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How to Improve Your Whisky Tasting Skills

For what reason Mightn't I at any point taste whisky?

As I go on in the distance of disclosure into the awesome universe of whisky, I have ended up consuming increasingly more video content on YouTube as tastings. This is a magnificent method for getting more familiar with accessible whisky and how the different whisky-delivering locales produce exceptional flavors, yet would you say you are ready to identify similar fragrances and tastes you find in these recordings? I chose to leave on a touch of exploration to comprehend in the event that I can work on my discovery of the unpretentious flavors whisky brings to the table. Is it just an encounter that creates over the long run or maybe another component? Most will let you know that your own set of experiences and encounters become an integral factor - on the off chance that you've never smelt or eaten dates, it's far-fetched you will actually want to identify that inside your tastings!

Anyway, could you at any point sincerely taste strawberry, apricots, dates, and chocolate in the whisky or is it something different? We should dive in and investigate.

How does whisky get its flavor?

In the main phase of the cycle, the kind of Scotch Whisky is impacted by the base fixings which incorporate water, grain, and yeast thus with the specific cycles utilized in both refining and maturing. Water is added after the soul has been created to weaken it to around 40% ABV prepared for packaging, making it clear the water source influences the final product. Refineries frequently take extraordinary measures to safeguard their water sources. For instance, in the Speyside region, a refinery purchased up all of the land arranged on one or the other side of the mountain spring that takes care of the refinery, subsequently guaranteeing an unadulterated and predictable stock long into what's in store.

When the new make soul has been created it streams out of the stills and into the barrels where it will be put away for quite a long time into what's in store. The sort of wood and history of the barrel biggest affect the last flavors. To find out more, read about my excursion to the Speyside Refinery where the barrels used to progress in years whisky are fixed and reused.

It is very obvious that very much like refining processes utilized will bring about generally changing flavors starting with one refinery and then onto the next, the video underneath makes sense of exhaustively a portion of the differences in flavor across the Scottish whisky-production districts.

Begin with the Nose

There are two particular parts to valuing fine single malt whisky and the nose can be similarly as significant in the mission to evaluate the flavor as the mouth. Nosing is essentially the craft of attracting the Whisky fume and works best with tulip-formed glasses - frequently suitably alluded to as nosing or tasting glasses.

Curiously, numerous whisky specialists recommend the nose ought to get the unpretentious smells very quickly with the taste only affirming the experience of the nose. By and by, I love the smell of Whisky and frequently find the smell is superior to the genuine encounter of tasting it because of the absence of afterburn!

Regardless of whether you are a fledgling like me, you ought to have the option to get a portion of the particular whisky flavors through the nose. It very well may be fruity tones which sign time in sherry barrels or smoky as would be normal from a peaty whisky. A portion of the world's most well-known whiskies, similar to the Glenlivet and Glenfiddich, frequently radiate a fragrance of the oak they were developed in along with a kind of apple/fruity flavor.

On a new excursion to a Whisky shop in York, a sales rep brought up a Glendronach 18 (Glendronach are notable for their sherried whisky's) and proposed it suggested a flavor like "a mince pie in a jug"! Tragically, the container was fixed, and I didn't be able to nose or taste it at that event.

Likely the main part of fruitful nosing is to ensure you utilize the right molded glass as I referenced. The cycle is likewise genuinely straightforward forward yet there are a couple of tips rather than basically breathing it in. Gulp the soul around and afterward calmly inhale over the edge of the glass - you can pull it back a little assuming you find it overwhelming as that will dull the faculties expected to distinguish the inconspicuous flavors. At last, it is vital to keep your mouth open as you breathe in, obviously, that keeps the fume from getting caught in your sinus holes and will offer you the most obvious opportunity to encounter any flavors.

Tasting the whisky

Presently comes the fascinating part, you have done everything right with the nose and have developed an image in your mind of a pleasant oak or fruity flavor and you prepare to taste. Hold up, the taste that follows doesn't match that image you had in your mind, it's immeasurably unique, and while you are looking through in your psyche to figure out it each of the afterburns creeps up misshaping the image much further! It's all fairly confounding and you keep thinking about whether you're doing it accurately!

Most amateur whisky consumers will find the liquor overwhelms the faculties and keeps the unpretentious flavors from surfacing. Over the long haul, the sense of taste changes and develops a resilience to liquor despite the fact that carefully prepared whisky consumers will probably keep on feeling something of a consumer.

Is there a correct method for tasting whisky?

There isn't exactly a correct approach to doing anything, it is more an instance of what you track down works for you. Having said that, this is what I have found up until this point and my system for tasting. I accept that consistency in the manner I taste whisky ought to at last assist with recognizing flavors as well as contrasting different whiskys with figure out unpretentious contrasts.

I start by taking a little taste, practically like I would while moving toward a steaming hot mug of espresso - as I don't know how hot it will be I track with alert. I permit the soul to get comfortable my mouth for around 5-10 seconds, meanwhile whirling it around and biting it to tear open the flavor profile. After I swallow, I sit and consider the flavors on my tongue which are frequently (just like a novice) overwhelmed by oak or sherry relying upon the barrels utilized for maturing as these flavors are essentially more straightforward to pull out.

Does whisky sincerely taste great?

At the point when I was more youthful, I just couldn't deal with eating any zesty food sources whatsoever and would not actually attempt them - this was to a greater extent a mind hindrance as opposed to anything more. All I could taste was the zesty consume and nothing else making the entire experience terrible. Throughout the long term I started to change and presently I truly partake in a hot curry. As I have encountered this previously, despite the fact that it might have required numerous years, I can comprehend how the appreciation for whisky and its flavors will create and work on over the long run in the very same manner.

Your mouth and throat are fixed with minuscule nerve cells that are there to shield you from harming yourself. Envision you tasted your espresso in the first part of the day and it was somewhat too hot, those nerves would hop into overdrive conveying torment messages to your mind in the expectation it will keep you from doing it in the future. Something comparative happens with whisky, those equivalent small nerve cells end up confounded when they meet the strong soul and convey messages to your cerebrum that something is awry despite the fact that the whisky likely could be at room temperature. The logical explanation is that the ethanol content (the consume) insidlike e the whisky setting off a nerve reaction and obviously, the higher the evidence, the more the consumptiontion!

It is hard to go from a fledgling whisky consumer who just feels like a consumerr and not much else to an expert that loves to taste and experience a wide range of spirits. The manner in which you draw in with the whisky, as I referenced above, can truly draw out the flavor and change the entire experience.

Would it be advisable for you to add water or ice to your whisky?

The most well-known strategy for hosing the liquor and improving the flavor is by adding a drop of water or serving your whisky 'on the rocks' with a block of ice. Agreement on whether you ought to do this contrasts among whisky experts, some say you ought to never add water to the whisky and others advocate the upsides of doing as such. I accept it is most likely a significant stage in the event that you are genuinely new to whisky tasting.

You will see while adding a couple of drops of water, that whisky and water don't make an ideal couple and decline to blend well becaus,e of their varying particles - that is obvious as the water seems to be oil drifting around in the whisky. Because of the science in question (which I won't attempt to make sense of here), the water tends to 'open up' the whisky delivering a greater amount of the flavor for you to appreciate.

After my new outing to the Speyside region, I saw every one of the significant refineries furnish water with their tastings, on the off chance that adding water was untouchable, I feel they would exclude the water and urge you to taste their valuable soul straight up!

Could you at any point taste the period of whisky?

The normal solution to this question is indeed, yet it could be guaranteed to taste worse - simply unique. The soul draws its flavor from the (oak or sherry) developing barrel. The more extended the fluid remaining parts in the barrel, the more flavors will be consumed from the wood over the long run. As the temperature shifts through the various times of the year, the soul grows and contracts all through the wood filaments of the barrel, each time fostering the flavor. Here and there whisky can become overwhelming and practically harsh from maturing excessively lengthy - this outcomes in a costly whisky thatthe could be fairly undesirable to drink.

Frequently matured whisky is just more costly because of the cost of capacity over the long run and the extra dissipation which will happen, the more drawn out the soul stays in the barrel the more will vanish (known as the points share). It makes sense that the more established the whisky, the less of it there will push up the general cost.

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15 Trends from the Summer Fancy Food Show

How the Specialty Food World Continues to Change and Innovative

The Summer Fancy Food Show 2023, held recently in New York City, showcased an array of extraordinary brands with fascinating stories to tell. From innovative and healthy ingredients to nostalgic family legacies, each brand had a unique tale that made their offerings enticing. Whether it was a new convenience or an age-old indulgence, the show unveiled a delightful assortment of delicious and (mostly) nutritious treats. Here, we explore a handful of remarkable companies that captured the essence of the event and left a lasting impression on attendees.

Sober-Curious Culture

For Bitter or for Worse provides a non-alcoholic alternative for individuals seeking to abstain from alcohol or reduce their consumption. Each bottle is crafted with more than 13 carefully farmed and foraged botanicals, ensuring a rich flavor profile. The company is committed to using certified organic, fair trade, and ethically sourced ingredients. With their dedication to quality and conscious choices, For Bitter or for Worse offers a delightful and responsible drinking experience for all.

Melati is dedicated to sourcing the highest quality botanical ingredients, collaborating with food scientists and Ayurvedic specialists to cold-extract the maximum nutrients and benefits. This meticulous process ensures that every bottle of Melati is not only delicious, but also deeply restorative. These drinks are completely free from alcohol, added sugar, colorings, flavorings, and other undesirable additives. With Melati, there are no hangovers to worry about. It's a drink that allows everyone to connect, whether at work or play, without compromise.

Seraphim Social Beverage is a women-owned premium non-alcoholic social beverage brand that is revolutionizing the industry. Brewed like tea and designed to be enjoyed like wine, Seraphim Social Beverage offers a sophisticated non-alcoholic alternative that combines complex flavor from mostly organic ingredients, wild berries, healing herbs and botanicals layered with notes of pepper, spice, vanilla, oak, and mushroom. It drinks like a red. With a commitment to flavor excellence, sustainability, and a refined drinking experience, vegan-friendly Seraphim Social Beverage provides a unique and satisfying beverage choice without alcohol.

Amor Vines creates high-quality grape juice with minimal natural ingredients, providing a healthy and natural alternative to sugary beverages like sodas. Their juices have gained popularity and have been featured at various events such as weddings, corporate gatherings, and virtual group cooking classes. Notably, Amor Vines is now being served at restaurants as a premium, alcohol-free option that rivals wine and spirits.

Demand For At-Home Culinary Experiences

Ponti, Italy’s number one vinegar, keeps on merging tradition with innovation, curating a wide variety of vinegars. Bringing more than 230 years of legacy that nine generations of the family preserved, Ponti delivers a diverse range of flavors and varieties from its best-selling Balsamic Vinegar of Modena to its newest Rose Wine Vinegar that completes its wine vinegars, apple cider vinegars, condiments, and glazes, as well as its new line for chefs.

Wildfare is a proud purveyor of Mediterranean provisions that takes crops cultivated under Mediterranean soil and sun from ancestral fields in families for generations and uses heritage recipes to create irresistible and good-for-you Mediterranean fare fit for American pantries.

A Focus on Fish

Season Brand, a trusted leader in premium tinned fish, has been bringing nutritious, sustainable and delicious canned sardines to market for 100 years. Their responsible, heart-healthy products include sustainably harvested top quality sardines, mackerel, anchovies and their latest innovation: Caviart Black Seaweed Pearls, all natural, wild-caught, and in BPA-free cans.

Impact Food specializes in providing raw vegan sushi grade tuna, a versatile ingredient that can be enjoyed in a variety of dishes, such as poke, sashimi, and nigiri. This plant-based alternative offers a tender and delicious experience while being sustainable, mercury-free, and inclusive of most diets. With a mission to combine their expertise in food science, molecular biology, and other fields, Impact Food aims to revolutionize the culinary landscape.

Satisfying Snacking

Spēka is an irresistible snack that features a delightful cottage cheese center, generously coated with either rich chocolate or tantalizing caramel. Designed to provide a balanced combination of carbohydrates, protein, and healthy fats, Spēka offers a satisfying boost of quick and long-lasting energy. What sets Spēka apart is its commitment to providing healthier nutrition without compromising on taste.

Noogs Nutrition is a sports nutrition product you'll actually look forward to eating. These dietitian-approved energy chews taste like a sour gummy candy. Formulated with easy-to-digest carbohydrates and electrolytes, Noogs support performance on the run, bike, swim, or anywhere else so active folks can enjoy flavorful and functional snack that nourishes the body and fuels an active lifestyle.

OMG! Pretzels creates an elevated snacking experience. Their gourmet flavored sourdough pretzel nuggets have flavor that lasts. As a women- and family-owned small business, OMG! Pretzels is proud to use only premium ingredients and be 100% made in America. There are no pretzel nuggets on the market quite like OMG! Pretzels as each pretzel bursts with unbelievable crunch and innovative flavor.

Inspired by food from her culture, Mamame Whole Foods makes nutritious, 100% gluten-free and plant-based tempeh chips. Tempeh is typically made from tapioca flour and fermented soybeans and is a popular staple in Southeast Asia as a vegan alternative to protein. Due to the environmental and dietary implications of soy, they use non-GMO black-eyed beans to create their tempeh chips. They intend to continue on their journey of caring and nourishing for our bodies and our planet.

Unbound Snacks offers bold, flavorful, snackable walnuts. This newly launched walnut snacking company was started by a third-generation family farm called Sutter Foods. Introducing these not-so-humble nuts to mouths everywhere, Unbound Snacks showcased its five outrageously delicious and craveable walnut flavors. Packed with omega-3 ALAs, antioxidants and vitamins, these walnuts are outrageously nutritious and crunchably craveable.

Hampton Grocer is the brainchild of a passionate individual who, in the midst of waiting for restaurants to reopen, decided to enroll in the Institute of Integrative Nutrition. It was during this time that the idea for a signature item and perfect gift came to mind. Inspired by her mother-in-law's special granola recipe, packed with a delightful blend of nuts, seeds, and just the right amount of sweetness, the journey of Hampton Grocer's granola began. Each batch is baked with an abundance of love, reflecting the founder's dedication to providing a delicious and heartfelt treat to the community.

International Delights

Inspired from family recipes, Arya International is introducing mainstream consumers to heritage inspired Indian staples like roti and batters for dosa where authentic flavors meet wholesome ingredients. Their products are all-natural and clean. They bring the love of South Indian cuisine from the streets of India to your kitchen.

In Thai, “Kin Dee” means eat well. KIN DEE TRADING encompasses quality, flavor, health and care for food. It describes this brand’s commitment to providing premium quality food products that deliver authentic tastes and flavors of Asia. Their philosophy is to provide the best of Southeast Asia to customers around the world.

Chakalaka Brands celebrates vibrant and spicy flavors of South African cuisine through their range of products. Their signature dish, Chakalaka, is a lively blend of beans, vegetables, curry, and peppers, traditionally enjoyed at barbecues or braais. Chakalaka Brands aims to bring people together through the experience of global cuisine, offering products that enliven the palate and awaken the senses. Their convenient, plant-based, nut-free, dairy-free, vegan, vegetarian, and gluten-free options allow everyone to fully savor the authentic taste of Chakalaka.

