a soft chuckle sounded before her sweet voice spoke up. "it's me." she whispered out in a hushed tone, it was soothing, the heaviness of her accent always made butterflies erupt from your stomach. "can I come in?" you uttered out a soft 'yeah'.

wanda hated seeing you upset, it physically pained her that you were sad. she'd do anything to make you smile again. "don't worry about tony. I thought it was good." she shrugged, taking a seat beside you on your bed. you let out a gentle breath, letting your head fall against Wanda's shoulder and she swooned at the contact. "I suck," you exclaimed, frowning when she wrapped an arm around you. "no you don't," she whispered, placing a gentle kiss on your hairline. "I'm never cooking again," you promised, causing a sad smile to grow on her lips as she held onto you tighter.

"how about this?" wanda paused for a moment when you adjusted your head to gaze up at her. "let me teach you."

you agreed, enjoying any kind of time you could spend with wanda. you had still been pouting like a child the next day when wanda dragged you into the kitchen. "you should just give up on me while you still can." you frowned, wrapping your arms around yourself as wanda moved around the kitchen for the things she needed.

"don't be so dramatic." she laughed, her heart warmed when a smile tugged at the corner of your lips, letting your arms drop down to your sides. "oh, I'm dramatic now?" you teased, tugging away some seasonings that wanda held. she smiled at you, giving you all her attention. "you're acting like you blew up the kitchen." she gazed at you for a moment, feeling her heart pound against her chest.

"I could've." she rolled her eyes, her hand found its place on your lower back, tugging you closer to her so that you were placed in front of her. "I'll make sure you don't," she whispered into your ear, her hands moving to tug your hair back before making sure that it was all secured into a ponytail. .

a chill run down your spine, you were sure that wanda was just teasing you at this point, with the subtle touches that she left all over you. you wished wanda was bold enough to make a move but that didn't seem like the case.

you were following each instruction the girl gave you, her hands placed on either side of your waist as she hovered over your shoulder to make sure you were doing everything right, for the most part, you were. "look at you." she hummed out, feeling proud of the little things that you were accomplishing. you beamed with excitement as she praised you, tilting your head back enough to look up at the woman. her gaze was soft as she gazed down at you, a smile tugging over her lips.

wanda couldn't stop herself from leaning down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, it was quick but when she retracted from you, a groan left your lips and she quickly got the message, leaning back down to connect your lips once again. her smile had been apparent as she kissed you, one of her hands tightened on your hip while the other came over to hold your throat gently. as much as you wanted to turn around and completely melt into the kiss, your hands were dirty and you knew that wanda wouldn't be too happy about getting uncooked food on her favorite sweatshirt.

"y/n, listen, I heard you were cooking so I just wanted to-" tony quickly cut himself off and the sound of his voice seemed to bring the both of you back to reality. wanda stepped away from you, a blush creeping up on her cheeks as she stared tony down until he left.

once the dinner had been done and served, you sat quickly, worry coursing through your body as you awaited everyone's review on your dish. wanda had been leaned against you, her arm wrapped around your shoulders.

"This is..." tony stared down at his plate for a moment before snapping his gaze back at you, mouth full. "fantastic." Wanda smiled down at you, it was clear that she was proud of you but other than anything she was happy that she could make you happy.

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TikTok Trend: #FirstDate

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Billy Russo x Reader

Word Count: 1453

Warnings: Angst, language

Summary: A first date with Billy and a chance to check out Anvil.

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The next morning you are smiling at your phone as you walk to the kitchen to get coffee. Billy had sent a text saying, “Good morning, gorgeous. Look forward to seeing you tonight.” You know it’s a line, but you can’t help feeling flattered. As you round the corner, you run smack into Bucky. You drop your phone and Bucky swoops down to pick it up. He looks at the message still up on the screen. His eyes meet yours with a sad look before handing your phone back and retreating to his room. Your stomach twists, but then you straighten your shoulders and continue your quest for coffee.

Later that morning, you work on a video to post. “Hey guys! I have a date tonight! Help me pick a dress!” The TikTok video continued showing you modeling three dresses. “Okay, comment red, blue, or black! I’ll show the final look before I head out tonight.” You blow a kiss and send the video to the PR team. It was approved and posted within twenty minutes and your phone began dinging with notifications.

PR let you know an hour and a half before your date that the red dress had won. You got ready and set your phone up for a quick video. “Hey guys! The red dress won. Here’s the final look. Wish me luck!” You post the video, bypassing PR, and head to the elevator. Billy was going to pick you up at the front of the tower at your request. He had offered to come up, but you didn’t want another awkward encounter. Billy pulls up in a Rolls Royce Wraith. You smile and raise an eyebrow at him as you slide in the passenger side, “Hi.”

“You look gorgeous.” Billy smiles.

“Thank you. You look good, too.”

