#maggie is like okay she’s hot and smart I’m down

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wait leverage white collar au where sam never died and nate and maggie are still married and sophie is the conwoman that seduces them both (through crime)

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Still all gross and covid-ridden (at least I finally got my sense of smell and taste back after three days, yay!) so I’ve done absolutely zilch on the writing front. But @pearlypairings and I were just reminiscing over how adorably goofy Drunk!Gareth was in the last chapter of Lost and Found, so I’m sharing him with you…

Then he sat down abruptly, rubbing his forehead with a sigh. “Ooh man, it’s kinda hot in here, isn’t it? I’m, like, dizzy.”

Dizzy? Oh, shit. Kali and Steve exchanged a worried glance. For the first time it occurred to Steve that maybe it hadn’t been terribly smart of him to keep buying drinks for Gareth. The younger boy’s face was bright red and damp with sweat, his eyes glassy. Shit.

“Maybe it’s the tequila making you dizzy,” Kali said. “But I didn’t think you had that many, did you? Are you drunk?”

“No, he can’t be. Are you? Shit, how can you be drunk?” Steve blurted anxiously. “I thought college kids could hold their liquor. Don’t you all go out partying every weekend?”

“No. I don’t party.” Gareth giggled. “I come home every weekend to see my girlfriend, because I am a huge nerd.” He reached for El’s hand, missed, and giggled again, once more getting the hiccups.

Jesus Christ. How had Steve not noticed the kid was getting plastered? He’d only had— Steve muttered to himself, counting hastily. Oh, shit. ‘Only’ three (or maybe four?) fairly strong margaritas and a shot of straight tequila, that was a lot. Way too much for someone who wasn’t used to drinking. “Right,” he murmured, distracted. “Kinda forgot about the nerd part.”

“Aww, Stevie,” Gareth singsonged, still hiccuping, “that’s— the nicest thing you ever— ever said to me. Hey, y’know— it’s really loud in here. My head— head feels kinda weird.”

“Steve,” El said worriedly, “what is wrong with him?”

“Nothing’s wrong. He just had a little too much to drink.” Steve ran a hand through his hair. Why hadn’t he kept a better eye on things? What the hell was he thinking? Had he gotten a little too caught up in trying to get Gareth to be his friend and think he was cool? Eddie was going to kill him. Unless Maggie Emerson got to him first.

“He’ll be okay,” Kali assured El. It almost sounded like she was reassuring Steve, too. “It’s nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, baby,” Gareth said hazily. “Soon as— as the room stops spinning I’ll be— fine.” He rubbed his eyes, then gave her a dopey smile. “Oooh. You’re so pretty. I thought— for a second there was two— two of you. Two pretty girlfriends.”

“Steve, I do not like this.” El looked like she was about to cry. “Can you fix him, please?”

“Um.” Steve thought fast. “Aren’t you supposed to scare someone to cure their hiccups?”

“No!” Gareth shouted, startling all three of them. Pointing at Kali, eyes wide, he told Steve in a loud stage whisper, “Do not let her— scare me again.”

“Again?” Steve repeated, confused.

“I meant fix all of him. Make him stop being drunk.” El was definitely on the verge of tears.

Steve didn’t mean to ignore her, but his attention was fixed on Kali. She looked… upset. Ashamed. Clearly there was a lot more to that statement than he realized, and he didn’t want to pry, but he definitely did want to make sure she was okay.

“What does he mean, ‘again’?” he said quietly.

“I’ll tell you,” she answered just as softly. “But not now, let’s deal with Gareth first. We have to sober him up a bit, we can’t put him on a bus to Indianapolis when he’s like this.”

“Good point.” Steve tried frantically to think. “Right. Okay, there’s a diner up the street. Let’s walk over, the fresh air’ll be good for him, and we can get him a pot of coffee and then he should be okay.”

Gareth stumbled in the bar’s doorway and nearly fell flat on his face, so Steve decided it was probably best not to let him walk unassisted. He and El propped Gareth between them, the younger boy’s arms braced securely over their shoulders, and Steve sort of held him up by his armpits while El put her arm around his waist. It was a cold night and the street was fairly deserted, so the four of them freely took up the entire sidewalk as they ambled along toward the diner.

“Bear,” El said cautiously, “how does your head feel? You are not going to get sick, are you?”

“Nah, ‘m okay. Jus’ dizzy.” He lurched sideways a little, and El hastily wrapped her other arm around him to make sure he didn’t fall. Gareth sighed happily when she did, actually making a contented sounding “ahhh” noise. “You’re ‘mazing, Janie,” he mumbled. “I ever tell you— tell you you’re the prettiest girl in the world?”

She smiled, despite the anxious expression still in her eyes. “Yes, you did.”

“First time I ever saw you I thought— so. I was like, damn. That’s— that’s my dream girl, right there. So pretty.” His head lolled over in Steve’s direction. “Stevie,” Gareth whispered loudly.

“Yeah?”

“Janie’s real— real pretty, isn’t she?”

Steve chuckled. At least Gareth seemed to be a sweet drunk, not one of the mean ones who wanted to fight everybody. “Yeah, dude, she’s a cutie.” And her sister is even prettier, he added to himself.

“But she’s not just— pretty, like, on her f-face.” Poor kid could not shake those hiccups. “She’s pretty, like, in— her mind? And her heart. Pretty everywhere.” Gareth giggled. “Do you think she would ever like me?”

That made Steve laugh out loud. He couldn’t help it. “You know, I’d be willing to bet she likes you a lot.”

“Oh goody. Tha’s— tha’s good. I love her. Wanna— marry her someday. Except her sister kinda hates— hates me.”

Kali, on Steve’s other side, didn’t quite manage to stifle a giggle. Steve grinned at her before turning back to Gareth. “Don’t worry about it, buddy. I think she’ll come around.”

Gareth scrunched up his face. “I dunno if you can call me buddy,” he murmured thoughtfully. “Only Eddie— only Eddie calls me buddy. But you can call me—” Steve never got to hear what to call him, because Gareth tripped over his own feet and burst out laughing.

“Oh, Bear,” El sighed. “You are a mess.”

He beamed at her. “I know. Mess. So weird. You still— still like me?”

“Yes. I love you.” She gave him a little squeeze. “But I definitely love you better when you are not drunk.”

“I don’t know,” Kali murmured. “He’s pretty funny like this. I kind of wish Will could see it too.”

El chose not to dignify that with a reply. Gareth started humming the song about strolling through the park one day in the very merry month of May. Steve stifled a laugh and raised his voice a little to reassure El that after a few cups of coffee and maybe some more food, Gareth would be feeling much better and start acting normal again.

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Love Has a Learning Curve: Part III (x OC)

Summary: Spencer has to face Anita and Sam— and learns a little about Maggie’s past. Maggie and Spencer babysit for Michael and Henry. 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x OC

Category: fluff, a tiny smidge of hurt/comfort

Warnings/Includes: implied smut, drinking/alcohol, vague mentions of previous emotional/mental abuse (Owen)

Word count: 4.2k

a/n: This picks up right after the end of the tmsidk epilogue! I also worked two requests in here.

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Spencer stacked the last of the tiny chairs in the center of the room, stepping back and dusting his palms on his trousers. He looked over to see Maggie playing a sort of container tetris with the bins of supplies in her closet. He smiled a little to himself, his head still in the metaphorical clouds with her confession of love. 

She maneuvered the bins to her satisfaction and shut the closet doors, pushing against them to squeeze everything in until the latch clicked. She turned to see him watching her and wiped imaginary sweat from her brow. She gave him a wink and a grin, and he was falling all over again. 

She perched on the corner of her desk with a tired sigh, and he made his way across the room to her. She reached for him as soon as he was within arms length, wrapping her arms around his middle. She snuggled into his chest, and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Let’s go to dinner to celebrate.”

She laughed and looked up at him. “Celebrate what?”

He shrugged. “You. Summer.” He brought his arms around her shoulders. “Love.”

She smiled and scrunched her nose at him. “You just want me to say it again.”

His lips twitched. “Maybe.”

Her hands came to rest on his hips, her fingers squeezing lightly. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he answered immediately and rather dreamily.

“Yo, Brooksy!” 

The call of her name from the hallway startled them both. Anita began to step over the threshold, continuing, “You ready to get absolutely crunk tonight or— oh.” She stopped dead in her tracks, eyes tracking Spencer’s frame. “Dr. Reid.”

Spencer stepped back from Maggie, smiling a little awkwardly at the formality and giving a wave. “Mrs. Lopez. It’s, um— it’s nice to see you again.”

Anita hummed noncommittally, and Spencer shoved his hands in his pockets. She turned her attention back to Maggie. “So, are we going out or what?”

Maggie groaned. “Anita, I’m exhausted. Can we keep it low key? Oh!” Her eyes lit up with an idea, and Spencer could already see where this was going. “Spence and I were gonna get dinner to celebrate, um— summer. Call Sam; we’ll all just go together.”

Anita spared a glance in Spencer’s direction before sighing heavily. “Fine. But I’m drinking.” With that, she turned on her heel and disappeared back into the hallway.

Maggie chuckled. “I swear she’s not actually an alcoholic.” Her eyes landed on Spencer’s face, and she smiled gently. “I know you weren’t expecting a Meet the Friends night, but it’ll be fun.”

“She hates me,” Spencer surmised.

“She does not hate you.” Maggie stood from the desk, pressed a reassuring peck to his lips. “She’s just… protective. That’s all.”

…

Maggie was entirely wrong. Anita Lopez hated him. That was the only explanation for her absolutely icy demeanor. 

They’d met up with her and Sam at a Mexican restaurant in Tenleytown. Sam was wonderfully kind and funny, even apologizing for having “flipped him the bird” the last time she saw him. And it was a good thing Sam was being friendly, because Anita was decidedly… less so. 

Spencer understood completely of course. He’d broken Maggie’s heart. Penelope had been ready to hunt her down at the mere thought of him being hurt. As Maggie’s best friend, Anita had every right to be wary of him. She had every right to hate him. He’d just... hoped that she wouldn’t. 

Thankfully, Maggie and Sam were more than happy to carry the conversation— he and Anita chiming in here and there. He learned that Sam worked as an attorney at a firm specializing in family law. She and Anita had two kids, Riley and Sidney— one in 2nd grade and the other in preschool. 

“Maggie is still Riley’s favorite teacher ever,” Sam told him. “I mean, it helps when she’s also your aunt, I guess.”

“He didn’t get any special treatment,” Maggie insisted. At Sam’s raised eyebrow, she laughed. “Okay, maybe a little special treatment. But you raised a good kid! And I can’t help it that he was the most trustworthy of the bunch.”

“Oh my god, the field trip,” Sam groaned, rubbing a hand over her face. 

“The field trip!” Maggie turned to Spencer. “My group of kiddos from two years ago— they were kind of a tough group.”

“Kind of?” Anita squeaked. “Let me just tell you, I can hear them through the floor. The entire middle school is literally dreading the day they make it upstairs.”

Sam piped in, “I chaperoned on said field trip to the zoo. And I vowed that I will never, ever go on another field trip. Ever.”

“What happened?” Spencer asked incredulously. 

“So many things,” Sam baited. 

Maggie covered her mouth to stifle a cackle, leaning a bit into Spencer’s shoulder. He couldn’t help but smile, looking around at the three women. Even Anita was chuckling, and she’d barely cracked a smile all evening. 

“Okay, so many things happened,” Maggie started, “but the worst was—”

“The poop!” Sam wheezed. “The poop was the worst part of that day. The smell alone, oh my god.”

Maggie composed herself as best she could, gesturing over the table. “So after this nightmare of a day, we get on the bus, and there’s this— smell.”

“The absolute worst smell you’ve ever smelled, Spencer,” Sam assured. 

“It’s awful. It’s so bad,” Maggie agreed. “And I’m literally going seat to seat, checking to make sure no one has shit themselves.”

“You could not pay me enough,” Anita chimed in. 

“And I get to the seat that is very clearly where the smell is coming from. And I can’t, like— hold my nose, right? I don’t want to embarrass him!” Maggie turned to Spencer with flushed cheeks. “So I ask, ‘Sweetheart, did you have a bathroom accident?’”

Spencer let out a nervous laugh. “Oh no.” 

“But oh, it wasn’t a bathroom accident,” Maggie clarified, waving her hand. “No, no— that would be too easy. This child had somehow managed to obtain copious amounts of poop from one of the zoo animals and packed it into his lunchbox to take home.”

Spencer could feel his jaw drop. “Oh my god.”

“So, he unzips his lunchbox and it’s just— overflowing with shit.” Maggie dropped her head into her hands, overcome with giggles. 

“And don’t forget the worst part: his mom was on the field trip!” Sam lamented, throwing her hands up. “I will never understand.”

Maggie lifted her head with an exasperated grin, and he wasn’t sure if it was the story or the fact that she loved him, but Spencer felt like he could float away into outer space. 

“I told you I had a lot of poop stories,” Maggie lamented to him, drawing another round of laughs. As they composed themselves, the waiter came by their table to clear some of their plates and refill their water.

“God, I said we were keeping it low key, and then I drank half a pitcher,” Maggie complained, pushing back from the table. “I’m just gonna go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” 

She gave Spencer a reassuring smile, and he tried not to panic as she stood and left him with Sam and Anita. And because the universe was toying with him, at that exact moment, Sam’s phone began to ring. She pulled it from her pocket with a sigh. 

“Shit— I’ve been waiting on this call all day.” She kissed Anita’s cheek and stood from the table. “So sorry; I’ll just be five minutes, I promise.”

With that, it was just the two of them, staring intently at their water glasses. Spencer was certain he should say something, but he wasn’t sure what. Anita broke the silence first. 

“You know what’s annoying?”

Spencer wasn’t sure he wanted to know. “Considering that the issues one might classify as an annoyance vary for each individual person, there are over seven billion potential answers to that question.”

Anita tilted her head with an unimpressed purse of her lips. Spencer hedged, “And I understand now that it was probably rhetorical.”

“I actually kind of like you.” She leaned across the table with an irritated sigh. “I wanted to hate you, but I don’t.”

He cleared his throat. “Well, I’m, um— I’m glad to hear that.”

“You’re good for her. Smart, humble, kind. Enamored with her, as you should be,” she deadpanned. She dropped her chin into her hand. “Almost as hot as she is.”

He laughed a little at that. “Thank you?”

“You’re welcome.” She dropped her hand back to the table. She still didn’t crack a smile, and her gaze bore into him. “I don’t know how much you know about Owen, and she’d probably kill me for saying anything. But he was a real piece of shit.”

This was not the direction he thought this conversation would take. He didn’t know anything about Owen; he’d tried not to think too much about anyone Maggie might have been with before him. 

“It didn’t start out that way.” She drew her brows together. “Well, I don’t know— maybe he was always an asshole, and he was just good at hiding it.”

She shook her head and leaned back in her chair. “The point is, I didn’t know he was treating her like garbage until it was too late. He was already all…” She gestured wildly around her head. “In her head, telling her lies about herself, fucking her up, isolating her. For years he did that. And then it took her years to get him out of her head. To— unlearn all the lies. To build herself back up.” 

He could see her grinding her teeth, trying to calm down. He was intensely grateful to not be on the receiving end of Anita’s wrath. He was also immensely glad that Maggie had a friend like that. And his blood absolutely boiled at the thought of her ever feeling anything less than adored. 

“You’re a fed or whatever, so I shouldn’t be telling you this,” she continued, “but I would love nothing more than to put that fucker six feet under.” She ran her hand through her hair, and when she continued her voice was the quietest he’d ever heard it. “All that to say, I… I wasn’t there for her when Owen was destroying her from the inside out. And I will never let that happen again.” 

Anita locked eyes with him and her voice was resolved. “I like you, Spencer. And I want to keep it that way. So, just— don’t give me a reason not to.”

She didn’t drop her gaze, and he couldn’t quite think of the appropriate response. He opened his mouth, and then closed it again. His brain was still fixated on the idea that anyone had ever hurt the loveliest and kindest woman he’d ever met.

 “Where’s Sam?” Spencer turned just as Maggie slid back into the chair beside him, a comforting hand coming to rest on his knee. 

“Some bullshit from the office that her idiot partner can’t handle.” Anita raised her eyebrows at Spencer, and he nodded minutely. She shifted her gaze back to Maggie with a grin. “Don’t worry. I didn’t scare him too much.”

…

“Easy.” Spencer steadied Maggie with a hand on her waist as they made the way up the stairs to his apartment. 

“Jesus, I’m so sorry. I just— really can’t drink like I used to.” She clutched a little at the railing, and he held his breath until they were at the top of the stairs. 

He slipped an arm back around her waist as they crossed to his apartment door, fumbling with his keys and fighting back a shiver as she snuggled close and ran her hand low over his tummy. 

“Can’t believe I’m tipsy from a couple margaritas.”

“To be fair, you had four,” he chuckled, turning the key and pushing open the door. 

“Okay, okay,” she relented. “But I used to be able to have a whole pitcher and be totally fine.”

“A pitcher?” Spencer laughed as he locked the door and turned to face her. “I can’t even have one without being completely incapacitated.”

She ran her hands up from his waistband, over his chest, and wrapped them around his neck. “Mmm, so you’re a lightweight.”

“Very much so,” he confirmed, bringing his hands to her hips. 

“Just one more sweet thing to love about you, sugar.” 

He couldn’t stop the smile from stretching across his face at the endearment, the way that North Carolina dripped syrupy and thick over every syllable. She pulled him down to meet her in a sweet kiss, quickly deepening it as he dug his fingers into the softness of her hips. Her hands wound into his hair, tugging lightly and holding him close. 

He broke away to rest his forehead against hers and catch his breath. She laced their fingers together and leaned on him while she kicked off her shoes. He toed his own off and then allowed her to lead him toward his bedroom. 

She sat him down on the edge of the bed and straddled his lap, bringing her hands up to tangle in his curls once again. 

Before she could lean in for another kiss, he murmured, “I’ve been thinking.”

“Sounds dangerous,” she teased, ghosting her lips over his.

“Ha, ha.” Part of him wanted to bring up Owen, but she was so happy and warm and comfortable in this moment. He didn’t want to ruin this night of celebration. He didn’t want to ruin this day that had been so full of love. They had plenty of time to discuss Owen. 

He wrapped his arms around her middle. “You’ve met Penelope. I’ve met Anita. Now that the school year is over… we could tell Michael.”

She pulled back, and the smile she gave him could only be described as radiant, and he knew he made the right decision. “He’s gonna lose his mind.”

…

A week later, the pair of them were strolling up the sidewalk to the LaMontagne house. Will and JJ were long overdue for a date night, and Spencer had jumped at the opportunity for the two of them to babysit. When they reached the door, Spencer rang the bell and Maggie waited slightly behind him. 

They could hear the joy from behind the door before it even opened, Michael’s high pitched giggle and Will’s booming laugh. Spencer was already leaning down in preparation, and Michael absolutely launched into his arms as soon as the door swung open. Spencer clocked the moment that Michael spotted her, purely because he practically squealed and squirmed right out of Spencer’s grip. 

“I knew it!” Michael cried. 

He wrapped himself around Maggie’s legs and squeezed tightly, and she rubbed a hand over his hair with a bewildered smile. Michael broke away to turn back to Will with a grin. “I told you.”

“You did, buddy.” Will gave Spencer a lopsided smile as Michael tugged Maggie forward by the hand. “Michael had an… inklin’ that uncle Spencer might be friends with Ms. Brooks.”

“Not friends, Daddy,” Michael said exasperatedly. “He’s her boyfriend.”

“Oh, excuse me, sorry.” Will held his hands up in apology as he stepped aside to let them all in the door. “Michael had a feelin’ that uncle Spencer might be Ms. Brooks’ boyfriend.”

Maggie’s cheeks had turned a very pretty shade of pink. “What— um, what made you think that?” 

Michael waited patiently for her to take off her shoes. “Well firstly, he started picking me up all the time, which was nice but weird. And then he wouldn’t stop asking about you. It was kind of annoying.” Spencer made a choking sound, and Will stifled a laugh. 

“You guys wear the same shoes, and you both love Halloween and tea and reading. I knew you’d like him if he could be a guest reader.” As he led her into the living room, Michael continued, “Oh, and you wore his purple scarf. He doesn’t let anyone wear the purple scarf.”

Spencer vividly remembered that morning— she’d slept over after a midweek date night in April. The temperatures in DC had plummeted overnight, and the outfit she’d brought left her woefully under-dressed for the chilly spring day. He’d wrapped her up in the soft, purple scarf without a second thought. 

She caught his eye with a shrug, and Will tried not to look too smug. Spencer watched her be dragged further into the house, turning to Will with a sheepish smile.

“Well, guess I can’t take all the credit,” Will decided. “Who knew we had a mini matchmaker this whole time?”

Spencer huffed out a laugh as Michael pulled Maggie into the playroom. “This is the best,” Michael sighed. “Now we can play restaurant forever.”

…

Spencer pulled his legs up in the tiny chair, resting his elbows on his knees and taking a moment to watch the scene in front of him unfold. Usually on nights like this, Michael ran him ragged with demands for magic tricks, story time, and playing pretend. Tonight, he’d actually been able to catch up with middle school (middle school!) Henry, because Michael was totally and completely enthralled by Maggie. 

She was helping with the last of the setup for the “restaurant,” organizing Michael’s menus and straightening his clip-on tie. Of course he’d seen her with kids before. But something about being in this playroom— one that he’d spent so many hours in, watching two of his favorite kids grow up— had him feeling warm from head to toe. 

Henry had bounded down the stairs at the news that uncle Spencer was dating his former kindergarten teacher. He hadn’t realized that she’d taught Henry, too, although with the timeline of her teaching career he should have put two and two together. The generally reserved middle schooler had positively beamed when she gasped out, “Gosh, I always forget how tall you’ve gotten!”

And now three of his absolute favorite humans were in one room, and he couldn’t stop smiling. 

“Hen!” Michael called. 

Henry turned from his spot in the chair across from Spencer. “What?”

“You’re the chef,” Michael informed him. 

Maggie tilted her head. “I thought I was the chef?”

“No, no, no.” Michael pushed her toward the kid-sized table. “You and uncle Spencer are on a fancy date.”

Henry rolled his eyes playfully and stood from the chair, pulling it out for her like a perfect gentleman. She beamed at him and gave him a wink. “Thank you, sir.”

She dropped lightly into the chair across from Spencer and laughed a little at his folded limbs. “You look very comfortable.” 

He laughed and stretched his legs out straight. “The picture of comfort, really. These chairs were clearly designed with six foot men in mind.”

“I’m sorry I’m so under-dressed for our fancy dinner date,” she teased, dropping her chin into her hand. 

“You look stunning, as always.” He gestured to the messy braid Michael had folded her hair into. “I especially love what you’re doing with your hair.”

She sucked in a dramatic breath, bringing up her hand to pat lightly at her hair. “You’re making me blush, doctor.” She peeked behind her and then lowered her voice. “I’m probably going to cry when I try to brush the rats out.” 

He looked at her sympathetically. “I know the feeling. I think I’ve got a wide tooth comb, and I can help. I’ve gotten pretty good at detangling Michael’s handiwork.”

Before she could respond, Michael made his way to the table, holding a dish towel over his arm. “Good evening, sir, madam.” 

“Good evening,” they chorused, with barely suppressed grins. 

“Compliments of the chef.” Michael held out his hand to reveal two slightly smushed strawberries.

“Oh, wow,” Maggie said, eyes wide and gesturing to Spencer. “Honey, do you want to—”

Spencer waved his hand, eyeing the berries warily. “No, no, please, help yourself.”

Maggie held back a smile and accepted the strawberries, holding them carefully in her hand and turning her attention back to Michael. “Thank you so much. What a wonderful appetizer. Could we hear the specials?”