Jasberry Organic Superfood Rice is a new variety of rice which has 40 times more antioxidants than brown rice and seven times more than kale. It’s aromatic, easy-to-cook and flavorful. Founded in Bangkok, Thailand as a social enterprise to help farmers out of poverty, it is the only certified B Corp food company in Thailand. As a brand, Jasberry stands for transformation. It’s about transforming consumers health through delicious and nutritious superfoods for everyday life, transforming farmers lives out of poverty and transforming the planet through regenerative agriculture.

Mikes Organic Foods offers a convenient solution for creating delicious curry dishes in minutes. With their easy-to-use products, you can effortlessly prepare your favorite curry dishes on the go. Mikes Organic Foods is dedicated to using clean, organic, and vegan ingredients in their products. By prioritizing these values, they strive to make a positive impact on the environment. With their commitment to quality and sustainability, Mikes Organic Foods allows you to enjoy flavorful, homemade curry dishes while promoting a healthier lifestyle and supporting a better future for our planet.

Turning Up the Flavor

Wildly Delicious understands the profound impact of sharing a meal with loved ones and the lasting memories it creates. Food serves as the connective fabric that binds us together. When we reflect on special moments in our lives, we often recall specific details about the meal. Wildly Delicious considers themselves memory makers, striving to create food products that contribute to the formation of cherished memories. Their sole objective is to offer food products that enrich your experiences and help create fond memories that will be cherished for a lifetime.

Kickled Mary Bloody Mary Mix is a delightful and invigorating beverage with a kick! This mix is carefully crafted to deliver a bold and robust flavor that can only be achieved by using the freshest and finest ingredients available. Kickled Mary has gained rapid popularity and is now widely regarded as everyone's go-to choice for Bloody Mary Mix. With its light and refreshing profile, it offers a truly satisfying and enjoyable drinking experience.

With a culinary passion, Clara Galant’s kitchen was always open to family, friends, and strangers alike. It's the familial warmth and comfort of my grandmother's kitchen that Clara’s Kitchen customers enjoy in conveniently packaged wraps, burritos, breakfast sandwiches and more. With a strong commitment to quality, Clara's Kitchen wraps, burritos, and sandwiches are always made with natural, high quality, and non-gmo ingredients

Chef & Restaurant Inspired Brands

Taha Spreads started in 2020 when the pandemic shut down most restaurants. After finding it hard to find good Arabic dips that are normally found in restaurants, founders Ziad and Sabrina realized that grocery stores did not carry a wide variety of authentic middle eastern dips so they decided to make their own. What started as a side project turned into a full blown company within a year. Now consumers can enjoy these authentic garlic spreads at home.

Natural Blonde Bloody Mary Mix is a truly exceptional blend crafted from locally sourced Valencia Gold and Carolina Gold Tomatoes. Recognizing the need for superior quality, they rejected the use of canned tomatoes or tomato paste commonly found in retail mixes. Instead, they enlisted the expertise of local chefs to enhance the exquisite flavor of gold tomatoes. Their winning mix combines a proprietary blend of green hot sauce, sweet-hot pickle juice, and secret spices, resulting in a flavor profile that is truly unmatched.

Dumpling Daughter is a renowned restaurant specializing in the art of dumplings that has now expanded to retail after large demand. Focusing on Asian cuisine, Dumpling Daughter offers a wide variety of delicious dumplings made from scratch using traditional recipes and high-quality ingredients. From classic flavors to innovative combinations, their menu showcases a range of dumpling options to satisfy all taste preferences. Beyond dumplings, Dumpling Daughter also features a selection of other Asian-inspired dishes, providing a complete dining experience for patrons.

Steeping In Tradition

AyurSome Foods’ products are based on the principles of Ayurveda and are curated to deliver particular well-being benefits. Founder Divya grew up in a small city in India, where the food habits and recipes are deep-rooted in Ayurveda. All their ingredients are certified organic and they only use natural and recognizable ingredients--no fillers, no artificial flavors. Part of their profits are even donated to food charities and they make a conscious effort to keep the use of new single-use plastic as low as possible.

Anna Maria is a family-driven company that embodies tradition and passion, recognizing the significance of eating as a source of nourishment, comfort, and a truly enriching experience. Their products are carefully crafted to be thick and rich, bursting with the flavors of fruits, vegetables, and herbs, ensuring that every bite is a delightful explosion of taste. Following the Piemontese way, Anna Maria places great emphasis on sourcing precise ingredients locally, embracing the idea of eating as close to the earth as possible.

Uncle Clarence BBQ is all about family, tradition, and great quality food. The company us named after Clarence Foster Mitchell, a true grill master and father of founder Clarence C. Mitchell. Their purpose is to share Clarence's recipes and love for family, music, and barbecue with the world. Uncle Clarence BBQ is more than just a brand, it's a lifestyle, bringing people together around the grill to create lasting memories with their seasonings, condiments, and sauces.

Cucina & Amore, a true family company founded in 2007, is a specialty food company driven by a love for good food and the joy of gathering loved ones in the kitchen. Their mission is to provide their customers and community with delicious and high-quality foods. Cucina & Amore takes pride in crafting their foods with just a few recognizable ingredients, minimal processing, and a commitment to being GMO-free. building their extended family for years to come.

Plant-Based Revolutions

Plant Ahead is a visionary company that deeply cares about the environment and is dedicated to crafting mouthwatering cheese alternatives entirely from plant-based ingredients. With a strong commitment to sustainability, they create delicious cheeses that are not only allergen-free but also free from soy, gluten, and dairy. Plant Ahead takes pride in offering a diverse range of cheese options, including parmesan, feta, cream cheese, various wedges, cheese cubes, and shredded cheeses.

AltroFood is bringing together taste and sustainability in their innovative plant-based offerings. Altrofood is revolutionizing the end-user experience by delivering their product range in a dry form, with water added only during preparation. Their "Meat Alternative" line, features burgers, nuggets, ragout, and sausages. This range offers a simple, flavorful, and convenient way for chefs, restaurateurs, and consumers alike to prepare and enjoy tasty, nutritious, and sustainable plant-based foods.

Seed To Spoon doesn’t believe in picking sides. Their plant-based products are made for people who don't want to sacrifice taste to eat healthier. All of their products are 100% dairy, soy, gluten and peanut free - filled with flavorful nutrition to fuel your life, no matter how you live it. From their yogurts to their spreads, their plant based food are filled with nutrients that fuel the body, are good for the plant and taste delicious.

Kind Roots Food’s veggie burger boasts incredible flavor, satisfying texture, and an amazing array of ingredients. They strive to inspire kindness towards the Earth and all its inhabitants through their offerings. Their food is crafted with the highest quality ingredients, prioritizing local sourcing whenever possible. With a commitment to veganism, Kind Roots Food ensures that their products are always free from anything artificial. By promoting conscious and compassionate choices, Kind Roots Food aims to create a positive impact on both the planet and those who inhabit it.

RAWGA debuted its new product: PLANT, a compound of amino acids from plant-based proteins that resemble animal collagen. It's generated by hydrolyzing glycoproteins that compose a plant's outer walls into enzymes and then purifying them into high-purity water-soluble glycoproteins. It is a healthy alternative to collagens produced from animals or fish. ‘PLANT’ is available in Powder, Liquid and Jelly.

Veggie Underground brings the essence of plants into plant-based cheese. The innovative cheese is crafted using real carrots, parsnips, and red bell peppers, offering a unique and flavorful experience. Veggie Underground takes pride in creating a cheese that is not only vegan but also gluten-free, nut-free, soy-free, GMO-free, palm oil-free, and cholesterol-free. With superior meltability, their cheese is perfect for a wide range of culinary creations such as pizzas, grilled sandwiches, burgers, sauces, casseroles, salads, baked goods, and more.

Lentiful is on a mission to shed light on the overlooked and underrated lentils, aiming to showcase their incredible flavor, versatility, and intrigue. They believe lentils have tremendous potential as a plant-based food. Lentiful offers the ultimate plant-based, on-the-go lunch option that is both convenient and nutritious. Simply add water, stir, and microwave for a quick and satisfying meal. This makes it perfect for busy workdays when time is limited.

Upcycled Food Movement

The Spare Food Co. is at the forefront of the upcycling food movement (repurposing overlooked and unused ingredients in new ways) and has been expanding their signature beverage brand which utilizes fresh whey produced as part of Greek-style yogurt manufacturing, with the introduction of an exciting new flavor: Passion Fruit & Yuzu. Made with only four ingredients – whey, fruit, spice, and a touch of honey – Spare Tonic are delicious and nutrient-rich, vitamin-packed beverages.

Elevated Indulgences

Starting from a shaved ice stand in a small town, MaryMack’s has grown to what it is today; the parent company to three leading fun lines of treats. Hawaiian Shaved Ice, Cotton Candy Express and Scoot keep the fun in everyday. Whether it is a hot summer day, a birthday celebration or just a random Tuesday, ignite the spark of joy with on of Mary Macks delicious indulgences.

King Street Baking Co. believes in the joy of treating oneself, without the need for a special occasion. With a mission to cater to all, King Street Baking Co.'s delectable baked goods are designed to bring delight to everyone's lives. Originating in Brooklyn, their artisanal creations are crafted in small batches with meticulous care. They takes pride in their commitment to environmental sustainability, ensuring that their products are made and packaged in an eco-conscious manner.

Lily Maude’s was founded on a simple idea: Take heritage flour confection recipes, ditch the gluten and nuts and keep the butter, eggs, sugar, and texture intact to deliver desserts worthy of a blue-ribbon or in their case, a 2023 sofi Award for New Product (Baked Goods-Bakery Desserts) for their Peach-Lavender Bundtlet. Lily Maude's is a specialty commercial bakery and offers a complete line of gluten-free flour confections for retail, wholesale and corporate gifts.

Functional In Many Forms

Eleven is a company dedicated to crafting delicious and healthy drinks that prioritize the well-being of its consumers. With a strong emphasis on using high-quality, ethically sourced ingredients, Eleven takes pride in creating beverages that make you feel better from the inside out. Their commitment to sourcing organic and sustainable options sets them apart, ensuring that every sip is a conscious choice.

A prominent player in the field of innovative food, ANDRIANI is known for their commitment to gluten-free products. With a dedicated factory, they conceive, develop, and produce a comprehensive range of gluten-free pasta that offers a unique and delicious taste. Their pasta is crafted using a variety of gluten-free ingredients such as Brown Rice, Corn, Quinoa, Buckwheat, Amaranth, Lentils, Peas, and more. In addition to pasta, ANDRIANI has also expanded their offerings to include flour mixes for cakes and baked products, meeting the demand for gluten-free alternatives in the baking industry.

Momma Bear USA is a women-led company that makes cough lollipops and nausea lollipops with care. Their tasty, single-dose lollipops are packed with antioxidants and other beneficial ingredients to deliciously ease the everyday ailments of those you love. Their products are organic and free from GMOs, gluten, dairy, high fructose corn syrup and artificial sweeteners. Made in small batches and artisanal crafted in the U.S., they combine simple organic ingredients and functional antioxidants.

Beyond The Brand – Mission Driven

Owned by deaf entrepreneur, Bumbleberry Farms spreads a little sweetness with their honey as well by empowering deaf individuals through the company’s hiring and sourcing practices, as well as serving on boards that advance the lives of those in the deaf community. Specializing in honey and honey cream spreads that are simply delightful, their products are gluten-free, dairy-free, paleo-friendly, low in fat, sodium-free, and suitable for vegetarians.

Gosia's Pierogies is more than just a brand known for its delicious pierogies; it is a company that is proudly Deaf and woman-owned, based in Pennsylvania. With a secret family recipe originating from Poland and passed down through generations, their pierogies embody a rich culinary heritage. Gosia's Pierogies goes the extra mile by making everything from scratch, including peeling their own potatoes. They prioritize quality by using only the freshest ingredients, chemical-free dairy products, and handmade dough.

Wild Bill's Craft Beverage is a mouthwatering brand that offers an array of craft sodas. As a company owned and operated by veterans, Wild Bill's Craft Beverage goes the extra mile to support and invest in the brave men and women who have dedicated their lives to protecting our country and its citizens. They passionately serve their carefully concocted, traditionally crafted, and secret authentic recipes at various events, markets, conferences, and gatherings where flavor enthusiasts come together to indulge in exceptional taste experiences.

Capitana is a female-founded company that specializes in salsas, considering them the heart and soul of Mexican cuisine. They believe in the versatility and accommodating nature of salsas, which can be prepared in various ways to enhance a dish or provide the finishing touch. Capitana aims to introduce people outside of Mexico to the diverse world of salsas and their flavors. In addition to their culinary mission, Capitana has a social purpose of giving back to Mexico. They donate a portion of their profits to IXIM, an organization that supports isolated indigenous tzetzal communities in the Lacandon Jungle of Chiapas, Mexico.

Innovations in the Animal Industry

Maroon Sausage is the result of a serendipitous fusion of cultures, uniquely occurring in the vibrant melting pot of New York City. The inspiration for their sausages emerged naturally in the kitchen of a Brooklyn couple. With one partner hailing from Chicago, where sausage is a beloved staple, and the other having Jamaican roots, where jerk seasoning is commonly used, the idea for jerk chicken sausage was born. masterfully combining the art of blending spices from the Caribbean and Asia with the craftsmanship of an Italian butcher, their mission is to provide you with the means to create a simple yet truly memorable culinary experience that leaves a lasting impression on your customers

Ploughgate Creamery is a renowned artisanal producer of small-batch, cultured butter known for its exceptional quality. Cultured butter stands apart from regular butter with its tangy and rich flavor, reminiscent of cheese. This is achieved through the incorporation of beneficial live bacteria, a process shared with cheese-making. Ploughgate Creamery butter is meticulously made by hand, ensuring unparalleled quality and taste.

Renowned dairy farm and cheese company, Maplebrook Farm is known for its exceptional artisanal products. Located in Bennington, Vermont, Maplebrook Farm has a rich history and a commitment to producing high-quality, handcrafted cheeses and dairy products. Their cheeses are made using traditional methods and locally sourced milk, resulting in a range of delicious and distinctive flavors. From fresh mozzarella to burrata and feta, Maplebrook Farm offers a diverse selection of artisanal cheeses that have garnered acclaim from cheese enthusiasts and chefs alike.

Local Favorites Turn Into National Staples

Blue Crab Bay Co. is a Maryland based brand that offers a range of award-winning Chesapeake and seafood inspred items like Sting Ray Bloody Mary Mixer with Clam Juice, coastal-themed snacks such as Barnacles, flavorful seafood seasonings, and beautifully wrapped gift packs featuring fishnet accents. To accompany their deliocus food item, they pair well with their exquisite kitchenware, dinnerware, and serve ware adorned with hand-painted blue crab motifs.

Di Bruno Bros is a Philadelphia-based company that takes great pride in its roots and strong connection to the city. They have built a reputation as experts in all things cheese, offering a wide selection of high-quality cheeses, as well as complementary pairings, charcuterie, and gourmet gifting options. With a legacy-inspired approach, Di Bruno Bros is dedicated to curating an exceptional range of products that bring joy and happiness to their customers.

