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Lie To Me

An Aaron Hotchner x Reader series

Aaron Hotchner/Ozark crossover

Part 17

Part 16 can be found here

Warnings: smut, sickness, surgery, pregnancy and miscarriage(not to reader) comfort, Aaron taking care of reader ☺️, it's sad but the ending is next and I promise it's happy!

Word count: 6k

Aaron was meeting about his retirement and would be joining you at the party. You were riding alone for once, Charlotte in her own car and Jonah with Marty and Wendy. He was going back home to stay, which made you happy, even though you missed him terribly. You considered tonight the resolution--everything had fallen perfectly into place and you were able to keep all of your friends in your life and out of prison. Life was certainly looking up.

You arrived around 6:30, wanting to be right on time as guests began to arrive. Aaron wasn't here yet, you'd checked the lot for his car already, but Charlotte was quickly approaching you, looking as gorgeous as ever.

"You look fantastic!" She squealed, wrapping you in a hug. You complimented her outfit and hair before she led you to the bar so you could get a drink. It wasn't long before Marty was joining you.

"Where's the man of the hour? I'm announcing your engagement in my speech," he told you proudly, patting you on the back. He and Aaron were friends now--it was baffling to you, but you'd seen it happen before your very eyes.

"He'll be here soon. What do I need to say?" Marty gave you a brief explanation of what you were supposed to do--you were planning to let Marty take the reigns as much as possible, but you'd have to say something.

"Just be yourself. It'll come to you."

Another thirty minutes passed before Aaron arrived, looking as sharp as ever. His eyes scanned the crowd in search of you, lighting up when he finally spotted you at the bar.

"My gorgeous girl," he whispered against your hair as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your cheek so he didn't smudge your lipstick.

"Look at you, you look so handsome," you brushed his collar, pulling him in for a real kiss, quickly so you didn't transfer anything onto his lips.

"Are you nervous?" You nodded, taking his hand in yours because you weren't used to speaking in front of so many people.

"Don't be. You'll know exactly what to say."

It came time for Marty's speech. He told everyone about how he met you and Aaron, the unlikely events that brought you two together, but how he'd come to trust you like family and that he couldn't think of anyone better fit to run the casino and the Blue Cat.

"I'd like to congratulate the two of them on becoming engaged, and wish them all of the happiness in the world as they embark on this new journey together. Y/n, Aaron, I can't thank you two enough for the endless support. Let's hear from Y/n, our new owner."

The cheers and applause seemed never ending as you took the microphone, looking to Aaron. He gave you a nod and you took a deep breath, facing the crowd.

"When I moved here, I had $342 dollars in my pocket. I was alone and terrified, but Marty gave me a job at The Blue Cat. I started waiting tables and in a week, I was running the place. If not for Marty, I would've been too afraid to start somewhere new, and I want to thank you for convincing me to stay, even when I was terrified. If he hadn't taken a chance on me, I wouldn't be where I'm at today. I can't wait for Aaron and I to take over, and we hope you'll support us as we start this new chapter of our lives."

The crowd was uproarious as you cut the ribbon, posing for a few photos with Aaron and Marty, who seemed all too thrilled to be passing the torch to you. He was just happy to have this piece of his life behind him, able to move forward as normal again. When Aaron whisked you away to the dance floor, you were relieved that the socializing could stop for a moment and you could have a minute alone with your man.

"See? You did incredible, baby. You had nothing to worry about," he said as he spun you around, dipping you before he brought his lips to yours.

"I can't believe this is our life," you looked around at the casino, which stayed packed on a daily basis. So much money came through this place that it was unreal--you owned one of the biggest tourist attractions in the Ozarks.

"My retirement was approved this morning, so from here on out, I belong to you," he said, his lips just below your ear as he leaned in close. You'd be lying if you said you didn't love the attention--it made you giddy, how much he loved showing you off, in front of any and everybody.

"I have to work in the morning," you groaned, because you'd told Kay you'd work the morning shift since she worked a double today.

"So I should get you home soon," you checked the time; it was nearly 9. You were ready to go whenever he was.

"Let's do that," you made a stealthy escape; Charlotte told you she'd be home later, so you let Aaron follow you. Knowing Aaron was home to stay was enough to make you rethink working so much; you'd be hiring someone new at the Blue Cat as soon as possible to pick up some of the extra shifts, taking it easy so you could manage the casino too, and still make time for Aaron. Marty was going to show Aaron how to run things too, so he'd know how to handle the casino on his own.

He met you at your car door, offering you his hand so he could lead you across the street. You followed him eagerly, ready to let him undress you. He had no sooner got you in the door and he was unzipping your dress, letting it pile up at your high heeled feet.

"It looked so good on you, but it looks even better in the floor," he said as he twirled you around, making you giggle and stumble slightly in your heels, clutching onto him so you wouldn't fall.

"I've got you," he assured you, instructing you to jump into his arms. He carried you to the bed, so you worked at the buttons of his shirt, untucking it so all he had to do was slide it off. As soon as he sat you down, you started on his belt, pushing his pants to the floor as he stood up and let you undress him, his hand on top of your head as you worked.

"Sweet girl, I absolutely adore you. Do you have any idea how much you're loved?" He leaned down to kiss you, pulling you towards the edge of the bed. His hands were on either side of you, his tongue swirling around in your mouth. He brought his hand to the back of your head, keeping you in place as he slid his hand into your panties, delving past your swollen folds to find your clit.

"Tell me how much," you urged, and he chuckled, kissing your jaw, then your neck, all the way to the swell of your breast. His tongue trailed along the valley of your chest, his fingers moving tenderly against your clit.

"I would go anywhere, do anything, if it meant keeping you in my life. I would drop everything to be wherever you are, baby. I'm a creature of habit; outside of work, I prefer the slower side of things. You have completely changed my life for the better. I'm doing things I never would've imagined in my wildest dreams and it's all because of you. I hope you realize how special all of this is to me, my life with you. I never expected it, but God I'm glad you're here," he pulled his hand from your panties long enough to lay down with you, kissing you so sweetly, very carefully bringing you on top of him. The way he kissed you set you on fire, it left your skin hot to the touch and made you hungry for more.

"You're who I want forever, Aaron. I'm so glad we're doing this. I know it's out of your comfort zone, I know most of our relationship has been hectic and stressful but I'm so glad you saw past all of that and stayed with me. I couldn't imagine doing any of this without you," the kisses never stopped, it turned into a hot, heavy make out session, something you hadn't done in a while, which only made it better. His hands caressed your body, and your explored every inch of his chest, his arms, anything you could reach.

"I loved every second of the unpredictability; if it involves you, I'll do it happily. You know that. You're the love of my life, baby. When everything was kind of dicey, when we thought you might have to leave, I thought about running away with you. Taking you off to some little country south of here with every penny of my savings, starting a new life."

You couldn't believe that Aaron Hotchner, who always did things by the books, had considered doing the unthinkable with you by running. It was so out of character that you almost didn't believe him, but you knew by the firm tone of his voice that he was dead serious.

"You would've done that for me?"

His mouth moved lovingly against yours, his hips rutting into you as he slid your panties down your legs and let you kick them off.

"I would've left everything for you, baby. I'll always put you first, now that I'm retired, you're my full time commitment. I let my job ruin my relationship in the past, but I'm not letting that happen this time. I was ready to be done, and you came along at the perfect time, gave me something to look forward to," you pushed his boxers down and slid onto his member, tired of waiting, but in the mood for something more slow and sensual. He let you take the lead, rolling your hips slowly as you found a steady rhythm that you were both satisfied with.

"I hope you always think I'm enough for you; I always thought you were way too good for me," you admitted, and he shook his head, sitting up so he could be at eye level with you. It made things more intimate, being so close, and it was the perfect angle for him to be nestled deep inside of you every time you would grind against him.

"Oh baby, I wish you could see what I see. You're so far out of my league it's unreal. That first day I saw you, I knew. Such a sweet girl, and so fucking gorgeous--I couldn't stop thinking about you."

You kissed him hard, knowing he was close. You could practically feel him ready to burst at any moment, willing your hips to keep moving so he could reach his high. You were molded together as close as possible when he finally found his release, your bottom lip between his teeth. He didn't let you move, he kept you right where you were, kissing your neck before he nuzzled into you.

"Life with you is everything I always hoped it would be."

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With the FBI no longer watching Marty's every move, the Ozarks were slowly starting to return to normal. The last couple of months had been more than hectic, but you'd made it work, and it had all panned out for the best. You'd be moving into your new home soon, and with Charlotte running the Blue Cat at night, you only worked during the day, which meant you had plenty of time to spend with Aaron.