That helped Michael remember the menus, and he pulled them from his pocket and cleared his throat. He handed them the construction paper menus. “Our specials tonight are roasted octopus and a steak tartar.”

From the kitchen, Henry mumbled, “Tartare.” 

“Tartare. Steak tartare is our special,” Michael corrected. 

“Hmm, I don’t know if I’m that adventurous. Maybe my boyfriend is though,” Maggie told a grinning Michael. “What do you recommend for a picky eater?”

“My favorite is the chicken nuggets.”

“Well then, sign me up. One order of chicken nuggets.” Maggie handed him the menu. 

Spencer was still perusing the menu for Le Chateau LaMontagne. He smiled at Michael’s handwriting, but particularly at the places where he could tell Maggie had helped. “Everything looks delicious,” he finally decided, “but, you know... I think I’m also going to have the nuggets.”

…

When the boys were finally in bed, Spencer and Maggie settled down in the living room to untangle the mess of her hair. She sat on the floor in between his legs as he gently pulled each braid strand free. He smiled at the way she arched up into his touch, shivering when his fingers brushed over her neck. 

“You’re lucky,” he remarked, laying the last braid strand back into its original place. “Michael seems to have gotten a little better at braiding.”

She leaned her head back into his hands. “You detangled the whole thing?”

“Mmhm.” He leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead, then her nose, then her mouth. She brought her hands up to hold him against her, trying to deepen the kiss before laughing at the awkward angle and giving up. 

He sat up as she stood and moved to the couch, snuggling up close to him and tucking herself under his arm. “I’m very lucky,” she agreed. “For many reasons.”

Her hand drifted to rest on his tummy, her fingers immediately tracing little shapes over the fabric of his shirt. He pressed a kiss into her hair. “And tired, too.”

“Hmm?” 

He leaned his cheek against her head. “When you get tired, you, um— you start drawing on my stomach.” 

Her finger paused. “Do I?”

“Yeah.” She shifted to raise her head to look at him, and he shrugged. “I don’t mind. I’ve just— noticed.”

She smiled a little sleepily. “You know I love all of you. But I— well, I don’t know, really. I just like your tummy.” She gave it a quick squeeze. “It’s just— nice and comfy and perfect for resting on.” 

He covered her hand with his own and leaned forward to press their mouths together. She drew his bottom lip in between her own, sucking a little and then giving it a quick peck before pulling back and stifling a yawn into his chest. “Man, I am tired.” She snuggled back into him and resumed her tummy tracing. “What, um— what else have you noticed?”

He rubbed his hand down her arm and pulled her impossibly closer. “You like to play with my hair.”

“Mmmm, guilty as charged.”

He smiled at the sleep creeping into her voice. “I like it, too.” He ran his fingers up to her shoulder, and then back down to the crook of her arm, soothing her closer to sleep. “Hmmmm. You always have at least one point of contact on my body at all times. It’s usually your hands, but sometimes it’s your head or even your toes— like when you tuck them under my leg.”

“Ugh— I’m sorry. Clingy and putting my feet on you,” she mumbled.

She might have been joking, but Anita’s words were replaying in his head. He couldn’t change what had happened in the past. He couldn’t go back and prevent her from being hurt by someone else. But he could be different in every way. He could be open and honest and vulnerable with her like he’d promised. 

“I’m not sorry. I love all of you,” he murmured, pulling her in closer and repeating her words back to her. 

“Even my feet?” 

He could also show her that there was absolutely nothing that he didn’t love about her. “Especially your feet.”

She huffed a sigh into his chest. “Y’got a foot thing I don’t know about?”

He laughed a little at that. “Only for yours. They’re very cute feet.”

“You’re weird,” she muttered, but she hugged him tighter when she said it.

“You love it.”

Her fingers on his tummy had come to rest comfortably just above his waistband, and he knew she was on the very edge of sleep. “Mmhm. Love you.”

He thought of all the little moments over the past few months.

Doesn’t live up to expectations? Sorry for overstepping. Are we dating? Sorry for being clingy. Sorry for taking so long to tell you. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

“I love you, too,” he murmured. “So much.”

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[doc-pickles]

that was our place, I found it first

in which alex and jo both struggle with their new realities and that overwhelming sense of deja vu....

hey hi hello this isn’t new (it’s been on AO3 for a hot minute) but I hadn’t shared it here so enjoy. and everyone say thank you to olivia rodrigo.

It’s three weeks into his stay in Kansas when the weight of his new reality hits him square in the chest. He’d wrangled both kids inside and sent them to wash up, quickly changing out of his scrubs before meeting Eli, Alexis, and Izzie at the dinner table. He’s about to ask how the day has been for everyone but he’s stopped dead in his tracks, the words slipping from his mind.

“Hey, you're invited to Mer's for Thanksgiving.”

“Really?”

“I'm invited and, uh, I'm bringing you.”

“The attendings are gonna be weird if I'm there.”

“No, they're not.”

“Just go without me. We'll meet up after.”

“You think I wanna be there if you're not.”

“You're sweet.”

“Okay, screw it. How about we get takeout chicken and eat it in the car like we were raised to do?”

“I think I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, settle down.”

The sound of his daughter’s voice brings Alex back to the present, eyes moving from the platter of fried chicken in the center of the table to Alexis who’s staring at him in confusion. He quickly plasters a smile on his face, making a joke at his daughter’s expense that makes both children giggle loudly. Dinner passes by quickly and soon both kids are off to bed, visions of a bright eyed brunette intern closing Alex’s mind as he cleans the kitchen.

+

“Auntie Jo!”

The exclamation from Zola sends all three Grey Shepherd kids hurtling across the room to wrap their arms around Jo’s legs. Struggling to keep her balance, Jo let out a laugh as she listened to each child bombard her with questions. She hadn’t seen them for almost two months so the attack was unavoidable but not unwanted as she let the kids contagious joy bring a wide smile to her face.

“Hey, glad you could make it,” Link appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, Scout wriggling in his arms. “I’m not much of a cook but there’s fresh coffee and donuts. I got them from that place that’s on...”

Link’s voice faded out as Jo’s eyes settled on the pink bakery box behind him, the children clinging to her forgotten as her mind drifted.

“Cheers to an incredible day. You deserve it. Actually, I helped, too. So cheers to us.”

“Hey, powdered sugar's your favorite.”“Yeah, no. This is great. Thanks.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“So it’s been a long morning around here,” Link, oblivious to the far off look in Jo’s eyes, finished his thought off before turning back to his friend. “Can I get you some coffee? You look tired, no offense.”

Jo nodded her head, shaking off the last foggy visions of the supply closet from her mind as she hoisted Ellis onto her hip, “Coffee sounds perfect, thanks Link.”

+

“You know, maybe we should just head down to the courthouse, make things official.”

Alex’s head snapped up from the bowl of cereal in front of him, eyes wide as he stared at Izzie who was packing lunches for Eli and Alexis. Her comment was nonchalant, eyes not even leaving the lunch bags in front of her as she continued the thought.

“It might make things easier than going through a big fuss, plus it’s close to the hospital so it wouldn’t be super out of the way,” Izzie finally looked at Alex who was staring at her in shock still. “What do you think?”

“I don’t even know if my divorce has gone through yet, I think getting married is jumping the gun a bit Iz,” Alex forced the words out of his mouth, heart pounding loudly as Izzie began to laugh. “What? What’s so funny?”

“I meant go down to the courthouse to get you on the kids paperwork,” Izzie stifled another laugh as Alex let out a breath of relief, his heart rate coming down significantly. “Geez, what kind of backwoods tacky idea is a courthouse wedding anyways?”

Alex’s mind began to drift as visions of vampire teeth and fake blood on a day not too long ago filled his mind.

“For better or worse...”

“For better or worse.”

"...for richer or poorer...”

“For richer or... pregnant.”

“What?”

“I'm pregnant.... Ha! Scared you! I got you so good.”

“Wait. You're not pregnant?”

“No. Oh, my God, you should've seen your face.”

“... so I told Jenny we’d swing by around 8,” Izzie looks expectantly to Alex, who’s coming out of his mental dog and still staring into his cereal bowl. “Alex? You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” his eyes flit to the living room where Eli and Alexis are playing a game, loud peels of laughter coming from them. His heart twisted for a moment, picturing Jo between the two children playing along with them as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Yeah I’m good.”

+

“You’re just the cutest baby in the whole wide world aren’t you,” Jo’s voice was a soft coo as she rocked a drowsy Scout in her arms, the loud voices of his cousins outside drowned out as they stood in the living room. “You’re gonna be handsome just like your daddy and so smart like your mama. I don’t know what those two are gonna do with you.”

“You’re a natural you know,” Jo’s head popped up, meeting Amelia’s gaze as she leaned against the doorframe of the living room. “He won’t even fall asleep for Maggie.”

“Well Auntie Jo just has the magic touch,” Jo pressed a finger against Scout’s cheek, the infant curling closer to the new source of warmth. “Maybe that’s why OB sounds so appealing, all the babies I get to hold and love on since I’m clearly not having any of my own anytime soon.”

A low chuckle left Amelia as she crossed the room and grabbed Scout from Jo, the little boy nuzzling into his mother’s chest contentedly, “Don’t count yourself out. I wouldn’t put it past you to become a mom sooner rather than later.”

Jo watched Amelia walk towards Scout’s room, her mind thinking back to a time when having her own kids wasn’t just a far off dream.

“I'm ready. I mean, let's do it. Let's make a baby, right now.”

“Are you out of your mind? We’re not having a baby!”

“I want to have kids with you. I love how much you care for Kimmie, and it really makes me want to have kids with you. And if it's okay with you, I would really like to take your last name. Because I've never had the last name of anyone who's loved me.”

“I'm sorry I talked about kids on our honeymoon. It was stupid. It was just... you were talking about the future and snow stuff, and it just popped into my head. Like, I could see our kids playing in the snow, having fun, which is... You know, kids, snow. It makes sense.”

“Alex, shut up, please. I-I have an idea, a big idea, and I love you, and I will love all of our children, or at least one child eventually.”

“We're in the baby hat place? Are you pregnant and you didn't tell me?”

“She asked me if we wanted kids, and I said yes because we do. And she's making the hats extra big because I had an extra big head.”

The thoughts in her head overwhelm Jo, heart beating erratically as she collapses onto the couch in a fit of tears she hadn’t realized were falling. Eventually Amelia comes back, silently bringing Jo into her embrace as her tears fall. She doesn’t know how long she sits there crying, begging any higher being that would listen for Alex to come back so they could have the family they so desperately wanted.

+

“There’s a storm brewing! Expect two to three days of nonstop rain and wind in the North Eastern Kansas area, this storm is not letting up.”

Alex’s eyes floated to the window of his office, the news report blaring from his laptop fading as he focused on the rain hitting the glass. He’d lived in Seattle for a large majority of his life, he should be more than used to the sight of rain. Instead though the water dripping down reminded him of another storm years earlier, a storm that changed his life.

“Listen, I have to tell you something.”

“No, you don't.”

“You don't even know what I'm gonna say.”

“I think I do, and you shouldn't.”

“Jo…”

“I'll mess it up, Alex. I mess everything good in my life up, and... we work as friends really well, and... and I don't wanna mess that up.”

“You won't mess anything up.”

The memory fades from his mind as a knock sounds on the door of his office, one of his attendings hurtling questions at him a mile a minute. Jo’s bruised face and beaming smile haunt his thoughts for the rest of the day though, the feeling of her lips on his haunting him as he attempted to keep his head screwed on straight.

+

“Watch out Seattle! Another super soaker is in the area. Local officials are advising everyone to stay off the roads until this storm passes. If you have an emergency or need to leave…”

“Great, we’re going to get the whole of Seattle’s dumbasses in the ER tonight,” Bailey’s voice broke Jo out of her trance as she stared at the TV in the attendings lounge, fingers absentmindedly twisting the necklace around her neck. “Wilson, keep an eye on the NICU for me. If the power goes out we’ll need to keep an eye on those babies.”

Jo nodded, leaving the lounge in a daze as her mind brought up her first Seattle superstorm and a night not unlike tonight that changed everything.

“Last night, before the tree, you asked me a question. You wanted to hear me say the words. So I'm... Saying them right now.”

“I don't hear anything.”

“Shut up.”

“Okay, but…”

“I'm... I'm serious.”

“Fine.”

“I love you.”

The words still echoed around her, the storm drowned out by the look on Alex’s face as they finally shared a kiss that felt like it was years in the making. That night changed everything for them, it started them off on a crazy eight year rollercoaster that despite its tragic ending Jo wouldn’t change for the world. As she walked the halls of Grey Sloan she was reminded of countless memories between them, their whole relationship playing out in the hallways of this hospital. A light feeling settled in Jo’s chest, the memories for once bringing a smile to her face instead of sending her into a crying fit. Maybe that dreaded sense of deja vu wasn’t always a bad thing…

[tonio-dawson]

The Perfect Trap

OC x Antonio Dawson

Crossover Blue Bloods x Chicago PD

Words: 4,401

A/N: This is my very first crossover, please be nice :) This story follows the life of Maggie Reagan, twin sister of Jamie Reagan which makes her the youngest of the Reagan family. For context, here is the Reagan family tree. This story took place in New York, I might be writing another one that takes place in Chicago so we can focus on the CPD Intelligence Unit. Hope you like it!

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"I have to say I don't like this one bit," Frank Reagan finally spoke. “Dad, we’ve talked about this,” said Danny. 

“Yes and I gave it a go, but I just want to say again I don’t like this idea,” Frank gazed to his youngest.

“None of us like it any more than you do,” Maggie answered, all eyes were on her and her fiancee who sat next to her, clenching his jaw. He gave it a long pause, “We can still call it off,” his raspy voice sounded heavy and his remark raised many eyebrows, “Hey! Don’t do this to me brother,” Danny complained, pointing his fork to his soon-to-be brother in law. “Easy, Daniel,” said Henry at the end of the table, trying to calm his eldest grandson.

Maggie Reagan is the youngest of the Reagan family. She followed her family legacy, entering the police academy around the same time as her twin Jamie, but she moved to Chicago wanting a clean slate without the burden of her last name in New York. On the job for eight years, now she’s working as a junior detective in Narcotics. Maggie met Antonio Dawson on a joint operation with the Intelligence Unit two years ago and started dating not long after. Much to her surprise, Antonio quickly grew very close to her family including his hot-headed brother, Danny. Apparently being a hard willed yet by-the-book cop was the ticket to be loved by the entire Reagan family. A big reason why it was rather easy to get all of their blessings to put a ring on Maggie’s finger six month prior to this dinner.

So, the commotion at the Sunday dinner table isn’t about their wedding at all. Danny, who had been picking Antonio’s brain for a lot of his cases, finally caught a big one. Danny’s case this time has become an official police matter between CPD and NYPD, both wanting to keep feds out of it. Teo Rodriguez, who ran a drug ring five years ago in Chicago has resurfaced in New York. Back then, Teo managed to avoid any conviction thanks to the loyalty of his crew  in Chicago. None of them gave Teo up and no crime that he pulled had hard evidence against him. Though he remains free in Chicago, CPD made sure that his operation was crippled and that Teo cannot do business in Chicago again. Not long after a major operation to convict all of his crews, Teo skipped town and fell off the CPD radar. 

A couple of months prior, Danny caught execution-style homicides in Harlem with markings over the victims. It’s obvious that this is gang-related killings, but he never saw these markings before. He had been banging his heads as that was already a third homicide, the killer had definitely been playing with him but he was no close in identifying him. Not until he shared it with Antonio who filled him with useful information. With Antonio and CPD’s aid, Danny came close to locating Teo, but he ran with the same old problem: without hard evidence, they didn’t have enough to convict him. 

They’re back to square one. And so, Antonio and Danny came up with an idea - a risky one. Setting up a trap. Knowing Teo, everything is an eye for an eye. Five years ago, when Antonio arrested Teo’s second-in-command, Pedro, CPD held his 10-year-old son and threatened him to give the kid up to social service and never to see him again if Pedro didn’t give himself up. Pedro finally came to the precinct and had himself arrested. However not 24 hours later, Diego, Antonio’s son went missing. He was finally found unharmed, but they could never connect Diego's abduction to Teo.

The idea was to provoke Teo by revealing Antonio and have him arrest Teo’s sister who lives in New York. They hoped that if Teo took the bait and made the connection, his next move would be taking Maggie into hostage. Being Danny’s sister and Antonio’s girlfriend, Maggie is the perfect trap. They would then set up surveillance and wiretap on Teo, so they could finally catch him red-handed. This is of course an operation with a lot of ifs. And a huge risk for Maggie. Antonio had second-doubting his idea at least a hundred times but Danny convinced him to go with it. With Frank’s blessing, the operation was a go. It’s a risky idea, but a necessary one.

On the dining table, Antonio shook his head looking at Maggie, “Sorry. I know this is my idea and everything, but...,” “Hey, it’s our idea,” Danny corrected. “Yeah Danny, that’s why we all don’t like the idea,” said Jamie, which earned a chuckle from everyone. Danny scoffed, he really likes his future in-law, but doesn't like the detective popularity contest at the dining table. 

“It’s the only way out if we want to get this scumbag,” said Maggie. Frank let out a sigh, “Do what you got to do. But please, be safe,” Frank shot a look at Antonio and Danny. “In case you forget, we are the three finest detectives in the country, Dad,” Danny replied with a smile while Antonio kept clenching his jaw, wondering just how things can go. 

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A few days later, they started the operation. “Teo Rodriguez!” Danny shouted, he rounded the street near Teo’s apartment, catching him just after he exited the building. “Oh if it isn’t my favorite Detective,” Teo replied with a smug, “What is it? If you have another conspiracy theory, I’m not interested. Already said I have nothing to do with your homicides,” he tried to walk off but Danny stopped him. “It’s not that, I thought you wanted to see something. Come with me,” Teo didn’t comply at first but he finally gave up when Danny revealed her sister’s name. 

Danny took Teo to central booking, across the hall, behind the bars - a sight was presented to Teo: Antonio was holding his sister, Ella, cuffed and ready to be processed. From afar, they watched the scene, “I believe that’s your sister? But who’s that next to her? Do you remember him?” Danny asked. “Ella! No, you can’t do this!” he screamed. Ella only turned her heavy head and gave Teo a disappointed look before disappearing to the next room. 

After processing Ella, Antonio approached Teo, “Teo Rodriguez, remember me?” Antonio asked.

“Not really. But I do remember Diego,” Teo replied with a smug. 

It pained Antonio but he kept his cool, “Well, perhaps Ella facing a 5-year charge will jog your memory. You thought after leaving Chicago, you can start all over again because no one knows you. But we know. It took NYPD a while but now that they’re working with me, we all know well that you like to keep business close to the family. I tracked down Ella long before you did. That mom of yours really does like sleeping around…” Antonio continued.

But Teo laughed hysterically instead, “Oh you like playing games now, Detective Dawson?! Let’s see who’s the better player.” 

“So you do remember him,” Danny said, “Reagan and Dawson..let me guess, extended family? If you have a cop family here in New York I’m gonna find out. Remember Detective, this ain’t Chicago.” Teo pointed his finger at Antonio and left.

“Remind me, how did you know about Ella again?” Danny asked when they got to the car.

“After the investigation, we realised that none of them snitch on Teo not because they’re scared, but because they think of him as family. We dug into his childhood and found out that he actually has a lot of step siblings. One way or another his crew has blood ties,” Antonio explained.

“So when he moved to New York, he only had few contacts. Since his mom has children everywhere, he always has family,” Danny continued. “Long story short. Let’s just hope he took our bait,” Antonio replied.

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“Is this really necessary?” Maggie whined. “Come on Mags, you need to be seen in the city, reuniting with old friends, having fun.” said Jamie while handing over her dress. 

“It’s 4pm in the afternoon,” said Maggie. “And you are known to be an early drinker, since when you’re complaining about drinking?” Jamie asked. “Since knowing my fiancee and my brother is taking down a very dangerous criminal,” she answered while getting ready. 

“Let’s paint the town red and hope that Teo is indeed as smart as Antonio predicted,” Jamie smiled. He called up a couple of his most trusted cops, pretending to be Maggie’s old friends. Four of them were heading to a corner bar in East Village. 

Detective Baez, Danny’s partner, had been tracking down Teo’s movement with an unmarked car. She’s sitting outside of Teo’s apartment in her car while their team has been listening in to phone calls and text messages from Teo. Nothing suspicious of yet, but close to 7pm, Teo texted his accomplice to meet him somewhere in East Village.  Baez stayed put and ordered Danny to stand by on Maggie.

At around 7pm, Jamie, Maggie, and their friends had been spending time at the corner bar. They haven’t seen anything out of the ordinary. Until three suspicious looking men sat down next to their table, exchanging looks, but no sign of Teo yet. Down the road, Danny and Antonio parked two blocks away, with a TAC team parked further down. 

It’s been half an hour and no sign of Teo, nor that the group of men does anything. Is it a false alarm? Jamie and Maggie sense that something is wrong but they can’t figure it out yet.

“Something feels off. If those are Teo’s guys, why don’t they make a move? Should I go to the back alone to lure them?” Maggie asked. “No, Maggie. Too risky.” said Jamie. 

“Yeah but if you’re around Jamie, they won’t make the move. I’m good with Sandra and Alex here,” asked Maggie. Jamie looked hesitant but eventually yielded, “You keep her safe, okay?” Alex nodded and gave him a reassurance squeeze in the shoulder, “We got this, Reagan,” said Alex.

Jamie went out the bar and joined Danny and Antonio in their car. Another half an hour, still no sign of Teo and no chatter on his phone, Antonio also started to be uneasy. 

“I think you two should join Baez, I don’t think he’s coming here,” said Antonio to Danny and Jamie.

“Leaving you alone with our sister? No,” Danny quickly rejected.

“Come on. I’ve got the cavalry here with me,” Antonio pleaded. “I feel more safe if you have eyes on Teo is all.” 

Danny yielded, went out of the car and took Jamie’s car heading to Teo’s place, “You spotted him yet, Baez?” he called Baez. “No. No movement from his apartment since he’s back from the bodega an hour ago,” Danny and Jamie looked at each other and looked for the bodega. 

“What is he wearing?” Danny asked. “Grey hoodie, black jeans, and white shoes,” said Baez over the phone. “Shit,” Danny muttered. “What is it?” asked Baez. “I’m at the Bodega looking at the security footage. Looks like he paid someone to wear his clothes and went back to his apartment.”

“Well his phone is still at home, so is his car,” Baez reported. “He must know we’ve been sitting on him,” Danny shook his head.

Jamie filled Antonio with the new development, “Shit. We got played.” Antonio cursed himself, he can’t believe all their plan had been crushed. Teo is a man of his words, Antonio is absolutely certain that he’ll take revenge but where is he now? He wrecked his brain and recalled his last conversation with Teo, that’s when he realized his mistake, “Jamie!!” Antonio screamed on the phone Danny swore he could see waves coming out of Jamie’s phone.

“It’s not Maggie….it’s Erin. My extended family. Go find her, I’ll join you.” Antonio’s voice was shaking in panic, he’s about to shift the car gear when he heard a gunshot coming from the corner bar where Maggie was. “Damn it!” he ran out along with the TAC team to the bar.

Danny and Jamie could not hear anything more from Antonio, the line got disconnected after the gunshot, but they decided to trust the man and make a run for Erin. 

Danny was on edge while Jamie drove as fast as he could, “Danny, there’s a thing between us twins. I have a feeling that she’s okay.” said Jamie. “Okay if that you trying to calm me down, I’ll take it. I wish you can say the same for Erin,” Danny was beyond angry at himself. This operation was under his watch, and so far nothing according to his plan. 