From the tiniest state with a big heart, Ocean State Pepper Co. has been cranking out the world's hottest peppers, and showcasing them in an approachable light. They use fresh organically-grown chilies, which they dry and blend in-house, to elevate the flavors of their seasoning blends, without the overpowering use of salt. Being able to control the process from seed to bottle allows them to provide ultra fresh seasonings, that will instantly elevate anyone's spice rack.

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23 Tips for Weight Loss That Actually Work

1. Eat Slowly

"I have my clients figure out how to pick food sources they like, genuinely taste every piece going into their mouths, and bite purposely. I encourage them to bite gradually, swallow just when the food is completely bitten up, and rehash.

It requires investment to realize we're full. Eating gradually not just permits us to partake in our food all the more yet gives us better prompts of satiety." — *Janet Zinn**, an authorized clinical social specialist and psychotherapist in confidential practice in New York City*

2. Enjoy the Food You Eat

"So frequently we're determined what to eat, and afterward when we could do without that particular food, we're less able to make long haul solid propensities. Attempt new leafy foods. Figure out how to plan new dishes that give assortment and flavor.

Add spices and flavors to lift flavor. Or on the other hand on the off chance that you like, appreciate the pleasantness of products of the soil profundity of crude and steamed vegetables. There's no great explanation that your relationship with food can't be pleasurable." — *Zinn*

3. Keep a Daily Gratitude Journal

"Our dietary patterns are here and there associated with our feelings, regardless of whether we understand it. At the point when we're anxious, we might utilize food to assist adapt to the pressure.

I work with clients on keeping a day to day diary of things they're appreciative for — or even a diary to write in when focused — so that they're more ready to adapt to the pressure by recognizing it and using different devices, as opposed to going after food as a survival strategy." — *Lauren Manganiello, RDN**, a yoga educator on Lengthy Island, New York*

4. Batch Cook and Prep

"Each Sunday I group cook sufficient chicken for the week. I cut off the fat, prepare it with preparing, measure 3.5 ounces, and put that much into a holder with a few mustard and frozen veggies, so I can snatch one every day to bring to work.

I likewise get some margin to evenly divide in individual holders ¼ cup of moved oats, 1 tablespoon every one of regular peanut butter and ground flax, and a squeeze every one of protein powder and cinnamon to improve. So when I'm a zombie in the first part of the day, I should simply add water and microwave!" * — **Kyra Williams**, a fitness coach in Boston*

5. Don’t Forget the Weights

"Ensure you are lifting loads a few times each week. Utilizing moderate to significant burdens — three or four arrangements of 10 to 15 reps with loads that challenge you — assists increment your muscle with massing. At the point when you have more muscle on your body, the food you eat is bound to be used as fuel, as opposed to be put away as fat." — *Williams*

6. Get Enough Z’s

"An absence of rest builds your craving chemical, ghrelin, and diminishes your fulfillment chemical, leptin, which can add to weight gain. At the point when we are sleepless, we ache for additional pungent and sweet food varieties. Why? Since whenever you feel more powerful yearning, your desires for higher energy — otherwise known as more unhealthy — food sources escalate. We likewise realize that the manner in which we think and cycle our feelings is impacted by deficient rest, so it's not difficult to associate this with a hindered capacity to use wise judgment in numerous everyday issues, incorporating with food.

On the off chance that we flip the coin, we can securely accept that when we are all around rested, we will go with better decisions. With regards to eating, that would imply that we would eat when we are genuinely ravenous and eat just until fulfilled. Our chemicals are likewise going to be better adjusted in light of the fact that our bodies got the time expected to rest, fix, and revive." — *Angela Lemond, an enlisted dietitian nutritionist in confidential practice in Texas*

7. Don’t Skip Meals

"Keep in mind, our body's definitive objective is to remain alive. When we are being kept from calories, which are in a real sense the existence energy for our bodies, it will get things done to get by. Our body understands what food varieties are higher in energy thickness, and we will ache for those more. Honor your yearning and don't permit your body to believe it's being famished. This conflicts with large numbers of the slimming down strategies, however those strategies genuinely don't function admirably for individuals in the long haul. I for the most part suggest eating like clockwork." — *Lemond*

8. Stay Hydrated

“Research has found that people who drank two glasses of water before a meal lost more weight than people who didn’t drink water before meals — and they kept it off. This simple tip works in two ways. Thirst can mask itself as hunger, causing you to eat more. And water makes you feel fuller, causing you to eat less during a meal.” — Megan Casper RDN, a nutrition counselor and the founder and CEO of Nourished Bite

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9. Cut Calories, Not Flavor

“By choosing options such as sharp cheddar over mild cheddar, you can use less, but you’ll still get a lot of flavor without feeling like you're on a diet.” — Casper

10. Weigh Yourself Once a Week

“Same day, same time, same amount of clothing. Remember that your weight isn’t a single number but a five-pound range. Work to move the range down, not the exact number.” — Lainey Younkin, RD, a nutrition counselor and consultant in Boston

11. Reorganize Your Plate

“Make half your plate vegetables, a quarter of your plate whole grains, and a quarter of your plate lean protein. When you switch the portions of grains and vegetables on your plate, you'll see a difference. The only caveat: Potatoes, corn, and peas are starchy vegetables, so they go in the grains category.” — Younkin

12. Start Where You Are and Do What You Can

“Don't feel like you need to overhaul your entire life starting immediately. Assess where you are currently and then figure out where you’d like to be in the future. A great starting point for mostly sedentary people is to get a step counter and see how much you walk on a normal day.

Then set a step goal slightly higher than the norm and strive for that, working your way up slowly to a goal of 10,000 steps per day.” — Esther Avant, an online sports nutritionist specializing in weight loss who is based in Kapolei, Hawaii

13. Think Big — Not Small

“Focus on the weight loss 'big rocks' — there are a few areas that will give you the most bang for your buck when you're trying to lose weight. Prioritizing those and letting go of all the minutiae that contribute to overwhelm will make reaching your goals feel easier and more sustainable. On the nutrition front, pay attention to calories, protein, and fiber. For exercise, prioritize strength training, daily steps, and recovery.” — Avant

14. Look Beyond the Scale

“While the scale isn't useless, it also isn't the only thing that matters. To help you gauge progress that might not be reflected on the scale, take regular photos and measurements, in addition to keeping a running list of non-scale victories. This will help keep the scale in perspective and show you all the positive changes you're making to your health and overall lifestyle.” — Avant

15. Give Your Breakfast a Protein Boost

“Aim for 15 to 25 grams of protein at breakfast. Protein is digested slowly and suppresses hunger hormones, helping keep you full. Additionally, a high-protein breakfast helps curb cravings later in the day. Pair protein foods with fiber and healthy fats, like two eggs with whole-wheat toast and avocado or high-protein frozen waffles with nuts, berries, and a little maple syrup.” — Younkin

16. In Fact, Consume Protein at Every Meal

“Eating protein-rich foods at every meal, especially breakfast, can help shave extra pounds. Protein slows down the digestive process and positively impacts your hunger hormones. Protein can also do better at staving off hunger than carbohydrates. Protein-rich foods include quinoa, edamame, beans, seeds, nuts, eggs, yogurt, cheese, tofu, lentil pasta, poultry, fish, and meat.” — Christine M. Palumbo, RDN, a nutrition consultant from Naperville, Illinois

17. Limit High-Glycemic Carbohydrate Foods

“The glycemic index ranks how quickly blood sugar rises after eating a carbohydrate food. Eating high-glycemic carbohydrate foods like white potatoes and refined bread, especially when eaten alone, will cause a surge in blood sugar, followed by a quick drop.

This leaves you feeling hungry and wanting more food. More long-term studies are needed, but short-term studies like this research provide evidence there is a connection. High-glycemic foods are not totally off-limits though.

When you work with a registered dietitian nutritionist, we provide individualized ways to help you balance nutrients to prevent spikes in blood sugar, which can help with curbing appetite.” — Sue-Ellen Anderson Haynes, RDN, a national media spokesperson of the Academy of Nutrition and Dietetics who is based in Boston

18. Experiment With Fruits at Dessert Time

“Fruits are low in calories and carry tons of nutrients like antioxidants and fiber. According to the CDC, only 10 percent of the U.S. population is meeting their fruit and vegetable intake. Using fruits for dessert will help you meet your daily requirements but also add flavor to your day. Many fruits can be sauteed, grilled, or baked. For example, grilled peach topped with vanilla yogurt and shaved almonds is amazing!” — Anderson Haynes

19. Eat Breakfast Like a King, Lunch Like a Prince, and Dinner Like a Pauper

“It's a saying that has many meanings, but you’ll want to take in more of your calories earlier in the day. A study published in November 2019 in the journal Nutrients found that subjects who were given small breakfast and large dinners lost significantly less weight than those assigned to a large breakfast and a smaller dinner. So here we see how smaller meals in the latter part of the day may be an advantage to those who want to lose weight and improve overall health.

The interesting thing about this study was the time the dinner was eaten. They found that eating the main meal (larger meal) too late (after 3 p.m.) was associated with difficulty with losing weight. It’s important to note that this study is not saying that everyone should not eat after 3 p.m. Each person has individual needs, which may require additional snacks and food, such as those who are pregnant, are breastfeeding, have diabetes, or take medication that require certain foods. This is why it is so important that you seek a consultation with a registered dietitian nutritionist.” — Anderson Haynes

20. Get Into Meal Planning

“Meal planning is one of my top tips for staying healthy and eating well. I'm such a fan of the concept that I wrote a book about it! Taking 5 to 10 minutes over the weekend to write out a menu for the week ahead will save you time, money, and unwanted calories down the road. Not sure what to make for dinner tonight? No worries, it's already on your menu plan. Menu planning is a great way to stay organized, and know what groceries you need to buy and what you already have on hand, and it will help ensure a balanced plate. Keep in mind, a night off from cooking and ordering takeout or making a frozen meal is a totally acceptable part of the menu plan. The benefit is knowing ahead that you'll be doing that so you're not scrounging when hunger sets in. And be sure to write down the plan — you're more likely to stick to it if it's in front of you as a reminder.” — Jessica Levinson, RDN, a culinary nutrition and communications dietitian and the author of 52-Week Meal Planner: The Complete Guide to Planning Menus, Groceries, Recipes, and More based in Westchester, New York

21. Make a Grocery List and Stick to It

“Once you have your menu planned for the week, make a shopping list either on paper or on your phone — I use Notes, but there are apps for this, too. Knowing in advance what you need to purchase at the supermarket will save you time, reduce food waste, and prevent you from purchasing items that look appealing but you don't actually need. To stick with your list, avoid shopping when hungry or tired. Research shows an increase in impulsive behavior at those times.” — Levinson

22. Take Stock of What's in Your Kitchen

“To cook healthy meals you need the right ingredients and kitchen tools on hand. Some staple ingredients I recommend having in your pantry, fridge, and freezer are low-sodium canned beans, canned fish, tomato sauce, whole-grain pasta, quinoa, brown rice, low-sodium stock, low-fat plain yogurt, a variety of fresh and frozen fruit and vegetables, olive oil, and dried herbs and spices. These are just some of the ingredients that can form the base of a healthy and delicious meal.” — Levinson

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23. Have the Right Tools on Hand

“Similarly, having a good mix of kitchen tools can help ensure easy, efficient, and healthy cooking. For example, a seasoned cast-iron skillet is one of my favorite pans to cook eggs, saute vegetables, and make pancakes, since I don't have to use as much oil or butter to keep food from sticking. Some of my other favorite kitchen tools are an immersion blender, Instant Pot, baking sheets, measuring cups and spoons, and a hand juicer. And of course anyone working in the kitchen should have a quality set of knives.” — Levinson

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Warnings: Cursing. Talk of PTSD, hostage situation, shooting, murder, bombing, physical trauma. I’m pretty sure that’s it!

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Greenaway!Reader

Word Count: 7900

Timeline: Season 7 Episodes 24. Right after part fifty-two.

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As the sun began to set, a specialist came back in with my release form for Hotch to fill out while he talked to me about what the next steps for my recovery were. While Hotch worked on the form, we both listened to the endless number of rules I had to follow. They were giving me top notch pain killers to help with the inevitable constant pain I’d feel after the hospital’s morphine would wear off. I had to take two in the morning, two in the afternoon, and two before bed. I wasn’t allowed to take them on an empty stomach, and I wasn’t allowed to have alcohol at all— no cheating. After running us through the medication rules, the doctor handed me a piece of paper he ripped out of his notepad. I read the name, the phone number, and the address on it while he explained that it was the information of the best physical therapist in the state. He told me that if I were ever going to get better, then I needed to see him sooner than later. The longer I waited to seek out the proper help, or the longer I pushed myself without guidance, the higher the chances got of me fucking my back up forever.

“That isn’t to say that you can’t walk around at all,” the doctor backpedaled for a moment. “In fact, you should try walking around every thirty minutes or so. You can go up and down stairs, you can pace around the house, you can go on walks in the park. But no running, jumping, bending, strenuous exercises, bike riding— anything like that. The point is that you can do the bear minimum so that your back can start the healing process. If you ever start to feel the pain again, it means that you need to stop what you’re doing. You need to go lie down, put ice on your back, and relax. The ice will help with the pain and swelling.” The doctor turned to Hotch, “Your job over the next few months, Mr. Hotchner, is to make sure that they’re not pushing themself at all. If you notice that they’re trying to do something that they shouldn’t be doing, you need to stop them. Unfortunately, it’s going to feel like babysitting,” he addressed both of us, “but it’s for the best.”

Hotch’s phone started ringing. He apologized profusely while trying to dig it out of his back pocket. The doctor and I watched as Hotch stood, put the form down on his chair behind him, and hurried out of the room to take the call.

The doctor turned back to me. “Painkillers, rest, ice, walking occasionally. Got it?”

I nodded.

“That was Rossi,” Hotch explained, returning from the hallway. “Will and JJ are getting married at his place tomorrow night, apparently.”

My face brightened. I thought to myself, finally… The two of them had been together forever. I always figured that they would have gotten married before me and Hotch, but they had been holding off for some reason. Despite having Henry and being entirely devoted to one another, it took them forever to finally do it. I mean, the decision probably came with the aftershock of the day they just had, but still. This was great news—news that we needed when everything else seemed so shit.

“I want to go,” I insisted.

Hotch’s attention turned to the doctor. “What do you think?”

The doctor shrugged slightly. “I think it’s fine as long as you keep up with the medication, stay away from the champagne, and don’t attempt to do any splits on the dance floor.”

The three of us chuckled.

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When we got home, Hotch helped me up the steps to the porch, then hurried to open the door for me. Just as we saw the living room, I caught a glimpse of Jessica and Jack on the couch, watching a movie together. I smiled. Home. I survived all that shit with The Face Cards just to come home, and I had never been more relieved in my life. As we stepped inside, I looked over at Scarlet’s bouncer to see that it was empty. She must have been asleep upstairs already.

“Mom! Dad!” Jack cheered as he pushed himself off the couch and sprinted over to us.