He'd been spending his days learning the casino with Marty; Marty helped him set up his office and Aaron was slowly learning the ropes, and you'd join him when you'd get off work. You didn't need a manager for the casino when Aaron was around, but you had a supervisor for the evening, when the two of you couldn't be there. If something happened, one of you would take care of it, otherwise, you spent your evenings together.

You were on your way to the casino to meet Aaron, driving past the house, which was almost complete. You had a week to go, but you'd gotten the go ahead to start moving your stuff in, so in your free time, you and Aaron would run a load of things by, slowly getting everything moved. He let his rental go and started staying with you full time; you were getting ready for the move, when you'd officially have a home together.

You found him in his office, filling out paperwork for vendors. You knocked on the door, and he looked up briefly before telling you to close it and lock it behind you.

"Miss me?" You asked, making your way around the desk to sit in his lap. He let his arms wrap around you, gesturing to the paperwork on his desk.

"Missed you so much. I needed a distraction," he told you, his lips kissing your neck, his hands on your ass.

"I can help with that," you told him, climbing under his desk, undoing his belt and bringing his slacks with you.

"I have to finish this before we leave," he told you, his cock already stiff in your hands.

"So finish it," you challenged as you plopped his dick in your mouth, letting him roll his chair forward so he could work without stopping you--you fit perfectly in the space under his giant desk, hidden from view with enough room that you could bob your head without hitting it.

"You're so bad," he huffed, but he didn't stop you. He continued working, occasionally giving you the satisfaction of a groan from above. His hand met your head, resting on top of it as you worked, hollowing your cheeks around him and sucking furiously, he made a hum of approval above you before sputtering into you, still writing above you. You could hear the pen meeting paper, and although it faltered momentarily as he came, he kept working. You helped pull his slacks up and tuck his shirt back in, not as neat as before, but close enough. He helped you out of the floor and onto the desk, sitting on the edge while he finished up.

There was a knock at the door, so you went and unlocked it, met with Charlotte on the other side.

"Do you guys have a second to talk?"

You nodded, inviting her in. She looked nervous although you couldn't understand why; she looked great, her skin was glowing, and she'd seemed happy when you saw her the day prior.

"What's going on?" Aaron was the first to speak up, he could see the concern on Charlotte's face. You'd become like one giant family, and Aaron cared just as much about the kids as you did, even though Jonah had gone home to live.

"So on my birthday, I made--I made a mistake. I'm pregnant."

You sighed heavily, looking to Aaron who was already looking back at you. You were about to open your mouth when Aaron spoke, which was unlike him, but you weren't going to stop him.

"You have options, Charlotte. We can help you, whatever you need."

She nodded, taking a deep breath before looking between the two of you.

"I'm barely into my first year of college. I want a baby but not right now. That being said, I don't know if I could--the other alternative isn't something I want either. I think I'll let someone good have him, someone that can raise a baby."

You nodded before raising your eyebrows.

"Him?"

She shrugged, telling you she didn't know the gender, she just had a feeling.

"Well we can certainly help you until then, and if you change your mind, we can figure that out too." Aaron was much calmer than you had expected, you'd barely said a word this entire time.

"Are you mad at me?" She asked finally, tears brimming her eyes. You rushed forward to hug her, shaking your head.

"Absolutely not. You're young. Mistakes happen. We will help you figure this out. I know you weren't planning this, but we'll get it sorted out and it'll be fine," you said confidently, offering to give her a ride home. She was going to Marty's to tell them, and said she might not be home, so not to wait up. She needed her parents now more than ever and you prayed they came through for her.

When you met Aaron at home, you could tell his thoughts were somewhere else entirely. You made dinner and he hardly said a word until you were finished, sitting next to you at the table instead of across from you like usual. You'd assumed he'd missed you, wanted to be close to you, and you'd never complain about that.

"What's the matter? You're quiet, baby," you said gently, in case something was bothering him; you didn't want to make him upset if something was wrong.

"If she's giving up the baby, what's stopping us from taking them? We could raise a baby," he marveled, making you look back at him stunned.

"You want a baby?"

He shrugged, sitting back in his chair, his hands in his lap.

"I'm definitely thinking about it; aren't you? It would save Charlotte the trouble of adoption. Since she's not moving with us now, one of our spare rooms could be a nursery," he said optimistically, and although it was a lot to process, you could see yourself becoming a parent, having a baby with him. You didn't want to be pregnant, but this would solve that issue, and help Charlotte too.

"I am now. Are you sure you want a baby with me? That's a big step," he didn't have time to answer, Charlotte was coming in, looking especially unhappy.

"That went about as well as you could expect with my mother," she scoffed, sitting down at the table with you.

"I told them I was going to let someone adopt the baby and she was still mad. Told me I was irresponsible, basically called me an idiot," she was standing up to make a plate, rejoining you at the table when Aaron spoke up.

"You're certain you don't want to keep the baby? That's a big decision to make. How does the father feel?"

She explained that she and the father agreed adoption was the best choice and that they'd decide together where they baby went. Aaron looked to you, waiting for a sign that you were okay with him saying something. You gave him a nod and he cleared his throat, pushing his empty plate away.

"What if we took the baby for you? You'd know they were being taken care of, you'd see it for yourself all the time. Would that be too much for you?" You hadn't even thought about how hard it would be for Charlotte to still be around a child she'd given up.

"If it's too hard--" you wanted to reassure her that you could always help her figure something else out if that isn't what she wanted.

"I was going to ask you guys but I got scared. Now that I'm taking this place instead of moving with you, I want my own freedom and a life. I can't have that with a baby, but you guys would be great parents," she said, and you shared a look with Aaron before he took your hand.

"We can get a lawyer and work everything out; Y/n and I will do everything we can to make this as easy as possible for you," Aaron told her, which made her feel exponentially better about the situation. She had you and Aaron on her side, even if Marty and Wendy weren't being supportive.

"A lawyer is a good idea. You can go to appointments with me, watch the baby grow," she offered, and you were quick to agree, a bit overwhelmed but otherwise, you were over the moon. Even though you weren't having a baby, you'd be raising one, and you couldn't have been more thrilled, until Marty Byrde knocked at your door.

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"I knew you'd offer to take the baby, but you can't bail her out of this. Let her see the mistake she's made," Marty argued as he stood in your living room, his arms crossed over his chest.

"I won't let her ruin her life with a baby she doesn't want. Everyone screws up, Marty. Her life shouldn't end because of it. There's no reason we can't help her out," you'd been quiet most of the day, but you wouldn't let Marty attack her, not when she knew the decision she'd made and the impact it would have on her.

"So what are you going to do? Be an aunt to your own baby, Charlotte? You'll have no choice but to be in its life," Marty argued, and she nodded, knowing that she'd be involved as long as the two of you were friends, but she seemed to be okay with it; if that changed, you wanted to be the first to know.

"I know I'll always be involved, but it'll be their baby. You know they'll love a child like their own, blood or not, Dad! This is the most logical decision. If I went through an agency, someone crazy could end up with the baby."

Aaron had been quiet, but there wasn't much left for anyone to say. Marty was pissed regardless of what argument was being made.

"I can't believe you ended up pregnant. We taught you better than this, Charlotte. I should really blame you--she's been living with you for months now," he accused, pointing his finger at you. That was Aaron's cue to step in, because it instantly made him furious.

"And why was she living here, Marty? What was happening that you couldn't be a father to your kids? This isn't her fault and I won't have you blaming either of them." You we're crying, desperately dabbing at your face before anyone could see, but Aaron noticed and was livid--Marty was already trying to backpedal because of the scowl Aaron wore.

"You know what, that was wrong of me. I shouldn't have said any of that. You were raising my kids when I couldn't and I appreciate everything you've done. Charlotte is grown now, she's responsible for herself," Marty said, looking to you, making sure you'd calm down. Aaron was shooting him the iciest of glares as Aaron came into the kitchen to stand next to you at the sink.

"We just want to help, Marty. Charlotte has dreams, there's no reason everyone can't get what they want," you said finally, and he nodded, looking to Charlotte.

"If you're serious, I'll have Helen draw up the paperwork. Y/n and Aaron are the best possible people you could have on your side during this. I can't think of anyone better to raise a baby." Marty had changed his tune, but Aaron's protective grip on your waist was here to stay. He held onto you long after Marty had left, hugging you tight.

"You okay?" He asked softly, looking down at you. You nodded, your head on his chest.

"This day has been shit. I'm going to bed," Charlotte announced, so you let Aaron lead you to the bedroom. He silently undressed you and got you ready for bed before he did the same, rolling on his side so he could look at you.

"We have roughly 7 months to get everything ready. We'll be moved in next week, we can go ahead and start planning on a crib in the attic; it's plenty big enough. I hope you don't think I'm pushing this on you. I need to know you want it too."

You nodded, kissing him quickly before explaining your off mood.