Danny kept calling Erin but no answer. Baez pinged her phone and put her in a three-mile radius around her apartment. “Please Erin, please be home,” Danny mumbled. The ride was only 15 minutes but it felt like forever for the Reagan boys. Erin’s car was parked in front of her apartment building, but when they got in, she’s not home. 

Meanwhile, the situation at the bar wasn’t pretty either. The TAC team surrounded the bar, already securing civilians. Antonio could not believe what he’s seeing, it was like seeing a scene from a movie: gun standoff between the three men versus Alex and Sandra, with Maggie held on a chokehold, gun on her temple. Antonio quickly made his way in, which gained a strong protest from the perp that held Maggie, “Don’t move! Or I’ll kill her!" he yelled. Antonio took the risk coming in, but he’s fairly certain that Teo didn’t order his guys to kill Maggie.

Antonio rose his hands up, “If you don’t know already, you’re holding hostage a Chicago Police Detective. And I guess you didn’t expect the two friends here are also cops,” he pointed at Alex and Sandra.

“Now, I am from Chicago too so I wanna make sure that I bring her safely home. I know Teo sent you. And you’ve failed already because the task was to kidnap her, right? Why don’t we make this quick man-” Antonio kept talking to shake them off. “Shut up!! Or I’ll kill her!” the perp became more and more nervous. Maggie exchanged looks with Antonio, trying to understand his play. Antonio looked at her, Maggie looked calm, she trusted Antonio could get her out of the situation. 

“I know it’s not the deal. The order was not to kill anyone,” Antonio tried to win them over.

“You don’t know anything,” the one holding Maggie pulled his trigger, the two others looked utterly confused and panicked. As the prep adjusted his arm position, Maggie elbowed him hard on his stomach, pushed his arm up and duck down. His shots were fired but went to the ceiling. Antonio tackled him as Maggie crawled to the side. Antonio pulled his gun on him, “Don’t you even think about it,” and the perp dropped his gun. 

The two other men were taken aback wanting to shoot back, but Alex and Sandra shot their legs first and lunged at them. They were apprehended quickly and taken outside. 

Antonio asked to deal with the one holding Maggie earlier. He was cuffed now so Antonio threw him on the table pressing him hard with his body. Maggie watched in disbelief from the side with the other officers. She had seen Antonio in action a few times before, but never quite like this. 

“Where is Teo?!” Antoino screamed pinning him to the table, “I don’t know man-” the perp laughed. 

“You want to laugh now?” Antonio pulled his gun and placed it on the back of the perp’s knee, “Well, you should know, in Chicago, we play things differently. There’s no need to be politically correct. Now where does he say he wants to stake out Erin?” 

Maggie just put two and two together now, Teo has levelled up his revenge game, he went after Danny’s two sisters. Not caring about all the eyes, Antonio put his hand around his neck now and pressed his gun more, “I’m not playing here-” the perp was shaking and finally gave in, “I don’t know the name of the place, Blue something… a diner near her apartment. Now let me go!!” he screamed and coughed. Antonio threw him to the ground and motioned the other officers to take him. He knew that he would get in trouble later coercing a perp like that, but he couldn't care less.

He quickly called Danny, giving him Teo’s location and possibly Erin’s. After that, he turned to Maggie, who was still processing the situation, “Babe, you okay?” he reached out to hold her hands, she nodded but suddenly gave Antonio a tight hug. “Hey, you’re okay, I’m here,” Antonio tried to calm her down. She was on the verge of tears when Antonio pulled her away, he cupped her face with his hands, “I love you Maggie and will always protect you.” he paused and continued, “I hate to do this, but unless you can pull yourself to be Detective Reagan now, I suggest you get check out on an ambo because I still have to save your sister..” he said it calmly but not leaving the sense of urgency. Maggie bit her lip, realizing that her day was far from over and that her fiancee is still a cop on a job. So she took her deepest breath, “Let’s go, Detective Dawson,” she gave his hand one last tight squeeze before quickly making her way inside his car. Antonio nodded, still worried but he knows Maggie can do this. She was a cop before she was his girlfriend afterall.

Danny and Jamie ran across the street together with Baez who had joined them. They didn’t notify anyone yet as they don’t want to spook out Teo and put Erin in more danger. The Blue Whale diner was a bit more crowded than usual. Danny came in and asked Erin to the front counter. They confirmed she’s in the back, when he showed Teo’s picture the barista nodded and a few seconds later they heard a commotion from the back. People started screaming and ran out. Teo has found Erin.

“Jamie! Baez! Secure everyone!” Danny yelled. Turned out that Teo didn’t expect that Erin would recognize him right away - she immediately reached for her phone to call 911 when she saw him. And when he realized this, he quickly drew his weapon out, taking Erin before she could press dial.

Danny went to the back of the restaurant while Jamie and Baez were still out front making sure everyone’s out. Seeing Danny, Teo held Erin tighter and put his gun on her side.

“You Reagans. Think you’re so smart,” Teo smirked.

Danny drew his weapon to Teo, “It’s over Teo. You didn’t get Maggie either,” said Danny. “Oh yeah? So, I have more reason to kill this one then,” he grinned. Danny’s stomach was twisted. He could make the shot but Teo’s too close to Erin.

The standoff felt like forever. Danny tried to talk their way out of the situation. What took Baez and Jamie so long? He didn’t have back up. So he could only stall and talk nonsense to Teo about making a deal to get him out of jail. 

Just when Danny was about to run out of options, Antonio came through the back door with Maggie, both weapons drawn to Teo, “It’s over Teo, you’re surrounded. You put the gun down real slow, or we take you out,” Antonio said calmly. Teo looked at Antonio, "You think you finally won, Detective Dawson?" His grip on Erin became tighter "Oh if I had known earlier that the famous Reagan family had ties to you…" He shifted his aim, his weapon pointed at Maggie this time. 

"Teo, if you want to walk out alive…your only way out is me. My brother and Detective Dawson here won't think twice about shooting you," said Maggie. “Detective Dawson? You think I did not know you’re his girlfriend?!” Teo shouted. 

She looked straight to Teo but her gaze was to Danny's. She gave Danny a slight nod, “I know you know now. Teo, now please…” Maggie begged, throwing her arms up like she was about to surrender, “Please, don’t hurt…” before she could finish her sentence, Danny fired a bullet to Teo's shoulder that was holding the gun. 

Teo's gun went off but his aim was horrible, Maggie dodged his bullet and in a split second, she ducked and pulled Erin who was already on the ground towards her. Teo now on the ground, with Danny on top of him cuffing him. He grunted, Antonio kept his gun pointed at Teo and put it on Teo’s temple. "Tony, don’t. He's not worth it." Danny looked at him. Antonio's eyes were filled with anger, "I'm gonna make sure you're going to the death chair, and you’ll wait for that agonizing day in misery," Antonio hissed when getting him up. Teo still didn't look defeated, Danny shoved him and let Baez take him to the station.

Maggie held onto Erin as tight as she could. Today was horrifying. "Erin...are you okay?" Erin hugged his sister tighter, "I am now, thanks to you," to that, Maggie suddenly sobbed at Erin's shoulder. Looked like she had it worse than Erin. Erin looked confused, she never saw Maggie cry this way. Not even after the incident that made her move to Chicago 9 years ago. She held her, looking to Danny and Antonio for explanation. They may not be the closest siblings but Erin loves her siblings equally don't matter what. Antonio looked at Erin with an apologetic look, feeling responsible that he didn’t force Maggie to sit out after the bar shoot out. 

Antonio approached her, "Hey Maggie, your arm is bleeding. Let's get you check out, the ambo's here," a bullet must've grazed Maggie’s arm during the first shootout. Maggie didn’t move an inch, still hugging her sister tight. He rubbed her back, closing in to her ear, "Come on, let Erin go. She's okay and you can go see her after. Okay? Danny will take care of her,” Maggie pulled away and looked her sister in the eye, "Erin I'm sorry…" still sniffing. "Hey, none of this is your fault, Maggie. And look, your sleeve is dripping with blood, go with Antonio," Erin reassured. Antonio pulled Maggie close to his side and walked out holding her. 

After Maggie left it’s Erin now who could not take it anymore, "Oh Danny, that was too close to comfort," she buried her head against Danny’s chest. He put his arm around her, "I’m so sorry sis. It's over now, it's a good thing that we rehearsed that move over and over again," said Danny comforting her, "One hell of a day," he muttered.

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Outside, Maggie was still shaking while getting patched up. Antonio held her hand the entire time, "I'm so sorry," was all Antonio could say to her. He knew his fiancee was hurting more in her heart than physically. But he did not know what to say, his head was still full with anger, heart pumping, adrenaline still hadn't washed out. He saw Jamie and motioned him to come over to the ambulance. 

“Hey Mags, you okay?” Jamie asked. “Um.. yeah no,” Maggie started sobbing. Antonio pulled her into a hug, his brows curled and his face spoke a thousand words to Jamie. “It’s over, okay? It’s just adrenaline wearing off,” he realized that Maggie was still shaking. “You did good, babe. You did good.” he whispered to her ears. 

Maggie pulled away, seemingly calmed down, she looked at Jamie, “I uh… I put Erin in danger, I got the whole cavalry looking after me and not one on Erin’s side…” tears streaming again. Antonio sighed, looking at Jamie for help, this is going to take long to recover from.

“We can’t go to that rabbit hole Mags, you know that. If you keep doing this then Danny would probably beat himself up, he brought everyone into this,” Jamie tried to reason. 

“Or me- I should’ve forced you to stay after the bar,” Antonio’s words are shaky now, he’s also on the verge of tears, seeing Maggie like this, not his best forte. 

Thankfully one of the officers came to break the moment before Antonio shed any tears, “Detective Dawson? The commissioner is on the line,” Antonio realized he had left his phone in the car and hadn't given an update to Frank yet. He nodded at the officer and turned to Maggie, “I’ve got a lot of explaining to do to the NYPD. You sit tight here with Jamie, okay?” Maggie nodded as he left. 

“How can you all be so strong?” she asked Jamie. “We’re not Mags. We just pretended to be, so the others can be,” Jamie took his twin sister’s hand. “If you can’t do it for us, do it for Antonio. He’s the one that got it the hardest. Danny is a close second though and that’s just because he’s a Reagan. But marrying a PC daughter and getting in the middle of this mess? Fiancee of the year that he is,” Jamie chuckled, tried to lighten up the mood. 

Now that Maggie can put things into perspective she put on a brave face, “I’ll start pretending now,” she smiled at him. “Yeah, you can be all sappy and sad when we’re alone at my place?” he offered. “With a bucket of ice cream and a superhero movie?” Maggie asked. “Yeah, can you give Antonio something to do tonight? Eddie’s got the night shift so we can have the night for the two of us.” he said.

“Oh, I won’t have him tonight. After today, I bet Danny would be drinking his night away with him…”

“So, it’s officially our night then,” Jamie hugged his twin sister.

[amelialincoln]

Happier

To say Amelia was a coffee addict was a fair statement and Link would frequently remind her of that. Not exactly in those words, of course. But he’d begun to get used to her cute grumpiness that she started each morning with until she’d finished her first cup of brown liquid straight from heaven. Her words, not his.

 His girlfriend had surprised him through the pregnancy. Barely complaining about the lack of caffeine she was allowed to have. He knew it pissed her off, but to his surprise she drank her decaf and sulked in silence. Amelia, however, was not aware that caffeine was still a no no when breastfeeding. Carina had burst her bubble when Amelia came sauntering into work with a thermos that seemed to hold a litre of her favourite drink. Link thought she might rip Carina’s head off as she shoved the thermos into his hands and stormed off, yelling at him to enjoy it for her. Link only drank black coffee. The sugary stuff that Amelia liked made him want to hurl. That was something he wasn't expecting. You’d think a woman who could chug vodka like water, again her words, not his, would tolerate a cup of black coffee. “Morning princess,” he called to her sarcastically, trying to hide his amusement as Amelia trudged into the kitchen. Her hair practically stood out on end, as if she’d been electrocuted.

“Shut the fuck up,” she growled, coming to sit at the kitchen island and burrowing her head in her hands. Jake, named after Addison’s husband, had been giving the couple grief. As easy as their baby boy had been, his eating schedule was what was driving them both crazy. Jake had trouble latching and would throw a tantrum if Amelia would try to coax him into it. When he wanted it, he wanted it and when he didn’t there was no use trying. Therefore, the couple was left trying almost every hour in an attempt to keep their son from becoming underweight. According to his mother, Link had similar problems growing up. So in Amelia’s mind, it was all his fault. The whole situation left Amelia’s chest sore and her being completely exhausted from being up all night with him. Link tried to take care of Jake when he would wake up but Amelia always wanted to try and feed him just in case it was the reason for his crying.

“You get him on this morning?” He passed her a bowl of cereal and spooned his own into his mouth.

“What do you think?” She grumbled.

“We could try formula?” He offered. It was something Carina had been suggesting to the pair.

“My mother says all of her kids turned out so smart because she nursed us until we were two years old. Jake’s two months.” Was always her argument. She stirred the cereal, unappetizing.

“I know babe, but you’re exhausted. I’m surprised you haven’t fallen asleep over someone’s brain.” He received a glare for that one.

“I’ve lived on a surgeon’s sleep schedule for years. I’m getting more sleep than I did as an intern. If my chest weren’t so damn sore,” she messaged an especially tender spot and winced. “I’m also worried about him. Carina said he should be twelve pounds.”

“He’s only just shy of that,” Link assured her, rubbing her shoulder affectionately. “And remember what my mom said? I turned out okay.”

“True,” Amelia sighed, spooning another bite of soggy cheerios into her mouth. “I have an aneurysm at nine, can you take him to daycare?”

“Of course.” He nodded, watching her head bob as she closed her eyes momentarily. “You have a baby and only clip aneurysms from now on?” He teased. That woke her up.

“Operating on another toe today, babe?” She never got enough of the superiority complex that being chief of neuro gave her. Link shrugged, just happy to see her face light up for a change.

“Probably.” He kissed her forehead lightly, pulling her into a quick hug. “I’ll go grab our little guy and get him in his car seat. Are you ready to go in like ten?”

“Yep.”

Link did not have a toe operation today, despite Amelia’s predictions. Instead he was greeted with a partial amputation first thing in the morning. It had woken him up, to say the least. The guy worked at some cedar mill just outside of Seattle and the saw had chopped his hand off two thirds of the way through. They’d decided to bring the guy to Grey Sloan since Link was building quite a good reputation on the west coast. He could practically hear Amelia going on about her reputation being heard of from across the entire country. One might think that Link would be upset about his partner’s success surpassing his own. She definitely earned more than him. According to Amelia, that had been an apparent issue in many of her old relationships. However, as the orthopedic surgeon had told Deluca once before, he had no problem with her being better than him. If anything it was nice to have his girlfriend be just as much of a workaholic as himself. He loved bones and even if the surgeries he usually performed weren’t considered groundbreaking, he didn’t care since he was doing something he loved. It made him happy to see that Amelia shared that love for her own field. It brought them closer together if anything.

“Are we good to go?” Hunt broke Link’s train of thought. He was supposed to be observing the resident that was suturing up the revised wrist. Perez glanced at Link expectantly and Link noticed that he had finished closing the entire incision.

“Yeah, sorry.” He shook his head, tiredly. The operation had worn him out. “Great job, everyone.” He could tell Perez was grinning through his mask, his eyes lit up at the idea of impressing his attending. Link hadn't taught much before moving to Grey Sloan and didn’t give out a whole lot of praise unless he really meant it. He had grown to enjoy the resident, despite how much he never seemed to keep his mouth shut. Link stepped into the scrub room and gently cleansed his hands under the hot water. Finally able to check his phone, he replied to a couple messages from his friends and noticed he hadn’t heard from Amelia. He was pretty sure her aneurysm would be done by now. She was probably in the daycare visiting Jake. However, as Link finally reached the day nursery he was told that Amelia had not come by and that Jake was sleeping. Not wanting to wake the baby, Link thanked the worker and headed down to the ER. No luck there either. He ran into Maggie, who apparently hadn’t seen her sister either. After about an hour of roaming the hospital halls, he realized there was one place he hadn’t looked. Cursing himself for his stupidity he climbed the stairs to the fourth floor and knocked on the door of Amelia’s office. Hearing no reply he turned the knob. The room was dimly lit and it took his eyes a moment to adjust. When they did he found Amelia curled up in a ball on her couch, fast asleep.

“There you are,” he whispered, admiring her for a moment. She’d thrown her hair into a messy braid in the car on the way to the hospital and it was barely still together. Her cheek was smushed into the hand she was lying on. He noticed a throw pillow lying on the floor. She’d most likely ended up chucking it because, as he knew extremely well, those pillows were hard as rock. He cautiously climbed onto the couch beside her. From trial and error they’d found a couple positions in which they could both fit on the couch lying down. Both sexual and non sexual. He pulled her onto his chest and relaxed into the soft cushions.

“Hi,” Amelia mumbled groggily. She rubbed her nose on his scrub top, laughing as he shoved her in mock disgust. He glanced at her noticing that her nose was a shade of red that it wasn’t that morning. “Aw, babe, are you getting sick?”

“No,” her voice was scratchy and he raised an eyebrow. “I forgot to dust the couch, my allergies are raging but I’m too tired to care.” She shrugged as Link examined her puffy eyes.

“You should take a benadryl,” he advised her, passing her a tissue from the box on the table. She groaned in response to him sitting up.

“I just wanna sleep,” she complained. “I was doing fantastic till you came and woke me up.”

“Fine.” Link lay back down, chuckling as Amelia grinned and cuddled up to him. “Doesn’t take much to make you happy.”

“Just brain tumors, cuddles and…” she trailed off, forgetting the third thing that she listed off frequently as her favourite things.  

“Coffee,” he reminded her, rolling his eyes.

“Fuck,” her eyes rolled back as if the mere idea of the drink was somehow pleasuring her. Link squirmed, momentarily realizing that he was jealous of a cup of coffee.  He glanced at her to find her watching him with amusement.

“Maybe I should change the last one to my extremely hot boyfriend,” she teased, laughing as his head bobbed in response.

[moonfirerainbow]

Reddie from Richie’s parents POV 

- posted on my old blog.  I think it was best known as bitchin-eds or rebel-eds.  The last url I had wasn’t as known.  Maybe.  Idk.  Anyway, here is one of my two hcs that i posted there. 

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Okay so I keep thinking about Maggie and Went and how they would seriously LOVE Eddie being around Richie??

- Went and Maggie are a pair of the most relaxed, trusting parents out there.  They know how much of a nerd their son REALLY is, so even if he’s come home a couple of times smelling like that weed stuff the kids are smoking, or has stumbled home on a rare Friday night, drunk off his ass, they already know he’s going to be fine.

-Eddie is usually with him, one long arm thrown over his small shoulders as he helps Richie drag his long legs to his room.  “Sorry Mr. and Mrs. Tozier.  I pulled him out of the party before he got too messed up.”

-Went and Maggie share a glance and a smirk from the couch.  Their dumbass son doing dumbass things again.  

- Eddie loves the Toziers.  Saturday nights is when he’ll find himself darkening the Tozier’s doorstep, needing to get away from his mom, craving a taste of a real family atmosphere.  Maggie welcomes Eddie in with open arms, always sets a extra place for him at the dinner table, and he’s so grateful for that.  

- And at the table there is a division of sorts; Richie and his dad team up and attempt to gross out his mom and Eddie with all sorts of different things.  

- Richie’s favorite is to shove a couple peas up his nose, then shoot them at his dad’s chest, starting the “Pea-canon” war that usually ends with Richie doubled over the sink, snorting hard to get that last pea out that got stuck while he tried to impress Eddie, and shoved FIVE peas up there.  

- Maggie shakes her head as she watches Eddie hold Richie’s hair back as Richie is bent over the sink, calling her son an idiot but running his fingers through Richie’s untamed hair, longing in his eyes.  

- And Maggie always adores the way Eddie helps around the kitchen, washing up the dishes while she pulls out containers for the leftovers.  “You should teach my son some manners, Eddie dear.  He likes you.  He’ll listen to you,” she always says, a knowing twinkle in her eye as Eddie stammers and blushes, nearly dropping a glass as he stands on tiptoe to put it away.  

-At that point Richie usually emerges from somewhere (the living room, catching the last of the stand-up line with his dad before ER starts and his mom takes over the TV).  Maggie will watch as her son- never serious, ALWAYS joking Richard- will gently take the glass from Eddie’s grasp and place it on the top shelf.  And he’ll smile shyly down at Eddie, color filling his cheeks as Eddie grins and thanks him in a soft voice.  

- Idiots, she thinks.  Maggie knows her son well.  She’s never seen him look at anyone like that before.  

-Sleepovers never worried Maggie until the boys turned 16 and Richie started acting even more ridiculous around Eddie.  Went always reassures Maggie that Richie just has his head up his ass, like he usually does.  “He’s a boy, Mags,” he’ll say, as the sound of a crash comes from Richie’s bedroom, followed by Eddie giggling uncontrollably.  Maggie will raise her brows at him and he’ll shrug.  “They’re boys!  They’re probably wrestling!”  

- Sure, Maggie thinks.  More like tongue wrestling…

- But Wentworth is no idiot, and he does take his wife’s worries seriously.  

-So one day while he’s tuning up the old pickup out in the garage and Richie has just trudged home from school, Eddie right behind him, like always, he calls out for Richie and tells Eddie to wait inside for him.  

- “Rich, listen,” Went starts off, a little nervous himself because isn’t this Maggie’s area as the mother?  Shouldn’t she be discussing Richie’s feelings with him?  “I know you like Eddie a lot, but you two have to respect the house.  If you boys want to, you know, give in to the urges-”

- Richie is turning redder and redder, stuttering out “W-What are you t-talking about??  We’re not, we d-don’t- dad, what the hell?!”

- And it is at that point Went realizes how much of a dumbass his son really is.  “You and Eddie are… together, aren’t you?”  

- “No!”  Richie nearly shrieks, hiding his blushing face behind his hands.  “Oh my fucking god, dad.  Oh my god.  OH MY GOD.”

-Oh.  Well, Went spares them both the embarrassment and tells Richie to head inside, to watch his fucking mouth, and to get his homework done before they decide to play video games.  Or something.  Richie scurries inside, looking at the ground and muttering, mortified.  

- Went takes this news to his wife, and she is just as surprised as he is.  “But could he be lying??”  She wonders, considering her son’s aversion to discussing his feelings or anything close to them.  “Honey, they have to be doing something.  They’re just so close…”  

- Went tells her to relax, maybe they haven’t reached that stage yet, and maybe it’s better they wait until they go off to college.  “This town isn’t very accepting, my love,” he reminds her, thinking of the words he’s seen spray painted in the alleyways and by the bridges around town.  “They don’t need those kind of problems while they are still here.”  

- So they decide to sit back and just watch the show.  They watch Richie hurt himself trying to impress Eddie, watch Eddie take care of him when he does, smiling softly when Richie says something about Eddie being cute, or adorable.  Maggie notices that usually earns him a punch on the arm, and her dramatic ass son- she swears he should be an actor- will gasp in mock pain and beg Eddie to forgive him.  Honestly, she’s not sure how Eddie hasn’t just punched him in the face by now.  

- One night Maggie overhears the two of them talking on the front porch, sitting closely, their sides pressed together, their voices drifting in through the open window.  Richie is telling Eddie about leaving for California once they graduate.  It hurts Maggie a little bit, but she knows her son has big dreams and talent, and she can’t be selfish.  If he wants to leave to California, she can accept that.  

- “You should come with me,” she hears Richie say, in the gentle voice he uses only when he’s talking to Eddie.  “I mean, you can’t stay here, Eds.  You can do whatever you want to out there!  You can go to school, or not, find some decent job and bum around.  And we can be roommates!  What do you think?”  