I crouched down as far as I could go and pulled him in for a tight hug, trying to lift him off the ground somewhat so that I could swing him around. I cringed slightly at the pain shooting down my back, but tried to hide it so that none of them could notice. Hotch was watching me like a hawk, though. My change in posture, my wincing face, and the groan that left my throat as I struggled to pick up Jack, all of that was apparent to Hotch. It wasn’t going to be easy trying to convince him that I was alright. Now I understood why he was always so annoyed with me after New York and Foyet.

“Be careful, bud,” Hotch warned. “Mom hurt their back at work today.”

Jack looked at me as I let him sit on my thigh as I stayed crouched. His index finger curled a strand of my hair loosely. “Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.

I nodded. “I’m okay, little man. I promise. How was your day with Aunt Jessica?”

“We went on a bike ride, then we played soccer with Scarlet—”

“Did you win?” I asked.

He nodded. “Of course!”

“Good job, little man.”

“Aunt Jessica took us for ice cream.”

I squinted at her, but she was laughing and hiding behind a pillow in order to avoid my playful glare. I looked back at Jack. “What flavor did you get?”

“Chocolate fudge.”

“Of course you did.” I kissed his cheek and stood up straight as slowly as I could, reaching for Hotch’s help when I felt my back sting again. I whimpered. He stepped closer to me and kissed my temple to comfort me. “Hey, Jack, Henry’s parents are getting married tomorrow. Do you wanna go with us?”

“Do I get to play with Henry?”

“Duh.”

“Yay!” He jumped forward to hug my legs. I was going to take that as a yes, then.

“Did you guys have anything besides ice cream for dinner?” Hotch asked, but it was more directed to Jessica than Jack.

She nodded. “I took them to Olive Garden.”

Hotch ruffled Jack’s hair. “Spoiled kid.” Well, that was what he deserved, considering we got called away for work at the last second on a weekend, as usual. “Why don’t you go upstairs and start getting ready for bed, bud.” Jack released me and immediately started running for the stairs. “Don’t forget to brush your teeth!” He kept running, though, pretending like he didn’t hear his dad. Really spoiled kid. Hotch dug his wallet out and pulled out some money for Jessica. “I’m so sorry again for today—”

“When will the two of you get it?” She laughed while standing up, gathering her things. “It’s okay!” She walked around the couch. “I love spending time with my niece and nephew. It’s not a job. It’s a chance to help them grow up.” She took Hotch’s money, but then quickly stuck it in his back pocket before he could catch her. “No money, no apologies.” She glanced at how I was leaning on Hotch to offset the chronic pain that was fucking killing me. “You okay?”

“Rough day,” I answered.

She threw her arms around me for a gentle hug. “Call me if you need anything else.”

“Thank you, Jess.”

“I’ll see you guys soon.” She parted from me and headed for the door. “No money, Aaron!” She closed the door behind herself.

“That woman’s a saint,” I told Hotch, walking with him through the house. “We don’t deserve her.”

“No, we do not.”

When Hotch and I headed upstairs, he held onto my hand, his other arm wrapped around my waist so that he could keep me steady as we carefully made our way up one step at a time. He was hovering too much. I was completely capable of making it up the freaking stairs myself, yet he wasn’t going anywhere. So, I just gave in. I let him corral me up each step and through the hallway, all the way down to our bedroom where he helped me lay down on the bed. He lifted my feet up slowly.

“Baby,” I whispered, catching his attention. He looked so worried, as if he had done something wrong or hurt me, which he hadn’t. I smirked at him. “I’m okay.”

He huffed and rolled his eyes at me before standing up straight and moving towards the closet to grab a few extra pillows for me. He slid one under my knees, two under my ankles, and he left a third next to me in case I wanted it for something else. When I was drowning in pillows, he hurried back downstairs to make sure that there was ice if I needed it. We were getting an ice machine that just needed cold water to make it run, but that wasn’t going to show up for at least another few days, so he was going to have to run to and from the kitchen every time I was in pain and needed ice on my back.

“Here, baby,” he whispered, helping me adjust so that we could get the icepack under my back. He kissed my temple. “I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He kissed me again, recognizing that I was just being playful. After a moment of standing at my side, Hotch remembered that he had to get my medication around, so he hurried over to the bag on the dresser and started sorting all of the pills. I watched him carefully. I wondered if he was going to actually keep this up for the next few months or if he was going to forget about our deal back at the hospital and just let me back into the field once I was feeling a bit better. Could he really afford to keep an agent benched for months? I mean, we were barely holding on when he was gone in the Middle East and Emily was still… I don’t know… dead? Sure.

“You know, at some point, you’re going to have to realize that I’m not entirely bedridden. I’m going to have to leave the bedroom sooner than later.”

Hotch glanced over his shoulder and glared at me. “I will tie you to the bed, if it’s the only thing that will keep you there.”

“That’s less of a threat than you had intended for it to be,” I teased.

“Ha. Ha,” he said plainly. I chuckled in response. “Take these,” he told me, turning from the dresser to give me my medication. “I’ll get you some water.” He skipped to the bathroom, and I heard the sink run for a bit before he returned and handed me a half-full glass. He sat on the edge of the bed as I popped the pills and chased them down with the water.

“Tada.”

“You’re sure about going to the wedding tomorrow?” he asked, taking the cup back.

I furrowed my brows. “Of course.”

“I’m worried that your back—”

“Aaron, I’m going to be fine.”

“I said that after New York, too.”

“Yeah, but the difference is that I actually believe it.”

He rolled his eyes. “You know it’s my job to worry about you, my love.”

“I know,” I accepted, taking his hand and squeezing it. “I know. But, my love,” I teased back, “I can go to a wedding, and I promise I won’t break. I’ve already agreed to staying out of the field until I’m better, so just let me have this one.”

He huffed at the fact that he wasn’t going to win this argument before getting up to put the glass back in the bathroom, then head to grab our pajamas. He helped me out of my gross, dusty clothes and into his clean, cologne smelling sweatshirt and blue flannel pajama pants. I immediately felt cozy and relaxed. When Hotch tore off his shirt, I could tell that he was considering taking a shower, but he looked so tired, and he seemed desperate to stay at my side.

“It can wait ‘til morning.” He changed into his grey sweatpants then snuck into bed with me. He sighed. “I say we stay here for the rest of our lives.”

I nodded. “I agree.” We reached for each other’s hands, and I tugged to try to kiss his knuckles, but he beat me to it. “Sap.”

“Yup.”

We both stared up at the ceiling. We were silent, both of us just catching our breath, reflecting on the day. I could have lost him again. He could have lost me again. At what point was it going to get too scary and we would finally call it? I wasn’t ready to leave the field yet, and I was sure that he felt the same way, too, but it was something that we had to consider. I mean, we had to retire at some point. Right? We couldn’t do this forever…

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The following evening was the wedding. Hotch spent the afternoon helping Jack get ready—making sure he actually showered, brushed his teeth, combed his hair, and picked out an appropriate outfit. Towards the time when we were about to leave, I caught Hotch kneeling in front of Jack, teaching him how to properly put on a tie. I smirked and continued to spy into the room. I had a bad habit of eavesdropping on them, but who could blame me when those moments weren’t going to last forever? Before we would know it, Jack would be all grown up and heading off for college, and we weren’t going to get any daily memories at all. I had to make them count while I still could.

As for Hotch and I getting ready, I took longer than he did. Considering I was somewhat immobile, I spent most of my time going between getting ready and laying down with an icepack when Hotch wasn’t looking. I was wearing a pant suit, something simple and light. Easy to get on and off. I barely even bothered with makeup because it hurt too much to hold still while trying to get everything perfect, and I just kept my hair out of my face. Nothing too fancy. As for Hotch… I wasn’t sure if he understood that a few years ago, he would have worn a work suit or that brown quarter zip to the wedding, but this time around he was wearing a well fitted all black suit, and all I wanted to do was literally jump him. Every time I saw him walking around wearing just the dress shirt and pants—no jacket yet, I could see his muscles and abs, and I wanted nothing more than to just have him pin me down and fuck me. Fuck. It was weird to think how when I was told to not do something, I suddenly wanted to do it. Specifically, I wanted to do him. I supposed that was just the brat in me, though.

Before we were about to leave, I went to go check on Scarlet in her nursery real quick when I noticed that it was a total mess with all of the toys scattered around. I groaned quietly as I bent over to grab her koala stuffed animal off the floor. It hurt like a total bitch, and there was no good way to go about doing it besides making sure I went slow and easy. As I carefully stood back up, screwing my eyes shut and wincing at the pain on my lower back as I did so, Scarlet cooed in her crib. I tried to smile while holding my back with one hand and her toy in the other. She was staring up at me, waiting for me to pick her up or give her the toy— either way, she would have been content.

“Y/N,” Hotch whispered from the doorway, making me jump in my own skin.

I caught my heart as I turned to glare at him for scaring me. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough.”

“Hotch—” I knew what he was going to say. I knew that he was going to give me a talk about how I needed to be more careful than I was being, but I really didn’t want to hear it, not for the hundredth time, at least. I was sick of people telling me what I could and couldn’t do. I could afford to clean up my kid’s room, alright. That wasn’t going to break my back. “It’s fine.”

He opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but both of us fell into silence when we heard: “Mama” come from Scarlet’s crib. I froze in place, thinking about what could have possibly just happened. Maybe I misheard, or maybe Jack was calling for me from downstairs, or maybe he was watching TV and they said it, or—

“Mama,” I heard it again, snapping my attention to the crib. Scarlet was still smiling— almost giggling, actually— and she was dancing around on her feet. “Mama.”

“Aaron…” I mumbled, too scared to move a muscle, thinking that if I did, she’d stop saying anything. Hotch took careful steps towards me, also trying to not startle her. “Did she—”

He nodded. “Yeah,” he whispered back.

“Mama!” She did a “grabby-grab” gesture with her hands, reaching out for the koala toy that I was still holding.

Finally, a year old, she was finally talking, and of course her first word had to be just for me. Morgan wouldn’t believe it. I mean, statistically speaking—at least, according to Spencer—Scarlet was a late bloomer when it came to walking and talking, but she wasn’t entirely behind the curve either. Just yesterday, I had been thinking about how I couldn’t wait until she would start talking. How the fuck did she know?

I did a little dance, too, before handing her the toy. She fell onto her butt and gave the koala a Superman hug. Hotch and I chuckled at the same time. Mama. Yeah, I’d take that. I kind of wished we got it on camera or something, but I think it was better that it was in the moment and that Hotch and I were both there, taken aback by how shocking it was when it came out of the blue. My perfect lil’ bug… I laughed again.

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“Uh oh, trouble just walked in!” Morgan cheered from the living room as we walked into Rossi’s house, the door having been left open for all of the guests. Emily and Garcia turned to see who he was talking about, and they all smiled when their gaze met me, Hotch, and Jack. “Where’s my goddaughter?” he inquired, walking over to me.

I rolled my eyes as he kissed my cheek and I hugged him. “Jessica’s watching her.” I turned and hugged Emily. “No more almost dying,” I whispered in her ear. “We need you here.”

She smiled shortly as we parted but didn’t say anything. As I hugged Garcia next, Morgan crouched down to talk to Jack. They were talking about the chocolate fountain that was in the dining room, and the next thing I knew, the two of them were running off together to go take a look at it. Garcia and I laughed before she insisted that she should go keep an eye on Morgan.

I turned to Hotch. “I am not responsible for his sugar high this time. You’re on your own, Agent Hotchner.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to his side. “I should go find Rossi and thank him for inviting us,” I told him quietly as he kissed my neck.

“No alcohol,” he warned.

“Yes, Sir,” I saluted to make my comment look innocent to Emily, though it was anything but innocent to Hotch. After I pecked his lips with a grinning kiss, I snuck out of Hotch’s arms and headed to the backyard so that he and Emily could talk since he said that she was acting off.

As I was wandering around in search for Rossi, I discovered that he was nowhere to be found. Somehow, our host for the evening had completely vanished. I shook my head. Well, I’d find him later, I supposed, and maybe Hotch would be free then to thank him, too. So, for now, I tapped Anderson’s shoulder, catching his attention, and I asked if he had seen Morgan around since I spotted Jack running around in the backyard with Henry, which meant that Morgan had disappeared somewhere.

Anderson pointed me in the direction of one of the rooms on the first floor that was acting as a coat room for the night. I thanked him with a smile. He waved me goodbye before taking his girlfriend Angelica’s hand and leading her outside to go meet everyone. It was so funny to see him with her because they reminded me so much of how Hotch and I used to be when we first started going out, and we were just so naïve, hands all over each other all the time, smiles constantly plastered to our faces, no problems between us yet. Life used to be so simple. Hopefully Anderson and Angelica wouldn’t get as complicated as Hotch and I were.

When I stepped into the temporary coatroom, I found Morgan hiding in the corner, sitting on a leather footstool, drinking a cup of scotch. He spotted me and forced a smile onto his face. “Hey, sunshine.”

“Hey.”

“How are you doing?”

I sighed heavily, taking a seat beside him. “Well, at least you don’t have to worry about me shooting you or Rossi for getting on my ass about not leaving the bank for the hospital the other day.” He furrowed his brows. “I’m leaning more towards shooting Spencer or Hotch are this point.”

Morgan chuckled. “That bad, huh?”

“You have no freakin’ idea. And I can’t even drink it all away because of the painkillers. So. Yay me.” I rolled my eyes.

Morgan didn’t respond, though, which was concerning. I half expected him to back up Hotch and Spencer, or maybe say something snarky about he was glad to be rid of me for a few months until the doctors could clear me again. But nothing. Even his smile faded into the unnatural silence between us.

My eyes pouted as I put a hand on his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

He shrugged my touch away, which also wasn’t like him. “Nothing.”

Oh, yeah. Sure. Nothing. Recently, Morgan had a terrible habit of pushing everyone away because he thought that it would somehow protect us, but all it was doing was hurting everyone involved. He knew that he could tell me anything and I would always understand. He knew that I would always stand by his side and back him up, no matter what. So why was he so afraid to open up to me recently? Had I done something to break his trust in me? Was I somehow involved in this secret he was keeping? I just wanted him to give me some kind of answer so that I could stop worrying about him for once.

He sighed when he saw my mind churning. “I can’t tell you what’s going on because it’s not my secret to share. Is that okay?”

I nodded. “If that’s the case, then I won’t pry. But… I’m always here to talk, Derek. Always.” I tried to lighten the mood by joking, “Especially since I can’t go anywhere anymore.”

He chuckled. “Touché.”

Silence settled for a bit as both of our chuckles faded. Now, we were just staring at the wall together. There had to be something more for us to say, something that would lift his spirits. Oh—

“Scar said her first word today,” I admitted, biting back a smile because I knew that it would cheer Morgan up to hear the good news.

Morgan looked up at me, shock mixed with excitement washing over his face. “You’re kidding.”

I shook my head. “Nope.”

“Who won?”

“I did,” I smiled. He groaned, rolled his eyes, and dug into his back pocket for his wallet. I grinned as he gave me a ten dollar bill reluctantly. “Sucker.”