"I do want this, baby. It's just been an emotionally draining day. I'm mentally tapped out; I have the day off tomorrow, can we sleep in for a little bit?" You weren't exactly feeling your best; the stress of the day was getting to you. You had a headache that was quickly turning into a migraine, even the light of the tv hurting your eyes.

"What can I do, baby? You don't look like you feel good," he felt your forehead, telling you that you had a fever.

"You're burning up, baby. Jesus, let me call Marty. See if he can go to the casino tomorrow," he was frantic, on the phone in an instant, explaining that you were sick and you needed to go to the doctor, so he'd be taking you. Marty agreed to handle things for the day and told you to get better soon, so Aaron gave you some medicine for your fever and grabbed a cool wash cloth, placing it on your head. He made you take off your socks and strip down out of your pajama pants, even though you were freezing. He still let you cover up, settling in at your side, as his hand rubbed your arm.

"Don't worry baby, we'll get you taken care of." He woke you periodically through the night for medicine and to check your temperature. He tried taking you to the hospital when he saw your fever wasn't breaking, but you told him you just needed to sleep it off, and he left you alone until morning.

"Wake up, baby. We're going to the doctor. You're hot to the touch, and you barely slept all night," you'd tossed and turned, making it impossible for either of you to sleep, even though you'd tried. Aaron had woken you up every four hours on the dot for medicine, so as soon as you'd fall asleep, you were right back up again.

"I'm fine, don't wanna go," you mumbled, putting the pillow over your head. He chuckled lightly, his hand on your back as he tried to coax you out of bed.

"Baby, please. I'm terrified that something is wrong," you finally sat up, laying right back down because you were dizzy beyond belief; you stood up, in a daze as you headed in the direction of the bathroom--you were sick instantly, hugging the toilet, emptying the contents of your stomach. You could hear Aaron on the phone in the other room, no doubt talking to Marty.

"She just started throwing up. She's going to the hospital whether she wants to or not," he said firmly, and you groaned, but knew you had to go figure out what was going on. You flushed the toilet and brushed your teeth, heading back to your room so you could get dressed. Aaron was still on the phone, but he sat you down and went to the closet, grabbing you something to wear. The phone was between his shoulder and his ear as he turned around and started undressing you, so he could get you ready to go.

"I can do it," you said weakly, but he shook his head, listening to whatever Marty was saying on the other line.

"She never gets sick; I'll let you know what we find out," he said before hanging up the phone, instructing you to stand to your feet so he could pull your pants up.

"You don't look like you want to move, just let me help, baby." He led you to the car and drove you to the nearest emergency room. Once you had been checked out by a nurse, they'd taken you for a CT scan to check your internal health, to make sure everything was okay. Aaron encouraged you to get some sleep while you waited on the doctor.

"Charlotte has an appointment today. I wanted to go," you sighed, looking at your IV and the hospital gown you wore.

"There will be plenty of other appointments. Let's get you back to feeling better first," he said softly, bringing his chair closer so he could sit next to you, his hand brushing your hair back as you laid in the stiff, cold bed.

"But this was the first one," you argued, upset that your body was betraying you and you were missing the first time getting to see your baby. You knew Charlotte would bring you ultrasound photos, but it wasn't the same as seeing for yourself.

"I know, baby. We'll hear all about it when we get home, okay? Try to get some rest."

The doctor came in a few minutes later, explaining that your appendix was inflamed and needed to come out immediately, so they were going to prep you for surgery.

"You'll be home by tonight, it's not very invasive, but that's why you're so sick," the doctor told you, looking to Aaron before he said anything else.

"You were wise to bring her in. Her appendix could've ruptured and we'd have serious problems," he told Aaron, who squeezed your hand a little tighter.

"Thank you, Doctor."

Within the hour, you were getting ready to be taken into surgery, giving Aaron a kiss before you were taken to another room.

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Aaron

My phone call with Charlotte quickly derailed my afternoon, even more so than Y/n being taken to emergency surgery. I'd have to explain to her what had happened when she woke up, and it wasn't going to be pretty. She'd be devastated, and I was silently preparing myself for the aftermath as I waited in her recovery room. They were going to bring her in here right after surgery so she could wake up on her own and I'd be waiting for her. I paced back and forth, trying to wrangle my thoughts until they wheeled her bed in the room, and I caught a glimpse of her. She was sleeping peacefully for the first time all day, and I wished more than anything that I didn't have to give her bad news when she woke up.

It took half an hour for her eyes to blink open, and she looked around the room confused until she spotted me. I quickly made my way to her bed, sitting on the edge so I could take her hand in mine. She offered me a small smile, still a bit out of it.

"Hi," she said softly, raising her head off the pillow slightly. She winced before laying back down, her teeth clenched together tightly.

"Are you okay? Do you need me to get the doctor?" She shook her head, taking a deep breath as she tried to adjust to the light in the room, regaining her senses slowly as the medication wore off.

"When can we go home?" She asked, and I told her I wasn't sure, but that I'd go let the doctor know she was awake and find out. I left her long enough to find him and sort out when she'd be able to leave. They were writing up her discharge papers and getting her a prescription of pain medication to take with her since she'd be sore. I made my way back to her room, and she was sitting up, mostly awake.

"There's my girl. You'll be going home soon," I told her, and shortly after the doctor came in and told her to rest for the next couple of days, not to lift anything for a few weeks, to take it as easy as possible. They gave her some meds and we were on our way. She let me help her get dressed and push her to the car in a wheelchair without an argument, a nurse on stand by just in case. As we got in the car, she turned to me, leaning across the console to kiss me.

"This could've been really bad--thank you for taking care of me. I can't wait to get home and rest," she had to work tomorrow evening, but I was going to go with her and make sure she was following the doctors orders and not lifting anything. Charlotte would need a couple of days off, and I knew once we got home, Y/n would insist on it, offering to take her shifts instead of taking care of herself. I still didn't have the heart to tell her; it felt like a bad dream, one I couldn't wake up from no matter how hard I tried.

"There's something you need to know before we get home," I kept my eyes on the road, because if I looked at her, I'd lose it. I thought I could lessen the blow by making her happy first, pulling into Starbucks and ordering her coffee and a cake pop, which always cheered her up. She was suspicious, eyeing me curiously from the passengers seat as she took the cup from my hands, sitting it in the cup holder as she stared back at me.

"What's going on, Aaron?"

I sighed, parking the car in the lot so I could take her hands, averting my gaze anywhere but her eyes. I knew the second she began to cry that I wouldn't be able to stop my own tears, and I needed to be strong for her sake.

"Sweetheart, Charlotte went to the doctor today. The baby... There was no heartbeat. Charlotte seems okay, but she's going to need you, baby."

She sat for a moment, letting the words sink in. She sighed, her eyes trained on her lap. I held my breath, wondering what her reaction would be like, if I needed to brace myself or not. She took a sip of her coffee before turning to look at me, her face unreadable.

"Let's get home so I can check on her," she said finally, asking me to go back through the line so we could get Charlotte coffee too. When we got home, she went in Charlotte's room and didn't come out for nearly an hour. They cried, they laughed, they cycled through every emotion as Y/n worked to help her friend through this loss; I didn't know what they were saying, but I was glad they had each other, and I was so proud of my girl for being able to hold it together and help Charlotte when I knew she was hurting, physically and emotionally.

I made dinner while they talked, and when they came out of her room, they both looked a little happier than earlier, coming to the kitchen to see what they could help me with.

"Neither of you are moving a muscle. Both of you need to go sit on the couch--find something to watch. I'll do this," I told them, shooing them out of the kitchen so they'd actually try to rest like the doctor had suggested for both of them. I made them both a plate before I joined them on the couch, sitting next to my girl.

"Thank you, Hotch. I really appreciate you," Charlotte said, and Y/n was next, thanking me for taking such good care of her. I assured them both it was no trouble, and asked what they planned to do about work.

"I mean, we can't just not go," Y/n said, making me roll my eyes back at her. Charlotte was supposed to work in the morning, and Y/n in the afternoon, but I was trying to talk them into calling Kay. They weren't having it--they promised they could handle it, and decided they'd just work the entire day together, that way they could help each other out. It meant a longer day for both of them, but I promised to come by in the evening and help them out. We are and watched the movie, but I could tell they were both exhausted from such a long day. I made them a cup of tea and made Y/n take her medicine, which I knew would make her tired. She let me lead her to the bedroom, patting the empty space next to her for me to climb into.

"Don't know what I'd do without you," she said, but the truth was, without her, I'd be lost.

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India Lima Yankee - Chapter 42

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 1646

Warnings: Anxiety about death

Summary: Juliette Kazansky discovers Maverick is back in town for a special training detachment, but she's more than a little blindsided when Rooster arrives too. Having not spoken to him for almost ten years after their less than amicable break-up, Juliette can only imagine how the next few weeks are going to play out when she remains head over heels in love with him while he wants nothing to do with Juliette other than to forget her.