- Maggie waits, anxious, wondering if she should go get Went from the bedroom so he can listen in, too.  

- “Richie… but you don’t want me out there, do you?”  Eddie’s voice sounds so timid, Maggie wonders just how much damage that horrible woman Sonia has done to her sweet boy.  “You’re gonna be a star, and I’ll just be… me.”  

- Oh bullshit.  Maggie has half a mind to march right over to the Kaspbrak house and give Sonia a piece of her mind.  But then she hears her son jump in.  

- “Fuck that, Eds.  You’re amazing.  You’d probably end up being a movie star before me, you know?  I mean, look at you!”  Eddie must ask him what he means, because then she hears her son say “You’re such a cutie!  And, like, you can do whatever the fuck you want.  You’re smart, and kind, and you’re a great listener.  And, uh, you’re uh… you know, you’re… special.”  

- Oh boy.  Maggie sits up straight and turns down the TV.  Come on, boys!  Confess!  She is way too invested in this, but she just wants those two dumb boys to be happy.  

- They are quiet for a few minutes, and then Eddie says, “If I go with you, am I going with you, or am I just going, too?”

- OH BOY.  She knows that tone.  It’s the same tone she uses when Went is being an idiot.  

- Richie, it seems, is just like his dad.  “Uh… what do you mean?”  

- MORON!

- Eddie makes a frustrated noise, then he goes on in a harder voice.  “Look, Rich, I’m done dancing around this, okay?  I don’t want to go if we’re just gonna be friends.  I… I like you.  Like, the way I’m supposed to like girls.  I don’t like girls.  I like you.  You make me feel, like, my stomach gets all swoopy, you know?  And you make me feel hot all over, and sometimes I just want to grab you by your stupid face and kiss you-”  

- Okay maybe she should step away from this conversation now.  

- Richie’s voice cracks, but he sounds elated.  “R-Really, Eds?  Are you being serious??”  

- YES HE IS BEING SERIOUS.  Maggie rolls her eyes and keeps listening.  

- Eddie sighs, then says, “No shit.  Just, look, I don’t want to pretend anymore.  So, if you don’t feel the same, then…”  

- Then she hears the wet sound of kissing.  And she bolts.  

- Maggie hides in the room with her husband for the rest of the night, and plans to ground Richie the next day if she opens his bedroom door and finds him in bed with Eddie.

BONUS:  

- Maggie opens the door the next morning and totally finds them shirtless and wrapped around each other, asleep.  Richie is so grounded.  

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[purplesurveys]

1195

survey by n0b0dysp3rf3ct

—:: Who ::—

... was the last person you saw face to face? I passed by my brother last night when I had to go to the kitchen to fill up my tumbler.

... was the last person you texted or messaged online? Angela; I was just asking her for the difference among A4/A5/A6 since I’m now planning to buy a binder and sleeves for my rapidly increasing collection of photocards and postcards. It really frustrates me that A4 is the biggest one and A6 the smallest :((((

... was the last person who asked you for a favour? Kata, my manager. She filed a half-day leave last Friday to get herself and her family vaccinated in her town, so she had sent me over a very long to-do list of deliverables that she asked me to fulfill while she was out. Eventually she ended up filing a whole-day leave since she felt feverish after being under the sun all day, and also possibly from side effects of the vaccine, so I ended up carrying the entire workload for the day. I like Kata and she’s a very easy person and superior to work with, so I honestly couldn’t complain about it.

... was the last person you lent something to? Ooh, I don’t remember. I don’t really lend people things.

... was the last person who told you a secret/confided in you? Andi was just sharing to me their worries about taking the LAE (scheduled for today) and how they’ll be okay if they don’t pass.

... is the tallest person you know? Jo is like 5′7″ and we all look like beans when standing next to her. One of my uncles is also very tall; around 5′10″ or 5′11″ if I’m not mistaken.

... the shortest person you know? I think Aya? That’s just a smart guess, though; I haven’t seen most of my friends in more than a year.

... your oldest (in years) friend? Mik is turning 28 this year. Sometimes I forget just how much older he is than me since we vibe really well together during the rare times we did get to hang out. I’m still bummed we never got that smoke break we wanted to have.

... is the oldest (in length of time) friend? Angela.

... is your youngest friend? Hannah was born in 2000. Peter was born in 2001 but we aren’t that close yet.

... is your newest friend? I haven’t made any new friends recently. Stan Twitter is lonelier than I thought it would be; everyone is already friends with everyone so it’s hard to break that space. Not to mention everyone is also grossly younger than I am – I keep seeing profiles with ‘2004′ on their bio :/ I should start making an effort to look for older ARMYs lol, I definitely feel like I’d have more fun that way.

... is your closest relative? My eldest cousin on my mom’s side, my Kuya.

... was your favourite teacher? My music teacher from high school. I neeeeeever liked music as a subject and it was never a priority of mine, but she always kept our classes something for me to look forward with her advice and the way she was always able to make lessons interesting.

... was your least favourite teacher? Those who made it clear they didn’t like me, even though I didn’t do anything to deserve such hostility.

... did you spend the most time with when growing up? My siblings and cousins since we all lived together at one point.

... knows you the best? My two best friends.

... always beats you in games or sports? Andi would probably be able to beat me in any game. They just let me win because they know I can be a sore loser.

... who is the most creative of the people you know? My family is pretty artistic and I have a lot of talented relatives - my sister and my cousin Maggie paint and draw; my mom can make any kind of craft she wants, with her hnds; and one of my grand-aunts regularly does paintings. I think all of them are amazingly creative in their own way.

... is the funniest person you know? Probably Andi. Hans makes me crack up too.

... is the most organised that you know? My mom.

... that you know has travelled the most? My dad. Both our fridge doors are filled from top to bottom with magnets from places he’s travelled in due to his line of work. He’s toned down quite a bit in the last few years and has taken to staying within Asia, but back then his traveling history was super expansive – Germany, Jamaica, Italy, Belize, Aruba, Italy, France, Monaco, Denmark, Norway, the UK, US, Estonia, Portugal, etc.

... has always been there for you? Angela never left my side.

... has given you the most personal gift? I can’t possibly pick, my friends are pretty good at giving me gifts...like Andi getting me a Petals For Armor CD and a Punk shirt that hasn’t been produced in a while, and Angela giving me a personalized Friends mug because she knows I like my coffee and she knows I like Friends.

... has an annoying laugh? I don’t think anyone I know has an annoying laugh.

... never forgets a birthday? That would be me.

... do you live with? My parents, my two siblings, and our two dogs.

...,do you have the most in common with? I’m not so sure about this one, actually. I share bits of my personality with a lot of people - like me and Jo liking BTS, me and Andi liking wrestling, Blanch and I having similar personalities, me and Laurice being super meticulous when it comes to our work, etc. - but I haven’t met anyone who’s virtually a duplicate of mine when it comes to my traits and interests.

...is the sportiest person you know? I’m also not sure. Most people I know are into watching a bunch of sports, but none of them actually play.

...was your last missed call? It was an unknown number that I kept ignoring because THEY WOULDN’T TEXT WHO THEY WERE. If you have enough load credits to call me multiple times, then surely you can text me and introduce yourself first, and maybe then I can pick up the phone.

...did you last open your door for? My sister knocked last Friday because someone wanted to talk to me via landline. It was weird since no one calls via the phone anymore, but I have a gut feeling it was that ^ same person who had been trying to call me through my phone but never texted me. Eventually I learned it was one of the bloggers I’m talking to for work who just wanted to ask a few questions about our ongoing engagement.

... has your heart? Kim Taehyung. Expect the same answer for this type of question moving forward.

... has your respect? I gotta hand it to Tina for consistently doing well in her studies and excelling in every subject while doing photo and video editing for two orgs, working on her thesis, and being a board member in our mutual org, all while living alone. She does so well I wish I can tell her to give herself the occasional break to avoid burnout.

...do you share a special song with? I don’t think I have that with anyone.

...do you miss right now? Literally allllllll my friends.

...last made you angry? It’s been a while since I’ve directed my anger towards another person. When I get pissed off these days it’s usually over a situation that goes awry or out of my control.

...did you last buy a gift for? So this was not technically meant to be a gift, but what happened was I accidentally secured two orders of the same poster set, which was a part of this new BTS photobook coming out later this month, from two different shops. One of the shops merely posted an ‘interest check’ for the poster set so I signed up for it thinking it was harmless, but when they got back to me they already attached an invoice :/ I ended up having to pay for it just so things won’t get complicated between myself and the shop anymore; and I told Angela she can just keep the extra set I bought and that she can consider it a gift.

...did you celebrate your last birthday with? My family and technically my workmates since I didn’t file a leave that day. I also had food delivered to their house so I guess that can count as my ‘celebration’ with them.

...have you gone to a concert with? I went with Angela for my first Paramore show.

...can make you laugh? Anyone can tbh. It’s not very hard to make me laugh.

...has taught you how to do something? Nina taught me how to embroider and do basic needle/thread skills back when I was still getting into the hobby.

...has lost something of yours? I am almost certain my ex never kept the handwritten letters I used to write her. She never seemed to remember or bring up the things I wrote.

...has broke your heart? Gabie but I’m over it.

...has stood you up? Hasn’t happened to me before.

:: What ::

Is your favourite colour? Pastel pink.

Can you do that most your friends can’t? Type fast, apparently.

Is your birthday? April 21.

Colour eyes do you have? Dark brown/black.

Form of transport do you take to work/school? I work from home. But under normal circumstances I would drive my car.

Music do you like to listen to in the car? I connect my Spotify to the car’s Bluetooth and listen to whatever artist or playlist I’m into at the moment. The music I put on could also depend on my current mood for the day.

Languages can you speak? Filipino and English. I’ve also been able to pick up looooots of Korean phrases and expressions because of the amount of content I watch. I’m nowhere near fluent, of course, but I’m increasingly able to pick up what people say based off a few Korean words I’ll hear in a sentence.

Was the last thing you drank? Continued from idk. I finished off my glass of water from dinner.

Was the last thing you ate? My mom made pasta.

Time did you wake up this morning? Depends on how late I slept the night before and how tired I was, but it usually ranges between 5:45–7:30 AM.

Colour are your bedroom walls? They’re white.

Drink do you usually order when eating out? I never order drinks unless I’m at La Creperie, in which case I always get their San Gines hot chocolate; for everywhere else that isn’t a bar, I just get water.

Food can you cook well? ...I can’t cook.

Animals have you had for a pet? Dogs, rabbit, lovebirds, goldfish, and technically a cat but she was mostly Nina’s.

Are your initials? RC.

Kind of activities do you like to do on the weekends? I’m still kind of stuck at home during the weekends :/ so I can’t do much, but I’m not complaining since I actually prefer staying in these days. Anyway, most recently I’ve taken to catching up on BTS content I’ve missed over the last 8 years, so I like watching shows they’ve done like Bon Voyage, Run BTS, etc.

Movie do you know line by line? Two for the Road, TITANIC, and probably most of White Chicks.

Band(s) have you seen in concert? Paramore, One Direction, a bunch of local bands.

Do you buy/get to treat yourself? It’s usually food - I like giving myself a feast every Friday night - but I’m putting that in the backseat for now as I’ve realigned my money to be spent on BTS merch. My big purchases are saved for the albums for now, but every now and then I’ll see a postcard or photocard I like and buy them. Once I complete the albums I’ll be moving on to the concert DVDs, then the special packages, then probably BT21 plushies. Needless to say I have a longggggg way to go haha.

Colours your phone cover? I have a clear case.

Part of the world would you love to visit? Another continent would be nice.

Question do you dislike being asked? Even though I know people mean well, I don’t like being asked “How are you?” but tbh it’s more of a me thing because I just never really know what to say.

Subject were you good at in school? History.

Careers do your parents have? They both work in the hospitality industry.

Brand of clothing do you buy most often? For clothes clothes I’m not really loyal to a particular brand; I buy from different brands and shops all the time. But for shoes, I like sticking to Nikes.

Chocolate bar is your favourite? Not a big fan of chocolate bars. I love Reese’s Cups, though.

TV show have you watched every series of? Friends, Perfect Strangers, Breaking Bad.

Radio station do you listen to the most? It’s a little hard to tell at this point considering I haven’t driven regularly in over a year. But back when I used to do it, I usually flipped among 93.1, 99.5, and 87.5.

Podcasts are you subscribed to? I’m not the biggest fan of podcasts. Find them a tad bit boring.

Is your favourite dessert? Macarons or cheesecake.

Can’t you do that most around you seem to? Ride a bike.

Are 5 qualities you value in a friend? Loyalty, thoughtfulness, honest, sensitive to my needs and those of others, and intelligent.

Are 5 qualities you value in a partner? ^ Pretty much the same thing.

Size pizza do you usually order? Family size usually.

Cuisine do you like to order or cook? I’ve been getting Japanese so many times recently. I rarely go outside sushi.

Colour(s) dominate your wardrobe? Black and white, and colors that were in at one point like mustard yellow and pastel pink.

Toothpaste brand do you use? Colgate.

Sounds can you hear right now? My insanely loud aircon.

Is the weather like today? Like hell. I believe we’re reaching a heat index of over 50ºC every day now, so...that’s fun. It gets absolutely difficult to work in the afternoon when the temperature is at its most brutal, and its times like this I wish I got to work in the office so that there’s aircon and I could at least work comfortably :/

Are your plans for tomorrow? Just work and have tons of meetings, the usual.

:: Where ::

Do you keep your phone when not using it? I keep my phone near me even when I’m not using it since I could always get an important notification.

Were you born? Manila.

Do you go to unwind? Most days it would be the rooftop, but under normal circumstances I like staying at a coffee shop somewhere to escape life and my responsibilities for a short while.

Is your best friend right now? I believe they’re both at home since they have no reason to be out anyway.

Can you go nearby to have a good time? Personally, I would just go to the Starbucks near our village lol. If I’m feeling a bit more adventurous I’d head to Katip, which is prrrretty close by but not quite.

Is the nearest restaurant? We have a McDonald’s literally right beside the village. Then besides that is a Shakey’s, and right across that is a Burger King, then the aforementioned neaby Starbucks. Just makes me realize how urbanized my town has gotten in the last few years.

Is the nearest beach? If I had to guess, the nearest beaches would be in Batangas which is 2-3 hours away, but it really depends on how fast you can drive lol. I’m not too good with long car rides so in both times I’ve driven there I had always taken 4 hours.

Did you meet your closest friend? I met Angela in grade school, and I met Andi at a local rally in my university.

Did you go for your last vacation? Tagaytay, though it was a staycation more than anything else.

Is the nearest mall or superstore? It’s like a 3-minute drive away from the village.

Did you last get an injury? I have loadsssssss of new scratches and gashes all around my wrists from playing with Cooper.

Is the most extravagant place you’ve stayed at? It’s a toss-up between Aids’ or Gian’s house. Gian would probably win since I never actually got to go inside Aids’ place, and his was the first house I’ve been to that was able to literally take my breath away. OH and Shaun’s house was pretty fucking swanky as well.

Do most the local kids play? I would have no idea since I’m neither a kid nor a parent.

Have you been with your family? This is a very vague question lol...what do you mean where have we been? We’ve been to different towns around the country and several countries together, if that’s what you’ve been asking.

Did you spend Christmas last year? We visited a couple of relatives, and we also spent it at home.

Did your parents grow up? My mom grew up within Metro Manila; my dad in a city a little outside of it.

Did you buy the shoes you’re wearing? I’m barefoot at the moment and always am at home.

Would you like to go right now if you could? If life had still been normal I would probably be having after-work drinks at a bar near the office.

Do you miss the most from your childhood? I’m not sure how to answer this with where.

Is the best restaurant you know? I’m still searching for it.

Will you never go again as it was so bad? It’s not that it was bad, but I’d probably never dine at 8Cuts again because their burgers are not worth the hype and are very overpriced for their size.

:: When ::

...was your last vacation? My family’s last legit vacation was in August 2019; but we did have a quick escape to Tagaytay in January of this year.

...did you graduate? I officially ‘graduated’ from college in August, if you could even call it that.

...did you decide what career you wanted? Somewhere between my 2nd and 3rd year of college. That was when I decided I hated journalism and preferred PR, but since PR is under journalism’s umbrella there was no need for me to shift courses.

...did you have your first kiss? Continued. Like WHEN when or how old was I when? In any case, it was in January 2015 and I ws 16.

...did you learn how to swim? Idk, pretty early on. My parents liked taking us to water parks when we were younger, so we had a lot of exposure. I’m not sure if there was ever a time where something just clicked and I learned how to swim; I believe it had just come naturally.

...did you have your first relationship? By the end of 2014.

...did you meet your best friend? I met both of them in school, but at different points.

...do you feel the most at peace? Probably when I’m able to stay at the rooftop all alone.

...do you usually fall asleep? I’ve readjusted my body clock now (I used to want to be in bed by 9 or 10 PM, lmao) and I stay up until anywhere between 12-2 AM on weekdays.

...do you usually wake up? Ranges between 6-7:30 AM.

...did you last watch a movie? September.

...did you last go to a party? Around Februaryish, 2020.

...did you last cry? I can’t really recall. The last moment I can remember was crying over Life Goes On sometime last month, when I heard it for the first time. I’m just not sure if that’s accurate or when exactly in April that happened.

...did you laugh really hard? I always have a good laugh at least once a day.

...did you buy something pricey last? Idk what you would count as pricey but I bought the new BTS photobook set when it dropped back in April. Cost me around ₱3750. I wasn’t able to buy from the first press (it sold out in like 7 minutes lol) which included an exclusive poster set, so I had to look for a local shop that was already offering the poster set separately, and ended up shelling out another ₱2200 for it...which means all in all I spent around ₱5950 for it or roughly $125.

...did you have an argument last? Earlier this evening but I don’t want to get into it as it made me cry from sadness and frustration for the first time in months.

...did you last have a sick day? May last year.

...did you last recieve a hug? I have no idea. February, I think? when I hung out with my friends.

...when is your best friend’s birthday? July 22 or September 15, depends on which best friend.

...did you learn how to drive? I started getting lessons when I was 17, but I didn’t start feeling comfortable with it until I turned 18.

...did you last receive a surprise? Around a couple of weeks ago when my dad came home with Jollibee for us.

:: How ::

Many pets do you have? Two.

Many houses have you lived in? Three that I can remember, but I know my parents moved around a bit when I was a newborn.

Often do you shower? Every morning before my shift. I hate feeling sweaty and icky when I report for work.

Well can you cook? I can’t at all.

Many close friends do you have? I have two people I count as my absolute best friends, but I have a handful of close friends as well.

Many Brothers or sisters do you have? One of each.

Often do you go swimming? I don’t swim much at all, really...I haven’t done it since 2019, so that should say enough. As relaxing as it is, I feel like the clean-up afterwards can be such a challenge lol. Like if you swim in a pool you have to rigorously wash the chlorine off of you; and if you swim in the sea you have to also be thorough about making sure you’ve removed all the sand from your body.

Many times have you texted today? I don’t think I texted today but I did spend my whole day on chat platforms.

Do you like your toast (colour, topping)? I don’t have super particular preferences; I just like mine on the burnt side.

Do you like your tea and/or coffee? My coffee has to be sweet for me to enjoy it. I can take black coffee/Americano; I’ll just wince a lot with every sip. No tea for me thanks.

Do you like to celebrate your birthdays? With a lot of food.

Are you feeling today? A little frustrated because of an argument incident this evening. But I’m shaking it off and just focusing on the release of Butter tomorrow. My first BTS comeback!!!

Serious are you about your career goals? Very.

Many rooms are in your house? In total, 9.

Many bedrooms in your house? 4.

Did you do in your school exams? I was never consistent. I slacked off a looooooot in grade school; couldn’t give less of a shit about my classes then. I got a bit more hardworking in high school, but I still was a bit lax and I allowed myself to not put a lot of effort in subjects I didn’t care a lot for and that I know I would never have to use in real life, like chemistry or accounting, so there were exams I really excelled in and others that I would fail. It was only in college I started taking my studies incredibly seriously and I believe that showed in the grades I eventually got.

Close do you live to your parents? They’re like, five steps away.

Close do you live to your siblings? My sister’s literally in the room next to mine.

Sensitive to criticism are you? I know it’s something that can never be avoided, so I’m always open to hearing them, especially if it’s meant to help me. It doesn’t mean I enjoy it as it is being given.

Motivated to make changes are you? Depends on my mood and mindset. 

Creative are you (1-10): -0.5.

Hard working are you (1-10): Probably a 22 if I really put my head into a task.

Sporty are you (1-10): I dunno, maybe a 6? I do like playing table tennis, but I’m pretty meh at any other sport.

Musical are you (1-10): 0.

Do you prefer your eggs? Runny yolk; scrambled; or a really packed omelette.

Often do you go out to eat? Before the pandemic, I liked eating out 2-3 times a week.

Would your best friend describe you? Not sure, I never tried asking them this. I hope it’s all nice things, though.

Can someone cheer you up if you’re sad? Send me photos of V. Hahahaha

Often do you meet up with your friends? ...What do you think? D:

Important is religion to you? It is not a part of my life whatsoever.

Old were you when you first stayed overnight from home? 15 or 16, I can’t really remember.

Old were you when you got your first pet? I was maybe 6.

Tech savvy are you? I know enough to survive my own, but I obviously can’t hack into other computers or things like that.

Do you show you appreciate those you care for? Buying them food.

Often do you cut your hair? I only take a trip to the salon once a year.

Often do you paint your nails? Never.

Many countries have you visited? Six.

Boyfriends/girlfriends have you had? Just one.

:: Why ::

... did you choose your username? Because it was straightforward.

... did you take this survey? I like surveys made in categories, and this seemed interesting and varied enough.

... did you choose the career you did? I found that I enjoyed it MILES more than journalism.

...did you last leave the house? I had to go to a local LBC for a work errand.

...did you last give up on something? She wasn’t worth the effort anymore. She hadn’t been for a while, but it took me forever to realize.

...did you search the last thing you searched? I wanted to sing along to the song but it was in Japanese, so I had to look up its lyrics.

...would you give up on someone completely? Oof, I guess you can refer to one of the previous questions. ^

:: If...::

You could live in any country which would you choose? Canada.

You could choose any animal as a pet which one? I’m perfectly content with dogs.

You could be famous for something what would you like? Being known for a funny tweet would probably be enough lol. I have no desire to be famous.

You are sad, how do you combat it? I don’t really get sad anymore these days, so I can’t super remember the go-to tactics I depend on...I guess I like listening to sad songs and allowing myself to wallow in the sadness, because I know I have to accept and process my feelings first before I can be able to calm down.  

You can drive when did you learn? I learned shortly before I started college, when I was 18, because no one was going to be able to take me to university when the school year started.

You could have any job what would it be? Idk, I like the one I have now.

You could go anywhere for a vacation where would you go? Somewhere with a completely different feel and atmosphere, like Norway, Sweden, Finland...that part of Europe, basically.

You could eat anything right now what would it be? Samgak gimbap :/

You wrote a book what genre/topic would it be? It would be a book of essays or maybe a memoir.

You had a theme song what would it be? Idk I don’t really think about this.

You could meet any band/singer in person which one? Billie Eilish seems awesome and easy and fun to talk to.

You could act in any movie which would it be? No thanks.

You get married what venue would you like? Hotel.

If you have kids do you have names picked out? I have one name picked out for a girl but that’s it.

Could describe your dream home what would it be like? Brutalist and minimalist, with large windows, cove lights, and a lot of white space.

You could go back in time what would you change? Break up with Gab earlier.

Could use 3 words to describe your childhood which ones? Could’ve been better.

Could get the answer to any question which question would you choose? When I would die and how, just so I can have peace of mind.