“I made an effort.” Billy jokes. He takes you to an Italian restaurant you had never been to before. A bottle of wine, a delicious meal, and lots of talking and flirting ensue.

“Tell me more about Anvil.” You encourage him and he launches into a full explanation of what they do and some of the jobs they’ve taken on. He’s enthusiastic in his descriptions of the company business and you enjoy hearing about some of the jobs. “Sounds like you enjoy the work.”

“I do and I take my business seriously, I’m very hands on.” He says. “What about your work?”

“I love it for the most part.”

“What parts don’t you love?” Billy narrows his eyes appraisingly at you.

“Sometimes Steve is a little too goody two shoes for me, I guess. He sees the world in black and white, good and evil, I see it in shades of gray. Sometimes good comes out of bad and bad things come out of good things. Steve doesn’t see it that way and it can occasionally cause friction between the two of us. I… I wasn’t always one of the good guys. There was a time that I was part of the criminal element. SHIELD found me and turned me, turned my life around, but… I don’t know. I guess I feel like Steve still holds that against me at times.” You swirl your wine in your glass as you speak and then look up at Billy to see his reaction.

“You like to color outside the lines. I like that. So, tell me what happened with the whole Bucky thing?” Billy’s eyes are piercing as he asks the questions. His stiff jaw signals feelings of jealousy.

“You mean the TikTok video and the aftermath?” You look away for a second, “Bucky live broadcasted a video he wasn’t supposed to. PR called us in almost immediately after. Two former baddies getting together just doesn’t look good apparently. Then a week later he starts dating Sharon.” You roll your eyes and shrug.

“You don’t like her?” Billy asks.

“Everyone kisses her ass because she’s Peggy Carter’s legacy. Bucky’s always had a thing for her, but she dated Steve. I guess he finally decided to go for sloppy seconds anyway.”

“Tell me how you really feel.” Billy chuckles.

You smirk, “One thing about me you should know, Billy, I don’t sugar coat shit and I tell it like it is.”

Billy studies you for a moment before leaning forward, “I like you more and more. We’re doing some training exercises at Anvil on Thursday. I’d like you to come by and observe. Maybe give your opinion.”

“My consulting fee is hefty.” You smirk at him.

“Come by. See what we do.” Billy pushes.

“I have a mission briefing first thing tomorrow. I might be out of pocket for a few days, but I’ll let you know.” You sip your wine.

“Would you care to see the dessert menu?” Billy asks as he sees the waiter making his way over.

“Mmm, no. I’m watching my figure.” You smile.

“I’ve been watching it all night. It’s exquisite.” Billy smiles slyly. He pays the check even though you offer and leads you out to his car. He takes you to a club where the two of you dance and flirt for a few hours. Afterward, he drives you home and walks you into the building. He kisses you good night at the elevator and says he’ll text you. You are barely in your room before you get a text.

Billy: Sleep well, Beautiful. Hope to see you Thursday.

You: Stop texting and driving.

Billy: I live dangerously.

You: Just remember I only date live men. Good night, handsome.

Billy: I’m at a stop light. G’Night, gorgeous.

The next morning, you head into the conference room for the mission briefing and are inundated by Tony the minute you walk in the door. “How was your date last night?”

“Phenomenal,” you take your place and watch as Bucky enters, glances at his usual seat next to you, and then moves to one further down the conference table. You do your best to hide your hurt at the snub.

“Where did Russo take you?” Tony asks.

“Giovanni’s and then to Pulse.” You reply, glancing back at Bucky’s surly demeanor. When you look back to Tony he raises an eyebrow at you in a suggestive manner and you scoff. “Then back here since I had an early morning briefing.”

Steve, Nat, Wanda, Vision, and Sam clamor in then, nearly overshadowing the sound of Bucky’s aggravated grunt but you caught the noise. You look back at him and he is glaring in Tony’s direction. You turn to the front where Steve and Tony begin giving mission details. A two day mission that should be fairly easy to accomplish. Perfect for you, you’ll be back in time to check out Anvil.

The mission went off without a hitch. You had received texts from Billy each day and the two of you had talked back and forth. So when Thursday rolled around, you donned an outfit that was both flattering and appropriate for training exercises. You had a feeling Billy was going to put you into action one way or another.

You arrive at the Anvil facility on your bike and find Billy waiting in the parking lot for you.

“Hello Gorgeous.” Billy smiles, “I should have guessed you’d have a bike.”

“Hey there, handsome. It’s hot, right?” You sass.

“Very. Let me show you around.” Billy surprises you by holding out a hand. You take it and he walks you into the building. He shows you the tactical course and explains the exercises they are running. He takes you up on a catwalk to watch as the teams move through the exercises. Billy asks your opinion at several points and you point out your observations. He takes you down to meet with a few of the team members. He motions to his three best men and says, “gauntlet.”