“So, this is where you’ve been hiding,” someone said from the door. Morgan and I both glanced up guiltily, as if we were two teenagers who got caught smoking pot at prom or something. It was just Hotch, though. Actually, no, that was too nonchalant for referencing him. It was Hotch, yeah, but he did, in fact, look like a stern and disappointed principle who had caught up smoking pot at prom. “I’ve been looking around for you.” He looked directly at Morgan to ask, “Have they been drinking?”

“Nope. They’ve been doing a lot of complaining about not drinking, though.”

Morgan poked my side, laughing at me in a teasing way, skipping towards the door, barely dodging around Hotch in time. He sent me a thumbs up for good luck. I groaned and hit my head against the wall behind me, looking at my husband out the corner of my eye as he took Morgan’s spot beside me.

“If it weren’t for your back, I’d have you over my knee right now for breaking the rules,” Hotch whispered in my ear.

I gulped. The idea sounded so appealing. I wanted nothing more than for life to just get back to how it was. I didn’t want Hotch to be scared to touch me, or to kiss me, hold me, fuck me. The next few months were going to be excruciatingly long without being able to have all of him. I was so fucking pissed.

“Mmm… and what if I were to be good for you right now…” I tried playing with him, sneaking my hand onto his thigh, making an attempt to work my way upwards towards his crotch, but he snatched my hand away. “Please, Sir. Something.”

“You behave, take all of your meds, work on getting better, then I’ll consider it—But only after the doctors say we can.”

“Come on, baby,” I pleaded with a pout. “We don’t need doctors to tell us how to be us…” I tried putting my hand on his thigh again, but he kept me away. “Aaron, I’m not going to break.” I instead moved my hand to his cheek. “I love you, I trust you, and I know that you would never hurt me, and I know my own limits when it comes to—”

“Y/N, stop, please,” he whispered. “Please. I love you, Y/N, and I want to do… I want to be us again, more than ever, but I just want to be 100% sure before we do anything. It’s only been a day. A day, baby girl… You heal fast, I know you do, but not that fast. One wrong move, and you might not ever go back into the field. Sex is nice and all, but it’s not worth it if that’s the price you have to pay.”

I chuckled lightly. “Okay. Fair enough.”

“Hey, you two love birds,” Rossi interrupted, sticking his head into the room, “everyone’s waiting on you two.”

We hurried to follow Rossi out to the backyard where everyone was gathered in front of the priest, Henry, and Will. I slowed when I noticed that it was standing room only. I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to stand through the whole thing without literally wanting to tear my own spine out and throw it across the fucking yard. I looked at Hotch, tugging him back towards me. He searched my eyes with worry, and when it finally dawned on him, the worry intensified, and he neared me to hold me close.

He kissed the top of my head. “I’ll hold onto you. If it gets bad, we’ll quietly excuse ourselves.”

“It’ll be rude,” I whispered.

“Everyone will understand. Come on.”

He continued to lead me to the group, a few of them shuffling around so that they could make room for us. Hotch was standing behind me, his arms under mine, hands on my hips, swaying them barely, almost as if it were some kind of hypnotizing therapy on its own, and he was kissing my neck gently, not passionately enough to leave a hickey, but enough to tell me that he loved me a million times over.

As JJ and Will kissed, Hotch pulled me closer and whispered, “You remember our first kiss as husband and wife?”

I nodded, smiling through the happy tears that drifted down my cheeks. I was just so happy and relived that we were all safe, and that we were a family again. Even though things didn’t go to plan yesterday, at least Will was there, and JJ would never have to know what it would be like to raise Henry without him. Even though I hurt myself, I at least had Hotch and he had me, and we would never have to know what it would be like to live without each other.

Everyone started clapping, which pulled me out of my trance. Hotch let go of me so that he could clap, too, and I turned to look up at him and kiss him as we both smiled and wiped each other’s tears away. He smiled against me, leaning into our kiss. He didn’t recognize what he was doing. He had been so careful with me since the bombing yesterday, and yet, for a moment, he forgot about everything and just kissed me the same way he kissed me the day we got married. And I kissed him back. I didn’t stop until the clapping stopped and he realized what he had done, quickly pulling away from me so that he could make sure that I hadn’t shattered to a million pieces. I hadn’t shattered, but I had certainly melted.

During dinner, I sat between Hotch and Morgan, just across from Spencer and Garcia. We were all eating—the rest of them drinking while I watched—and talking the night away, not even pondering for a second that yesterday we nearly died on multiple occasions. It was like all of the bad had been washed away. There wasn’t a single bad thought at the table, and there wasn’t a single frown on anyone’s face. Was that normal? I mean, our lives had never been normal, so I was pretty sure I forgot what “normal” was, but that kind of felt familiar, like that was how we would be if our jobs weren’t so time and emotionally consuming.

Garcia asked how I was, and I lied, telling everyone that I felt okay, that they were just overreacting yesterday. Spencer, just as he had at the hospital, actually told everyone the truth. I glared at him again. He didn’t recognize what he had done, however, and continued on to insist that he could help Hotch keep an eye on me since he could recognize the silence signs that I was trying to mask my pain in order to not worry everyone. I silently cursed him for being so damn smart. And oblivious. But the last part wasn’t necessarily his fault, especially with all the theories that had been circulating around the office since I first joined.

After we finished eating, Hotch held his hand out and asked if I wanted to dance. I stared at him for a moment. Was he really going to let me move? I mean, I wasn’t going to second guess him vocally, of course, but I couldn’t believe that he was asking. I jumped at the chance, though. I accepted his hand, letting him pull me to my feet. The two of us laughed excitedly as we carefully hurried to the dance floor and he turned me around so that I was facing him and we could start slow dancing.

Hotch was so gentle with me. We were hardly swaying, taking slow, gentle, and small steps in circles. His arm was barely even touching my waist. I rested my cheek against his chest and inhaled his scent. I loved him beyond words. Despite our ups and downs, despite his lies and my hurt feelings over and over again, I couldn’t shake that I loved him. I couldn’t help that all of that bad times just couldn’t compare to all of the good times, which made everything worth it at the end of the day.

“What are we going to do?” Hotch asked, sincerely baffled. I didn’t say anything. “This isn’t like when I left… You could move then, take care of the kids, and Morgan was always around… But now you’re actually hurt, and I’m going to be gone all the time. What… What do we do?”

“Nothing really changes, baby. I can take Jack to school; I can look after Scarlet. And, you know, Jessica will always be around to help, too, if I need. We’ll be fine.”

“You could barely pick up Jack yesterday.”

“In my defense, he’s getting too big to keep picking up.”

“Y/N, come on. I’m serious. You can’t put any stress on your back. That includes picking Jack up, and cleaning up the house, doing laundry, doing dishes— anything. You need to be really careful.”

“I’m fine, Aaron.”

“You couldn’t even bend down to grab Scarlet’s toy from the floor.”

I furrowed my brows at him when I noticed the way his hold on me loosened even more after recalling the memory of me in the nursery only a few hours ago. He wasn’t upset about that. I mean— he was. Obviously, he was. But there was something else stirring in the mind of Aaron Hotchner, and it had to do with his own guilt. That was the only explanation I could account for.

I brushed my hand over his hair. “Baby,” I cooed, waiting until he looked at me, “I’m going to be okay.” I scratched his scalp gently. He slowly melted against my touch, nuzzling into the way it relaxed him whenever I played with his hair. “It’s not your fault. I need you to hear that.”

He froze. “I—”

“Aaron, please, listen to me. It’s not your fault. I yelled at you, and I told you that I wanted to make the choices with SWAT, and you gave in. I made the call to send everyone into the bank, and I was the one who neglected to think that there could be a bomb inside. This isn’t your fault. It’s mine.”

“I wouldn’t have sanctioned an approach if JJ hadn’t compared you to Will.”

My face softened at the realization. I had only thought that he blamed himself, but I didn’t know it for sure, and I hadn’t realized that this was buried so deep. This was far worse than I could have anticipated. “That’s why you’ve been all protective like this.”

I mean, he usually got protective when something changed drastically in our lives. Haley and Scarlet were prime examples. But this was… different. Instead of ordering me to do things that would force me to protect myself, Hotch was coddling me and attending to my every wish. He was trying to make up for what he did. He was trying to apologize to me for something that he had no right blaming himself for; and he was trying to relieve the guilt he felt by catering to me constantly.

Hotch pressed his forehead against mine. “You could have died, Y/N. I had this feeling in the pit of my stomach that it was wrong to make a move like that again so soon, and I should have said something—but when JJ put it into perspective for me by asking what I would have done if it were you in that bank… I knew I had to help her. I had to help Will. And I forgot that it’s my job to protect you—to protect our team. I let my emotions get in the way. I shouldn’t have done that. It goes against everything we believe in at the BAU, and it nearly got you killed.”

“It was my choice, Aaron.” I brought my hand to his face and ran my thumb over his mole on his cheek. “Please, hear that. I made the call to move in with SWAT. It was my decision to push the front doors with you, and it was my decision to stay on site instead of going to the hospital afterwards. You can’t blame yourself.”

“But I do.”

“I know.” I felt a tear hit my thumb, making me pout. “It was an accident, baby.”

“Yeah, but it was an accident that could have killed you.”

I leaned in to kiss him because there was this overwhelming urge in the pit of my stomach to somehow comfort him, yet there weren’t enough words to tell him what I meant, and there wasn’t enough time in the world to hug him for as long as I wanted to—and even if the time existed, my strength to give him a Superman hug was too limited. But I could kiss him. I could press my lips to his until we couldn’t breathe, until he would grab my face and hold me there with him, leaning into me until I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold him there with me. So, I kissed him. I kissed him as hard as I could. We exhaled through our noses, turning our faces to kiss from a different angle while catching our breath. But he didn’t hold me as close as I wanted him to. In fact, he pushed me away somewhat, and I could tell that it was because he was terrified that if he tilted over me at all, it would hurt my back.

My shoulders fell. “Aaron Christopher Hotchner, you are not stupid. You did not make the wrong call. Stop thinking that way before I smack you.”

He chuckled. “I’m trying.”

“Try harder.” I kissed him again, finally feeling his arms snake around the small of my back, giving me the chance to fling my arms around his neck, just like I wanted. I smiled against him.

Someone beside us cleared their throat. We parted to see Morgan standing there, gesturing to ask if he could dance with me. What a way to be a cockblock, am I right? Not that Hotch would have actually fucked me, even if I were on my knees and begging. He made it entirely clear that he wasn’t ready to have sex with me yet, knowing just how bad my back actually was, and he probably wasn’t going to give in for a very long time. I was going to be miserable. Miserable and horny. What was the point of being married to the love of my life if I couldn’t fuck him every chance I had? And then motherfucking Derek Morgan had to come along and ruin the slight chance I had by asking to dance with me. Oh, boy, he was really lucky I loved him.

Hotch was polite about it, though. We smiled, patted Morgan’s shoulder, then stepped away to go dance with Emily since she looked all lonely on her own on the side. Morgan took one of my hands in his, then wrapped his other arm around my waist while I put my free hand on his shoulder. I was staring at him, trying to gauge if he was any better since earlier. He wasn’t.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he insisted before I could say anything. “But thank you for being in my corner, sunshine.” I smiled. “And for always being so damn stubborn, too.”

I laughed. “Only for you.”

“That’s a blatant lie.”

I laughed again. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Can I sneak in a dance?” Emily asked, sneaking up behind me. Morgan and I turned to face her. I saw that she was forcing a smile, and behind that illusion of happiness was a desperation to dance with Morgan, so I nodded and stepped away. “Actually—” Emily started before I could walk away. “I was hoping to dance with you,” she told me. She reached out and grabbed my hand before I could get too far.

I smiled and took her hand. “Okay.”

Morgan didn’t walk away, so we both glared at him slightly as Emily took the lead. She put her right hand on my waist, her left hand clasped tightly with my right hand, and my left hand was on her shoulder. We still glared at Morgan.

“What? Can’t I watch?” he questioned through a chuckle.

I shooed him away until he gave up and went to grab Garcia from her seat. When I looked back at Emily, she was smiling for real this time, which eased my nerves. Despite how happy everyone seemed, there was something off with her. I could tell that she was the secret Morgan was keeping. I wasn’t sure how I knew, but some part of me just put the pieces together, and I supposed I should have attributed it to being a profiler, but I didn’t want to be that stuck up. I just knew. Something told me that she wasn’t entirely okay, and my heart sank.

As Emily looked away from me, almost like she felt too guilty to keep eye contact, I started putting the pieces together. Morgan was as upset that night as he was when he found out Emily “died”. Hotch stayed back to talk to her when we arrived. I didn’t like where this was leading me.

So, I just asked. “You’re leaving again… Aren’t you?”

Emily snapped her attention back to me, her smile falling from her face quickly. But she didn’t deny it. In fact, she didn’t even question it. The look on her face wasn’t confusion over what I was talking about, instead it was about how I knew. So, it was true. I had this feeling boiling in the pit of my stomach that something was wrong with her, and for some reason her leaving the team was the only thing that made sense to me. I didn’t know why. Maybe it was because if I were in her shoes, I would have felt the same way. I couldn’t imagine going through everything she went through; from finding out that Ian Doyle was back, to the fact that he was coming after us in order to make her life hell, in order to being tortured and stabbed by him, then… dying on the way to the hospital. After all of that, she still had the strength to come back when it was safe. But it wasn’t the same. She wasn’t the same. Since coming back, something had been off about her, and I really hadn’t put the pieces together until she went out of her way to come up and ask to dance with me. She knew she was leaving, and she wanted to cherish the moments she had left with us.

“I don’t want to talk about it—” she began.

“Don’t leave. Please.” I didn’t know how I could be more clear and sincere. “Please.”

Her eyes softened. “I’m sorry.” We were silent for a moment. “How did you know?”

“Morgan was being all weird and keeping secrets from me, which was how I knew it had to do with the team. Since Hotch isn’t acting weird, I know he’s not keeping anything from me. The next option was you… and when you asked to dance… I just… I somehow knew.” I shrugged. “Profiling or whatever.”

She laughed. “Yeah. Sure.”

“We need you here. I need you here. Scarlet—”

“I’ll still be around, Y/N, I promise. I just need to do something else. The BAU isn’t what it used to be for me. I think I burned too many bridges when I was away.”

“What are you going to do instead?”

I felt a sob bubbling in my chest, even though I was trying my very hardest to suppress it. I didn’t want to be sad at a wedding. I didn’t want to even think that I would be sad in the future, missing one of my best friends, wondering if she was okay wherever she was, doing whatever it was, doing whoever it was. There was a time when Emily and I… We just clicked. I mean, at first, I was indifferent because she came shortly after Elle left to go travel and do something new with her life that she loved; but once I warmed up to her, we had a flow at work. Morgan and I were together in the field for almost every case, but there were instances when Emily would tag along, and it made sense. The one thing I could vividly remember about her before she left was the time we were working that swinger case and we were in the car together… With anyone else, I think it would have been awkward. But with Emily, I didn’t blink twice. Being stuck in that car with her—though I didn’t recognize it at the time—was actually funny, and I enjoyed little moments like that. If she actually left, I wouldn’t have those anymore. Hell, since she got back in the first place, there was hardly a chance to have little moments like that, and it broke my heart, but I thought that we were going to have a long time to make up for it.