Or so she thinks.

Notes: The parts in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: Centuries Enemies

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Rooster simultaneously regretted everything and nothing all at once when Maverick, for the first time that day, chose to listen to his advice and went after the enemy planes. He violently swerved the F-14 to the right, throwing Rooster around like a rag doll in the back despite being strapped in, and fired his guns at the SU-57. Smoke erupted from the engine as the plane went down, and before Rooster could process anything else, Maverick ordered, "Tell me when you see smoke in the air!"

Bradley whirled around and saw the second enemy close behind them. The radar alarm went off as a missile erupted from the SU-57, and Rooster yelled, "Smoke in the air! Smoke in the air!"

"Hang on!" Maverick jerked the plane to the right, the missile hot on their tail. Rooster thought they were done for until the damaged enemy plane fell into line behind them and took the projectile. It exploded in an impressive ball of flames.

"Yeah, Mav!" Rooster cheered, grinning. "Splash one! Splash one!"

His excitement was short-lived when the second enemy flew through the smoke and swiftly locked onto them. "Here comes another one!"

Maverick pulled the plane sharply upwards, so they were completely vertical. Maverick barked, "Rooster, flares! Now, now now!"

Rooster watched the missile get closer and closer, avoiding the flares until, finally, mercifully, it hit one of them. He barely had time to process the small victory, though, because the SU-57 flew fast and hard behind them, determined to take them out.

"Splitting the throttles," Maverick announced, forcing the plane into a tight barrel roll, almost flipping the F-14 nose over tail. "Coming around."

Leveling out, Rooster saw the enemy in front of them. They had it in their sights, and with Maverick behind the joystick, there was no way the enemy could escape. Mav, his dad, was the best in the Navy, no matter what anyone said, and yes, his plans were certifiably crazy and death-defying, but they worked. Rooster had no doubt in that very moment they were going to survive this.

Bradley heard Maverick muttering impatiently to himself about getting tone, so when the lock alert rang, Rooster encouraged, "You got him, Mav! You got him!"

"Taking the shot!" Maverick confirmed. A missile shot out from the F-14.

There's no way the enemy can evade that! He's dead! He's toast! That little shit is so-

The cheers in Rooster's head evaporated when the SU-57 pulled a maneuver that he could only describe as a vertical side-somersault. When Maverick even questioned the trick, Rooster knew it was impressive. They flew a hair's breadth away from the enemy, passing by so closely that the pilot probably saw Rooster plaster himself against the side of the canopy to get a better look at exactly what the enemy had just pulled off. If Rooster's mask had been down, the pilot also would've seen him exclaim, "Holy shit! What the fuck was that?!"

Oh God, we're alive! But we're dead! How the fuck are we going to get out of this now? Bradley thought frantically, racking his brain to think of something, anything, to help Maverick out from the backseat other than calling out what he saw. There had to be something!

"Hang on!" Maverick called out, dropping the F-14 towards the river below. "We have to get low! The terrain will confuse his targeting system!"

As the F-14 fell to a dangerously low altitude in a narrow valley, Rooster turned around to see where their 'friend' was. Unfortunately, nothing shook this pilot, and nothing seemed to be deterring him, not even Maverick's insanity. Rooster warned, "Here he comes!"

The SU-57 flew dangerously close to their tail, and before he could even warn Maverick, Bradley watched bullets erupt for the enemy.

Please don't hit us! For fuck's sake, please don't hit us!

"Talk to me, Rooster," Maverick ordered, sounding slightly panicked. "Where is he?"

"He's still on us!" Bradley watched in horror as not only did more gunfire spew from the enemy, but it struck their plane. "We took a hit! We took a hit!"

"Damn it!"

Rooster braced himself in the back, figuring he'd need to after his words of motivation. "Come on, Mav! Do some of that pilot shit!"

"Brace yourself!"

Already ahead of you. Rooster thought, his arms and feet braced against the canopy and floor, respectively. It helped nothing. For a second time that day, the Tomcat's wings came out, and Maverick pulled a Cobra maneuver. In normal circumstances, the stunt was dangerous. Flying in a narrow valley at under one hundred feet in altitude with an enemy plane hot on their heels made it near-suicidal. The SU-57 blew past them, barely a couple of feet away from hitting the F-14, as Maverick lifted gracefully above for a few moments before snapping the plane down behind the enemy. Rooster's bracing methods were no longer effective, and his straps hardly kept him in his seat. All he could do to deal with the madness of the entire situation was exclaim, "Holy shit!"

Maverick zeroed in on the SU-57 and announced, "I got tone. Taking the shot!"

Rooster watched eagerly as the missile zipped after the enemy, only to be taken out by flares. He swore in dismay. "Damn it!"

"Out of missiles, switching to guns." Maverick fired relentlessly, but none of the bullets hit the enemy.

"Come on, Mav, come on!" Rooster encouraged, sensing his dad's frustration. Maverick fired his guns again, and this time some of the bullets hit. "You got him, Mav!"

"It's not over yet," he replied, panic evident in his voice. Rooster figured he must be low on ammo. "One last chance."

"You can do this!"

"Come on, Maverick," the captain muttered to himself. He waited for a moment, then fired one more time, unleashing the remaining bullets onto the SU-57. Rooster watched the enemy pilot eject and his plane crash into the side of the mountain in a ball of fire and black smoke.

Bradley shook his fists victoriously, announcing, "Yes! Splash Two!"

Maverick didn't respond, but his heavy breathing could be heard. Instead of saying anything else, Rooster knew the best thing he could do now was return to getting the radar and radio working. He fiddled around with some switches and buttons on his right, pushing one in.

The screen in front of him lit up. "Mav, I got the radio on."

"Outstanding!" Maverick praised, relieved. "Get us in touch with the boat."

"Copy that."

An alarm blaring interrupted their moment of peace and quiet. Rooster heard Maverick breathe, "Oh my God."

Both pilots turned their heads left, right, up, and down, searching futilely for the incoming enemy. Annoyed, and if not a little afraid, Rooster demanded, "Where the hell is this guy?!"

There was a pause, then Maverick said, "He's on our nose."

Rooster's blood ran cold. He peered around to the front, and in the distance, he saw the newcomer.

"Damn it," Maverick hissed. "We're out of ammo."

The breath caught in Rooster's throat at the words. We're out of ammo. That means we can't fight back, and that means-

"Smoke in the air!" Maverick alerted. "Rooster, flares!"

Mav rolled the plane while Rooster obeyed the command. The missile struck the flares, but they were far from okay. The enemy had more weapons. They had nothing but their wits and a damaged F-14. As good as Maverick was, even Rooster recognized the dire situation.

"That was close," Rooster remarked, turning around to see where the enemy had gone. He also had another epiphany looking at the controls in front of him. "We're out of flares, Mav! Shit, he's already on us! This is not good!"

Maverick desperately swerved the F-14 left and right to avoid the gunfire directed at them, but it was useless. Some of the bullets hit the wing. Rooster announced this, and his heart dropped at the terror in Maverick's voice as he said, "No, no, no, no, no!"

They took more hits, and Rooster, trying to remain calm but failing as his mind raced with their rapidly disappearing long lives, said, "We can't take much more of this!"

"We can't outrun this guy. We have to eject," Mav decided.

"What?!"

Maverick ignored the protest. "We need altitude. Pull the ejection handles the second I tell you!"

"Mav, wait!" This couldn't be happening. Even if they ejected, the enemy pilot would simply circle around and fire at them in the water. They were the reason the uranium enrichment plant and enemy base were destroyed. The opposing pilot wouldn't take kindly to that, nor would they let Maverick and Rooster get away alive. There had to be another way. He had so much left to talk to Maverick about, too, not to mention he had to return to Juliette. Rooster couldn't do this to her. He couldn't make her lose him a second time, especially so soon after losing her dad. He couldn't hurt her. Not again...

"Rooster, there is no other way!" Maverick argued, pulling the plane sharply up towards the sky. They rapidly gained altitude, and the moment they crossed a thousand feet, the captain barked, "Eject! Eject! Eject!"

With no other choice, Rooster grabbed the handles above his head and yanked as hard as he could.

Nothing happened.

Panicked, he tugged furiously on them some more, but the same result continued.

Maverick turned around to look at his backseater. "Rooster, pull the handle! Eject!"

"It's not working!" Bradley snapped, allowing his terror to escape in his words. What were they going to do? If they couldn't eject, if they couldn't fight back, what else was there to do but to get shot down and plunge into the ocean? "Mav!"

"I'm sorry," Maverick whispered, sounding utterly defeated, and that's when Rooster knew.

He would never live to see another day.

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vinkunwildflowerqueen · 2 months

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Hi! I was just wondering if you had decided how you feel so far about the Wicked film just based on the first look trailer?