Immediately, you tense, sensing the shift in the atmosphere. The three encircle you and you spend the next several minutes fighting them. You take each of them down without serious injury until Billy tells them to stop. You smooth your hair, rub a bit of blood from your lip, and look up at Billy.

He approaches you with a smile, “you handled that better than I expected.”

As soon as he’s close enough you lunge forward, headbutting him directly in the mouth. He grabs his mouth and leans away while looking at you with a glint in his eyes.

“Oops. Should I have said ‘gauntlet’ first?” You sass.

Billy smiles and a drop of blood rolls down his chin from his split lip, “I love your fire. I have an offer for you. Let’s go to my office to talk.”

“Lead the way.” You smirk.

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please don’t go

Ushijima x Reader - Scenario

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warnings: angst, breakups

wc: 1640

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“Please don’t go.” It’s a soft, tearful whisper.

“I thought you would understand, y/n. We had established this.” His reply was blunt. Like a dull knife to the chest, digging deeply only to pull right back out, leaving you gushing and writhing at his words.

“Please don’t.” Your cry reached his ears this time.

“I need to focus.” He sighs, twinging with guilt.

Why didn’t you understand? Had you not known that his career would come first? Above everything else?

Or had he misspoken at some point, giving you the false assurance that this relationship would work forever? That he could always treat you as though it were possible to balance both you and his life’s work.

“Then I won’t distract you! Just don’t leave me. Please.” You begged, knees painfully falling to the cold floor, but your cries fell on deaf ears.

He remains resistant to change. Without accommodations. Nothing left to give or take.

“Maybe someday, y/n. But this isn’t working out for me anymore. I have to leave for now.” Ushijima’s response is icy.

He meant for those words to somehow be heartening. Promising, even. That maybe this was just the wrong time and place for a relationship. Where time could ebb and flow and someday he would be able to draw you back into his life.

Yes, there would be a day where you could take priority.

Because he wanted you… but not above his first love. Not above his skills and lifestyle. Not enough.

Volleyball comes first. Plain and simple.

And for that, he wouldn’t compromise.

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White, crisp linens and fresh lemony scents.

Fluffed pillows fitted with new covers and soft patterns. Feather filled duvets. Curtains drawn to keep out the early morning light.

Everything has stayed clean, clear, and Pristine. Even the dust particles, dancing around the room, have always seemed to find their own peace, settling mildly in gentle formations.

You sleepily blink open your eyes, rustling your arms over the bedspread to what should be a happier sight. Soft pillows hugging your sides, the gentle birdsong outside your window, a conceivably delicious cup of coffee to be made in the kitchen.

Yes, you should be filled with contentment. You were safe. Physically you were fine, and nothing was on your checklist for today.

In fact, things had appeared fine for months now...

Yet all you notice is who’s missing.

There’s no longer a delicate divet where his dozing head used to lay. The scent and shape of the pillow had only recently dissipated thanks to your citrusy laundry detergent and the slow passing of time.

You don’t awaken to a recently showered, olive-green eyed boyfriend. You could still picture the water droplets, hanging freshly on the tips of his tufts of hair. How the towel draped around his neck, over his shoulders, catching the drips and drops as they fell.

That warm smile he shared with you before placing a chaste kiss upon your forehead, caressing the side of your face. It was pure. You can almost feel the ghost of his lips. Still lingering. Mocking you.

You were liberated from his presence… but you never wanted to be.

Being absorbed in his chaotic life had kept you busy, but you had never minded it. There was never a doubt in your mind that volleyball would be his first priority. That he would follow his passions. His plans. His abilities.

You just wanted to tag along. To sincerely celebrate his victories and mourn his losses. Supporting him and holding onto him when he needed it. Yes, he got home late at night, left early in the morning, and only connected with you on his very few off days… but you cherished every second of it.

Because you loved him. You poured your soul into watching him flourish and thrive. It made you feel whole.

However, eventually, to Ushijima, you started to rival volleyball, becoming a distraction. He had made space for you in his already complicated life. And at first, it was a welcome change. A breath of fresh air to his methodical and planned out character. You were complex, bringing new perspective and sunshine into his typically boring apartment. Beautiful in a natural, yet eye-catching way. Furthermore, you somehow knew how to keep up with his hectic pace along with his gruff personality.

In every aspect, you were perfect.

Expect one.

You were a diversion from the life he had in mind.

And even though you never pushed him to give you more… he longed to give you more of his attention. More time. To share his success with you. To love you deeper. To give you what you deserved. Because you are a profound being… and it burdened him to have to choose between his two greatest desires.

But, as most things do, these thoughts of love and devotion go unspoken, coming out all wrong. Mangled, unemotional, and misrepresented. Looking back, Ushijima wishes he’d been able to express it to you with empathy. To erase the tears that followed his brutal narrative. But softness isn’t his strong suit… and he needed you to know that, as powerful as he was, he wasn’t strong enough to balance you and volleyball.