You could have an endless supply of something what would it be? Money, because of course.

Meet anyone who no longer lives who’d you choose? My great-grandfather, mom’s side.

:: Can ::

... you ride a bike? No, never learned.

... you ski? I’ve never even seen snow, so no.

... you bake a cake? I can try but it will probably be very clumsily made as I don’t bake.

... you sing well? I wouldn’t say that. I like singing when I’m alone, but it doesn’t mean I’m any good.

... you do your own taxes? I’ve never tried haha so I guess not.

... you remain calm in a crisis? Depends on how serious it is.

... you do first aid? Let’s just say I wouldn’t volunteer if it comes down to it because I feel like I’d commit one fatal mistake that would make the situation graver. 

... remember your best friend’s family members’ names? Both of their families, yes.

... you fire a gun? I��ve never tried so I doubt it.

... your parents drive? Yep.

...your best friend dance well? They’re not ‘dancers’ per se but sure, they can bust out a move or two.

...you make people laugh easily? Not everyone, but sure.

...stand up for yourself? That’s what I’m trying to learn these days.

...you do a martial art? No.

:: Would ::

You like to learn a new language? That’s always a welcome opportunity.

Save the life of a stray animal? Absolutely.

Know what to do if there was a hurricane? We have several ones come in the country every year so yeah, I can definitely say we’ve long been well-prepared for them.

Try a new cuisine? I do this as often as I can.

Risk your life for anyone? Yes.

You like to get back in touch with someone? No, I’m good now.

You drive in the middle of the night to get a stuck friend? Ina heartbeat.

You Know how to perform CPR? In relation to the first aid question, I wouldn’t volunteer myself in case I make a wrong move.

You likely win in a game of chess? I don’t even know how it works, so no.

You stop talking for a day for $100? Easily.

[amelink66world]

Love of my Life

Heyyy guyss!! This is the new chapter. You can find this story on my wattpad too by the same name. The link is also available on my masterpost. Enjoyyy.

Date Night ( part- 1)

The room had a different aura. It was difficult to describe. It was surreal, radiant. It appeared to have come straight out of a romantic movie.

It was Amelia's idea to trick Mary into believing that her husband was going to be in a coma forever without saying anything. They just had to approach her with a neutral expression, that is, the doctor face, rest will be left up to Mary. The surgeons wanted to cherish the look on Mary's face upon seeing her husband awake and of sound mind.

The shock was evident on her face upon seeing her husband propped up on his back on the hospital bed. She dashed to his bedside and hugged with all her might. The mood changed in the room. It began filling with love. This feeling overpowered all other emotions of the occupants of the room. Mary was continuously whispering I love you in Jai's ear.

Link felt this sweet feeling surge in his veins. They noticed that Nico and Schmitt were hugging and smiling looking at the pair. He wanted to hug Amelia so badly right now. He chanced looking at Amelia as she was the one making him feel this way. He wanted to hug her, kiss her, protect her from everything in this cruel world. He realised he was falling for her. HARD.

            Amelia was experiencing the same thing. She never thought she was capable of feeling any love after Owen. But her she was, standing in a patient's room thinking only about Link. She looked back at him and smiled. He was intently looking at the couple with a soft gaze. She wanted to hug him, tight, kiss him and just stay in his embrace forever. He always made her feel safe, comfortable in her skin and protected. He always made her feel special just by a single look. He was just...something else.

Their eyes met. The whole world seemed to revolve around them. It was just the two of them. Something was drawing them in. They inched closer. The pair smiled and Link wrapped his arm around her shoulder. She leaned into his side feeling content. Link put a small kiss on her forehead and she sighed. This was the best feeling ever!

They left the couple alone and headed towards the nurse's station. Suddenly she felt herself being pulled into an on-call room. It happened so fast that she couldn't comprehend what was happening. She recovered from her initial shock when she felt two strong arms wrap around her waist pulling her into a big, warm body. She wrapped her arms around the owner of those gorgeous hands' neck and inhaled his scent. Link was smothering her face with kisses. He just couldn't control this bubbling feeling in his heart and just wanted to be near her.

                 Amelia sighed at his touch and ran her fingers through his hair. Taking his own sweet time, Link pulled back. He was staring deep into her eyes, their noses were so close to each other that they almost touched. " Amelia Shepherd, would you like to go on a date with me? "  Link looked so innocent when he asked this question that Amelia nearly missed that famous smirk of his. His eyes twinkled in the dimly lit room with playfulness and hope.

Amelia pretended to think for a second making him frown. " Um, let me see. Shall I go with you? Hmm, maybe I should? Or shall I not? ", her eyes were full of mirth and she enjoyed teasing him. Link pouted petulantly. Amelia laughed and hugged him, burying her face in the crook of his neck. " Of course I'll go on a date with you, silly." She could practically feel Link's smile. He tightened his arms around her waist wanting to hold her much closer. Now that he officially got her, he never wanted to let go. " Yayy! I'm the luckiest man in Seattle right now! "

          

  She pulled back slightly with shock evident on her face. " In Seattle?! You should say you're the luckiest man in the whole world! ", she playfully smacked him on the chest. Link grinned and held her hand which attacked him, pulling her back to him again. He smiled and whispered in her ear with utmost sincerity," No doubt, I am." His words made her heart flutter and a shiver ran down her spine. They stayed like that in each other's arms for several more minutes before going to their respective floors. Before departing, Link questioned her, " Pick you up at 7? "

" Sure. But wait, what shall I wear? Casual or something you know...?", she raised her eyebrow suggestively. Link's eyes twinkled and he chuckled,  " Definitely that something! " Amelia nodded before kissing his cheek and waving him. Link lingered for a few more seconds, just staring at her retreating form before going on his way. How did I get so lucky?

At 6:15 in Meredith's house:

Amelia pounded on Maggie's door. " Maggie!! MAGGIEEEE, I need your urgent help. Come out."

Maggie rushed out looking disheveled.

" What? What? Did someone try to kill you? Did someone die? Wait. IS THERE AN INTRUDER?! Where are the kids? OH MY GOD! " Maggie went in a full panic mode. Amelia just stared at her sister. She can be so crazy sometimes. She laughed and tried to stop her. She cupped her shoulders, " Hold up, Maggie. To answer your questions, no, no and no. Kids are at a sleepover with Rene, so chill. Nothing's wrong. God. You make me not the crazy sister sometimes," she guffawed.

Maggie hit her on the shoulder. " What the hell, Amelia. What IS the problem then? "

Amelia sheepishly shrugged her shoulders, " Well, uhh I'm going on a date and I don't exactly know what to wear. Can you please help me decide? ", Amelia pouted. Anger left Maggie's body and was quickly replaced by enthusiasm.

" You're going on a DATE? Amelia I want the details. With whom? Is he from the hospital? Of course, he is. Is it Dr. Fitz from cardio? Oh, Amelia he's great. Amazing doctor. Great attending. Hot. SO DAMN HOT. And he's secretly after you too. I've totally seen him stare at you numerous times. He even asked me once if you were single," Maggie winked.

" Dr. Fitz likes me ?! Wow." She giggled sheepishly but couldn't picture herself with that hot doctor. The only man on her mind was a certain orto surgeon who was hotter than Fitz. In fact, the hottest doctor in the hospital. And today he was all hers. " No, God, Maggie no." She pulled her into her room. " I'll tell you who it is. Help me out first. "

                There were dresses lined up on her bed. First outfit was a pant- suit similar to what she wore at the conference. Link really liked that outfit and everything began from there. The second one was actually tooo sexy for today. It was a blue dress that ended just a few inches above her knees and clung to her figure. I'll keep this for some other day, she thought smugly. The last one was a black floral dress that reached her knees and was snug fit. Fortunately, Maggie lifted that one, " This. " Amelia smiled at her." Okay thanks, Maggie." She then rushed her out of the room. " I need to get ready. Bye "  Maggie was speechless, " You were supposed to tell who you're going with! "  She humphed and left to gloat.

There was a knock at the door sharp at 7. Maggie tried to reach downstairs before Amelia to see who is was that her sister was so excited about but Amelia beat her to it. She was never the one to dress up but today was special. She wanted to look good for Link. She put on some light makeup which looked perfect on her pale skin and complimented her eyes. She wore small hoop earrings and a silver watch. Nothing too much, nothing too less either.

Her eyes bulged out when she reached the glass door. Link was looking dapper, freaking handsome. She couldn't take her eyes off him. He was standing with a bouquet of very beautiful red roses. Do I need to go through this whole date thing before jumping his bones? How am I gonna do that?!

             Link on the other hand was rendered speechless at the sight of her. Ahhh, she looks so damn sexy. She looks absolutely gorgeous. God I really like her. I just can't wait to get to know her better. She's all mine today.

" Hi ," she said sheepishly.

" Hey. You look...", he trailed off, thinking of an appropriate word other than sexy. Amelia looked up with her hopeful eyes sporting a small knowing grin. "...gorgeous, Amelia. God, you're so beautiful." He leaned in to kiss her softly on the lips. The kiss was soft at first but was taking a different turn fast. Amelia slightly pulled back and grinned up at him. Her cheeks were rosy and Link kissed her forehead. She leaned in to put a lingering kiss on his cheek.

             

  He handed her the bouquet, " And these milady, are for you." He bowed to put on a show. Amelia laughed and took the Rose's from his hands. " You're such a dork." She then put the bouquet in a vase situated near the door and took his hand. "Let's go," she whispered with a soft smile. Link couldn't believe his luck. How will I control myself if she keeps looking at me like that? This will surely be a long night. He was really excited to finally go out with her.

" IT'S LINK ??!!, " he heard a holler. Amelia yelped before pulling him outside. She laughed nervously before speaking, " Let's just go, okay. Ignore her."

Maggie came down the stairs to a shocking sight. Amelia kissing Link. She couldn't control her outburst. " Amelia, wait. Come back here." But she literally ran away in her heels.

Wasn't it just a one-time thing? And what did she call it, Pain Management, right? Nonsense. Huh, didn't I tell her to date Link in the first place? No one ever listens to me. Huh, I'm so smart.

In the car:

The car ride was peaceful with Link's hand on her thigh caressing trying to calm her down. This was what Amelia wanted to avoid. Maggie finding out. Now she'll never hear the end of it! Ughh. Link kept stealing glances at her. She was nervous. What in the hell was all of that?  " Amelia, are you okay? What exactly was that? ", he chuckled.

               Amelia stuttered, " Ughh, um, no...nothing. It was just Maggie being Maggie," she laughed nervously. Link side-eyed her. He raised his eyebrow with a serious expression prompting her to spill. Like a kid caught red-handed stealing cookies, Amelia answered, " Well, Maggie kinda told me way back to date you. But I didn't listen to her and now look where we are. Doing exactly that." She looked down at her hands.

          

   They had reached the famous Italian place in town by then. He parked the car before turning in her direction. He lifted her chin with his fingers. " Our timing was wrong at that time. Nothing else. Sooo, did you do a wrong thing by listening to her now? ," he asked her with a hint of insecurity. Amelia looked up at his eyes with confidence. " Of course  not. I can't even think like that. I'm really happy with you. I was looking forward to this night," her cheeks coloured.

That fluttering feeling returned and tugged at their hearts. She looked so beautiful to Link with her twinkling eyes and blushing cheeks that he leaned down to kiss her burning cheeks. He knew how flustered she could get around him. He couldn't help but tease her. " Calm down, Amelia. Breathe," he whispered in her ear. He then got down and walked towards her side of the car. Ughh I'll kill him. That man is doing it purposely. Huhhh. When did it get so hot in here? Amelia was fanning her face when Link opened her door. He helped her out of the car and wrapped her arm tightly around her waist.

Amelia teased, " Such a gentleman." He laughed, "At your service, madam." She laughed and smacked him on the chest. He took her to a fancy Italian restaurant. He knew she loved Italian. Amelia smiled warmly at him.

Author's Note:

Heyy guys!!! I just couldn't wait to post this new chapter!!

Anyways, this chapter is kinda short as it is divided into two parts. The next part will be released by tomorrow. I hope you like it ;) Suggestions are welcome in the comments section. So enjoy. Until then.

[toevenexist]

Awestruck

Hey Everyone, this is the next part to Squishy! 

Its VERY VERY long. A combination of all the prompts and idea’s people have requested and shared with me. (If you sent a prompt, I’ve tried to include it all here).

I hope you enjoy it! Let me know your thoughts and wants, I love to her from you. I’m going to try and get a new chapter out every week before the next episode. If you want to read something, if you’re watching the show and wish they would include something; Let me Know!! XXXX

The air was crisp as they stepped from the car. The tendrils of winter had began to disperse and cool all that it touched. No leaves remained green, all brown and curled, waiting on the wind to make them dance enough to fall. Amelia peered up at the sky as they made their way to the house, eyes reflecting it back. 

She didn’t notice she’d stopped walking, until she felt Link come up behind her, felt his arms wind around her, and shield her, steady her. He looked up too, trying to see what she was seeing. The sky was extra deep today, Amelia thought. She felt as if she could look past the clouds and past the blue, passed the faint stars. She felt very small there, under the sky, enclosed in strong warm arms. “Okay?” Link whispered. She only nodded, meaning it. She felt momentarily light, and  completely unburdened by worries. “Come on now, in we go before we freeze” he said, holding her tighter, driving her forward.

“Mmmnn couch…” Amelia said, peeling off her jacket, and heading straight for the couch as soon as they entered Meredith's. Link took off his coat and shoes before following her. He leaned down and took off her shoes, dropping them beside her. 

“Amelia? That you?” Meredith called out from the kitchen, poking her head around and then walking to them. “You’re home early?”

Amelia was lounged back on the couch, “Yeah… I was sick in the ER.”

“She passed out” Link butt in, eyebrows raised.

 Meredith gasped, “What?”

“I was getting to that” Amelia said, dropping her head back.

“You passed out? Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. 

“Dehydrated?” Meredith looked to Link and he nodded as Amelia said ‘yes, probably.’ 

“Right well I’ll get you some juice? Or a smoothie, smoothie’s probably good for you?” Meredith spoke as she headed back to the kitchen. Amelia squinted, twisting her lips, “I don’t really…”

“No arguments!” Meredith yelled from the kitchen. Amelia sighed, smiling up at Link, who grinned down at her. 

“You got told��� he chuckled sitting down by her head. She rest her head in his lap and closed her eyes. He watched her, threading his fingers through her hair, smiling when she sighed contently. Her features relaxed slightly as she allowed herself to soften against Link’s touch, and her breathing gentled and evened.

 Link continued to watch as she drifted off, continuing to play with her hair with one hand, gently rubbing the side of her stomach with the other. 

“What do you want in your smoothie, I put banana and…” Meredith came back in then holding the blender’s jug in her hand. She stopped in her tracks when she saw that Amelia was asleep. Her posture sank and she smiled sympathetically. 

“Shall I just throw some berries in there and some mango and put it in the refrigerator?”

“I’m sure she’d appreciate that” Link said, nodding, looking back down at her. Meredith smirked, observing the pair. 

She frowned slightly, “She’s a little flushed, is she warm?” Meredith asked, moving to them. Link pressed the back of his hand to Amelia’s forehead and Meredith did too. Amelia stirred. “She’s warm....” 

“I’m cold” Amelia stated, opening her eyes and peering up at Meredith. “What’s going on?” 

“You’re warm, and flushed, I think you have a fever” 

 “Ughh, no, I’m fine I’m just…”

“I’m gonna get the thermometer” Meredith ignored Amelia’s protests, a frown now fixed her features.   

Amelia pouted, turning onto her back, looking up at Link. He rested his hand against her stomach, and brushed her hair back from her forehead. “Am I flushed? I don’t feel warm…” Sha said, bringing her own hand up to her face, pressing its back against her cheeks, they felt hot.

“You are flushed… do you still feel unwell?” 

“Yeah” she whined, raising up her knees. “I feel nauseous, but I don't feel ill ill” 

Link hummed, looking up at Meredith as she came back in, holding out the thermometer. 

“Here... “ Meredith held it out to Amelia. Amelia took it and placed it in her mouth, sinking back against Link’s lap. He pursed his lips, watching her, rubbing her stomach.  

“Do you’all have to watch” She said, thermometer muffling her speech. Meredith rolled her eyes. Link chuckled, looking up at Meredith instead. The device beeped and Amelia took it out, observing it, groaning and flopping her head back at the sight. Link took it; “101, you have a fever.” 

“You should go and get checked out?” Meredith said, 

“What?” Amelia retorted, frowning, looking up at Link.

“No, maybe we should just call Carina?” Link said, shrugging, reasoning what Amelia went on to say;

“I was just checked over, they took bloods” Amelia said as she sat up, she froze, gripping the back of the sofa. She grimaced and closed her eyes, puffing out a long and steady breath. 

“Amelia?” Meredith stepped forward, tilting to the side, trying to discern what was wrong. Amelia sat still, hair curtaining her face. 

“I don’t feel so good” she uttered, swallowing hard, bringing a hand up to her forehead as a dull ache settled in. 

“You want to lie back down?” Link asked, cupping a hand around her shoulder. Amelia felt her stomach roll uncomfortably, and she nodded.  

“I’ll get some Tylenol” Meredith said, backing into the kitchen. 

“I felt okay lying down” Amelia said, slowly sinking back onto her back.

“That’s okay, just lie down… what do you need?” Link said, scanning her, concern pulling at his brows. 

Meredith passed her a glass of water then, and some Tylenol and Amelia sat up slightly to take them. “When was the last time you ate?” Meredith asked, folding her arms.

Amelia hummed, lying back down. “Um, this morning,” she muttered, resting her hand on top of Link where it rest on her stomach, closing her eyes. 

“You should try and eat?” Link said, brushing his thumb back and forth against her small bump. Amelia nodded softly. “Um...some pasta, with some hummus on it”

“Can I put some veg in there?” Meredith asked, trying to think of ways to up the nutritional value of the food.

“Okay, bland though, cauliflower… something like that” Amelia drawled, barely moving her mouth, she rest one hand over her eyes.

“Alright…” Meredith smiled warmly to Link, “You want anything?” she asked him and he shook his head. “I’ll grab something later, thank you though.”

They faintly heard Maggie’s voice then and the musical tones of the children giggling and singing. All the sound grew louder as the front door opened and Maggie came in, Ellis in a pram, Zola and Bailey following. As soon as they moved into the house and saw Amelia lying down they quietened, and Zola and Bailey moved curiously towards her. They stopped at the side of the couch.

 “Are you okay auntie Meelia?” Bailey asked sweetly, resting his hands against her shoulder. Amelia smiled, “yeah I’m okay… just having a little sickness”

“You’ve been sick lots” Zola said, nodding, worried. Link smiled tightly, watching the interaction intently, continuing to rub her stomach, hoping Amelia might find some comfort from it. 

 “Maybe you have a baby in your belly, like mommy did?” Zola said, looking at Link’s hand, up at Link then back to Amelia.

 “You having a baby?” Bailey asked sweetly, gritting his teeth into a cautious and incredibly cute smile. Amelia looked at them, in mild shock that they’d figured it out. 

She eyed Maggie and then Meredith momentarily, seeing that they were both smiling widely. “You two are so smart!” Amelia said, forcing some enthusiasm into her voice, circling an arm around the pair and pulling them into a haphazard hug. They both squealed and giggled and bounced on their feet. Meredith shushed them, “Stay calm now, Auntie Meelia is not feeling well.” 

They mellowed immediately, well at least Zola did. Bailey started jumping up and down around the room and Meredith laughed, sweeping him up and into her arms. “Come on mister, lets get some food in all our bellies” Meredith said, walking him into the kitchen. Maggie just smiled, holding Ellis against her hip. She mouthed “Are you alright?” and left following a small nod from Amelia.

 Zola sat down beside Amelia’s legs on the couch and rest her small hand against Amelia’s stomach. “You’re feeling sick?” Zola asked, rubbing Amelia’s stomach the way Link was. Amelia looked down at where the pairs hands were moving and then back to Zola. 

“Yeah, well I was normal pregnant sick and now I have a bit of a fever”

“Oh… maybe you’re getting flu?” 

“Maybe… we should get you a job in the ER” Amelia said, chuckling. Zola smiled bashfully, and giggled, looking back to Amelia’s stomach. “I’m gonna be a big cousin?” Zola said, looking up to Link, who grinned and nodded, “You are!” 

Zola smiled wider and tensed up as she tried to contain her excitement. “I’m so excited, a little baby” she calmed as she thought it through, smiling wistfully back to Amelia’s belly. 

“Zola, will you ask Auntie Amelia if she needs anything?” Meredith called from the kitchen, knowing that Zola likes to play helper. 

“Do you need any help with things?” Zola asked, as if they hadn’t all just heard Meredith. “I could get some pillows from your bed like I get when I’m sick, and the nice fluffy blanket?” Zola asked, nodding, wide eyed, as if she was prescribing these things. 

Amelia smiled and rolled her bottom lip, “I would love that Zola, thank you.” And with that Zola jumped up from the couch and bound down the hall, running up the stairs. 

Amelia relaxed a little, allowing herself to fall back into the feeling of being unwell. She looked up at Link and smiled warmly, eyes lidded. “Now that was cute” He said, beaming toothily, 

“I know” She said, meeting his gaze, eyes glistening. She fidgeted in her position, turning so that she could nuzzle her face into Link’s stomach, mumbling, “sleepy time.”

Link laughed, feeling warm with love at the feeling of Amelia wrapped around him. He brushed her hair from her face, taking in her profile. “When Zola gets back you’re going to have to replace me with pillows for a while, I need to shower” He said. 

She groaned in response, moaning “alright” as she wound her arms around him. 

Zola came back then, wearing her pyjama’s. She had a huge heap of pillows and blankets in her arms, she almost couldn’t see over the top.  

“Woh Zola!” Link said, laughing, squeezing Amelia’s shoulder and helping her to sit up.

“We having a pyjama day?” Amelia asked, as Zola swapped places with Link, and stood up on the couch, arranging the pillows and then throwing the blanket in the air, spreading it out over the couch and Amelia.

”Yep” Zola said, leaping across the room, turning on the TV and then joining Amelia back on the couch. 

“Alright, I’m going to take a shower, I’ll be back in a bit” Link said, locking eyes with Amelia, receiving a silent assurance that she was okay. 

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When Link returned Amelia was asleep, legs over Zola’s lap. Zola sat quietly watching the TV, as she ate a bowl of ice-cream. Link leaned in the doorway, running his eyes over Amelia. “She’s eaten, fell asleep straight after, so I think it’s going to stay down” Meredith said, she sat on the adjacent couch. 

“I’ll get her to bed” Link said, nodding to himself, making his way towards her. 

He thought for a moment about waking her up but didn’t want to risk consciousness bringing, with it, more nausea. He pulled the blanket off of her and Zola lifted her bowl from atop Amelia’s legs. 

She stirred slightly as he lifted her, she lolled her head into the crook of his neck and moaned within a soft sigh. Link held her tightly, uttering “goodnight” to Meredith and Zola as he turned into the hallway.  

She stirred again as Link reached the top of the stairs, brows furrowing as she attempted to find her bearings. She hummed, slurring “Link” as she opened her eyes. 

“Hey, you’re alright” Link assured her, reaching the bedroom.

 She hummed again, wrapping an arm around his neck. She sighed as Link lowered her onto her bed. 

She curled her arms around herself, muttering “cold,” shrugging her shoulders. Link stood beside her, looking over her,  she still needed to change for bed. He decided to let her settle for a little while first, let her stomach settle, worried that too much movement might trigger more nausea. 

This had been the first evening in weeks that she’d been able to keep food down. He pulled the duvet over her and lied down beside her, jogging the bed slightly. She slowly opened her eyes and side eyed him, without moving her head. She smiled tiredly, “thank you for bringing me to bed” she spoke softly. 