I’m still torn on how I feel. I’ve been nervous about the film since it was announced because I love the musical so much, but I’m also intrigued about it. If I want to watch it, I may wait until it’s on streaming or able to rent on demand, and not see it in cinemas. I’m not sure yet, though. I may wait to decide until more trailers are released.

one thing is for sure I am most looking forward to seeing Jonathan Bailey as Fiyero and Michelle Yeoh as Morrible. Those were the cast announcements I was most excited for.

Hi :)

This could be a bit of a long post, so I'm going to put my thoughts below the cut so people who don't care can just scroll on past.

The TL;DR version is that I didn't hate the trailer but I'm still not completely sold on some of the cast; however I am reserving judgement until I see the movie in November and I'm really hoping to be pleasantly surprised.

"Cautiously optimistic" is how I would describe it.

Well, there's things I like about what we saw in the trailer, and things I'm really intrigued to see the context of and what they do with it. I hesitate to say there's things I don't like- especially from a teaser trailer, because the point of it is to tease, so I can't judge whether or not anything is "bad". But when I've spent 14 years wanting this movie and building my own mental Oz, which doesn't line up with Jon M Chu's, because he does not have access to my imagination; it is hard to be objective and let go of your own vision!

I'm really just trying to go into the cinema in November with an open mind and low expectations. I've been burned before with bad adaptations of things that I love, so trying not to get too excited (if that makes sense?) I'm also planning to try and see the movie with a mix of friends who have seen the musical and those who haven't; to try and get a wide range of perspectives.

I know there are a lot of people out there who love the book and really want the movie to include a lot of elements from it. I, sorry, am not one of those people. I know there's some apparently pretty reliable reports out there that they have included some aspects of the novel into the film; but this isn't really something I'm excited about. But I am curious which elements they've included- world building? Character aspects? Plot bits?

I'm super excited to see Michelle Yeoh as Morrible. She's such an amazing actress, and she was pretty much the only casting announcement where I was immediately on board.

Other than Jeff Goldblum, I really don't know much about anyone else in the cast. I'm not a Bridgerton gal, so the only thing I've seen JB in is Broadchurch. And really, my only hesitation with JB and Cynthia is that they're both older than I would've preferrred (but the time jump between movies, I hear you say. And yes, sure. Maybe they are lengthening the time skip of intermission to a more similar length of the novel; because although it's never been confirmed, the musical has always felt like a shorter time jump).

I didn't love the riff at the end of DG we heard- not because it was bad, I just prefer a... cleaner(?) riff (I don't know if that's the right word for what I mean. I am not a singer in any capacity, so I don't have the jargon nailed down).

I'm not an Ariana fan (of her music. I can't speak to her personally because I don't know her), and she's just not how I envisioned Glinda, but I really want to be pleasantly surprised by her. As far as her acting goes, my only exposure is episodes of Victorious, which I wasn't a fan of.

From what we've seen so far (trailer and leaked set photos from during filming) the things I am most unhappy with really have no effect on the story and they are weird things to be unhappy about, so I'm trying to get over myself.

A colleague said to me during the week "Oh once the movie comes out, you can stop seeing the show and just watch the movie on repeat." and I was like "lol, no."

The movie is going to be it's own thing. And maybe (hopefully?) there'll be world/plot/character elements I love and want to add to my own mental Oz for future fics. Or I could just be like "well, that was a thing" and ignore it completely. We'll see!

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Movie Night - B.B.

Summary: Bucky invites the new, shy team member to family movie night.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of traumatic pasts?, awful comedy - like really bad, and a truck load of fluff.

Word count : 3,100

A/n: AHHH this is so much fluff, this is only my third fic so lemme know if you guys like it and send me an ask or private message if you have any ideas or requests for future fics! Xx

Please do not translate on steal any of my works! Reblogs and likes are welcome and much appreciated if you would like! X

Part 2

"Ok movie night" Tony announced dramatically as he entered the kitchen, arms thrown in the air with a swagger in his step.

Bucky rolled his eyes at Tony's usual theatrics.

"Alright take it down a notch Gatsby, theres no paparazzi in here" Nat grumbled with a bored expression as she walked past him to put the orange juice back in the fridge. Sam snorted and Tony simply brushed past her comment waltzing over to the booze cabinet.

"Meet back here in 20 minutes with snacks and blankets, I'll handle the drinks" he said lifting up a bottle of vodka.

"All I heard was drinks" Nat shrugged grabbing a bag of skittles and heading straight over to the couch, where she not-so-graciously flopped down onto a cushion.

"I'll bring the pop tarts!" Thor boomed.

Sam made a beeline for the cabinet that they keep specifically stocked for nights like this. "SAM NO! The oreos are mine!" Clint yelled as he made a mad dash for said cabinet knocking over a barstool on the way. Bruce looked at them, then to the barstool that lay on the kitchen floor, and with a defeated sigh turned and left to join Nat on the couch.

"Hey Steve" Bucky said quietly to his best friend. "Where's y/n?"

"Uh probably in her room, why?" He replied

"Uh- well, it's just she never really joins us for any team thing, and, i don't know, maybe she feels left out.. or something, m-maybe one of us should go get her?"

He asked sheepishly, worrying that Steve would catch on to his very obvious crush that he definitely didn't have on you.

Steve smiled, "that's really sweet Buck, I mean i assumed she just wasn't really a people person but, maybe she's just shy? It's worth asking"

"Ya think? What if she just hates us, what if she feels awkward saying no" "Buck i'm sure she doesn't hate us, she's been through a lot, you understand that better than anyone, she's probably just shy, plus she's only been here two weeks, she might feel awkward joining in on our team things, she just needs someone to let her know that she's more than welcome"

Bucky contemplates Steve's words before nodding his head and turning to head to your room.

You had come to the compound a couple weeks ago after the team rescued you from a Hydra base in Russia. The team had all been very nice to you, but you hadn't seen much of them as you weren't a fan of coming out of your room all that much. You weren't really used to normal human interaction, since you were taken by Hydra at such a young age. The team figured they'd give you a settling period, let you get used to your surroundings so you felt more comfortable before they started bombarding you, after all, when Bucky first arrived at the compound he basically didn't talk to anyone that wasn't Steve.

However, Bucky also knew how lonely that time had been, he knows now that team didn't talk to him so much because they didn't want to make him uncomfortable but he didn't know then and he always felt it would've been nice if someone had just offered. So, he figured, if you said no then that was fine but it would be nice to at least offer.

He made his way nervously to your room. He waited outside for a moment going over what he would say, then, hesitantly knocked on your door. He heard soft foot steps on the other side of the door but as soon as the door opened, everything he planned on saying went out of his head. You were wearing a cozy outfit, joggers and a t-shirt that appeared to have some sort of constellation on the front, along with a pair of fuzzy grey socks. Bucky couldn't help but think about how it would feel to snuggle up next to you in your adorable - seemingly tired - state.

You both stared wide-eyed at each other for a moment. Him not knowing what to say, and you shocked to see someone at your door.

"Uh hey" Bucky said quietly after a moment of awkward silence.

"Hi" you said, so quietly he probably would have missed it if it weren't for his super soldier hearing.

It was the first time Bucky had heard you speak, and after just one word he knew he wanted to hear more. He took a second to compose himself, deciding it was best to start explaining why he had randomly shown up at your door after never having had an actual conversation, besides what he said to you the day he carried you out of the hydra base, barely still breathing.

"I uh, I was w-wondering if you wanted to.. join us for team movie night? It's totally fine if you don't want to or if you just don't feel comfortable yet, I completely get it, I just thought I would ask in case you thought you weren't welcome or something, there's like snacks n stuff and you can bring a blanket if you- well, I mean that's if you decide to come but you don't have to.. if you.. don't want to" He trailed off at the end suddenly aware of his mindless rambling. He didn't want to scare you away before you'd even agreed to join them.

You looked at him, still in shock, although thinking it was really nice of him to go out of his way to come find you and ask if you wanted to come.

"Um y-yeah, that'd be nice, uh o-only if everyones ok with it, i d-don't wanna intrude or anything..." you mumbled, barely audible and looking everywhere but directly into his eyes.

"No no of course not, no it would be great, we'd love you to join us!" He was quick to make sure you knew you were welcome but cringed at the sound of him seeming way to enthusiastic. "Uh you can come now with me, or- or you could make your way down in like 10 minutes for when we start".

It was then that you finally let yourself meet his eye only to see the most beautiful crystal blue orbs staring back at you. You blinked a couple times trying to break out of your daze.

"Is- uh can i go with you?" You asked terrified. Bucky almost thought he saw tears in your eyes, which immediately left him feeling guilty, was he making you uncomfortable?