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“Ushijima, if you leave…” You take a deep breath, tears slipping down your face, “... you have to promise me you’ll never come back.” You choke out, your request came out in a sobering snarl.

For a moment, you question your own words- but your dignity was on the line.

“You can’t just break up with me and expect me to be there when you get back. I’m not disposable, you know?”

His body goes rigid. He hadn’t meant it that way.

You meant more to him than words could express… so why couldn’t he get it out clearly enough? How could he make you understand the gravity of his choices?

“...Y/n, it doesn’t have to be like that. I just need to concentrate right now.” The alarm, though subtle, shines in his eyes.

His usually composed, confident figure began to show cracks of uncertainty. He didn’t want you out of his life… Not at all.

He just needs you out of his mind for the time being. Just until he had things settled. You could come back at some point and he could love you so well. Just the way it was supposed to be.

But clearly he’d struck a deeper chord. He’d selfishly assumed you would wait for him. You weren’t some prized pony.

You’re a person. Someone with worth, plans, and dreams, just like him. He’d failed to acknowledge just how demeaning the truth of his actions were. But it’s too late.

You haven’t replied and the pain is etched intricately across your face.

“Okay, fine.” He breathes in deeply, letting out one final exhalation of defeat, “I... I’m sorry, y/n.” His brows furrow in deep, conflicted thought, but his mind is made.

He won’t be back.

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Ushijima’s life hasn’t changed much.

It’s the same old routine. The standard, grueling workouts. Typical volleyball practice, group meetings, finances, paychecks, physicals, doctor’s appointments, fan meet-n-greets.

The usual.

But there’s a void settling like glacial frost in his soul. A snowy blue that seemed to melt into his bones, slowing him down.

He didn’t go a week… a day... a minute without thinking of you.

Even now, lying in bed, the room cloaked in a tranquil darkness, you rest on his mind.

It’s not just the emptiness of the bed or the lack of physical touch. It’s the bitter, clawing memories of what he’d done to you and your gentle spirit. His body is frigid and forever frozen in the recurring visions of his foolish explanations, by how heartless and indifferent he’d seemed.

He’ll never get over the venomous tinge to your words.

You’d felt used.

He’d never meant to make you feel that way.

But since he moved out of your apartment, everything has felt glaringly hollow. The icy, barren tundra he crosses every time he realizes he won’t come home to your sunbeam smile and those thoughtfully lit candles, wears on him. How you would lavish him in comforting words, lulling him into a restful sleep.

Ushijima hardly remembers the last time he slept well.

Those dark circles under his eyes follow him everywhere. His whole team can see the exhaustion seeping into his execution of serves and spikes. He’s never struggled with his game performance before, but somehow the crashing reality of you leaving him has broken his patterns and systems.

He’s weary from searching for an answer to his emotions. Your warmth gave him life… and with that gone, what was the point of all of this?

And then it struck him, the realization sinking its needle-sharp claws into his soul, shredding it in seconds.

He’d found something far more valuable than any unique skill. More remarkable than the legacy he’d built as a world-class volleyball player. Someone who wanted to be with him just for the sake of… love.

And for the first time since he was young, he lets a tear slip into his white pillowcase.

Just one.

But it’s for you.

Because in chasing after what made him feel known and alive...

He’d lost the only person who had ever wanted to show him that he was important all along. The only person who was satisfied with his bizarre schedules. Someone who expected nothing more than gentle kisses and weekend dates.

But you were right.

You aren’t dispensable. Nor are you someone to drop for the purpose of picking up later, like loose change on a sidewalk. You deserved to be cherished. Held tightly. Given the love that you offered others.

He wishes he’d listened when you’d pleaded with him to stay. That he’d thought it through and functioned on more than just logic and reasoning. If only he’d known what it really meant to choose you.

Because if you were here now, he’d be the one begging,

“Please don’t go.”

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montrealmadison · 3 years

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find our way back home

for @omgcpanniversaryweek day 4: free day

(here’s my first ever check please fic! because we all need a little more jack & shitty friendship in our lives. takes place the morning after the cup final.)

Late morning sunlight is slanting across the floor of the kitchen when Bitty gently nudges Jack away from the counter. “Honey,” he says, wearing that soft expression that Jack knows to mean let me take care of you, “why don’t you go lie down for a minute? I can finish up in here.”

Jack’s been up to his elbows in soapy water for the last twenty minutes. Doing the dishes is meditative, a task almost mind-numbing in its simplicity, and he’s been enjoying the chance to just shut off his brain after the presser. He can still feel residual exhaustion tugging at his limbs, though, and a nap does sound like an excellent idea.

“I’m not being rude by going to sleep, am I?”

“Shoot, no,” Bitty says. “Have you seen the state of the living room? Most folks’re passed out in there. Hell, Tater and Chowder were cuddling last I checked.”