“That’s alright” 

“I need to get out of my clothes”

“You do”

Amelia sighed, and closed her eyes, breathing in deep. 

“How are you feeling now?”

“I feel ill... my head hurts” Amelia said, covering her face with her hands, rubbing it vigorously, groaning. She pushed down the duvet, feeling suddenly too hot, before throwing her arm over her face. She felt Link caress her stomach, pushing up her shirt, his splayed hand covering, and comforting her. 

A smile pulled at her lips, face still hidden. She peaked out from behind her arm and eyed him; his eyes were wandering around her figure, mouth slightly agape. Amelia smiled wider, “Link?” 

He almost shuddered at the disruption, and then grinned, meeting her gaze before looking back to her stomach. “I keep trying to wrap my mind around it… that there’s a tiny human, half you and half me… in there” he shook his head, smiling toothily as he pointed at her stomach. “And they’re growing, like… actually visibly growing” he shook his head again, in disbelief. “It’s amazing…. I… it’s just really…” He shook his head then, looking back to Amelia’s face, his smile becoming bashful. 

Amelia relaxed, tension leaving her body as she allowed for his awe, and love, to warm her. She pulled a pillow more firmly under her head and looked down at herself, where his hand curled around her stomach. 

She tilted her head into his shoulder, wrapping her far arm over her torso, resting it against Link chest, gently clawing at the fabric of his shirt.

 He was lying on his side, facing her, tight against her. He looked back to her eyes, and pursed his lips, smiling softly. He leaned in and pressed a firm kiss to her forehead. She hummed, closing her eyes. 

“Right you. Come on..let’s get ready for bed” He said, lips moving, ghosting against her skin, tickling her. She smiled, and nodded, sighing, “Alright.”

 She reached down, unbuttoning and unzipping her pants, pausing, gathering her energy before lifting her hips and pushing them down. Link sat up and pulled them over her ankles and off her feet. She sat up too, hair askew, mouth pouting, as she pulled her shirt off.  “I need to pee” she said, sighing, eyes closed, her head was thumping, protesting her sitting up. 

“Here…” He held open the neck of one of her vest’s, and she ducked her head through it, threading her arms through. She lowered it herself, over her stomach, peering down at it. Her stomach grew rounder by the day, and was especially bigger in the evenings. It shocked her every time she allowed herself to really look at it, to really think about it.   

“And some pants…” Link knelt in front of her, holding the waistband of her sweats open. This had been their routine for the past four or so days. Evenings seemed to be the worst time for Amelia’s nausea and they’d found the less she moved, the less she puked. 

 He reached for her hands once her pants were almost up and she stood slowly, palms against Link’s back for support as he bent over to pull them all the way up.

 “Right, you good?” Link asked, standing up now, in front of her, hands against her sides. 

“Yup, I think so” she said, swallowing and clenching her teeth, closing her eyes as pain spiked and radiated down her neck and across her forehead. She mused at how it felt like a migraine. She gripped and squeezed Links forearms, taking in a steady, deep breath, before letting go and making for the door.

Walking slowly down the hall, she rubbed her stomach in an effort to soothe the dull ache there. “Hey” Maggie exited the bathroom, she put her hands on her hips, looking down at Amelia’s stomach; “Bumps coming along” she said, moving aside from the bathroom door. 

Amelia chuckled, still holding her stomach, turning back to Maggie from inside the bathroom, leaning against the frame as she spoke; “I know.”

“I’m off to bed, you need anything before I go?” she said, observing Amelia’s pale complexion.

Amelia smiled, and shook her head, looking down, “Thank you, I’m alright.”

“Alright then, well… Come here” Maggie stepped towards her and pulled her into a hug. 

Amelia smiled, brows furrowing. “What’s this about?”

“Nothing, I just… I feel protective of you, I just want to give you a hug” 

Amelia pursed her lips, and chuckled “okay” hugging her back. The hug lasted long enough for the pair to relax into it. 

“Okay…” she pulled back, and met Amelia’s gaze, “Goodnight” she said, brushing her hands up and down Amelia’s forearms briefly before leaving.

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Link slowly roused from sleep, his bearings returning to him slowly. The room was dark, he frowned, reaching out for Amelia. He found she was sitting up, and his stomach dropped when her heard her gasp. 

He shot up. “Amelia…” the clock read 3.50. He searched for her hands and found them wrapped around her stomach. “Amelia, talk to me” 

“My stomach hurts, it…” she huffed and curled forward wincing. Link shifted down the bed and pressed the back of his hand to her cheeks and to her forehead. She was burning up, he felt his throat constrict and he cleared it. “Amelia… we need to get to the hospital okay? Find out what’s going on.”

Amelia wept, grimacing, heavy pain settling in her lower back, sharp spikes radiating around her stomach and hips. “It hurts Link…”

“Come on, it’s okay… you’re okay” He stood up, speeding around to her side. “Alright babe, can you walk? Can you stand?” 

Amelia hiccuped, slowly shifting her feet off of the bed, clammy hands reaching for Link. As she stood, she released a pained groan, bending at the waist, resting her head against Link’s chest. “Oh Amelia” Link felt tears burning in his eyes. “Can you walk?” 

“Yeah”

“I can lift you”

“No… I can walk” she said, taking Link’s hand, holding it tightly, her other held her stomach. They made it halfway along the hallway before she stopped, stooping over her stomach, crying out. Link just stood helplessly, beside her, holding her steady. “Breathe, just breathe, you’re alright, you’re okay” he uttered. Amelia wept, shaking her head.

“What if…. What if I’m…”

“No Amelia, don’t go there, just take it as it comes alright… breathe” He rubbed her back firmly. She slowly stood up again, leaning into him. 

“Guy’s? Amelia? What’s going on?” Maggie had been awoken, now peering out from her dark room. She caught sight of Amelia and sped towards her. “What’s wrong? Is it the baby?”

“She’s burning up, and has stomach pain” 

“And my back” Amelia added, continuing along the hall. 

“Maybe it’s Appendicitis?”

“We’re going to the hospital” 

“I’ll come with you guys, I’ll drive” 

“No Maggie, you go ba…” Amelia stopped again, just by the stairs, gasping, eyes watering. She groaned softly, feeling pain spider-walk out from her hips and spread around her bump. She struggled to catch her breath and gasped. 

“I insist” Maggie said, arms folded tightly as she watched Amelia, eyes wide and worried. 

“Thank you Maggie” Link said, guiding Amelia back up to standing.

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Link insisted Amelia sit in a wheelchair from the car, and Amelia put up no protest, sitting down and pulling her jacket tighter around herself. She may have had a fever, but she didn’t feel it. Things were quiet as they arrived into the ER; four in the morning on a Wednesday. Teddy Altman saw them first and her eyes widened at the sight. She sped over, looking over Amelia. “Hey? What’s going on?”

“We called ahead, someone from OB should be waiting?” Maggie said, pacing ahead of them, she scanned the ER. Teddy just nodded, shocked to see Amelia like that, and to find out she was pregnant. Amelia had been successfully hiding her bump with scrubs and baggy clothes. Now, in a vest top and with her jacket not reaching all the way around her, her condition was obvious.

 “This way, we’ll get you into a side room” Teddy said, walking them to a room. 

“Alright Amelia, let’s get you on the bed” Link said, crouching slightly in front of her. Amelia nodded, breathing through pursed lips as she took his hands. Link lifted his eyes to Teddy, and nodded towards Amelia, asking for help. Teddy jumped forward, moving the wheelchair away as soon as Amelia was off it, placing her hands on Amelia’s waist, steadying her as she moved to the bed.

“Tell me what’s going on?” Teddy said, as Amelia sat down again. Amelia took in a sharp breath and held it.

 “I’m  at 12 weeks…” she stopped, closing her eyes, as she held back tears. Link frowned, gritting his teeth, he placed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed, working his hand up the back of her neck, into her hair. 

“I’ve been having ordinary sickness. And passed out yesterday, I had my bloods…” She stopped again, closing her eyes momentarily, swallowing back a bout of nausea. 

“Bloods were normal… she was just dehydrated. We went home, and Meredith noticed she was flushed. We took her temp and it was…”

“101” Amelia input.

“101, she’s eaten, and not been sick again”

“I woke up around 3ish… with pain in my stomach, my hips, and my back …” She brought a hand to her head and continued “and my head is thumping.”

“Alright, have you taken temperature recently?” 

The pair both shook their heads, and Teddy nodded. “You’re still nauseous?” Teddy asked and Amelia nodded. 

“Alright, I’ll have the nurse come and take your temperature again, and the rest of your vitals. I think we should get a urine sample too, rule out a water infection” she said, nodding, eyes down to the chart. “I’ve noted everything down, so we’ll just pass the file to the OB when they get here, so you don’t need to go through it all again” Teddy said, smiling warmly, placing the file under her arm. She ran her eyes over Amelia and then around the room. “I’ll grab you some things so you’ll be a little more comfortable in here” She said, as she made her way to the door. Link smiled tiredly, and nodded his thank you. 

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Teddy came in with a couple of pillows and a blanket a short while later, just as a nurse was taking some bloods. The OB arrived about thirty minutes later, having been hurried along by Maggie. 

“Hi Amelia, I’m so sorry for the wait, but we’ve had time to get results from your tests. I’m got some idea of what’s going on, but I want to get a sonogram to confirm and check we’re not missing anything” 

“Well can you tell us what you think it is?” Link asked, throwing his hands up, shaking his head, not liking the idea of spending more time in the dark as to what was wrong with Amelia. 

The Ob pursed her lips, glancing at the pair, considering it. “Okay... Well your bloods came back and your WBC was slightly high, suggesting you have an infection. You’re urine sample showed that you have a water infection, which explains that. Now if it wasn’t for the pain you’re in, I’d say ‘UTI’ and I’d send you home with antibiotics. But I suspect that you may have pyelonephritis, which is what I’d like to confirm, as well as checking in on the little one” 

Amelia inhaled deeply upon hearing the possible diagnosis, nodding. “This will be your first scan?” The OB asked, looking down at the file again, and back to them. Link answered “Yes” and took Amelia’s hand gently squeezing it. 

“Alright, well, we’ll get you up to OB and get a detailed scan done. If I’m correct about the kidney infection we’ll need to keep you in and administer IV antibiotics overnight and throughout the day okay?” Amelia nodded, eyes lidded, exhaustion from pain, and sleeplessness was threatening to drag her to sleep. 

The OB smiled sympathetically. “We’ll just take this gurney up, I can see you’re exhausted” She said, indicating the bed Amelia was lying on, lifting up the bedrail on one side. Link did the same on the other. Amelia released a soft sigh of relief, and closed her eyes, feeling herself drifting. 

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“Amelia…” she heard Link’s voice and clung to it, to pull herself from sleep. She opened her eyes and found herself in a dimly lit room. “We need to get you ready for the scan” Link said, nodding.

 “Need my pants off?” she slurred, knowing they might want to do an internal scan as part of it. He pursed his lips, watching as Amelia attempted to lift her hips, whilst simultaneously pushing down her pants. She only managed a bit and he stopped her, draping a sheet over her before helping with the rest. She pulled up her shirt and threw her arms above her head, wincing as she recognised the pain she was in. 

Her eyes were closed again, she felt Links warm hand against her clammy forehead, soothing her hair back, and she sighed. She felt his lips against her temple and the sensation had her relaxing further, almost falling back to sleep. 

The OB came back into the room then, talking calmly, aware that Amelia was in and out of sleep. “Okay Amelia, I’m going to start the scan now…” She said, tapping some keys on the sonogram machine and then squeezing some gel onto Amelia’s stomach. Amelia forced her eyes open, screwing them shut and then opening them again, as she tried to shake her exhaustion. 

Link ran his hand up and down her arm, squeezing it intermittently. The OB began the scan, placing the probe against her stomach. Amelia looked to Link and found him to be ghostly white. She moved one hand from above her head, reaching out so he could hold her hand in his lap. She smiled softly, and he sighed, relaxing at he sight of her, realising how deeply he’d fallen into his worries. 

“Okay, you’ve definitely got a kidney infection… so that’s that… I’ll check everything else now, and then I’ll get a few more angles of your kidney” The Ob said, not taking her eyes from the screen. Amelia nodded, looking up to the ceiling, resisting the urge to close her eyes.

There was an unbearably long stretch of silence then, keys being tapped, probe moving from one side of Amelia’s stomach to the other and then back. The OB adjusted the screen. The longer the silence, the stronger the sinking feeling Amelia felt within herself. Nausea bubbled at the back of her throat.

“Is…” Link had enough, “If everything okay?” 

The OB nodded, “Yes… I’m just…” her eyes remained glued to the screen. 

Amelia turned her head, trying to see, but she couldn’t see it. She looked at the OB’s face instead, watching her eyes focus in on the screen, flitting around. The OB finally met Amelia’s gaze and smiled. 

“I’m just making sure, that what I’m seeing is correct… and it is…” She turned the screen and then moved the probe. “You are pregnant with twins.” 

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The sun was coming up, yellow light crawled in slowly and rest stretched across the pillow beside Amelia. She was curled up on her side, blankets strewn around her, wires and tubes channeling threw the folds of the fabric.

 Link sat awake at the end of her bed, deep in thought, eyes sweeping over Amelia’s form, settling on her face, on her hands, on her stomach, sweeping and settling, and sweeping and settling. A nurse entered the room and smiled kindly. She carried another container of antibiotics. Link looked up to the one still attached to Amelia and saw that it had finished, wondering how he’d not noticed. 

“You should get some sleep, she’s okay” the nurse assured him quietly. Link nodded sharply. “I know, I know she is… I just… I don’t feel like sleeping just now,” he said, looking back to Amelia.

“I can get you a coffee then?” She offered, pursing her lips, shrugging. Link chuckled softly, through his nose, “I’d appreciate that, thank you.” 

She smiled, leaving him alone again. Amelia had been asleep peacefully for a good few hours, exhaustion overriding the pain. 

The doctor had assured him that the pain would likely subside by the time she awoke, after the antibiotics and anti inflammatory’s had worked their magic.  

She was to stay for a few days, and then rest at home. Link had already made a mental list of all the things he needed to do and sort as soon as the day shift began; Inform the chief of her absence and prognosis, and of his leave, he’d decided to take a week off, or more, he’d start with a week. 

He was lost in his thoughts when Amelia roused from sleep. She frowned, not opening her eyes. She lay still, mentally scanning her body, her pain had diminished hugely, to her relief. She could feel a cannula in the back of her left hand. And she could feel thick elastic bands around her stomach, holding two fetal monitors against her. She took in a deep, sharp breath, drying to dilute the overwhelming thought of twins. Two babies. 

She felt movement at the end of the bed and she opened her eyes slowly, looking down. 

“Hi” her voice came out raspy and quieter than she’d expected. Link smiled, moving his hand to her ankle.

 “Hey, how are you feeling?” he asked her. She took in his appearance and could tell he’d not slept. 

“The pain’s not so bad. And my nausea has gone” she said, failing to suppress a yawn. “Did you sleep?”

“I’m okay, I’m not tired” 

“Link you should sleep” she said, rolling her shoulder and arching her back.

“I slept for a good six hours last night, plus your nurse is getting me a coffee” he said, smirking, pointing his index finger up, towards the door. 

Amelia shifted onto her back, and slid her hands over her stomach, over the bands and the monitors. “Is this what’s been keeping you awake?” She asked, resting her hands against the underside of her abdomen. She took in a deep breath and met Link gaze. 

“Yes. I’m not gonna lie, I’ve just been watching you sleep” he chuckled, shrugging. Amelia frowned and smiled, “just watching you and trying to wrap my head around it. I think it’s going to take a while”

“Yeah I agree” Amelia said, looking down at herself. 

“I’m happy though… Amazed actually…” he shifted and half stood, moving up the bed to sit closer to her, taking her hand. “I’m in constant awe” he said, shaking his head, looking down at her stomach, at the monitors, then back to her blue blue eyes. “We’re going to be fine, I truly believe we have this” he grinned toothily, “it’s in the bag”. 

Amelia laughed, appreciating his successful attempt at dispersing the heaviness that had started to weigh on her. “But seriously, I’m awestruck.”

Amelia smirked, “Awestruck?”

“I’ll let you know when I find a more fitting word” he said, leaning forward, kissing her once and then again. She wound her arms round him and pulled him closer, coaxing him into bed with her. He was careful to avoid and arrange the wires and tubes as he settled beside her. He opened his arms and received her into them, winding them around her. She closed her eyes, curling into his embrace, taking in his smell, feeling herself drifting into sleep again. 

Link held Amelia’s tightly, savouring in the feeling of having her so solidly in his arms, he found himself thinking ‘god I love her’ to himself, squeezing his eyes shut, smiling. 

Sleep took them both within minutes.

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Therapy Sessions Ch. 1

Pairing: NeganxOc. Setting: After the line up. Warnings: Idk, portraying Negan badly? Swearing? Summary: Negan picks Kelly (the oc) out of the lineup simply because he has the need to help her. Authors Note: I really don’t have much experiance with writing Negan, so sorry if he is out of character.

Alexandria had been her home since the beginning. At first she loved it. She helped build the walls that kept everyone safe. She loved the people that lived there, but over the years things just kept getting worse. More and more people around her died or left for other communities and it all took a toll on her.

These days it just felt like she was going through the motions. If she smiled it never reached her eyes. She still helped out. She did this because of this reason, went here and did that because the others needed her to, but she didn’t care, not really. She pretended to care about the people around her. That's why she was now helping get Maggie to the doctor at Hilltop.

That's why, even after Negan bashed in Abraham and Glenn's heads, she didn’t cry. She knew she should, everyone else around her was crying their eyes out, but not her. She just sat there, staring off into the distance looking bored until Negan stuck his bat in her face, touching the tip of her dainty nose with the cold bloody wood.

He expected her to give him the same look Rick and the others had, or seeing as how there were no tears on her face that she was in shock. However he was surprised to see her looking at him as if he were any other person. As if he hadn't just brutally murdered her people right in front of her. "Hey, Simon." Negan called and a guy walked over making her brown eyes bounce between the men. "Take this one to my truck." Negan smirked at her, showing his dimples as she stood up and walked around Negan to Simon.

Simon grabbed her upper arm, gripping it hard as he jerked her along. She walked willingly beside him, not putting up a fight. Eventually, she sucked in a hiss of breath as his fingers dug in too hard. "Hey!" Everyone's eyes snapped to Negan who walked over to glare at Simon. "The fuck you think you're doin'?" Simon just stared at Negan. "Did I imply anywhere in my fucking request that I wanted you to fucking bruise her beautiful as fuck body?"

She just glanced between the two of them, wondering what was going to happen next. "No." Simon answered still gripping her arm.

"Then take...your fucking hands...off of her." Simon let go of her arm and she quickly covered the throbbing area with her own hand, trying to cover the fact that in a few hours finger shaped bruises would appear there. He then looked at her, "Sorry about that, Sweetheart. Would you mind hopping into the passenger seat of that red pickup over there?"

She followed his long slender finger to said vehicle then looked back at his face. "No, Negan, I don’t mind." 

Negan beamed down at her and placed his hand on neck and face, sliding his thumb over her cheek bone. “I like you already.” Negan turned his smile to Rick. “Take fucking note from this one, she gets it.” Negan turned back to her and slid his thumb across her cheek, looking for any reaction from her, but got nothing. “Go on sweetheart.” he told her with a head jerk toward the truck as he dropped his hand.

She didn't look back at the people she was leaving behind. Seeing their disappointed faces would only remind her how stupid and careless she was being. A random guy opened the door of the truck for her and offered her his hand as she stepped up on the running board, but she ignored it, climbed inside and let him shut the door.

What felt like hours later, after the sun had started to rise, Negan climbed inside and started the truck. If she looked at him, it would send the message that she cared about where he was taking her and what was going to happen to her. So instead, she kept your eyes straight ahead, staring at the headlight illuminated trees in front of the truck. Negan’s eyes were practically burning a hole into the side of her face so finally she let her eyes look over at him before her head followed. “Do you even care that I just took you away from your people?” Negan asked as he looked away from her and started driving, leading the caravan of cars.

“Not really, no.” she answered, turning her eyes back out of the front glass.

“Really?” he asked disbelievingly.

She shrugged, not looking at him. “They aren’t my people. My people died a long time ago. Those people back there are just the people I existed with.”

He didn’t miss the fact that she said existed with, instead of lived with. It wasn’t hard to figure out that she was badly broken. As soon as his eyes landed on hers in the line up he knew it. But he had to wonder if she knew it and if she wanted to change, if she wanted to feel alive again. She wasn’t the first person he had seen with that look in their eyes, but for some reason she was the first that he wanted to make feel alive again. “Do you want to know why I chose you?”

“No, but something tells me you’re gonna tell me anyway.” She answered matter-of-factly.

“Because you didn’t freak out, you took it all in stride and didn’t even fucking blink.” She was unfazed by his words, all out of fucks to give about why he chose her or what he intended to do with her. “And that mean’s one of two things. You are hard as fucking nails…or you are so dead inside that you couldn't give two shits about anything.” His last words caught her attention and she finally broke her gaze out of the front glass to furrow her brows at him, the first facial expression he had gotten from her. “Which one is it?”

“Does it matter?” she asked turning her head to look out of the widow to her right.

“You bet your hot as fuck little ass it matters.” He said with a laugh in his voice. “One will land you in a very bad place a place you do not want to be. The other…well it’s better.” She slowly turned her gaze to him. “So do not fucking lie to me.”

She stared at the side of his face, taking in his graying facial hair, black leather jacket and hazel eyes. Back in the day, she would have found the man to be extremely attractive, but looking at him now she felt absolutely nothing. “Well, seeing as how I couldn't give two flying fucks in hell about what you plan to do with me or why you didn’t just put me out of my numb existence back there, I'd say I am shattered beyond repair.”

“You’re sure about that?” he asked.

“I might withhold information, but I never lie to anyone, ever.” she answered without looking at him.

After that the drive to the sanctuary was quiet other than the occasional radio call that Negan had to answer. And once they got to the sanctuary, Negan walked around to her side of the truck and pulled her door open then offered her his hand to step down out of the truck. Just like the other guy, she didn’t take his hand and instead hopped down out of the truck not bothering to use the running board as a step. As she looked around what she guessed used to be a factory of some kind, she saw Daryl fighting with everything in him to not be dragged into the sanctuary by the three men who were handling him. Their gazes met for a second and she knew that the wild helpless look in Daryl’s eyes should have some kid of effect on her, but it didn’t. “You ready to see your new home, Dead Girl?” Negan asked as he slapped his hand down on her shoulder.

She tore her eyes away from Daryl and looked up at Negan. “Sure.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and started walking, ushering her along with him.

“Dwight, you know what to do with him. Take care of it.” Negan barked. “I have something more important to take care of.” He led her into the building and through some dim, grey hallways then finally into a small room with a counter running along the back wall. A few kitchen essentials sat along it and a mattress sitting on a box spring made of wooden pallets sat along the wall to the left of the door. Negan motioned to the table sitting in front of the dusty windows on the wall to the right of the door and she willingly sat down in one of the chairs. “Do you know where you are?” he asked as he sat down on the foot of the bed.

"A bedroom.” she answered flatly.

“You are in my bedroom.” He expected some kind of reaction from that, but he got nothing. She assumed by all of his previous comments about her hotness that she was here to do what most adults do in bedrooms. “This is where you’re going to be staying for the foreseeable future.”

She looked up at him and nodded. “Alright. You seem really dominate so I guess it’s a good thing I’m okay with being submissive between the sheets.”

Negan flashed a cheeky smile. “That’s not what you’re here for, but I’m glad you would be cool with that.”

“Whatever you want, Negan.” she replied lacking all emotion.