"Of course you can doll, uh shall we go"

You nod, shyly, and start to shuffle out of your room as Bucky turns to make his way back to the common area, checking every few seconds to make sure you're still behind him.

You hesitate once you reach the entrance of the common area and see the rest of the team, hustling around. Tony mixing up drinks, Steve trying to calm down Clint and Sam who were still fighting over a packet of oreos, Nat, Bruce and Vision carrying a casual conversation over on the couches, Thor was sat on a bean bag on the floor surrounded by blankets, a box of strawberry pop tarts in hand, already happily munching away, Wanda launching a pillow and Nat's head as she watches her try to slip into her usual spot on the smaller couch to the right of the big screen.

They clearly had a family dynamic - I mean chaotic as hell, but still family and you felt bad intruding on that, plus the fact that just being around people after so long scared you quite a bit.

Bucky sensed your hesitation, and knowing how you felt after his own experience thought it would be best to just be supportive as he eased you in.

He offered his hand to you as a symbol of reassurance rather than giving you a lecture about how everyone is very welcoming. He knew from previous experience, that those talks often didn't help. He also knew very well that Steve was just trying his best when he'd give Bucky one of 'those talks' but it's easier said than done when your walking into a long time family.

He gave you a soft smile, and you gently took his hand, surprising both him and yourself. You knew a little about Bucky's past and you guessed you just found comfort in him knowing he had a very similar experience. Bucky took it as a victory that you trusted him enough to let him lead you into the chaotic common area hand in hand.

He first brought you to the kitchen which was less crowded now that Steve had finally got Sam and Clint to compromise and just 'share the goddamn cookies'. Now only Steve and Tony stood in the kitchen.

You hid yourself slightly behind Bucky as you approached the counter.

"Oh hey kid, glad you made it" he smiled at you then continued on to the living room area, drink in hand. You felt yourself relax slightly, you were very grateful that he didn't make a huge deal out of it, and seemed very welcoming.

You softly and timidly returned his smile.

Steve brought his head out of the cabinet he was rummaging through to see Bucky and a very scared looking you, just behind him, holding his hand. He was surprised, first to see that Bucky had actually gone through with asking you and that you had agreed to come, and also at the fact that you were holding hands, but he decided to brush past that for now, clearly taking note of your discomfort.

"Hey y/n, your here for movie night I assume"

You nodded your head with a timid smile.

"That's great, well then welcome to your first of many" he said with a warm smile. "Thanks" you said quietly. He nodded with a beaming smile then wandered of to join the rest of the team.

Bucky let go of your hand as he went over to the snack cabinet. "You want anything to eat or drink?"

"Oh uh no that's ok, thanks though" you replied quietly.

Bucky just smiled while reaching up to grab a bag of popcorn, he poured some into a bowl before walking over to you, and with a comforting hand resting gently on your lower back you made your way over to the team. Bucky, once again sensing your discomfort, sat down on the large L shaped couch that took up the majority of the space, he sat in the corner of the couch since less people seemed to be crowded there and gently tapped the space next to him. You immediately followed happy to be able to sit by Bucky where you felt more comfortable. He smiled as you sat down.

The team acknowledged your presence with a simple, but pleasant chorus of "hey"'s and "glad you could make it"'s. They all seemed to pick up on your nervous demeanour and acted accordingly which you really appreciated, you were not up for a whole lot of attention right now. Well, all but Thor, bless him, who didn't seem to pick up on your fear quite as easily as he boomed, "Welcome lady y/n, how pleasant that you are here for your first movie night"

If looks could kill, Thor would be six feet under, as Bucky glared literal daggers at him. He'd made progress with you and desperately didn't want to scare you off now. There were a few eye rolls and a definite face palm from Clint.

"Calm down Thor, you're gonna freak her out" Wanda reprimanded him from her place behind him on the couch, although quietly.

Of course the poor guy was just trying to be sweet so was a bit confused at the reaction he got from the rest of the team.

"Hi Thor" you said, barely above a whisper and not looking up from your hands. In all honesty the team were a little shocked but they didn't want to make you even more uncomfortable so they just moved on, although Thor was beaming.

"Ok who turn is it to pick, ive lost track" Tony says, margarita in hand, diverting the teams attention back to the matter at hand.

"Why don't we let y/n pick?" Bucky speaks up.

Theres a chorus of approvals from the rest of the team and they all turn to look at you expectantly whilst you turn to Bucky with terrified wide eyes like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Oh no no thats ok i don't really know any" you replied, barely audible as you looked down at your hands in your lap.

Bucky sensed your discomfort but he was determined to make you feel welcome and a part of the family because he knows from personal experience how hard it can be, and at least he had Steve when he came to the compound, you had no one.

"That's ok, how about I scroll through some of these and you just point to one of the pictures you like the look of?" He replied quietly.

You looked up at him and hesitantly nodded your head. "Uh ok yeah"

Nat chucked the remote over to Bucky and he started slowly scrolling, waiting for you to point one out.

You had no idea where to start, you hadn't watched a movie since you probably only 4 years old. You were overwhelmed and worried that no one would like what you picked but also very wary that they were all looking at you, waiting for you to make a decision. You pointed to the very next one that came up which happened to be a picture of a girl in a pink dress, but what caught your attention was the small dog standing next to her in a... pink sweater? Why was there a dog wearing clothes? You'd never seen that before.

Bucky stopped scrolling when he saw you pointing at the screen. He looked to where you pointed and read the title.

"Legally Blonde?"

He looked to you for confirmation.

"Uh, yeah i guess, i-if everyones ok with that we can choose som-"

"Hell no, I love this movie!" Sam yelled excitedly. "Great choice y/n" he smiled at you.

You stared at him wide eyed for a second, and once you got over the shock, sheepishly smiled back at him.

"YES! I was going to pick this next week" Wanda squealed, getting comfortable in her spot on the couch.

You turned to Bucky with a soft, grateful smile on your face, that he then returned.

Bucky started the movie, then held his bowl of popcorn out towards you. You weren't exactly hungry but he was being so good to you, and you felt bad refusing his offer.

You took a handful with a small smile and turned you attention back to the screen that had started blaring a loud, cheerful tune.

Just a few minutes later you felt your self shiver as you'd left your room forgetting a blanket and without your sweater. Bucky immediately took notice of this and was quick to find a way to make you comfortable again, not that you would ever mention you were cold, but that just gave Bucky more reason to help you. He reached over to Wanda and swiftly snatched her blanket that was loosely draped over her legs. She was about to protest but Bucky stopped her with a glare that shifted to pleading eyes when he nodded his head towards you, who was still paying full attention to the screen and hadn't noticed the blanket war behind you. Wanda still looked pretty pissed, but also understood that Bucky was just trying to be sweet to you, even if it was at the expense of her warmth, so she let it go and turned her attention back to the movie.

Bucky got to work, carefully tucking the blanket around you. You jumped for second but relaxed and gave Bucky a soft smile in thanks to what he was so kindly doing. Wanda looked over at the rustling, witnessing the very adorable scene, of Bucky with his tongue sticking out in concentration, making sure the blanket was perfectly placed around you and that you were no longer cold. She just smiled and turned back to the movie, suddenly not so mad about her blanket being viciously ripped away from her.

It was about half way through the movie when you started to feel your eyes grow heavy. You hadn't been sleeping well since arriving at the compound, understandably after what you went through with Hydra. You fought it off for a while not wanting to seem rude but one look down at Thor snoring with his mouth hanging open, half eaten pop tart in his open palm, you let your eyes stayed closed longer each time you blinked until eventually you fell into a deep sleep.

Bucky hadn't even noticed until he felt your head drop against his shoulder. It startled him at first, thinking it was you trying to get his attention, wanting to leave, but immediately relaxed as he saw the peaceful look on you face as you slept. He smiled down at you. He knew if you slept like that your neck would be agony by the time you woke up so he adjusted your position on the couch, moving his arm around you and ever so carefully and gently moved your head to rest on his chest, he manoeuvred the blanket so that it now wrapped around you both. He checked to make sure you were still asleep before turning his attention back to the movie. Only this didn't last long as he found himself staring down at you adoringly and eventually, he too felt himself slip into a dreamless sleep.

As the end credits rolled the team, or those that were still awake anyway- started to move about. Wanda gently woke up Thor whilst Nat not-so-gently woke up Clint, with a splash of water to his face. Clint woke with a start about to have a hissy fit but Nat stopped him by shoving a pillow over his face.

"SHUSH you'll wake them up" she smirked, knowing that she'd got away with her little stunt.

Clint moved the pillow from his face giving Nat a glare before turning his head to see who she was referring to.

Over in the corner of the couch you and Bucky laid, tangled together, both in a peaceful sleep.