“Ha, okay, then I’ll go,” says Jack. “Can you get a picture of Tater and Chowder for posterity, though?”

Bitty holds up his phone with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Already did.”

Jack laughs and leans down for a kiss, reveling in the sweet sound of surprise Bitty makes in the back of his throat. Then, smiling, Jack heads down the hall to their bedroom—only to find that he’s not alone.

Shitty’s sprawled in the big chair in the corner, the one that’s usually covered in laundry that Jack hasn’t gotten around to putting away. Thankfully he’s at least partially clothed (even if it’s just a pair of maple leaf-patterned boxers and one blue and gold Falcs sock on his left foot) and scrolling idly through his phone.

He starts when Jack walks in, pushes himself halfway to his feet. “Sorry to invade, Jacko. I was just checking my email, I can—”

“Shits.” Jack feels himself starting to smile. “Since when have you cared about invading my space, dude? Does constantly naked on my bed ring a bell for you?”

Shitty’s expression relaxes, and he blows out a long breath. “I don’t know, man. It’s different.”

“Different how?”

“Dunno. Just feels kinda weird to be all up in your space now that you’re a ‘real adult’.” He uses gratuitous air quotes, and he smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

Something about Shitty’s tone rubs Jack the wrong way. He knows how important Shitty’s friendships with the Samwell guys are to him, how hard it’s been for him in law school without them around all the time. He hides it well, but Jack knows a thing or two about what it feels like to hide when what you really need is to be seen. He doesn’t want Shitty to have to do that.

He resolves to invite himself up to Boston more often, just to check in. It’s what Shitty would do for him.

“Hope you know you’re always welcome,” Jack says. “In fact, I’m gonna crash for a bit, and just ‘cause I’m a ‘real adult’ doesn’t mean I don’t snuggle anymore. Wanna stay?”

This time Shitty smiles for real. “Thought you’d never ask.”

Jack curls back up in the spot he left just a few hours ago, flipping the opposite corner of the comforter down for Shitty. His friend dives under the covers and wastes no time in making himself at home, slinging an arm over Jack’s stomach and reeling him in.

They lie there in comfortable silence for a minute. For a moment it almost feels like they’re back in the Haus: the sleepy sounds of the team coming slowly to life all around them, the smell of Bitty’s cooking wafting in from the kitchen, the easy presence of Shitty at his back. It’s nice, Jack decides.

Finally Shitty breaks the silence to ask, “So, how do you feel?”

Jack considers the question. He feels… complicated, at the moment. He’s trying to cement the lingering scenes from last night into his memory forever: cameras flashing, champagne running down his face and soaking into his jersey, his friends’ bodies crushed against his. He feels the heavy weight of the Cup in his hands, the dream of twenty-six long years finally realized.

He’s been thinking a lot about the eighteen-year-old kid with wide blue eyes and curling hair who woke up restrained to a hospital bed and thought his life was over. Last night Jack pressed the Cup to his lips and shed tears of joy and wished, fervently, that there was some way to send this feeling back through the years. We did it, Jack. We deserve this. Keep fighting.

“I feel good, Shits,” he says at last, softly and kind of awed. “I still can’t believe it’s real.”

“Believe it, dude.” Shitty’s tone is bright, but his expression turns serious, earnest. “Listen, I’m so fuckin’ proud of you. You know that, right?”

“I…”

Jack huffs out a long breath. How can he tell Shitty how much his pride means? How can he tell him he’s glad for Shitty’s stubborn willingness to stick around, for the way he latched onto Jack at their first practice when everyone else was too intimidated by his name and his legacy and his sordid past to say two words to him? How can he tell him how grateful he is for every Annie’s trip, every late night in the library, every friendly bump of their shoulders in the locker room?

How can he tell Shitty that his enthusiasm, his unwavering friendship, and his fierce faith in Jack are a huge part of the reason the Cup is sitting in Jack’s living room right now?

He can’t begin to hope to put it into words. But he thinks Shitty gets it all the same.

“I love you, Shits,” he says in the end, and it feels like enough. Shitty squeezes him once, gently, butts his head into Jack’s shoulder. His breath is soft on the back of Jack’s neck, and his presence is a warm, familiar comfort.

At last, Jack feels himself relax into sleep.

#omgcpanniversaryweek #omgcp #check please #jack zimmermann #shitty knight #eric bittle #my writing

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 3 years

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Our Doll 7//Her

B.Barnes x S.Rogers, B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

Series Synopsis | After the events of the horrific past, y/n Stark, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes have finally admitted their feelings for each other. But is life as an avenger whilst dating two super soldiers any easier than anything y/n’s experienced in the past?

sequel Series to Their Doll

Series Warnings | smut, violence, torture, swearing, threesomes, drug usage/substance abuse

Chapter Summary | there’s more to Tony’s past than there seems

Warnings | violence, swearing

A/n | This is a sequel book/series to my fic Their Doll! This book loosely follows the mcu timeline, starting in CAWS in book one and starting just before AOU in this book. Bucky had been recovered and is safe, and Peter was taken under Tony's wing when he was much younger.