“It’s not what I want.” His words made her tilt her head in curiously. “My wives are gonna be pissed when they find out you’re in here. They aren’t allowed to stay the night with me.”

“Then why am I allowed to?” she asked not understanding what he was doing or why he was doing it.

“Does it matter?” he asked with a small smile.

“I guess not, your wives…your problems.” She said with a shrug, the fact that he had multiple wives failing to get a reaction out of her.

"Just for curiosity's sake, when was the last time you had your brains fucked out?" Negan asked expecting some kind of look or reaction from his blunt question although he should’ve known better from her previous statement.

She simply leaned back in the chair she was sitting in and crossed her feet at the ankles. "Years ago."

"What about the last time that cold as shit heart of yours actually felt something?" He asked as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.

"Are you my therapist now?" She asked not understanding why he was asking her these stupid questions.

"Just...answer the question." Negan said with a small smile at her slightly smart ass tone. The first variation he had heard from her.

"I can't pinpoint it." She answered with a shrug.

"Okay." Negan sighed, getting tired of attempting to get information out of her for now, as he stood up and motioned for her to do the same. "Here's what's gonna happen." He opened the bedroom door and waved his hand for her to walk out first then followed her out. "My man here is going to bring you to the first class bathroom where you're going to shower while you're doing so he'll have someone hunt you down some fresh clothes. When you're done with that he's gonna take you to the doc. and have a full physical done. From there you and your chart will be delivered back here for the night." He looked from her to the man, "catch all that?" The man simply nodded.

So she took a shower then dressed in a clean, long sleeved red plaid button up, faded black skinny Jean's. The only personal belonging’s she was allowed to keep were the triangle locket she always wore and her black glitter converse. After that she was brought to the doctor’s office where he performed several different tests which included a pregnancy test, well woman’s exam and even her teeth got looked at. Finally after all the results had been written down and stuck inside a Minneola folder, she was delivered back to Negan’s door.

Negan opened the door, motioned her inside then told the man to, “fuck off”. "How did it go?" He asked and she silently handed him the folder. He tossed it aside. "I want you to tell me."

"Clean bill of health. No STDs no lumps in my breasts, I'm at a healthy weight with a healthy blood pressure and I have three tiny cavities that aren't in immediate need of fixing." She answered telling him what she thought was the most important. "Oh and, surprise surprise, I'm not pregnant."

"Good, now," Negan motioned her to the chair at the table that she had been sitting in before then sat down in the chair across from her. It was only then that she noticed the covered plate and two empty ones sitting on the table. "Let's eat."

He lifted the shiny metal cover to reveal two pork chops, grilled carrots, broccoli and cauliflower then strawberries and cantaloupe for desert. He placed a pork chop on her plate and started to put a spoon of vegetables on her plate when she spoke up. "Not to sound ungrateful, but cauliflower makes me gag."

"Alright then." He sighed and picked out all the cauliflower and put it on his plate then gave her two carrots and kept two for himself then scraped all the broccoli onto her plate. "I fuckin’ hate broccoli." He explained and she simply turned her eyes to her plate.

She waited for him to start eating then seeing him watching her expectantly she took a bite of pork. After she swallowed her bite of food and didn’t keel over, she glanced up at Negan and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He smiled at her then shoveled in a bite of pork. "So, what's you're real name, Dead Girl?" It occurred to her then that he had failed to ask her that before and she didn’t think to tell him.

"Kelly Taylor." She answered then returned to eating. They ate in comfortable silence until they were done. Then Negan gathered up their empty plates and cups and set them outside the door to be picked up by one of his people.

Kelly then watched as he pulled off his boots and socks. She thought he was just getting comfortable, but then his shoes where followed by his scarf, jacket and t-shirt. "I'm going to bed. You're welcome to join me or you can make yourself a palette on the floor, you're choice." Her eyes followed his finger to a brown cabinet.

Much to Negan’s surprise, Kelly grabbed a blanket out of the cabinet, pushed most of his sheet and comforter to his side then laid down on the other side of the queen sized mattress and turned her back on him as she covered up. Soon after he turned off the lights her light snores filled the room.

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Family Secrets: Chapter Two

The Phone Call

Summary: Investigating the strange case of what seems like demonic possession, you decide to call Bobby’s cell phone only to reach an unfamiliar voice on the other line. The news he gives you shakes you to your core, completely altering your life forever. 

Warnings: angst, mention of Bobby’s Death

W/C: 2.1k

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Previous Chapter 

After a long night of driving and even longer day of thought, you land yourself at a little motel in a remote town of Kansas. The room is certainly fit for one with its rusted twin bed and matching smokey walls. There isn't much to it outside of a metal table that squeaks at any movement and missing a chair. The atmosphere is so empty that your internal dialogue seems to bounce between the linoleum flooring and peeling ceiling and walls. You can't bare another second of this self-induced torture.

"Okay, pull yourself together," you say to yourself as you button up your best blouse.

Covering the shirt with a blazer that matches your pants, you push away the fears and look into the mirror. Your pale, Y/E/C eyes still laced with tears glisten in the light. "We've got to pull it together," you say louder this time while pulling the shadowy strands of hair from the side of your face and into a tight bun on the top of your head. "Maybe he's fine and just changed the number."

Turning away from the mess in the mirror, you sit on the bed to tie up you boots, "we still have a job to do."

Nerves strike as you rap on the window of an old oak door. You push the lingering thoughts away, and with a jittery hand reach into your pocket for you badge. Through the dusty window, you see a woman with brown hair that meets just below her shoulders. Her golden brown eyes are sunken in and look you over nervously before opening the door just enough to show you her triangular face and petite figure.

"Yes?" she clears her throat, but the words still crack on the way out, "I already spoke with the cops."

"I'm fully aware of that, Mrs. Mill." You force a smile to reassure her, "my name is Maggie Tarnish, and I'm just here to ask a few follow up questions. May I come inside?"

She eyes you and the badge timidly before motioning for you to step inside. "What a beautiful home," you acknowledge as she leads you into the living room and sits on the arm of an old rocking chair. Taking a few steps into the living room, you notice the toys that clutter the floor. "You've kids?"

Mrs. Mill matches your glimpse at television that sits on a stand filled with family movies and crayon colored pictures. "Just one," she clears her throat and motions for you to sit on the couch. "She's napping at the moment."

"Well, I won't take up too much of your time, then. I know how kids can be if they're woken early," you laugh delicately and place your hands in front of you, leaning forward. "I wanted, first of all, to make sure you were all right after the, uh," you pause to search for the right word, "incident."

"Oh, well... thank you. I'm pretty distraught, but I'll be fine." She doesn't look up when she speaks, just keeps her eyes on her hands as they rest in her lap.

"Yes, I've heard from your coworkers that you are a strong woman, Mrs. Mill. You have a 'can-do' attitude, and they seem to admire it. Will you explain to me what happened that day?"

She fiddles with her thumbs, twirling them around each other before she speaks, "I took a different path to work." She looks up at you with doe-eyes, "I live so close that I usually just walk. I got about halfway there when suddenly there was this," she pauses.

You scoot to the edge of the couch to take her hands in your own, "you can talk to me. It's okay."

"The sky was saturated with this bright light, and then, almost suddenly, there was this crackle and a big cloud of different colors. At first it made a loud thundering noise, so I thought it might be weird lightening, but then it started to fizzle out into a purple." Letting out a deep breath she looks back at her hands, "and then I woke up a week later, or at least I hear it was a week."

"Mrs. Mill, what is that you think happened that caused you to pass out?" you say softly, "did you see anyone or... or hear anything?"

She holds her eyes to yours, "I," she shrugs. "I don't know!" She covers her face with her hands, "I should never have told anyone about this." Looking back at you with wide, wet eyes she continues, "nobody believes me. I'm the joke of this town."

"I believe you," you smile. "I've seen weirder, trust me," you laugh.

"I doubt it," she scoffs.

"Do you remember anything from when you were passed out or before? Anything weird?" Noticing her confusion to the question, or lack of interest, you elaborate, "like voices, black smoke? Anyone talking through or over you?"

"What are you saying?" she says, switching into defense mode.

You keep your voice calm, "I'm just trying to check all avenues, Mrs.-"

"No." She stands up and places her hands on her face, "there was no black smoke or voices, or" she pulls her hands down to her sides, "none of that. And - and I think you should leave," she says softly.

"Okay," you say, standing up and heading for the door. "Thank you for your time."

-

When you get back to your motel you're exhausted and wish to rest your eyes, but all you can focus on is the dial tone response you received from calling him. You rip your favorite sweater from the table and slip outside.

The sweet air fills your lungs and the soft breeze passes by your skin, leaving its mark in tiny bumps. You close your eyes and tilt your head to the sky. Hair stands on end as you take another breath of the crisp air. Dark clouds parade the glistening sky and the sun has never been a more captivating and glowing amber.

Staring at your phone, more specifically the number you have dialed, you wonder whether or not it would be a smart move. It had been a long while since you've spoken to or even seen him, but above all you need to know that he's okay.

With a small glimpse of hope, you press the button. It rings for ages before anyone comes to the line. There is a faint sigh and you can almost feel its warmth. With trepidation and excitement you decide to break the silence, "Uncle Bobby?"

An unfamiliar voice meets your ear, shattering the illusion, "who is this?"

"You first," you demand, but the line goes silent save for a low and slow breath. After waiting only as long as you can stand, you growl into the device, "who are you and why the hell do you have Bobby's cell?

After another bout of silence, the voice comes forward, "listen, I hate to be the one to break this to you, whoever you are," there is a heavy pause, "uh, but, Bobby's been dead for over a year."

You can hear the pain in his voice, but it doesn't make it any easier to digest the words. You feel a knot tie up in your throat, and your eyes begin to swell with tears. Each droplet tastes of desperation and anguish. It would explain why the line was disconnected, but you're struggling to believe it. "How?" is all you can muster up.

Even though you don't know who is on the other end of the call, it feels as though you are talking with an old friend. There is a strange intimacy to his voice that almost makes you wish he never hangs up. As if he were talking to a child, his voice thaws, "he uh, he was murdered."

A hot rage fills you and escapes as a nervous and angry giggle. You shake your head. You weren't expecting this, not after what happened to Rufus.

"What?!" the voice thickens, "that's funny to you?" he accuses.

"No," you say, zoning back in. "God, no. I can't help the laugh. Sometimes it just happens, like a reflex, or... something." You forget that you're talking with a complete stranger as the words roll effortlessly off of your tongue. The tears accelerate and no matter how hard you try to hide it, he can hear it in your tremor. "I just never imagined a life without him. I guess I always kind of thought he'd live forever, you know," you say, wiping away the tears with the tattered tail of your sleeve. "Anyway," you say, unsure whether or not he's even on the line, "thanks for tellin', bye."

"Wait," you hear from the phone that's inches away from your puffy cheek.

"What?" you huff.

"I didn't catch your name."

"That's cause I never gave it to you."

The phone slips out of your hand, the screen shattering upon hitting the concrete. You can't remember the last time you felt anything as strong as you feel now. Your entire body is quivering, bound to lose traction at any given moment. Trying to get the door open takes longer than before, now that your strength is leaving through your eyes. With one last turn of the knob and a thrust of your shoulder, the door flies open and the force knocks you to the ground.

A plethora of emotions stews inside of you, yet the only one you struggle with is the fierce and burning anger you've tried for years to conceal. You'd been on your own for so long you forgot what it was like to be held, and you yearn for someone to sooth you, someone who can make you feel calm and safe. Bobby was that person, once upon a time, but now you have absolutely no one except for yourself.

The continual line of thoughts regarding someone you'd never have the chance to see again only adds fuel to the fire in your chest. After grabbing your keys from the bed, you bolt out of the door.

--

Two federal impostors wait impatiently at Mrs. Mill's front door. They see that she's reluctant to come forward, so they flash a smile and their badges. She only opens the door as much as the chain allows.

"Mrs. Mill," Dean says as they put their credentials back into their suits. She makes out a semi-vocal response without opening her mouth and skims their appearance. "I'm Agent Roth, and this is my partner, Agent Malloy," he gestures to himself and then Sam. "We wanted to speak with you about what happened."

She rolls her eyes, "is that really necessary? I've talked to the police, I've talked to the newspapers, I've even talked with another FBI agent already. What information could you possibly need that hasn't been out already. Sky got bright, crackle happened, multi-color cloud, and I woke up a week later."

"And you have no memory of that week?" Dean questions.

There is a natural glow and chirp to her voice, "no. Not a damn thing."

"Wait a minute," Dean says with a tilted head. "Did you say another agent has already questioned you?"

"Yeah, name was Maggie." She looks at the ground, "she seemed nice enough at first, but asked such strange questions."

"Define strange," Sam says, mirroring Dean's perplexed expression.

She looks around and back to the porch with a sigh, "look. I'm done talking about this. I can't do it anymore."

"I understand that, Mrs. Mill. Given the stress that you've been in about all of this, I would be feeling the same way," Sam offers with soft eyes. "However, we're actually quite worried that this person who was here before may have been impersonating a federal agent. We'd like to get some information about her, if we could?"

Mrs. Mill sighs, "she asked if I saw black smoke, or heard voices. Can you believe that?"

"Actually," Dean shakes his head with a low chuckle, "we, uh, we can. Did she say anything else?"

"Well, she basically asked if it was possible that," her hands tremble. She nervously fiddles with the door and brings her voice to a whisper, "someone... something could have been inside of me, controlling me, I guess." She scoffs, "as if that's even possible."

"Yeah," Dean mutters under his breath before clearing his throat. "Can you tell me what she looked like?"

Mrs. Mill tells the agents what she remembers of your appearance. "I honestly didn't really believe she worked for the agency at all. Probably read the story in the newspaper and wanted to see what else she could find out."

"Uh, if I may ask you one more question, Mrs. Mill," Sam interrupts. "What do you remember from when you woke up?"

"Well, I was alone and I had such an intense headache." She puts her hand to her head, "the air smelled gross, and I was so hungry. It was a horrible combination."

"What kind of smell?"

"Uh, kind of like a gas leak. It was really out of place so it stuck with me."

Clearing his throat, Dean looks at Sam with a firm glance. "How far from where you blacked out did you end up?"

"Around the same spot, I guess."

Sam tilts his head, "really?"

"Where?" Dean grunts.

"Couple miles from here, I'll write it down if you'd like."

"We'd appreciate that, thank you," Dean smiles, pulling out a notepad and pen for her. She finishes her scribbling and smiles, "thank you for your time, Mrs. Mill. You've been a great help."

She bows her head and shuts the door behind her. "Gas leak," Sam says as they make their way down the steps and to the pathway. "Has to be sulfur," he says looking at the concrete in front of them and around the neighborhood.

"What would a demon want with a secretary?"

Sam shrugs, "could just have been a random encounter, use her body as a vehicle." They continue to survey the neighborhood until coming to a full stop next to the Impala. "And what about this Maggie asking strange questions? Should we look into that, see what she knows?"

"What? You think she's a hunter?" Dean scrunches his face.

"Dean, come on. She was basically asking the same questions. Just in a more," he moves his hand while searching for a softer framing to his words, "direct way. I think it's worth checking out."