The rest of the team looked over, there was a wonderful silence for a moment as they took in the adorable scene in front of them, only for that moment to be ruined as they here the loud unmistakeable 'click' of a phone camera. All heads turn to Steve with a mix of pissed off and disappointed expressions as they watch the mighty Captain America, get into a pathetic wrestling match with his phone as he madly scrambles to cover the noise and turn his phone off. His phone ends up dropping into a bowl of popcorn on the table in front of him, and he freezes with a sheepish look on his face.

"Oh For god sake old man, would it kill you to just be quiet and stop being all proud best friend for one fucking second!" Tony whisper shouted to an apologetic looking Steve.

"Should we wake them?" Bruce whispered.

"Nah leave them, it's sweet" Nat whispered back.

They all started to quietly leave and just as Steve turned to go, Sam came from behind him and slapped him on the shoulder. "Don't worry old man, I got the photo" Sam whispered with a smug smirk as he strolled past Steve and off to his room.

Steve took one last look at the two of you curled up together on the sofa. He was happy for you both, after everything you both went through with Hydra, he was glad you'd found each other.

#bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky barnes one shot #bucky mutual pining #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #wanda x reader #sam x reader #nat x reader #clint x reader #thor x reader #soft bucky #bucky barnes comfort #movie night

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allexthakatt · 2 years

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Okay so this idea has been running around my head for like a week and I think I have it all together. I hope this is readable cx

Pairing: Spencer Reid x FEM! Reader

CW: insecurities, poor body image, Spencer being a simp for reader, a little bit of alcohol (very brief), mentions of a case (not explicit)

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Not Like The Others

"Hey Pen Pen! We still on for dinner this weekend? I've been craving that tai food place for ages!" Y/n walked into the bat cave that was Penelope Garcia's office. It was a good day today, y/n had woken up earlier than she needed to, ate a healthy breakfast for once, got a little makeup on and even had enough time to do a little makeup. It was the beginning of a good day, she was hoping.

"Of course sista. You know I would never ever turn down a tai food night with my best friend." Penelope's bright attitude shined through every crevice of the room. It was hard to have a bad day around her in general. Penelope was just the sun in human form.

"Great. I got a brand new bottle of that Vanilla Crown and some Peppermint flavored Vodka! Some new movies, even though we don't really agree on some, I think I got a good selection of-"

Y/n was cut off by a knock at the door. Spencer walked in with files in his hand, intending to give them to Penelope for Rossi. However his tongue got caught in his mouth as he laid eyes upon y/n. She always made him feel like this; tongue tied and shy. Something about her just made his brain short circuit.

"I-uh. Ahem- I came to bring you these files for Rossi. He wanted you to go through them for him." It was impossible to keep up a cool demeanor with her around. He felt like a teenager.

"Well thank you, boy wonder." The air got suddenly awkward. No one really knew why- well maybe Spencer did. And it was not an awesome reason.

"Hi Spencer." Y/n said with a shy smile. Spencer had this same affect on her too. He just didn't know it even though it was so painfully obvious to Garcia in the room. "G-Good morning y/n. How uh.. How are you?" It was clear to Penelope that he was nervous. Y/n, however didn't seem to catch on. "I'm good, me and pen were talking of getting dinner this weekend is all..." The blush on y/ns cheeks also did not go unnoticed by Penelope. She makes a mental note to bring up this painful transaction later at dinner. Thankfully, before anymore torture can continue, JJ knocks on the door announcing there's a new case.

"So what the heck was up with you the other day with Spencer? You were so shy! Y/n is not a shy person." Saturday evening, Penelope and y/n sitting on her couch drinking Crown and watching Twilight. (It was Penelope's turn to pick the movie) Y/n let's her head fall, an apparent blush forming on her cheeks.

"I don't knooow pen. He makes me feel so shy and awkward. Like he's so attractive and sweet I just freeze up and forget how to speak words." Her best friend laughs and takes another sip, preparing to pause the movie because this is much more interesting than anything Bella could ever do.

"You have a crush on boy wonder! Who would've guessed! Can I plan your wedding? Ooh oh oh! Can I name your kids? Wait no- I'll gladly just take one named after me." Before she could continue Y/n put her hand over her friends mouth. "Hold on there, tiger. He probably doesn't even like me back! I mean you saw him that day. He wouldn't even look at me. And let's be honest, pen. Im not exactly his type." Penelope cocked her head to the side, urging Y/n to go on.

"Seriously pen? Spencer likes petite pretty girls. Smart and athletic, or shy and booky. I'm not at all like the girls he's liked or dated in the past. Face it, pen pen he's too good for me.." Whether it was the built up insecurities or the alcohol making her loose, she went on. "I'm no Maeve Donovan, or Lila Archer. Hell I'm not even close to JJ. And his latest girlfriend Max? She was perfect for him. Penelope I'm just not good enough and it sucks but it's true."

Y/n was nothing like JJ, or Lila, or even Maeve. She was more on the plus size, had a more colorful vocabulary. She knew how to play guitar, didn't really read books but rather preferred to listen to music and just chill. She was nothing like the pretty little women that typically caught Spencer's attention. And nothing broke her heart more.

"Y/n just because he's dated different people in the past doesn't mean you're no good for him. Maybe all those relationships didn't work out because they weren't right for him to begin with. Don't assume his feelings, Y/n. Just saying." Y/n took another sip and pressed play. "Please can we talk about something else? I don't wanna be sad tonight." Garcia smiled and changes the subject to Keanu Reeves and puppies.

Monday came around quicker than anyone anticipated. She couldn't get Penelope's words out of her head. Could she really have a chance with Spencer Reid? The thought sent butterflies in her stomach. She was practically in love with the man. He was always in the back of her mind, taunting her with those beautiful lips she'd do anything to kiss. His long curly hair she'd love to grip and pull. His-

"Good morning miss Y/n! How was your weekend?" Tara was in a great mood this morning it seems. "Oh hey, it was pretty good actually. And yours? What'd you do?" Out of everyone on the team, (except Penelope of course) Y/n gets along with Tara best. Their personalities bounce off each other in such a way Y/n never feels judged. Penelope and Tara are probably her two best friends in the whole world.

"It was rather great! You know I heard so very interesting gossip about you and pretty boy over there.~" Tara says with a coy look in her eye. "Oh God, pen told you?!" She whisper-yells. The last thing she needed was people teasing her about something that will most likely never happen.

"Hey I'm not saying who told! But what I will say, is that if there anyone in this entire world who's into you, it's Spencer freakin Reid." Y/n's face heated up as she says his name. "Tara! Shut. Up!" She whispers in her face trying her best not to draw attention to them.

"I know you and Penelope just wanna make me feel better but please don't give me false hope. Please." Tara felt a little bad. Y/n has a lot of insecurities built up. She's tried very hard to keep it under control, however those horrible image problems tend to creep up from time to time. Especially when she develops feelings for someone.

Spencer sees Tara and Y/n talking, seeing y/n blush up and Tara and give her a knowing smile. The curious cat he is, walks up close to them to see exactly what's going on. Trying to be sneaky, he doesn't announce he's on his way. If there's something that makes y/n blush like that, he really wants to know.

Pretending to blend in and work on files closer, Spencers ears perk up at his name being said. "I don't understand why you don't just tell Spencer. He likes you back! We all see it, why cant you?" Tell him what? Likes her back? Was it really that obvious? And if it was why hasn't y/n said anything?

"Because there's nothing to see, Tara. I love you guys but please stop telling me stuff that isn't true. I'm not his type. I'm chunky and loud and inappropriate. I don't read a lot of books, I play guitar. Why on earth would someone as smart and intellectual as Spencer fall for someone dull and weird like me?"

Now Spencer was invested. How he not fall for someone like her? Everyone he's been with before let him down or broke his heart. Y/n was different. She runs around his mind daily, her smile, her curves, her laugh and personality. Everything about her makes him weak in the knees. How could someone so beautiful inside and out think something so bad about themselves?

"Y/n..." Tara had no idea her friends insecurities went this deep. However before she could console y/n, JJ speaks up bringing forth yet another case.

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A week and a half later. This case went as well as any case can. It ended with the unsub behind bars for life, yes, but not without victims under his belt. It had been particularly brutal, involving naive young women in high school looking to fit in. You could say it hit the women in the BAU harder than the fellas. Every girl in the world knows how hard it is to find yourself, especially in high school.

On the jet ride back everyone was doing their own thing. Luke and Tara talking about the case, JJ texting Will on her phone, Emily fell asleep at the table, and y/n had her earphones in listening to one of her favorite songs.

Spencer on the other hand was trying (key word trying) to read his book. However all that filled his mind was Y/n. He's barely had a chance to speak with her during the case, Emily keeping everyone busy. It was a blessing in disguise, truth be told. It gave him time to think of what needed to be said to her. He realized she deserved to know the truth of his feelings for her. It was decided that he was going to tell her as soon as possible.