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Tony kicked about the barn, letting his feet drag through the thin scatterings of straw that patched the dusty floor. He blew a dramatic exhale through his mouth, stepping closer to the tractor and reaching a hand out, ready to examine the machine further.

"Do me a favour," Tony's eyes rolled, his shoulders slumping as he turned to the unwanted voice, "try not to bring it to life." Nick finished, hands casually in his pockets as he slouched.

"Miss Barton you little minx." Tony mumbled as he distanced himself slightly from the green tractor. "I get it, Maria Hill called you, right?" Tony said louder, turning his head to face Nick and slipping his hands into his own pockets. Their was a brief silence, and Tony spoke again: "Is she ever not working for you?"

"Artificial Intelligence. You never ever hesitated, did you?" Nick snapped without a stutter, both men walking slightly closer towards each other.

"Look it's been a really long day, so how about we skip to the part where you're actually useful?" Tony sighed, closing the gap between him and the former Director.

"Look me in the eye and tell me you're going to shut him down." Fury demanded calmly, unsettlingly so.

"You're not the director of me." Tony shot back.

"I'm not the director of anybody. Just an old man." Fury elaborated as he perched himself on a bail of hay. Tony tilted his head as they shared a moment of silence, eyes trying to gauge a reaction from the other.

"I saw it." Tony murmured, wiping a hand over his mouth. "I didn't tell the team; how could I? I saw them all dead, nick. I felt it. Whole world too, all because of me." Tony gave a tight smile that didn't touch his eyes as he backed away slightly.

"Maximoff girl? She's working you, Stark." Nick claimed. "Playing on your fear."

"I wasn't tricked I was shown." Tony countered, "it wasn't a nightmare it was my legacy; it was the end of the path I started is on."

"You've come up with some pretty impressive inventions, war is not one of them." Nick sighed as he stood himself up.

"I watched all my friends die, and you'd think that'd be the worst part." Tony said softly, eyes sparkling with guilt.

"The worst part, is that you didn't die too." Silence followed, punctuating the statement effortlessly.

"Actually, it was my daughter. She was there and dead, because of me. My selfishness has made such a terrible father that I'm going to kill her, Nick." Tony spoke after a moment, voice weak.

"And here I was under the impression that you didn't like y/n. Actually, if I had to take a guess I'd say you despise the girl." Tony huffed a deep breath, pinching the bridge of him nose and closing his eyes momentarily.

"I don't hate her. I love her, I'm her father. It's just I screwed it up and I don't know how to fix it." Tony admitted, defeated.

"You seemed pretty close to fixing when you got her back." Nick frowned, referring to their father-daughter relationship when y/n was first recovered from HYDRA last year.

"Yeah, well. You know how I get when I drink." Tony said half-heartedly and Fury gave the billionaire a glare.

"You're telling me you lost a relationship with your missing daughter over a couple of champagne glasses? Uh huh." Nick scoffed and Tony sighed.

"She reminds me of her." Tony blurted.

"Her?" Nick inquired, brow raised.

"I was in love. I had a child. Then she left me." Tony said vaguely and Nick raised the brow higher in a gesture from Tony to continue. Tony sighed again, taking a seat on the hay bail that Nick previously occupied before continuing. "I fell in love with this girl, and she got pregnant. So I proposed; she didn't want bad press and neither did I. She said yes, we eloped and she had the baby. A week after y/n was born, she disappeared and I was left with a baby and no clue what to do with it."

"I thought y/n was adopted?" Fury's brows knit together.

"That's what I told the world. No one knew she was mine by blood and I didn't want to have to explain the situation. So I told the world that I found her in the street and took her in as my own - not that I did a very good job of it." Tony finished finally.

"You should try talking to her. It's not too late." Fury suggested.

"It's been too late for four years now, Nick."

...

A smile crept over y/n's lips as she observed her two boyfriends, a fond warmth in her heart undeniable as she watched Steve and Bucky tangled together on the sofa, Bucky's head resting against Steve's chest as the blonde super soldier carded his long fingers through the brunet's longer locks. Their lips held smiles too, and their legs intertwined as the chatter of the avengers filled the house.

Her heart must've melted when Steve brushed the hair back from Bucky's forehead and placed a lingering kiss against his skin, before Bucky tilted his head up and pressed his lips to Steve's in a leisurely, loving kiss. Nat gagged teasingly and Clint chuckled, wrapping his arm around Laura from where they stood to place a kiss to her temple as the woman settled into his embrace. Nat giggled again as Lyla ran into her arms, settling in her auntie's lap and Tony sauntered in the room, closely followed by Fury. Y/n heard the others greet the two and she shocked herself that the presence of her father didn't make her feel any pang of rage or annoyance. Bruce perched himself on an armchair near Nat as Tony and Fury leant in the doorframe.