Next Chapter 

~~~ Forevers<3: @waywardblueshun​ @81mysteriouslyme​ @lilulo-12​

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Notes: This is the last part!

Previously...

You can find the complete work on AO3 as well ;)

I’ll try to post the one with Cat soon, because I want to write the other one I thought about... I’m terrible.

****

Sansa wasn’t crazy, was she?

Arthur had meant he wanted to kiss her, hadn’t he?

And not in a silly, this-is-just-a-joke kind of way either. He had sounded…

He sounded sincere.

Or maybe this was just wishful thinking.

What was the point in denying that she’d been flattered by the attention? She had, but it wasn’t only that.

Arthur had something about him that was magnetic. It wasn’t just the fact that he was ridiculously hot, because Arthur was much more than that. He was smart, kind, funny, an annoying little shit… When he was around, everything was better.

She could not believe she was… What? In love? With a crush? Crazy about him?

This was so difficult!

After the mishap with his words and which of her lips he wanted to kiss, Arthur went right back to his pickup lines and Sansa wasn’t sure how she felt about it.

On one hand, she did enjoy it -it was legitimately funny -and on the other…

“I want to wear you like a pair of sunglasses… One leg over each ear.” He declared one morning.

On the other hand now she had that picture in mind.

“You mean right now?” She asked him, frowning. “Because it isn’t that sunny. Maybe a pair of reading glasses?”

He rolled his eyes. “Now you’re just playing with my feelings.” He grumbled.

***

Sansa entered the room and looked around, looking for somewhere to sit.

“What’s wrong, Red?” Arthur asked from his place.

“I’ll need to go and grab a chair.”

He put his hand to his chest. “Sansa…” He started seriously. “As long as I have a face, you’ll have a place to sit.”

She snorted.

“Dude!” Arya protested.

“I think my family might oppose that idea.”

“Lap then?” He pointed at his own lap.

“I swear to God, Arthur, you’re testing your fucking luck.” Robb protested.

Sansa winked at Arthur. “Raincheck?”

“It’s a date, Red.”

***

“You do know that Arthur isn’t playing around, right?”

Sansa sighed. “I kind of do… But I’m not sure.”

Marge rolled her eyes dramatically. “Sansa, you’re supposed to be the smart Stark sibling.”

“Actually that’s Bran.”

Marge turned to Maggie and pouted. “Do something.”

Maggie chuckled. “I agree with her. Arthur isn’t just teasing you anymore.”

“But why won’t he say anything?” Sansa whined, letting her frustration show.

“So you’re interested!” Marge celebrated.

“I’d have to be stupid not to be.” Sansa grumbled.

“You know… I have an idea, but it’s a bit mean.” Maggie offered.

“Sounds amazing.” Marge encouraged her.

“Arthur has been starting the whole flirting, and I think that you answering him back is awesome, but what if you threw a few at him?”

“Uh… I like that. Beat him at his own game.”

“How does that help me?”

“Probably it won’t.” Maggie admitted. “But it’ll be fun.”

Well… She wasn’t wrong.

***

“Hello, Sansa.”

“Hi, Arthur.” She offered her cheek for a kiss. “Nice pants.”

Arthur looked down at his jeans. “Thanks?”

“Can I test the zipper?” She asked, her most innocent expression on.

Arthur’s eyes rounded for a second, before he exploded in laughter. “Red! Trying to beat me at my own game. Shame on you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Game on, Sansa Stark.”

***

Sansa closed her umbrella as she entered the pub.

“Sans!” Arya waved at her.

“Sorry I’m late. It’s pouring out there.” She told her friends.

Arthur just hummed his understanding, his lips pressed together.

“Just say it.” Sansa said in a sigh.

“Should we got out there?” He gesture towards the door with his head. “I’ll kiss you in the rain so you can get twice as wet.”

She arched an eyebrow at him. “Is that a promise?”

“Oh Red…”

“Don’t you guys start this!”

Arthur and Sansa exchanged amused looks.

***

Sansa knocked on Arthur’s door. His secretary told her he was free, but he looked quite busy.

“Sansa.” He gave her a smile. “To what do I owe the honor?”

“Mother sent you this.” She showed him a bag her mother had filled with food, because she was constantly concerned that Arthur was eating properly.

“Your mother is the best.” He sighed. “Put it there, please.” He indicated the corner of his office.

She left it where he told her, then turned back to him. “You look really busy. I’ll just go.”

“No.” He was giving her his full attention. “I need a break anyway.”

“What time do you get off? Can I watch?”

He snorted. “Good one, Red. But I have this doubt… Are you my homework? Cause I’m not doing you but I definitely should be.”

She gasped. “Careful there, Arthur, or I’ll fall madly in bed with you.”

“Now I’m starting to think you only want me for by body.” He sighed dramatically.

“What did you say about romance?” She pretended to think. “Oh yes. That it was dead.”

“I know CPR.” He told her simply.

That was when Sansa noticed he was closer somehow. All this time they’d been closing the distance between themselves, and now they were face to face again.

“How long have we been doing this?” She asked him indicating the space between them.

“You think I keep count, Red?” He teased. “How cute.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Listen… I need to get something off my chest.” He started to say.

Sansa crossed her fingers. “Is it your shirt? Say it is.”

He gave her a look. “Now you’re just being difficult.”

“Now you know how I feel.” She told him with no mercy.

“Point.” He grumbled.

“Besides… It’s a great shirt. It’d look great on me… After.”

Arthur groaned. “This is so unfair.” He touched a strand of her hair and then pushed it all behind her shoulder, gently. His phone rang. “I’ve got to get back.” He didn’t sound happy about it.

“I know.” She gave him a smile. “Don’t work too much, ok?”

“Sure.”

Sansa was already at the door when he called her. “Hey, Red.”

She turned back “Yes?”

He was covering the receiver of the phone, a grin on his lips. “Our 4th anniversary is coming up. Wear something sexy for me?”

She grinned right back at him. “It’s a date.”

***

Sansa was bit nervous, she admitted.

This time it seemed different. When she said ‘a date’ and he just stood there grinning stupidly at her… It felt like they’d agreed on it. And it was a date.

So there she was, wearing a nice dress -not a sexy one -and entering the same old pub, but with a different feeling inside her.

She took two steps in and someone run into her and made her lose her balance. Sansa didn’t fall only because someone held her, hands on her waist.

“You okay?” Of course it was Arthur.

“I’m fine.” She let out a relieved breath.

“You know, Red…” He drawled. “I guess you just fell for me.”

She turned to glare at him. “Shut up.” But she was smiling.

“Well, damn.” He sighed. “Red, if beauty were time, you’d be eternity.” His eyes were soft as he looked at her.

Sansa felt her heart skip a beat, butterflies dancing the conga and a whole lot of other things. This… This was different.

This was better.

“Thank you.” She told him, even as she felt her face getting warm.

“Your hand looks heavy.” Arthur said cheerily. “Here, let me hold it for you.”

And he grabbed her hand and guided her to the table.

***

Two weeks later they were cuddling on her sofa and she was wearing his shirt.

“Hey, Red.”

“Yes?”

“Did it hurt?”

She snorted. “When I fell from Heaven?”

“No.” He grinned at her. “When you fell for me.”

“No, but I did skin my knee.”

“I’ve got a band-aid if you want one.”

[dumbbitchenergy17]

I’m Sorry (Part 3)

Summary- You are Michael’s vessel as you are dean’s kid and letting him use you instead of your dad

Dean x daughter!reader

Word count-2,374

A man sits in a small motel room getting ready to pray. “Glorified be you, all praise is yours, perfect is your name, most high is your majesty and greatness. None has the right to be worshipped but you, the only one God.” he speaks in Arabic placing his knees and hands on the floor, “Glorified be my God, the highest. Glorified be my God, the highest. Glorified be my God, the highest.”

He looks up. In front of him, Michael is sitting on a chair and staring down at him, wearing Y/n’s vessel. He falls back, scared. “Hello, Jamil.” Michael greets “Who are you?” the man quivers “Oh, we’ve never met. But you’ve read all about me. How does it go?” “Whoever is an enemy to Allah, and His angels, and His messengers, and Gabriel and Michael then indeed, Allah is an enemy to the disbelievers.” He declares resting his hands on his knees as his eyes glow blue.

“You’re… God?” Jamil wavers

“Close, but… not quite.” Michael sighs “Gabriel?” he questions “The other one. The better one.” Jamil replied“Michael.” “There we go.” Michael clasps his hands “No, no, no, no. Why are you here?” He asks Michael stands up brushing the invisible dirt off him “Well, that is the question, isn’t it? Why are we here? I know why I’m here to ask you a question.” Jamil wonders “What question? Michael leans in closer “The same question I’ve spent weeks traveling around this world asking all sorts of people. Holy men, leaders, killers. And now I come to you, Jamil Hamed...What do you want?” Jamil stutters “What? “Do you want? Exactly. If you could have anything, name it.” the archangel pressed “Peace. And love.” Jamil answers Michael hums “If you cared about peace, you never would have left Syria. You never would have ran and abandoned your friends to die – and they did die.” “No.” “And if you cared about love, you never would have gone into that broom closet with – What was her name?” Michael continues “No.” Jamil breathes shakily “Darlene? Your wife would have never left and you wouldn’t be living in this... rat hole.” Jamil tries to attack Michael, who throws him on the floor without even moving. “And that’s the problem with you. You’re lost... And not worth saving.” Michael sighs “Wha—what—what do you want?” Jamil cries

“What I always wanted... a better world.”

Survivors from the Apocolypse are preparing their weapons. Mary approaches one of them. “Hi.”

“You got silver. Devil’s trap. Holy Oil.” Russel lists pointing at various bullets as he grabs a gun “And these here, they’re dipped in Dean Man’s blood.” Mary takes the gun and loads it. he continues “Basically, you need some freak dead? I got you.” Mary checks the gun. In front of her, Maggie is helping another survivor with his wounds. “A rawhead did this?” she asks “Yeah. Outside Phoenix. They’re faster than they look,” Howard winces as Maggie extracts a fang from the wound, “Meaner, too.” he said “So, so gross.” Maggie gags

The door creaks open. Trevor walks in. “Soup’s on. Who’s eating?” “Right here.” Howard lifts his good arm up “Yeah, I’ll –” another began just as Sam enters the bunker making his way down the stairs. “Yeah, right here. How about you guys?” Trevor asks Mary looks up to her youngest “Sam.” she smiles pulling him into a hug “Hey, Mom.” “How was Atlanta?” she asks walking with him “It was, uh... It was a bust. The woman who claims she saw an “angel”... was,” he laughs, “Let’s just say I think she had one too many hits of the brown acid, you know?” Mary frowns“Sam, we’re gonna find her. Ketch is working that thing in London. Castiel is in Detroit. I know it’s been three weeks since Y/n...Something will break. It has to.” Sam nods yawning “Yeah. Yeah, you keep saying that.” Mary sighs “Have you slept? At all. Sam, you need to rest. Go and lay down.” trying to convince her son “Mom –” Sam sighs “Chief.” Someone cuts into their conversation “Hey.” Sam gives a weak smile “Good to have you back.” he says handing a bowl of soup. “Thanks.” Sam nods

“Don’t thank me yet. Word is we got some vamps heading East on I-90. Gipsy types. Pickin’ off truckers mostly. Last body got drained and dropped just outside La Crosse six hours ago.” he explains  Sam sighs before talking

“Okay. Um... All right. Get me teams of two. I want watchpoints every 50 miles. If you see something, say something. Maggie, can you hack the traffic cams on the freeway?” he questions

“Um... no,” Maggie says sheepishly

“Right. Right. Of course. Sorry. Um, I got it. Thank you,” Sam says passing the untouched food to Mary “Uh, please. Would you call in Sharon and her crew? We’re gonna need all hands on deck here.” the man nods walking out the war room Sam sits down, starts typing on his laptop. Mary approaches him again.

“Sam..” Mary starts “I’m good,” Sam replies Mary puts a hand on his. Sam looks at her. “I’m good. I am you should be asking Dean that he’s the one with the missing daughter.”Sam says giving her a sad smile  “Hey, how’s Jack?” As devotees are leaving the Church. A couple stops to talk to sister Jo. “You saved me, Sister.” The man thanks “Thank you.” Sister Jo smiles “God bless you.” the woman states “He does, every day.” Sister Jo walking down a dimly light alley, counting the money she made. Suddenly, a flutter of wings “Hey, Jo.” The feminine voice stops her in her tracks. She turns Y/n Winchester but not her. “Who are you?” Jo queried “You don't recognize me with this pretty face?” stated Michael Jo frowned “You're not -- You're not Y/n Winchester. You're,” she trailed off seeing his true form, “oh god.” she inhales sharply

“People keep calling me that.” Jo turned to walk away. “Ah, ah. We need to talk.” Michael tsked “You're the Archangel Michael, from another world, and you're possessing Y/n Winchester.” Jo confirmed

“Sounds more complicated than it is.” Michael shrugged “Why would she ever say “yes” to you?

“Love.” Michael spat walking towards Sister Jo. “Really? That's very Hallmark Channel. So, I'm just gonna go now.” Jo chuckled “No, you're not. Not until I ask you... what do you want?” He remarked

“I don't know. Chanel, Dior, Louis Vuitton.” Jo joked “You think this is a joke?” Jo shook her head “I don't know what this is. You asked I answered. We done?” Michael scoffed “No. I asked, and you lied.” “I didn't.” Jo crossed her arms Michael walks closer to her placing a hand on her cheek. “I know about you, Jo. Because he knew about you. You're the rebel, the angel who doesn't like playing by Heaven's rules or whatever. You pretend to care about these things -- pretty things. But that's all it is -- pretending. These trinkets, they don't make you happy. They just pass the time. They're not what you really want.”

“And if you're so smart, what do I really want?” Jo sassed

“Love,” Michael stated, “To belong, to have a place -- a home, a family. It's very very human of you. And so, so disappointing,” he smirked, “I can sense how many angels are in this world. There aren't many left. I thought... maybe I could help. But if they're all these sad, lost, fallen things -- things like you -- maybe they're not worth saving, either.”

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Sam walked out of Nick’s room sighing running a hand down his forehead. his phone goes off seeing it’s Cas he picks up “Hey, Cas.” He greets “Hello, Sam.” A voice answers Sam straighten up at the unfamiliar voice “Who is this?” he demands the voice laughs “Oh. I'm the boy who's got your angel. And if you want to see him again, you know, alive, we should probably chat.”

Sam begins to pack some weapons to rescue Castiel, along with Bobby, Jack, Maggie, and Mary. “It's a trap.” Mary sighed closing up her bag “Yep.” Sam nodded continuing packing

“This guy's a-” bobby asked “Demon.”Sam cut him off as he closed up his bag “He just told you he was a demon?” Jack questioned

Sam nodded “Yeah. He seemed pretty proud of it, too.” Bobby grumbled, “Yeah, they ain't a real humble bunch.” Maggie looked at the group of people “So, what do we do?” Sam loads his gun speaking “We get Cas back. All right, grab holy water, Devil's Trap bullets, angel blades, because whatever we're walking into-”

“It's gonna suck.” Bobby groaned “Exactly. Maggie, you're with Bobby. Mom, you're with me.” Sam continued Jack stood up looking at Sam “I'm coming, too. I know I'm not as strong as I used to be, but... I can help...I have to.” bobby placed a hand on jack’s shoulder “Listen, kid..” “Okay. Grab your gear.” Sam interrupts him Jack smiles at him and hurriedly leaves to prepare. Bobby looks over at Sam shocked “Sam, I mean -- Jack's a worker, but he ain't ready for a full-on demon smackdown.” Sam sighed “So... we keep an eye on him. He needs this, Bobby.”

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Kipling grabs a cup of coffee from the bar. Castiel is still chained to the chair, bloody from his previous fight with the demons. “And danke, sweetie.” The demon raises his glass towards the bartender as he sits next to Castiel. “Castiel, you sure I can't get you anything hot and black?” Cas replied, “Coffee has no effect on me.” Kipling shrugged “Hm. Me either.” he takes a sip “You know, not anymore, but it's like saltwater taffy or infants -- you know, I just like the taste.” “Why are you doing this?”

“I'm just trying to be a good host like Mother would have wanted,” Kipling answered

Castiel sighed “No, Why are you using me as bait?” He said shaking the chains around him Kipling looked over at him “I mean, it's kind of what you're for, isn't it? And I need something... from Sam Winchester.”Castiel laughed “You really think that he's gonna make a deal with you?”

“Oh, he's dealt with worse. You see, recently, I had a revelation. You know, somebody asked me what it was that I wanted, and I realized that after 600 years as a demon walking the planet, destroying, drinking, defiling -- you know, the Three D's -- I didn't know. So, I sat back, and I gave it a good think, and I realized exactly what I wanted.” Kipling continued now standing above Cas

“And what is it?”

“Everything.”

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The Impala speed down the road, followed by another car Sam focuses on the road as Mary is sitting shotgun “Sam, it's gonna be fine.” she tries to reassure him. Sam scoffs “Stop saying that, please.”

“What?”

“It's gonna be fine,” that everything's gonna be fine, we're gonna find y/n, and..” Sam started thinking about his niece out there with Michael having no clue what he could be doing to her. Mary placed a hand on his shoulder “We are.”

“You don't know that....Y/n's gone, and we have no idea where she is or-or if she's even still alive. You know, Michael could have... burned her out or... worse, and...” He sighed

Mary frowned ”I know. I know she's out there, scared and alone. I know. I know she might never come back. Never think I don't know that. But -- I can't -- I have to think about the good, Sam, because, if I don't, I will drown in the bad. For Dean's sake for his kid, I can't do that. We can't do that.” She answers for the sake of Dean Sam and the rest had left after killing Kipling and most of the demons before heading back. Sam sits at the table, pressing a cold beer to his forehead as he talks on the phone “Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I -- No, I don't care. I -- just keep looking. Yeah. Thanks.” he hangs up sighing another dead end.

“Who was that?” Cas said entering sitting next to Sam “Uh, Ketch. He's in London searching for the Newton-Dee Hyperbolic Pulse Generator.” Sam answers

“The what?” Cas tilts his head in confusion

“It's the -- It's the magic egg that kicked Lucifer out of the President. I thought we could use it on Michael, but -- Ketch can't find it. So, that's another dead end, which is just awesome.” Sam explained sighing

Cas glanced over to his friend “Sam, are you all right?

“Yeah, I've been better. I've been worse. You?” Castiel looked down ashamed “I'm-I'm just sorry. I should never have gone to those demons.” Sam placed a hand on his shoulder “Cass, I -- No, I-I-I don't blame you. I... Honestly, I-I wish I'd have thought of it first. If it meant finding Y/n, I-I'd work with -- I'd do anything. Dean hasn’t been himself since.”

After Cas left Sam headed to his room he turns the light on and leaves his phone on the table. The phone starts vibrating Sam grabs it answering “Hello?”

“Sam?” The voice of Sister Jo calls through 

“Jo?” Sam handed heard from her since Lucifer 

“Yeah. We have a problem.” Jo answered

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“Now, you -- you know exactly what you want. You don't pretend to want to help people or save the world. Your want is pure and simple and clean. And that's why you are worth saving. That's why we are going to work so well together. Because you -- you just want to eat.” Michael smiles looking over at the pack of hungry werewolves and vampires.

Dean sits in his room staring at an old photo of him and Y/n it was her 17th birthday they were sitting on impala talking about life when Sam took a photo of them together so happy and pure. A tear lands on the glass as Dean realizes he’s crying, wiping the tears from his face he stares at her face in mid-laugh. The door opening tears Dean from his thoughts.

Sam looks at him with a small smile “Dean we found her.”

[bluelilylilyblue]

Jules reads cdth chapters 1-10

here is my mostly unfiltered, bordering on the slightly incomprehensible, notes/thoughts/questions/theories from my read of the first 10 chapters of call down the hawk. putting everything below that cut just in case you haven’t filtered out spoilers or you’re on mobile. anyway here is the nonsense I was spewing into my phone notes last night...

Matthew walking the ley lines/towards Cabeswater?

“The Lynch boy?” “I want the key” Old associate of niall? cause of Declan talking over that stuff in trc

that valley where the Irish cottage is sounds like Cabeswater, like the way it seems to hum and feel alive - wonder how many places like it there are in the world and if we’ll see more

so a dreamer is basically the antichrist lol

I’m gonna assume this “zed” killing org is one of the things Declan was trying to protect Ronan from in trc - they were in Ireland and Niall was from Ireland right like I’m not making that up in my head like a crazy person grasping at straws? idk y’all I didn’t do a reread- ANYWAY connection?

Matthew not driving? me too bud!

Matthew not driving because he’s failed three times? welp he is a Lynch, this is deeply unsurprising to me like Ronan is his brother (creator? dreamer dad?)

fighting about how fast/slow your sibling drives is peak relatable thank you maggie I feel seen

nightwash - black ooze (sideline I can’t decide if this is metal as hell or just gross)...related to the demon who was killing cabeswater in trk?

Ronan’s creepy dream voice reminds me of Blue and the way she feels about the stars

sidenote: I miss Blue and Gansey like a lung and every mention of them equal parts hurts me and resurrects me (lol resurrect) 

the lack of silence and magic in the world is killing Ronan? causing the nightwash? oof me too bud

the voice (Bryde) warning about the “zed” killing group

Bryde another dreamer? - like Kavinsky visiting? why is he talking to Ronan? how does he know about him?

hot art forger thief lady is my new wife

UNDERGROUND BLACK MARKET?? 

Ronan seeing Adam for the first time from far away and STILL being like  H A N D S 

Ronan praying to god for Adam has my gay former catholic ass shook..like the power that has the IMPLICATIONS

Adam having imposter syndrome is so incredibly in character but like...it hurts me

Ronan daydreaming about his and Adam’s reunion is peak hopeless romantic

do Adam’s friends suck? I can’t tell yet guess i’ll wait and see

sidenote: I feel like Adam’s friends suck because I was in a similar position to Adam in high school, I grew up in an extremely wealthy area but my family didn’t have a lot of money and everyone I went to school with, even my friends, were super shitty about that and poverty in general, so poverty jokes and having to hide parts of you to fit in fucking grinds my gears cause I heard that shit DAILY

Ronan is smart, he be SMORT

Adam lying for a fresh start hurts me MORE - but like I get it...and hate it

back to thinking he is unknowable I see

“he longed for him even while holding him” fellas is that gay?

god I fuckin hope it works

moderators being a government agency cause like of course it’s a secret government agency

visionaries...wtf they just like die??? wtf

“reality is a decision” that seems like a theme that’s gonna pop up a bunch - can Ronan control how his dream things appear in the world after he’s brought them back?

so the fairy market is where Niall would sell his dreams and Declan was selling Niall’s dreams right? gotta be. is he still? is the market connected to the key?

honestly what is Fletcher thinking walking into that disaster zone? that Adam and Ronan have a very active and kinky sex life? like what other explanation can you conjure

“She had a face that looked like it was smiling even if she wasn’t smiling.” literally why is that hot and why am I already in love with her

like fishnets??? ma’am please

okay so I love them BOTH?? twins?? with even more look a-likes?? color my scared and horny

so...we thinkin dreams/dreamers/none of the above

“The bright friendliness of her voice as she snapped a cell photos of his ID was one of the more threatening things he’d ever heard.” so Jordan and Ronan are gonna get along just fineeeeee

“You are made of dreams and this world is not for you.” literally stop. I will cry.

[penny4yourthot]

Opposites Attract

Summary: Just some Pure Angel SMUT. BDSM

Thanks to @ithoughtofthisusername for editing! and @red-w00dy for helping me out with this!

You have always heard the saying ‘opposites attract’ but you never thought it was true until the day you met your current boyfriend, Angel Reyes. You two were complete opposites. You were very quiet, shy and timid while he was more outgoing and seemed to always love to be in control.

Of course, you were attracted to him; those eyes that were earthy brown like the ground after a rainy day in the spring, his arms that he always had to show off rarely wearing sleeves, the tattoos that you loved to trace while the two of you lay in bed together. But what really drew you to him was that dominant personality.

Not at first though, when you met him you wanted to get as far away from him as possible. You remember the day like it was yesterday when in fact it was a year and a half ago. One of your friends invited you to the party at the Mayans clubhouse, well, more so forced you to go because you never went out. You usually spend your Saturday nights reading a book with a hot cup of tea. So when Maggie showed up at your house at 8 pm with an outfit for you to wear, you weren't very happy. But you had agreed to go and thought maybe if you went this one time she would leave you alone for a while.

When you got to the clubhouse, you were shocked to see all the women stripped down to virtually no clothes and the most the men were already drunk by the time you arrived at 9:30. Maggie had proceeded to drag you around and introduced you to all the guys and one caught your eye, the prospect EZ. He was quite like you, but when his brother kept hitting on you all night, you were ready to get out of there.

Angel would show up at your place almost every weekend to hang out with you, he always said there was something about you that he found so attractive. When you agreed to be friends with him that seemed to settle him down for a few weeks until he wanted more, and honestly so did you. He had grown on you and you started loving the way he wanted to be in control. Now you were thankful for Maggie dragging you out of your comfort zone to the rowdy party.

Angel was at the clubhouse for a few nights and had not come home. This wasn't particularly unusual, especially since you knew something was going on with the cartel and the rebels. You figured he wouldn't be home tonight so you found yourself lying in bed missing him a little too much.

You knew the rules though, you were not allowed to pleasure yourself if you didn't get permission from Angel. To most, this rule would seem crazy and way too controlling but you loved it. You had found the dominant/submissive relationship growing on you more and more every day.

You thought Angel wouldn’t be home tonight, he had called you earlier saying that some shit was going down with the cartel. You couldn’t help but start touching yourself with the overwhelming desire to have him home in bed with you right now.

You pulled your pajama bottoms down, then your panties and started thinking about all the things Angel would do to you if he was there laying next to you. You started rubbing your clit, feeling the wetness below, it was amazing the effect Angel had on you even when he wasn’t with you at the moment. You dipped your fingers inside and plunged them back in quickly then moved your fingers back up to your clit. The feeling that shot through your abdomen signaling you were close was interrupted by the room door opening. You hadn't heard anyone walk in the house due to the TV being on for background noise.

Quickly pulling your hand away, you looked over to see Angel walk in the room, he stopped immediately when he saw what you were doing. All hope of him not noticing was lost when you looked up at him and saw the look on his face. THAT look, the one that he gave you every time you broke a rule, the one where it seemed like he was burning fire directly into your soul. You knew you were in trouble.

“What are you doing?” he asked quirking an eyebrow, seeing if you were going to lie to him or tell him the truth.

“I… I um-”

“You what?” his tone of voice stern, you knew better than to lie to him.

“I was just, um, just thinking about you and I wanted you but you weren't here and-”

“And you thought it was okay to touch yourself without asking for permission?” he questioned, his eyes darker as they scanned the view of you on the bed, your pajama bottoms, and panties at your ankles.

“I’m sorry, I just really have missed you these past few days,” you said as you sat up and grabbed the hem of your panties getting ready to pull them back up. You felt his grasp on your arm stopping your actions.

“Stop,” his voice was demanding, he reached for your panties and pajama bottoms and pulled them off quickly. “Let me see,” he added, motioning towards your core, your legs were locked together when he roughly pulled them apart.

“You're dripping wet.” He licked his lips. He knew you needed to be punished but the view in front of him was so tempting.

“I always am when I'm thinking about you,” your voice broke the silence as he stared at you.

“And you think that because you were thinking of me you don't deserve to be punished, baby girl.”

“No, I deserve it”

“Turn over, on all fours,” he commanded. You were smart enough to do what you were told, not wanting to get in more trouble. You turned your head and looked over your shoulder watching as Angel started to unbuckle his belt.

“Turn around. You know better than to look back here,” his voice filled with desire and control.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry? Sorry what?” he added, a shiver ran through your body half nervous half excited to see what he was going to do.

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

Those were the words you wanted to hear. You heard him finish taking off his belt off his pants, the familiar jingle of the metal loop and the prong clashing together warned you of your punishment.

You shrieked when you felt the warm leather of his belt hit your ass with enough force to leave a mark.  

“Maybe you’ll learn not to be a naughty little Puta,” he huffed out as he pulled the belt back and whipped you with it again. You couldn't help the wince that escaped your mouth. As much as it hurt, he would never hit you hard enough to where you would start to bleed, and a small part of you enjoyed the pain.

“Such a bad girl,” the belt hit you once more, the stinging sensation causing a fire to burn deep within you.

“Why does Daddy do this to you?”

“Because he loves me.” Your breathy reply came just after the last whip of the belt.

“That's my good girl.” You heard him throw the belt on the floor, a wave of relief washed over you knowing your punishment was over. You shuddered when you felt is warm hand rub over the sensitive sting on your ass where the belt had hit you.

“Are you going to be a good girl now? Or is Daddy going to have to punish you more?”

“Ill be good, I promise.” You couldn't help the moan that broke loose from your mouth when you felt his tongue lick over your core. He inserted two fingers into you roughly plunging in and out.

“You’re still so fucking wet,” he groaned as he sped his pace up, his hand brushing against your clit with every thrust. You knew after every punishment he would always take care of you and tonight proved no different.

He quickly pulled his fingers out of you and began rubbing your clit with the perfect amount of pressure and speed. He was the only one who could make you feel this good. You were so close, you could feel the wave of pleasure start to make its way up your body. You knew you had to hold on till he gave you permission.

“Cum for me Princesa,” he muttered as he continued to rub your pussy. “Such a good girl waiting for Daddy to tell you to cum,” he added and that's all it took for you to let go. The world fading in and out as your toes curled and your legs began to shake. Your abdomen clenched with the sensation.

He didn't give you much time to come down from your high as you felt his tip rub against your wetness. He slowly slid into you and you arched your back at the fullness.

“Damn, sticking that ass up for me,” he groaned as he looked down at the view, “my cock looks so good in that pussy,” he added as he started to slid in and out of you with an agonizingly slow pace. He chuckled as you backed up on him wanting him to speed up his pace.

“This too slow for you baby?” he joked as he slowed down even more.

“Please, Daddy,” he knew just what you wanted. He slammed roughly into you and pulled out plunging back into you, setting a fast pace. He loved the way you started to moan at the pleasure you were feeling. He grabbed your hips and pulled you back to him with each thrust. The pain of him going too deep mixed with the pleasure as Angel snakes his arm around you rubbing your clit had your second orgasm building up. His other hand still pulling your hip back to yourself. He knew you were close by the way you were holding your breath, he could feel your legs start to shake again.

“Pl-please, Daddy” you begged for his permission.

“Not yet,” he choked out, he was burying himself deep within you and you could hear his breath hitch, you knew he was close as well.

“I can’t w-wait,” you shuddered as it became almost painful to not let go.

“You wait for Daddy” he panted, your moans starting to come out as a plea for your release. He knew you weren't physically able to hold on much longer, your walls started to clench down around his cock which in turn was sending him over the edge.

“Good girl, cum with me princesa,” and as if you had much of a choice you let go, your muscles relaxing as you dissolved with pleasure. You hands clenched as your vision faded, you felt Angel spill himself inside of you with a low grunt.

He stayed within you for a moment before pulling out and stepping off the bed.  You turned around and laid on your back with your eyes clenched shut trying to control your breathing. You heard him walk into the bathroom and turn the water on in the tub after putting the stopper in the drain so the tub would fill up.

You felt Angel put his arm under your neck and legs and picked you up carrying you into the bathroom bridal style. He stood you up in the tub and stepped in behind you, running his hand across the marks on your ass from the belt.

“Daddy doesn't like doing this to you baby girl, you know that right?” Sincerity was shining through his voice as he spoke.

“I know Daddy, I was bad and I deserved it”

“At least you learned your lesson now, princess.” His hands ran down your back soothingly as he spoke.

He sat down in the tub and you followed sitting down between his legs. He took your vanilla lavender oil that sat in a purple glass bottle beside the tub and poured some into his hands. You shuddered as you felt the cold oil in contrast with Angel's warm hands run down your back. He gently massaged the oil into your shoulders and back, you could feel the tension leaving your muscles as you relaxed into his touch.

You always loved this side of Angel, the side where he was sweet after a punishment. He always made sure that you were taken care of in any way you needed to be after he taught you a lesson. Even though some people viewed your relationship as strange, and abusive, you wouldn't have it any other way.

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