Emily caught a tear running down my cheek with her thumb. Shit, I swore I wouldn’t actually cry. She searched my eyes for a moment, debating on whether or not her next words would force an actual sob out of me; but I was pleading with her for answers. “Clyde Easter called… He wants me to run the London Interpol office.”

I let out a shaky breath. “You’re taking it?”

“Yeah.”

“And it’ll make you happy?”

“I hope so.”

I sighed quietly and nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay?” she questioned.

“Yeah. Okay. If it makes you happy, then I can’t tell you not to jump at the opportunity, Em. Once upon a time, you told me that no one else’s opinion matters unless it’s optimistic and helpful. I want my opinion to matter to you. I want you to know that I will always be in your corner, and I will support whatever endeavor it is you choose to seek out because I want the best for you. Because I love you.”

She finally smiled again, almost like she was relieved to hear that from me. “Thank you, Y/N. Truly.” She stopped dancing with me so that she could hug me tightly. “I love you, too.”

And that was how we said goodbye because seeing her off at the airport a few weeks later was just too painful.

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10 Simple Whiskey Cocktail Recipes to Make at Home

Life isn't generally blushing however for however long there are great bourbon mixed drinks and extraordinary organization, there is a silver lining. What could be preferable over heavenly natively constructed bourbon mixed drinks to pour over ice and offer for an extraordinary night of visit in the nursery as the sun goes down? All things considered, the energy that goes into the creation of every one makes these minutes so unique.

WHICH Bourbon?

We suggest utilizing Bulleit Whiskey Outskirts Bourbon with its "extraordinary mix of rye, corn, and grain malt, alongside unique kinds of yeast and unadulterated Kentucky limestone separated water."

OUR 10 Inconceivably Simple Bourbon Mixed drinks

These 10 simple bourbon mixed drinks are a blend of exemplary bourbon mixed drinks and contemporary turns with a sprinkle of fruitiness or flavor contingent upon your taste. There could be no more excellent method for partaking in your late spring than for certain modern mixed drinks with bourbon, extraordinary organization and some place picturesque to watch the sun go down following a blistering day.

1. Outdated

Ageless and on the money, this is one for when a close buddy calls and some style is all together. Match its nuanced severe orangey notes with charcuterie, blue cheddar and a generous dinner with every one of the decorations.

Fixings

2 tsp of your custom made sugar syrup

Sprinkle of water

60ml Bulleit Whiskey Bourbon

1-2 runs Angostura sharp flavoring

XL ice solid shape or circle

soft drink water (discretionary)

Orange cut or maraschino cherry to embellish.

Add the sugar syrup, sharp flavoring, and water in a tumbler and blend. Put the XL ice solid shape in the glass and mix in the bourbon. Add a sprinkle of pop water and blend.

2. Sweet Manhattan

Developed by Iain Marshall at the Manhattan Club in New York City during the 1870s, this scrumptiously sweet bend on the exemplary bourbon mixed drink utilizes maraschino cherry syrup. Match with Italian Pizzette, Pastasciutta, Grissini (breadsticks) and Po Young men's Sandwiches. Mix your basic syrup with maraschino cherries to get the full-bodied pleasantness.

Fixings

50ml Bulleit Whiskey Boondocks Bourbon

25ml Vermouth Rosso

5ml maraschino cherry syrup

2 runs Angostura sharp flavoring

Mix the fixings with ice in a blending glass, then strain into a tumbler with our XL ice 3D shape. Decorate with a cherry and serve.

3. Corroded NAIL

Albeit this mixed drink began at the 1937 English Ventures Fair, it was anything but a hit until the 1950s once again introduced by Club 21 in New York and loved by the notable Rodent Pack. Our Corroded nail utilizes Irish Bourbon and Honey Alcohol rather than Drambuie to give it a smooth extravagance.

Fixings

50 ml Bulleit Whiskey Bourbon

1 tbsp The Whistler Irish Bourbon and Honey Alcohol

Bit of lemon strip.

Place your XL ice circle in a tumbler and add the bourbon and bourbon alcohol and mix tenderly. Add the lemon curve to embellish.

4. MINT JULEP

From the Spanish Arabic, "julepe", and the Persian word گلاب (Golâb) meaning rosewater, the 'Julep' mixed drink was a mixture previously referenced in 1770. Initially, English juleps were somewhat alcoholic and restorative with the option of camphor before American partners later added mint to turn into the minty mixed drink we love today.

Fixings

65 ml Bulleit Whiskey Bourbon

10/12 mint leaves

12.5ml 2 sections to 1 of your hand crafted sugar syrup

Squashed ice

Mint twig to embellish

Shake the fixings with ice and strain into a mint julep cup loaded up with squashed ice. Beat with a long-taken care of spoon and top with more squashed ice.

5. HOT Drink

First knew about in the seventeenth Hundred years, there are two questioned starting points for this beverage: India (from the Hindi, 'Taddy' meaning a beverage with matured palm sap, and Ireland (named after Specialist Robert Bentley Todd who suggested the hot. flavored cocktail as a virus fix). One way or the other, the hot bourbon is a helpful winter exemplary that warms the cockles of your heart. Extraordinary on a skiing outing or when you want a speedy and scrumptious heating up.

Fixings

25ml Irish/Bulleit Whiskey Bourbon

100ml bubbling water

1 tsp honey

half cinnamon stick

1 lemon, half squeezed and half cut

2 or 3 cloves

On the off chance that it's a non heat evidence glass, pre-heat the glass by placing a metal spoon in it and pouring in bubbling water, after it's warmed, toss out the water. You can likewise utilize a glass still hot from the dishwasher. Cut a cut of lemon and drive the cloves into it.

Put a teaspoon of honey into the glass followed by a fix of Irish bourbon or Bulleit Whiskey, mix until smooth. Add the cinnamon and lemon with cloves, top up with bubbling water and mix. Envelop the glass by a cloth serviette and leave to imbue briefly, tenderly taste.

6.BOULEVARDIER Mixed drink

This exemplary bourbon mixed drink was developed by the essayist Erskine Gwynne, organizer behind Boulevardier magazine in Paris from 1927 to 1932. A bend on the Negroni, it replaces gin with bourbon.

Fixings

25ml Bulleit Whiskey Bourbon

25ml sweet vermouth

25ml Campari

ice

Orange bend, to decorate

Blend the Bulleit Whiskey Bourbon, Campari and sweet vermouth in a blending glass in with ice and mix until very much chilled. Strain into a tumbler over our XL ice shape.

7.WHISKEY Acrid

First referenced in the Wisconsin paper, Waukesha Plain Vendor, in 1870, Elliott Stubb clearly made the "whisky sharp" in Iquique in 1872.

This mixed drink has no doubt been guzzled for many years as the base alcohols gin and bourbon alongwith lemon were utilized as the remedy for a typical sailor's hardship at that point, scurvy.

Fixings

50ml Bulleit Whiskey Bourbon

35ml newly crushed lemon juice

12½ml 2:1 your custom made sugar syrup

2 runs Angostura sharp flavoring

½ new egg white

XL ice shape

Lemon twisting to decorate

Fill a shaker with ice, add Bulleit Whiskey Bourbon, lemon juice, sugar syrup, egg white and 3 smidgens of Angostura sharp flavoring.

Shake and strain into a tumbler with a XL ice 3D square.

8.GODFATHER

Made well known during the 1970s when mixed drinks were better and supposedly named after the screen character played Marlon Brando, this smooth, rich mixed drink is devilishly simple to make with just two fixings. This is a complex after-supper mixed drink with traces of almond.

Fixings

50 ml Bulleit Whiskey Bourbon

25 ml Disaronno

Ice

XL ice 3D square

Orange winding to embellish

Empty the whisky and amaretto into a blending glass or container and add ice, mix until the beyond the glass is chilled. Place your XL ice 3D square in a tumbler and strain into the glass.

9. PENICILLIN Mixed drink

This contemporary mixed drink, made by the Australian Sam Ross during the 2000s, at the unbelievable Milk and Honey bar, New York is a delightfully sweet and hot riff on the Bourbon Harsh. Our own is made with a Whiskey wind as opposed to Scotch.

Fixings

59 ml Bulleit Whiskey Bourbon

22ml new lemon juice

22ml honey/ginger syrup*

Sugar-coated ginger to embellish

Shake all fixings with ice and strain over our XL ice block in a tumbler

Float the bar spoon of Islay on top and enhance with candy-coated ginger.

10. WINTER Bourbon Acrid

This scrumptiously rich and sweet citrus-forward mixed drink is a turn on the exemplary Sharp with the expansion of orange and sugar to taste. Albeit extraordinary in winter it can really be partaken in any time.

Fixings

squashed ice

50ml Bulleit Whiskey Bourbon

1 tbsp new lemon juice

tbsp new squeezed orange

½ tbsp sugar syrup

2 cups of orange to embellish.

Brush the edge of your tumblers with honey and add our XL ice 3D shape. Shake the bourbon with the lemon juice, squeezed orange, and sugar syrup.

Attempt our exceptional pre-blended mixed drinks

Assuming you are as of now depleted simply learning about how to make these mixed drinks, why not go to our menu and attempt our 6 premium premixed bourbon mixed drinks: Bourbon Acrid, Boulevardier, Dated, Manhattan. Earthy colored Gold and Kurayoshi Legacy. prepared to tear, pour over ice and taste without wasting time with purchasing fixings and all the readiness.

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Does Riley like those frozen popcicle tubes like you cut the end off and squeeze the flavor out? I was eating one and thought she probably would.

@sirbeepsalot I think I answered the question. (And all it required was a yes or no answer)

The New York City night was warm but breezy. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Sounds from the street drifted up to them: faint laughter, car horns. Streetlamps helped the moon illuminate the dark. Riley and Drake sat on the concrete floor of his hotel room balcony, backs pressed against a marble wall. Drake’s head hung down, his longish brown hair threatening to fall into his eyes. Except they were closed in hurt, pain, anger. His hand swiped at the side of his face to brush away stray tears that were determined to fall.

Riley sat with her knees apart, her sequined maxi length dress bunched between her legs. Her head was tilted up towards the heavens; she wiggled her stockinged toes in an attempt to stretch the tiredness out of them. Her strappy rhinestone heels were at her side, along with her clutch.

“Drake, we knew I was going to say yes,” she sighed.

“You knew,” Drake mumbled over the lump in his throat.

“Let’s not do the semantics. From Day One, you reminded me I was here for Liam. And I was. You and I … got closer during the Engagement Tour because of circumstances and heightened emotions.” Riley turned to look at his profile. “I never promised you anything, I never gave you anything.”

Drake looked up at her with red rimmed eyes and wet cheeks. If heartbreak were a person, it would be Drake Walker. “But I … but I…,” he drew a shaky breath. “Damnit, Brooks! I have feelings for you!”

Riley gave a sad smile. “You like me. You probably love me. I love you, too. But I’m not in love with you, and you aren’t with me. I … need things that only Liam can give.” She shook her head. “I can’t even explain it, but he gets me. He knows my secrets and he keeps them. He knows my demons, and he slays them. He understands me.”

Silence as the breeze blew through their hair and caressed their clothing.

“I … I could have given you that.”

Riley shook her head. “You would try. You would try so hard, but it’s something that’s organic. You can’t work at that.”

Riley’s hand reached out for Drake’s and clasped it. Drake trembled, wondering how skin so cool could scorch his. “We’re friends, Drake. You are, without a doubt, my closest friend here.”

Drake looked at Riley; she was staring straight ahead, her eyes glittering with unshed tears. “Really?”

Riley chuckled lightly. “Hell, yes! Max and Hana aren’t taking bullets for my ass! And I didn’t kiss Max.”

Drake’s eyes narrowed. “You kissed Hana?”

“Hana and I aren’t the topic right now. We’re talking about you.” She squeezed his hand a little tighter. “I’m not simple, Drake. My soul is trigonometry and my heart is calculus. You, you’re a simple man: good liquor, a good steak, fishing, camping. I’m complicated and closed off and loathe nature.”

“I would accept all of that Brooks,” he whispered.

“For now. But Liam is willing to accept it for a lifetime.”

More silence. Riley studied the ring on her finger. Drake watched a clattering subway train make its way above the bustling city.

“Are you happy, Brooks?”

The smile that split her lips gave him his answer. “Yes. I feel like I have finally found my home, my person.” She looked at Drake. “Do you feel that way with me?”

Drake shrugged. “I just feel …happy around you.”

“Just when you think you know happiness, the Universe shows that you can be happier. You can and will be happier Drake. You’ll find someone uncomplicated and you’ll lay in bed on Sunday morning with pancakes and talk about that fish you caught. The fish you’ll be cooking for dinner. And you will be the best uncle to my kids, if I have any.”

“You will. Liam got the best specialist in all of Cordonia.”

Riley dropped his hand, surprise and shock on her face. “He told you?”

Drake nodded. “He did.”

“Secret keeper, my ass!” Riley growled.

Drake let out a genuine laugh. “He’s in love with you. He wants the best for you and your happiness.”

“He has a big ass mouth!”

“Lucky for you, I’m a secret keeper too.” He sighed. “It just … sucks, you know?”

“It does suck,” Riley agreed. “You know what I do when things suck?”

Drake looked at her inquiringly.

“I eat greasy cheeseburgers and fries, and then I binge on freeze pops!”

“Freeze pops?”

Riley spread her hands apart. “The BIG ones! Lime or grape! Sometimes both.”

“Cherry or blue raspberry, Brooks!”

“See, this is why we would not get along! Ever!”

Drake laughed again. “I know where to find greasy burgers and fries. What about freeze pops?”

“There’s a 24-hour bodega a block from here. We can get them on the way back.”

Riley scooped her shoes and clutch before standing; she leaned against the wall as she slipped her feet inside the sparkly heels. Drake looked at her curiously. “Aren’t you going to change?”

Riley shook her head. “When one is using the King’s credit card, one must look the part. I’m wearing my glittery gown; you’re wearing a clean shirt. We’ll pass.”

“Where is your … fiancé?” Drake’s tongue tripped over the last word.

“Probably still breaking it off with Madeleine.”

“And he gave you his credit card?”

Riley nodded her head vigorously. “Yep! He just doesn’t know it yet.”

Drake shook his head. “Brooks …”

“Yadda yadda, COME ON!. Things suck and Liam didn’t even take me to dinner.”

Drake grinned as he followed Riley through his hotel room. “Hey, Riley.”

She stopped and looked over her shoulder. “Yeah?”

He just looked at her, his eyes saying what his mouth couldn’t at the moment.

Riley smiled softly. “I know.”

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bespoketailors41 · 3 years

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— the sun goes down; he takes the day, but I’m grown

pairing: sam wilson x f!reader x bucky barnes summary: you meet him once at your favorite place and assume that you won’t meet him again, regardless of how good the conversation was, but alas, fate always seems to have other plans. wc: 6.8k+ (no self-control and I actually planned this series out) genre: slightly angsty, flirting, good banter, medium burn

Blue Shade: series — masterlist | 01

The room buzzes with the clanking of machines, snippets of conversation, and the quiet energy of caffeine tapping into the bloodstream, feet tapping against floors, legs bouncing uncontrollably. It would be lying if you claimed that you didn’t appreciate the white noise of it all. You could be standing in line, absentmindedly admiring the mahogany walls with original artwork in monotone shades and not worrying about seeming aloof or cold.