She finally had a family.

Y/n was looking on from the kitchen, hands submerged in a sink full of hot and soapy water as she glided the little cloth over the dirty pan. She had just finished making breakfast - her apology to Steve and her thank you to Clint and Laura.

She pulled the coal-black pan out of the water, letting the excess bubbles drip off before placing it on the drying wrack with a clang. She shook the excess water off her hands before wiping them on her shirt and stumbling over to the counter where the plate of food sat waiting.

"Can someone help me with these?" Y/n solicited, picking up two plates and breezing over to the set dining table.

Bucky and Steve looked over, before untangling from each other and tumbled off the sofa, standing and making their way over to help her.

"Breakfast is ready!" Y/n announced as Steve set the last of the plates on the table, pulling out a chair for y/n and she smiled at him fondly before sitting down. Steve slipped into the chair beside her, Bucky on y/n's other side.

"This looks lovely, y/n. Thank you." Laura said warmly as she took her seat beside Clint, who finished getting the kids up into their seats and ready to eat.

"Lovely? She might be giving you a run for your money." Clint jested as Laura shot him a look and Nat laughed.

"I'm still your wife, honey. That could change very easily." Laura jabbed and y/n blushed, muttering a thank you as Steve told her how good everything tasted. Bucky mouth as he chewed a mouthful and Bruce began cutting into his food.

"We need a plan." Nick said, leaning back on his chair - not touching his food. Tony nodded as he wiped his mouth with a tissue and y/n could feel steve sigh from beside her.

"All hands on deck. We need anyone we can get." Tony claimed, leaning his hands on the table as they all continued to eat their food.

"Is Peter fighting?" Y/n spoke through a mouthful of eggs, covering her mouth with her hand. Tony scoffed, shaking his head disappointedly at her.

"Peter's only a kid. So no." Tony frowned, ready to move on.

"I'm only a kid, I'm 19. So I guess I'm just expendable, right?" She retaliated, and y/n could see Steve bury his face in his hands.

"C'mon doll, just leave it alone." Bucky mumbled near her ear but y/n was too focused on her dad to hear him.

"If you're old enough to have two boyfriends at once you're no longer a kid." Tony claimed, and y/n's cheeks heated up as Clint smirked and Nat held back a laugh. Bucky chuckled under his breath and y/n shot him a warning look out the corner of her eye. "Any more questions?"

"My contacts all say he's building something. The amount of vibranium he made off with, I don't think it's just one thing." Nick said with an expression clouded with despair.

"What about ultron himself?" Steve asked, Captain voice turned on now. Y/n would be lying if she said the commanding voice didn't send a shiver of arousal dancing down her spine.

"Oh he's easy to track. He's everywhere." Fury brushed off, "the guy is multiplying faster than a catholic rabbit. It still doesn't help us get an angle on any of his plans, though."

"Is he still going after launch codes?" Tony asked, stuff the last bite of eggs into his mouth.

"Yes he is. But he's not making any headway." Nick frowned, arms crossing over his chest.

"I cracked the Pentagon's firewall in high school on a dare." Tony scoffed, and Nick turned to face him.

"Well, I contacted our friends at the Nexus about that." Fury deadpanned.

"Nexus?" Bucky frowned.

"It's the world Internet hub in Oslo. Every byte of data flows through there. Fastest access on earth." Bruce explained.

"So, what did they say?" Y/n inquired, pushing back from her chair to collect the empty plates. Laura quickly stood up beside the girl, helping clear the table whilst the kids ran off to go play.

"He's fixated on the missiles. But the codes are constantly being changed." Nick said, a lace on confusion in his tone.

"By whom?" Tony asked, passing his plate to Laura who collected it from him before placing a stack of them down by the sink, which was still full of water.

"Parties unknown."

"We have an ally?" Nat murmured.

"Ultron's got an enemy. That's not the same thing." Nick clarified. "Still, I'd pay folding money to know who it is." He added.

"We might need to visit Oslo. Find out unknown." Tony muttered in suggestion.

"Well, this is good times, boss, but I was kinda hoping when I saw you you'd have more than that."Nat said with a tight smile.

"I do." Nick said, "I have you." Y/n rolled her eyes and Nat scoffed.

...

"They got Nat?" I gasped, an edge of horror rimming my shocked eyes as Bucky gave me a weakly-reassuring smile.

"They got Nat." He confirmed, voice mellow. "We will get her back, though. I promise you." Bucky's eyes were shining with guilt, his hands invading mine as I nodded through a fake smile.

"I'm fine." I passed off. Both of our heads snapped up when we heard Clint shout.

"It's here!" His voice echoed around the room, and we instantly looked at each other with smiles on our faces.

"C'mon. Let's go see if we can help." Bucky smiled, pulling me to my feet and keeping hold of one of my hands as we walked to meet Tony, Bruce and Clint.

Once Clint and Bucky had hauled the metal box that resembled a metal coffin into the room and got it into place, Tony stood over it with a hand on his chin.

"Is there anything more on Nat?" I asked as my dad strolled back into the room. He gave me tight smile and shook his head.

"I haven't heard." I could see the stress in Bruce's face and heard the barely-audible sigh that passed Clint's lips. "But, she's alive. Ultron would be rubbing it in our faces if she wasn't." Tony settled on, Bruce falling into stride with him as they walked towards the box.

"This is sealed tight." Clint explained, jumping down from where he'd been examining the box. Even Bucky couldn't open it - which was rare since he had both the serum and the metal arm going for him.

"We're gonna need to access the program, break it down from within." Bruce said, tapping the shining metal. Tony stared at it for a moment before turning to face me, Clint and Bucky.

"Any chance Natasha might leave any of you a message - old school spy stuff or assassins' codes?" Tony asked, looking listing at Clint.

"There are some nets I can cast." Clint replied, hands moving to rest on his hips as I walked over to where Bruce was intently looking at a screen. I peered over his shoulder, reading the mass of words displayed. "Yeah, I'll find her."

"We could work on tissue degeneration, right?" I mumbled, but Tony and Bucky still heard it.

"Yeah, but we'd need to find a way to fry the operation system Cho has implanted." Bruce agreed. When we turned to face the others Bucky's face was pinched with confusion and my dad looked hesitant.

"Something wrong?" I sassed.

"Well..." he bang, scratching the back of his neck.

"No!" Bruce protested without a beat, looking up from what he was doing.

"You have to trust me." Tony pleaded.

"Yeah, well. You're not exactly easy to trust right now." Bucky scoffed and I hummed in agreement.

"Our ally, the protecting the military's nuclear codes, I found him." Tony said into the room, flicking his phone before Jarvis' make up appeared.

"Jarvis? I frowned.

"Hello, Y/n Stark. Doctors Bannner, Sargent Barnes." Jarvis greeted us.

"Ultron didn't go after Jarvis because he was angry. He attacked him because he was scared about what he could do." Tony said, he's tiring to the golden-yellow flecks. "So Jarvis went underground. Scattered, dumped his memory. But not his protocols. He didn't even know he was in there until I pieced him together." Bruce and Bucky both scoffed and I rolled my eyes.

"So you want to put Jarvis into this thing?" Bruce said and Tony smiled.

"No, I want you to put Jarvis into it." He said blissfully.

"Nuh uh. No way is he doing that." Bucky said, taking a step forwards.

"And what would you know about it?" Tony scoffed.

"I think you might've forgotten that there's two trained assassins in the room." Bucky snarled and I placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't do this dad. This is where you messed up in the first place." I pleaded, eyes shining with tears.

"Where I went wrong in the first place was letting them get you, y/n. So let us do this and you'll never need saving again." Tony said, walking over to my and placing a hand on my cheek. I slapped it away, eyes narrowed.

"I don't need saving, and I don't need you to tell me what to do. You're not my dad, not anymore, you're just a coward and a selfish, selfish man who can't even consider others." I challenged. "I just - I don't know what's wrong with you! We've tried, so many times, to get you out of your own troubles but you don't listen! You still can't get out of your old ways!" I shouted, tears biting my eyes. I turned around, hoping to bury myself in Bucky's arms.

"Don't turn your back on me!" Tony raised his voice back as I felt the anger bubble higher. I could feel it, like it would spill over like a tsunami. And it hurt - it hurt so bad, made my head throb like never before.

"I should've turned my back on you ages ago! I should've never given you a second chance." I scoffed, letting Bucky pull me into him. But something caught my eye. "Bruce, what are you doing?"

"He's right, y/n, Ultron had won! We have nothing to lose, but this could be our best shot." Bruce explained, fingers darting over screens and buttons as Tony stepped in to help.

"You need to stop! This thing, it's gonna kill us!" Bucky shouted, ready to step forward when Tony turned around, part of his suit around his arm and blaster ready.

"Back off, Barnes." He snarled.

"Not until you shut it down." Bucky growled, ready to lunge forward when I heard the chargers.

"Bucky!" But it was a second too late, and my boyfriend was already sprawled on the floor, hand clutching his right shoulder. "Oh, you've really pushed it now." I said lowly, dangerously as I turned back to face him, the feeling of bubbling rage overtaking me again.

Tony gasped sharply and Bruce's eyes were wide, but I didn't think much of it as I began to hum that lesser-used tune. Just as my dad began to fall to the floor, head clutch in his hands, the sound of Steve's voice behind me sent a crashing wave of calm.

"Shut it down! Now!"

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