This whole establishment was a piece of artwork, something to be admired by anyone who endeavored to traverse the outrageous traffic and lack of parking in New York. It gave you a sense of home and comfort among the noise, the energy vibrating through the air calming any rising anxieties.

You ordered your usual and stood, your computer bag slung over your shoulder and a light jacket hanging around your frame. It only took a few seconds to get your drink ready as they slid it across the metal counter, your name written in jagged script. “Started working as soon as I saw you walk in.” Mark, one of the baristas, smiles at you and you flash him a thankful grin back. “Where would I be without you?”

He only smirks, returning to the espresso machine and preparing the next drink. Your first sip is heavenly, flavors traveling across your tongue at a lightning fast pace and blending into a richness and warmth that can only be attributed to the feeling of this place. Safe and comforting, inviting and welcoming.

You pick your usual seat, right up against the wall, resting against the wood that acts as a divider between the line and the seating area. The tables are all carved from trees with a cherry veneer whipped across before a sealing, clear coat. You run your fingers against the surface, searching for any lingering crumbs, but also to take in the feel, the smooth gloss against your hands, the sturdiness against your fingertips.

Somehow you wish you could take the emotions that rise as you come into this place with you as you go home, but you can’t. The only thing you can do is savor it all as you do the same thing every time you come in.

You zip open your computer bag and pluck your laptop from its case, setting it on the table and waiting for it to boot to life. It whirls and displays a start up screen as you take another couple of sips of your drink, trying to make the cup last for the next hour or so you’ll spend here, glancing out the window at passing traffic.

It’s a pain to find parking—you had to park a good way down the block just to make it here—but it’s all worth it. Just for this. Just for the feeling of sitting here and admiring the light outside as it splashes against the buildings, swathing them in wonderfully rich whites and browns and blues. The sunlight reflects against cars and shining sequins, its rays spreading every which way with its brilliance.

It’s wonderful.

Then your computer finally finishes its load up sequence as you dig around for your earbuds, fishing them out to plug into your phone, opening up a calming playlist as you click the web browser on your computer.

Today’s topic will be about how light plays an integral role in the consumer’s experience between the home and their enjoyment they get from it. You’re not a realtor per-say, but you have a deep respect for architecture and how it connects with people.

Just like this coffee shop is comforting to you, you wonder what are the elements that make buildings enjoyable for other people. Is it the light? Is it the noise level? Is it the people and culture that a building attracts? The location?

So in order to explain these questions, you’ve kept lists of them, stored on the hard drive of your phone in a note keeping app. Then, you come here, the place outside of your home that you enjoy coming to and focus an hour of your time on researching these things, discovering answers to problems and questions that need solutions.

It’s relaxing, lets you get away from some of the problems that you might be having in daily life, like work or in your relationship. It gives you time to delve into something that doesn’t relate to you personally, gives you another subject to focus on while you strive to find those answers about personal issues that you can’t quite come up with yet.

Your music is calming, the various voices speaking around you fading away as you open ebook after ebook, article after article, searching for responses and research that points to a connection between light allowed in the house and customer satisfaction. Surveys come up, testimonials offered, research specialists all weigh in on the topic and you ravage through it all.

The explanation of the connection between sunlight and serotonin can’t be denied and even without the research, you’d be able to tell people that, yes, you’re much happier when out in daylight and fresh air. You feel better. The science is there to back it up, but what happens when architecture is applied?

What about the location of the home? The size of their windows? Where on earth they live?

What if they explored this furt-

“Hello.” The voice sounds foggy and far away and you draw an earbud out of your ear, gazing out of your article to find someone actually standing in front of you. “Sorry to distract you, but is this seat taken?” He gestures at the seat in front of you.

You spare a glance around the restaurant for half a second and observe the empty tables lingering all around you, wondering why he would want to sit right in front of you when there’s all that space lingering around.

You nod, slowly, with apprehension, and scoot back to allow for more shared leg room. “Thanks.” He sits down as you write a few more notes onto a notebook you slipped out of your bag a few minutes ago, trying to keep your place and appear busy to him.

If he were to try to strike up a conversation, at least you’d remember where you were and what you still needed to look up, but if he saw you writing furiously with that pen like your life depended on it, maybe he would leave you to your work.

Unfortunately, that didn’t happen.

“Do you always sit here?” He sips on his drink encased in a white mug, sunglasses still resting over his eyes. His voice is kind, but holds weight to it, like he’s trying to pull you out of what you’re working on. You’re not rude, so you appease him.

“Yeah, it’s kind of my spot.” You smile and close your laptop, taking away the temptation to keep searching and just ignore him. You sip your drink in your paper cup and lean back, placing your pen back on the notebook, about ready to put your stuff away.

“Interesting.” He sits forward, pushing the sunglasses out of his eyes, the deep chocolate of them apparent to you now, not that you were looking that hard in the first place. You tell yourself that you definitely weren’t looking that hard. Or that you noticed the slight abrasions on his leather jacket. “You’re not the first to claim this table.”

“Oh?” Your eyebrows shoot up and you take a sip to hide your shock. “This is your spot too?”

“Clever girl.” He leans back and observes you and you laugh at his nonchalant approach to the situation. “Though, I do accept company every now again. Good to allow the table some exposure.”

“How gracious of you.” You muttered over the lid of the coffee cup while the stranger just smiles at you, appreciating your joke and humor in the situation. “I bet Rachel loves being introduced to new people.”

“How do you know her name?” He fakes surprise, setting down his mug. You nearly burst out laughing at his expression, all twisted with his mouth and eyes wide open. “That was supposed to be our little secret.”

“Well I happen to know Rachel pretty well, thank you very much.”

“I can see.” He narrows his eyes and leans back, looking down at the table as he shakes his head. “No loyalty.” He sips his drink, foam sticking to his lip. “Where’s the trust?”

You giggle and hand him one of your napkins, pointing to your upper lip. He gives his thanks as he wipes away the evidence.

You check your watch and jump at the time it reads. You were supposed to leave five minutes ago, planning to meet up with Bucky just down the block. Hastily, you grab your notebook, pen, and earbuds and stuff them into the right pockets.

“Blowing this joint, huh?” He acts cool but you see the curiosity lingering behind his eyes and you stop for a second.

“Um...yeah. I’m late to meet someone.”

“Do you need help with anything?”

You slide your laptop back into the bag. “No, but thank you. I appreciate it.” You grab your jacket from the booth beside you and slide it over your shoulders, the material scratching against your skin. “Take care of Rachel for me.”

You slide your bag over your shoulders and begin to walk out when he stops you. “Hey, Coffee Girl.”

You turn and smile at him. “Yes, table parent?”

“When do you think we can discuss more options about custody over the table?” His smile is warm and there’s something else underneath. Something you don’t recognize, something that sounds like intrigue. You haven’t seen someone look at you with that in, well, a while. It nearly scares you right out of your skin.

“I’m..” Your voice begins to falter and you hang onto your coffee cup just a little tighter. Not out of a general fear of him, he seems really sweet and kind, but for yourself. No one, no one, ever looks at you like that. “I’ll probably be here, next week.” You manage to get out. “Same time.”

“Hmm.” He watches your demeanor change and his smile becomes less beaming, more soft and subtle. “May I ask for a number.” Your face erupts with astonishment, eyebrows shooting up. “Just to confirm, of course.” He adds, trying to placate your sharp change in expression.

“Um…” You look around to see people watching you and notice how awkward the situation is becoming. Closing your eyes for a brief second, you open them to see his smile now gone and replaced with confusion. “I’ll meet you here again and then I’ll swap digits.”

“Okay.” He nods, seeming still confused. “Have a good one.”

You want to punch yourself in the gut.

“Yeah. You too.” You turn away and nearly run out of the coffee place, the bell ringing like a gong of judgement as you swing the door open just a bit too hard.

There was going to be nothing wrong with giving that man your number, nothing at all. There was just...just this feeling of overwhelming disbelief and a deep piercing sorrow at the fact that he wanted your number at all.

You didn’t see the conversation swerving in that direction. You liked him, thought he was great to talk to and seem genuinely interested and intrigued by what you were saying, but the thought of him having a deeper interest terrified you.

Because he didn’t know what he was getting himself into.

He didn’t know what a bore you were, let alone how uninteresting you could be.

He wouldn’t be happy with someone like that. How could he be? He was the sun and you would only swallow him in shadow, drowning out his humor and smile and inescapable light.

He would die with you by his side.

He doesn’t want you, not really, because he doesn’t know you. Because he would be horrified by you.

….

“Hey, doll!” His eyes light up as he sees you, crinkling in the corners as he opens his arms wide to trap you within his embrace.

You loved when the bright blue of his eyes did that. Their shape turns into splits and his happiness seems to vibrate from his gaze into you, warming you up, making you feel alive. His arms are sturdy and warm, safe and bracing. You don’t feel like you could ever fall with him by your side.

But he smelt foreign to you, like jasmine and lavender. He always smelled like fresh pine and the forest. It was the thing you always loved about him.

He was corrupted, but he was still beautiful. Still the Bucky you knew.

“How are you?” He kept his hands resting on your arms, drinking you in, smiling down at your grinning figure.

“Good. Are you ready to go?” He nods, slipping his hand in yours. “Where’d you go today?” You stare at your linked hands and grin, not noticing the way his mouth turns into a fine line before a small, pretend smile takes its place.

“Oh, just to the gallery down the street.” Your eyes snap to his and for just a split second, hurt crosses your features before you smooth it over. It all comes back to the gallery. Every single thing.

But if you ignore it, maybe he’ll still be happy with you, happy with the way things are. If you try to fuss about it, he’ll run away or get angry, and you don’t want that. You don’t want to see him upset. He’s not very reasonable when upset.

He seems to see how your face changes and silence takes hold as you walk down the street filled with warmth and sunlight. Although you feel his heat bleed into your hand, you feel as if you’re next to an iceberg, a stranger, someone you want to put distance between, not someone you feel you love.

Bucky shifts, reaching for something to soothe your hurt. “Come on, doll. Don’t be like that.” He laughs, and you try hard to believe him, to fill the air with your warm giggles, but you can’t. You're physically unable to. “She’s just a friend.”

Liar.

She’s not just a friend, no matter how much he tries to convince you. You don’t have any evidence to support your theory, not any true evidence that he can’t refute, but you know a bold faced lie when you hear one.

That’s why you try to be good, be interesting, because maybe being interesting will bring him back to you, back to your side.

He’s here now, but he’s never really here. He’s not as devoted to you as you are to him, but that’s your fault. You’re just not good enough for him, but you could be better. You can be better. You just have to show him.

You just have to hold on. Just give him a chance. Show him how exciting you can be.

Taking in a healthy breath of air, you sigh. “Right.” You shake your head as if you’re trying to clear these treacherous thoughts from your mind. “You’re right, I’m sorry.” You smile at him, as much attempting to convince him as you are trying to make it all right in your head. This is the correct way to handle things. This is how you pull him back. Just forgive and move on.

He relaxes at your acceptance, deflating at your calmed hostility. “You know you’re the only one for me.”

“I know, Bucky.” You rub his arm and his happiness is not as apparent as his serenity over solving the previous conflict. He presses a sickeningly sweet kiss to your head, leaving an impression there that makes your skin crawl, but these feelings will dissipate as time goes on.

Time will heal everything.

“You still remember that party tonight?” He drawls, as if proud that he’s secured an invitation. The party is for his friend at the art gallery, a celebration of her achievements. It’s supposed to be a small gathering, but with how many people were there at her opening, you would be shocked if the numbers were really that low.

You nod, leaning away from how Bucky’s face hovers so close to you. “Yep. I remember. I’ll be there.”

“Good.” He pulls you closer and you would be lying if you didn’t feel your stomach warm, butterflies recklessly taking flight without fear of slamming into the lining around your gut.

Your chuckle isn’t quite a lie and Bucky catches on to your honesty, seeming to grow taller and believing himself completely absolved from all original misdeeds.

Then you hit him with your next topic. “A man tried to get my number today. At the coffee shop.”

He stops walking completely, his arm falling from around your shoulders. “He did what?” His voice is tightly coiled, ready to spring at any moment.

You keep walking, not waiting to see what his face would look like. You know his brows are well furrowed and eyes are dark, devoid of any lighthearted fun. They’re not the blue of a gentle stream but a churning and violent ocean.

“Oh, come on, Bucky. I said tried. I didn’t give it to him.” You roll your eyes in front of him, turning to hold an arm, beckoning him forward and into your arms. He doesn’t move. You stop and cross your arms over your chest.

“Don’t tell me that you did this to make me jealous.” His words carry bite, but they fall harmlessly from your frame made of metal and steel. Impenetrable. After what you’ve seen and know, nothing he could say or do to you could truly harm you.

“That’s rich, considering he asked me.”

He sees that his tone has no affect on you and stalks closer, ignoring your arm that now begins to fall back into its place by your side. “But you won’t go back there, right?” He grins, malice and hope curling together, like he wants to lure you into a complete false sense of security, urging you to agree. “You know how I don’t want anyone else stealing you away from me.”

He drips with imitation honey and you’re too smart to believe the gold of it is real. “Bucky, you know that’s my spot.”

“And I’m telling you, (name), that you can’t go back there.” His teeth make each syllable sharper and harsher, but it doesn’t scare you.

But maybe if you back off, get him to stop fighting, he’ll just let this one go. You only told him just to make him aware, not to cause a real argument. This isn’t worth turning into a complete debacle. You’re not going to allow his anger to grow any larger.

“You can’t stop me from going there, but I won’t go back at the same time or on the same days. I probably won’t even bump into him again. It was the first time I’ve ever seen him there anyway.” You turn, holding out a hand to him that he takes and squeezes so hard your hand aches when he relaxes his grip.

“But,” He drills holes in the side of your head. “If you see him again, tell me.”

“Sure thing, oh great shining knight.” You nod fervently, like you’re completely devout to him. And in a way you are. There’s something about him that keeps you just hanging on, refusing to let him go completely.

He laughs with acid behind it. “You know I’m just trying to keep you safe.” He looks wounded as you spare a glance at him. “He might try to take advantage of you.”

“Well good thing you’re here then.” Your face adapts to pure happiness, his concern for you starting to trump all of these horrible things you’re beginning to feel. It always makes you feel important and wanted when his protectiveness jumps out, his vulnerability unlocking something in you.

He grins just as strongly back at you, gently running circles over your hand. “What did he look like?”

“Bucky!”

“What?” He holds up his other hand, looking like he can’t understand what he’s done wrong. “I need to be ready in case you call.”

“Well I’m not the damn police. I wasn’t really looking that hard.”

“Oh cut that out. I know you got a good look at him.”

You sigh, thinking of a way to get out of having to actually answer his questions without him becoming angry again. You can’t, so you give him crumbs. “He had brown eyes, darker skin. Sunglasses.”

“Doll, I know you can do better than that.” He smirks but it’s strained.

He doesn’t believe you.

“Not really.” And that’s kind of the truth. You weren’t really paying attention to his attire, besides the rip in his jacket. “I wasn’t really paying that much attention to him. Research remember?”

“Hm.” He consents. “I’ll give you that.”

You breath out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“But just remember to call me, alright?”

“Sure.”

“Doll.” He stops, turning to gaze deep into your eyes.

“Okay.” You hold up your hands and cross your fingers. “Scout’s honor.”

He searches your gaze for just the inkling of a false statement and doesn’t find it. “Alright. I trust you, doll. Don’t make me regret it.”

You nod, your stomach feeling just a little sicker as your hands rejoin and the sun begins to set, the buildings turning a deep shade of crimson.

…

The party is more like a college frat palooza than a respectable meeting for supporters of a budding artist. Red solo cups line the room and the kitchen is stocked with all sorts of wine, tequila, whiskey, and bourbon.

Drinks for respectable people, of course.

Bucky already has a buzz going from taking two shots of whiskey before you even came to pick him up. You insisted on driving so he could enjoy the full effects of the alcohol before you even made it to the party. Somehow that BS worked and he was getting a little loopy and handsy before you made the door.

His hand now rested at a respectable place on your hip, but you had to keep his hand from drooping lower and lower. Now, his arms spread wide as he saw his red-haired friend, wrapping her into a hug and placing a bottle of rose into her hands. He spun out his congratulations in a slur of wonderfully crafted and charming phrases to which she blushed deeply at, at least until she saw you.

“Willow, this is (name).” He gestured back towards you and you stepped forward, shaking her hand with a polite smile on your face. Even her name was beautiful. Figures he would choose her.

Her smile was nice enough, but her eyes still dragged back to him, lingering on his beautiful face and warm eyes. Of course, any one would be drawn to him, you would be a fool if you ignored that, but there was just something a little too warm and knowing behind her stare. Like she was blushing at meeting her long-lost childhood love again.

It made you slightly sick but you ignored it and tried to send her your best in the only way you knew how. Words that weren’t quite a lie but still sounded nice. For the most part. “Congrats on your art display. Your work is very colorful and has a really cool avant-garde aspect to it. You really could be on to something, Willow.” You winked at the end and she laughed, seeming to take your compliment well.

“Thank you. I know it’s not super conventional, but I hope it opens a new interpretation into art.”

“I’m sure it will.” Yeah, if you’re a lunatic or a complete believer in work that makes absolutely no sense.

She grins and the room erupts in starlight. Her smile is like starting at jewels under direct light, beautiful and dazzling. No wonder everyone seems to gravitate to her. You start to fold inward while Bucky dismisses you, telling you to “make yourself comfortable” and “introduce yourself to people.”

You nod and immediately make a B-line to the corner, standing away from all of the people in overly priced clothing and drinking strongly proofed wine. It’s not that you didn’t enjoy a good bottle of wine or even something stronger from time to time, but if you had ever learned anything from being in college, it’s that if you’re unsure of drinking something while you’re there, don’t drink it.

You briefly wonder if there’s a regular can of pop to be seen in this place.

Then you look at your surroundings, admiring the wood of the walls, the accent tapestries adorning them and then start to think that this girl might have good taste. The current tapestry you observe has burgundy and gold blended together in a beautiful amalgamation and you play with the strands between your fingers. It’s soft and strong, wonderfully crafted.

The wood behind it is hard and sturdy, easy to run your fingers along and feel the stronger edges behind every cut. It’s beautiful. A good selection.

But there’s almost no windows. No light. No opportunity for incorporating the day with the dark atmosphere her home carries.

“(Name)! Come over here.” You sigh, peeved by your disturbance from being silent in your corner. You follow his voice till you’re beside him, letting him put an arm around your shoulders. “I want you to meet, Chris Tallow. He designed this place.”

Chris was probably one of the most famous architects in the whole state. Standing in front of him made your knees wobble. “Hello, nice to meet you.” You timidly were able to get out and he smiled warmly at you, reaching out to shake your hand.

“James tells me that you’re quite the architectural connoisseur.” He grins and you nod, enthusiastically.

“I love your work! It’s ingenious and visionary. It’s amazing how you’re able to work with multiple mediums and incorporate them seamlessly.” The words pour out of your mouth before you’re able to stop them, now embarrassed at your unrestrained confession.

“Girl knows her stuff.” He seems impressed and appraises you accordingly.

“She’s quite the fan-girl.” Bucky laughs, pulling you a little closer. “She’s obsessed with buildings, sometimes in neglect of other things.”

You almost glare at him, but then you remember where you are and who you’re in front of, so you let out a reserved snicker and unwrap yourself from around him, Bucky a little uneasy on his feet. “Nice to meet you. Bucky you want anything to drink?” You look at him expectantly, but he just leans in and presses a kiss on your cheek, waving his cup.

You dismiss yourself again, frustrated with how he brushed your passion off like that.

You travel back to the kitchen, right about to pop the lid open again when you see the man from the cafe, staring you down. You duck under the table and try to catch your breath after the lightning bolt that went firing through your veins. What in the world is he doing at the flighty girl’s party? How does he even know her?

“Nothing you’re gonna want is in there.” He states plainly, but not in a rude way, just in a I-don’t-think-you’re-the-beer-type kind of way.

He would be right. “Oh,” You stand up, wiping the condensation on the fabric of your jeans, “Right.”

He watches you with such an unabashed directness that you can hardly breathe. He’s dressed in a tan leather jacket that sets off his deep red sweater and dark jeans nicely, pulling against his strong physique. He’s still as bright as you remember him to be and you’re lost as to what to say to him to continue the conversation.

The mystery man seems just as distracted until he sets down his coke to reach into the fridge to pull out another one for you, handing it to you politely, fingers sparking as you hands graze. “Here.”

“Thanks.” You mutter as you crack the can open and take a long sip, needing a distraction from the man in front of you and your growing unsteadiness around him. At least you have something in your hands that you can cling onto. “I didn’t think that opening a cold one with the boys would be the smartest thing I could do.”

He chuckles, warmth pouring out of him. “Me neither.” He leans against the counter as you drink, surveying the party and drawing his eyes away from you for a moment. It’s a relief as you still don’t think you’re going to be able to think straight. “Not one for parties?”

“What gave it away?” You speak, your voice warbling after your drink and you try to steady it, cringing heavily at its harsh quality.

If he notices, he doesn’t say anything. “In the corner. Where I usually take up my post.”

“Oh, don’t tell me the sunglasses aren’t a hit?” You lean next to him and his eyes graze yours with a twinkle. You smile back as his teeth shine against the hazy lighting the string of lights behind you provide.

“Well,” He leans a little closer, bumping his shoulder with yours. “I’ll give you a hint. It might not be the sun glasses.”

You gasp.

“I know. I know.” He chuckles taking another sip, still grinning at your reaction. You feel a warmth start to spread and fight down the urge to lean closer, to prompt him with far more personal questions. “It’s hard to believe that all this could be such a mood-killer.”

“You know, full disclosure, I do find that a bit startling.” You watch as he looks to you with perplexity and something deeper. You ignore the warmth again as you explain yourself. “I mean, come on, you’re hilarious.”

“Okay, Coffee Girl, what’s your excuse?” It’s your turn to be bamboozled. “You’re funny and intelligent and witty. Why aren’t you out there killing the game? These people would be on the floor if they heard you.”

You look down at your drink, taking effort to pull your eyes away from his deep orbs, keeping you from falling in. You take a deep gulp before you think about answering. He sobers up at your actions and watches gently, waiting for response.

He’s not so demanding as Bucky, watching you with soft interest not with blatant scrutiny. You actually feel like you can talk with him and not be judged by your responses. You decide to take the leap. “I have a deflector for that.” You tip your coke towards your “plus one” that’s so absorbed in what strawberry is saying that he doesn’t even notice you talking with the man whose name you still don’t know.

“Ah.” He sighs, swirling his drink around, his energy collapsing. “Your boyfriend.”

You turn to him and watch him pointedly avoiding your eye, searching around the room without settling on an object.

His words sting for whatever reason and you feel that you need to correct him, stop him from getting the wrong impression. That you need to make him understand. “Not exactly.”

“What do you mean, not exactly?” He scoffs, taking another swig.

“I mean that we’re not together, together. Yes, I came with him. Yes, I’ll probably leave at some point with him to stop him from passing out on the street dead drunk, but we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend or anything like that.” You don’t look at his face as he turns to you, knowing he’s trying to find any evidence of deceit.

“Was that who you were meeting after leaving the shop?” He’s open, asking for honesty.

“Yes.” You look at him then, taken aback at the unabashed staring he’s doing, not even looking away as he observes you with such a gentle intensity, like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s seen. He’s wrong, but the way he’s looking would convince you otherwise.

“Okay.” He drinks again, placing the empty cup down on the table. “So, this boyfriend of yours doesn’t let you speak to any guy in any sort of flirting fashion?”

“More or less.” You wash more cold liquid down your throat as he looks away and scoffs. “What?” You prompt, genuinely interested.

“He’s one of those types.”

You purse your lips but say nothing.

“As he should be. You’re so unaware of yourself.”

You almost choke, but he doesn’t give you a chance to respond as he grabs another coke from the fridge and pops it open. You look around the party and find Bucky and Willow conveniently absent. What a host. Doesn’t even make sure she sticks around to receive guests.

A pang settles against your chest as he comes to lean beside you on the counter, a little closer than normal. He must read your expression as he looks around for them as well and his face settles into disdain when he can’t spot them either, looking back at you. “You know, you never told me your name.”

You chuckle and take another drink, finishing it and placing it next to his original empty one. “You first.”

“Okay,” He turns and offers you his hand. “Sam. Friends call me Falcon.”

“Quite the nickname you have there, Sam.” You take his hand and shake it, feeling the buzz shoot through your arm at the contact and try to ignore how your skin heats up.

He doesn’t respond for a minute, just looking at you. “Your turn,” He manages after a while, a miniature smirk taking his face, much different from his usual open grins.

“(Name),” You breathe back, trying to act confident. “But people call me Coffee Girl, sometimes.”

“Oh?” He grins fully this time, unconsciously holding your hand still. “Your good friends?”

“Maybe.” You coyly offer and his eyes light up with challenge.

He laughs to himself as he finally lets your hand go, searching through the crowd again. “I saw you admiring that woven work on the wall over there.” He nods his head in the direction of the tapestry.

“Yeah.” You sigh. “It’s got great hand work. One of the finest I’ve seen.”

“Are you a collector?”

“Not really. Just a fan, I guess.” Your tone drops at the end. Sam looks at your dismal expression, eyes wondering. He searches a second more and then drops the topic. You stand close to each other, the heat wafting from your thin shirt meeting the warmth coming from the collar of his jacket and you take it all in.

The noise of the party seeming far away from the space that you and Sam have created. It’s peaceful and comforting. It feels like the coffee shop.

Guilt rises at the way you left, at the plans to avoid him completely. Because of Bucky. Because of a man that is overly jealous over the slightest things.

You clear your throat. “Um, Sam. I want to apologize to you.”

“Why, (name)?” Warmth crackles down your midsection at the use of your name and wonder if your usage affected him similarly.

“When I left at the cafe, I wasn’t the kindest and know I made you feel terrible for approaching me.” You watch as he grins and lose your nerve and silence yourself.

“If I felt terrible, do you think I would have come over? Even when you hid from me?” You cringe and he laughs harder.

“I’m sorry.” You peak out of the corner of your eye and watch him laugh even harder. Your laughs mix for a couple of a seconds, a beautiful symphony, comfortable and happy. “I just…” You hold onto the counter, propping yourself up a little. “I’m just not used to that kind of attention.”

“Your boyfriend doesn’t look at you with pure adoration in his eyes?” He takes a sip and then frowns when you stay silent. “(Name)?” You can’t look at him as you play with your fingers. “Oh.”

“Yeah...” You weave your left fingers around your right pinky, trying to calm your heart down after your confession and the feeling of intense shame about ready to spill over.

“I’m sorry, if I made you feel uncomfortable.” He carries his words with a look of sincerity and you feel awful for making him feel as though he needs to apologize.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just out of practice, that’s all.” You look down. “I’m not good with that sort of thing, you know?” You glance over to see his eyes are already on you, electricity threatening to shoot between you.

“Yeah. Yeah, I know what you mean.” But he doesn’t look away, just moves a little closer. “If you’re comfortable with it, would you reconsider that number thing? I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything, I’m just showing my interest.”

You can tell.

And something in you tells you that he’s definitely trustworthy, someone worth giving your number to. He just has this draw and for a moment, you forget about Bucky completely as you watch Sam. You nod, slipping out your phone and placing it in his palm, turning the back of his hand over.

His skin burns.

He smiles softly and enters his number in your contacts. He then slips his phone out of his pocket, furiously typing on it. Your phone lights up in your hand a second later, a text flashing across the screen: This is Falcon, paging Coffee Girl.

You laugh at the nickname. His name reads Falcon in your contacts, his real name hidden to your message app as it rests in the nickname section, which is turned off on your display.

You text him back.

Coffee Girl on stand-by.

He laughs at your response and you loosely smile as you're distracted by his light, by the beauty in his smile. He doesn’t notice and you duck your head to keep it that way.

Your stomach drops as you look up to see Bucky paving a stumbling path through the party to you, eyes ablaze and slightly unfocused. Sam stands to his full height, putting some distance between the two of you. “(Name). Where have you been, doll.” Alcohol slides over your cheek as he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, glaring past you and into Sam.

“Here.” You draw his attention back to you as you take in his swollen lips and disheveled hair. Your shadows start to creep back into your skin, originally chased away by Sam, his light burning them away. Bucky’s eyes, despite how intense they look, are unfocused. He’s not in his right mind.

He pulls you closer as he looks down at you. “Who’s this?” He smiles at you but frowns as he spares a glance back at Sam.

“A friend.”

He looks Sam up and down a couple of times before he looks back to you, a goofy smile coating his face. “Okay.”

You turn around and at Sam’s face distorted in anger, all traces of his original kindness obliterated. It startles you, but when he glances over at you, his face softens. “I’m going to take him home.”

“Nice seeing you.” He bids you goodbye with such subtle hints at his awareness of the situation. You get the feeling that he’s not mad at you or the situation, just at Bucky. You silently thank him for his understanding.

He imperceptibly nods his head at you and you turn back to Bucky, slipping his arm over your shoulder.

You feel a buzzing in your pocket but ignore it as you drag a half-functional Bucky out of the house and into your car.

…

After hours of dragging him around his apartment and laying him down for bed, you leave him with one glass of water and a few pills for the massive headache he’s going to have tomorrow.

He mumbles for you to stay, but you push his arms off of you as if they’re disgusting chains, attempting to keep you sedated in one place.

When you break free from his place and safely make it back to yours, you collapse on your bed, crawling under the covers, not caring that makeup still lingers on your face. The fact of your phone buzzing dawns on you and you pull your phone out of your pocket, clicking the screen to life to see Falcon appearing on your screen.

See you around, Coffee Girl.

Your heart warms and you send a quick text back before turning out the light, plugging your phone in, and placing it on silent as you drift off.

Goodnight, Falcon.

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