After a painfully long ride back to Quantico, everyone bid their farewells to each other, Emily saying not to come in tomorrow. Spencer figured it was good a time as any to talk with y/n.

"Do you want me to walk you to your car?" It was a good first line, a good opening. Of course, Y/n could never say no to him. "Sure, that sounds great actually." They both grabbed their things and headed out.

The walk to her car was quiet, but peaceful. It was never tense or weird with Spencer, she always felt safe and happy just being in his presence. "I could give you a ride home if you'd like. The subway wouldn't be safe this late." She took a risk by asking him. If they were alone in the car together she wouldn't be able to control herself.

"I'd like that a lot actually. Thank you." This is perfect. He can have a one on one with her, be as upfront as possible. "Great, let's go then!" She remained calm on the outside. However inside she was a fucking mess. Why she was so nervous, she couldn't say. And that just made it worse.

When they finally pulled up to spencers apartment, he knew he had to take this moment for all its worth. "You can come up if you'd want. I know nights right after a case is hard on everyone.." Hes nervous and worried he may have crossed a line, but again, Y/n could never say no to him. With a smile, she responds. "I'd love to."

Once finally up, Spencer closes the door behind them. "Would you like some tea or water?" Grateful for something in her system, she accepts the tea and sits on his couch. His home is exactly like she'd imagined. Full of books and artifacts. No tv, she's not surprised. He's always prefer reading rather than watching.

Sitting down next to her with his own cup of tea, he figured it was now or never. "I uh.. I have to talk to you about something."

Her mind starts racing with a million thoughts, but she puts on a brave face and urges him to go on.

"I heard you and Tara talking the other day. And I know how... How you feel about me."

At that point her whole world turns upside down. He heard? She should've paid more attention! Why? How could she be so stupid?! What in the world was she thinking??

She took a deep shaky breath, "So you heard.. Everything?" The air in the room was thick and quiet, Y/n's anxieties growing by the minute.

"I did.. And I need you to know that you're wrong. About it all. I do feel the same, I wouldn't want anyone else. You're perfect for me, y/n. You deserve to know that." At this point Y/n was now up on her feet.

"No no no no... You're lying. Spencer I'm nothing like the women who get your attention. I'm not JJ or Lila.. I'm not Max... Or Maeve... I'm not smart or petite. I'm just... Me." All the insecurities she'd built up, all the nights she lost sleep staying up fantasizing about what will never be.

Spencer could feel his heart breaking with each word that comes out of her mouth. How can someone so beautifully wonderful think something so wrong about themselves?

"Y/n... Please stop telling yourself those lies." He stood up and grabbed her hands. "If there's any word to describe you, it'd be perfect. You're beautiful, inside and out. You don't judge me when I ramble about nonsense and you actually listen to the facts I have to say. You're absolutely stunning, you make me laugh and smile no matter how hard my day was. You're the one thing I look forward to when I walk into the bull pen every morning. You deserve to see what I see: a beautiful woman that I would literally do anything for."

Words caught in y/ns throat. A few tears slipped down her cheek and Spencer leaned in to wipe it away with his thumb. "If you'll allow me... I'd love to prove to you just how amazing you are."

By now they were centimetres apart. Y/n could feel his breath on her lips. Lips that he'd been dying to kiss since the moment they met.

"I'd really love that.." Their lips met for the first time. Finally, Spencer got to feel her this close to him. All those times fantasizing on the jet is nothing compared to the real deal.

When they separated, Spencer leaned his forehead against hers, stroking her still damp cheek with his hand. "You're everything to me. And I will gladly spend the rest of my days proving it." With that, Y/n leaned in again, promising the same to him.

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I'm so sorry this took a fucking lifetime. I just started a new job! And with Christmas around the corner it's very stressful. Not to mention I'm a mother and a wife 🤭

Please tell me how I did! And also feel free to send in requests via private message or an ask! 🥰🥰🥰

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bumblesimagines · 3 years

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Green Thumb

Part 8

Request: Yes or No

Sam and y/n had more development than y/n and Wanda lmao

You crossed your arms as you entered the room, glancing at the older man. You shared a look with Sam and Wanda, taking a seat in between Sam and Vision. You licked your lips, leaning towards Sam.

"What's this about?" You asked quietly, gaze flickering to Tony who sat in a corner.

"If I had to guess.. Probably about what happened in Lagos." Sam replied, glancing at Steve and Natasha. You frowned, looking at the Secretary of State.

"The world owes the Avengers an unpayable debt." He began, gaze sweeping over everyone in the room.

"You have.. Fought for us, protected us, risked your lives but while a great many people see you as heroes, there are some who would prefer the term 'vigilantes.'"

"And what word would you use, Mr. Secretary?" Natasha asked, studying the older man. You looked back at Tony Stark, making brief eye contact with him. It felt like an intervention. Or a teacher scolding their class after they made the sub cry.

"How about dangerous?" You frowned, looking forward when you heard his words.

"What would you call a group of US based enhanced individuals who routinely ignore borders and inflict their will wherever they choose and who, quite frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?" Mr. Secretary asked, looking over the small group in disappointed. You'd hate to admit it, but he had a point. The citizens of Sokovia were left to find new homes and the people of Lagos had to fix what had been destroyed. Mr. Secretary stepped to the side, looking at the screen. Videos began playing of all the times the Avengers caused destruction and most likely death. Wanda looked away, growing uncomfortable as the aftermath of the Lagos incident played. She already felt guilty enough about it. She had told you many times how she wished it would've gone differently. Steve noticed, frown deepening.

"That's enough." He called, watching the screen turn off.

"For the last few years, you've operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That's a decision the governments of the world can no longer tolerate." Mr. Secretary told them, hands clasped behind his back. You frowned, brows furrowing slightly.

"But we have a solution." Mr. Secretary took a book from his bodyguard, stepping forward and handing it to Wanda. Wanda picked it up, looking it over.

"The Sokovia Accords.. Approved by a hundred and seventeen countries." Wanda slid the book over to Rhodes so he could take a proper look at it. You looked at Mr. Secretary as he walked around the table.

"It states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they'll operate under the supervision of The United Nations Panel, only when and if that panel deems it necessary."

"That's such bullshit." You whispered. Mr. Secretary turned towards you, cocking a brow. Natasha let an amused smile slip while Sam covered up his snicker with a cough.

"The Avengers were created to make the world a safer place." Steve spoke up before he could address you.

"This is the middle ground." Mr. Secretary said, walking to the front again and facing everyone.

"The Accords will be ratified in a couple days." Steve turned towards Tony, earning a silent response.

"I'll leave you to discuss."

"And if we come to a decision you don't like?" Leave it to Natasha to say what was on everyones' minds. Mr. Secretary paused as he approached the door.

"Then you retire." He answered plainly. You watched him leave, picking up the cup of water infront of You You went to take a sip but it turned to ice before you could drink from it. With a small huff, you placed it down.

"That's new." Natasha called with a small smile, hoping to ease the tension in the room. You stood up, leaving the meeting room and heading to the lounge. The others followed, taking more comfortable seats on the couch. A debate quickly started between Rhodes and Sam while Steve looked through the Accords.

"Have you two thought about starting a debate club?" You asked, tapping the frozen water a few times before it finally turned back to normal water. Natasha let out a small snort, chuckling as she shook her head.

"I have an equation." Vision announced, stopping Rhodes and Sam. They turned towards him.

"In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of enhanced people has grown and during the same period, the number of world ending events has risen."

"So, it's Starks' fault?" You asked, leaning back in your seat with a tilted head. Tony scoffed from his spot on the couch, rolling his eyes.

"I'm saying, there might be a causality. Our very strength invites challenge, challenge insights conflict, and conflict... Breeds catastrophe. Oversight is not an idea that should be dismissed."

"I wish I understood half of what you said." You muttered softly, running your finger the leaf of a plant beside the seat. Natasha turned towards Tony, watching him.

"You're being uncharacteristic non-hyper verbal." Natasha pointed out softly as he looked at her with a deep sigh. Steve looked up from the Accords.

"It's cause he already made up his mind." Steve said, earning a small eye roll. Tony slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his head.

"Actually, I'm nursing a headache." He muttered as he stood up, walking towards the coffee machine. He poured himself some coffee and grabbed a bottle of pills before sighing and placing down a device. He showed an image of a young man.

"Oh, that's Charles Spencer, by the way. A great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA, had a floor level gig for the fall. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the people in Sokovia." Tony said, obviously agitated as he looked over everyone. You wondered why he now cared for the people who were injured during attacks.

"He wanted to make a difference although we'll never know cause we dropped a building on him while kicking ass." Everyone stayed silent as he spoke. You watched him take a pill, drinking it with the coffee.

"There's no decision making here. We need to be put in check. Whatever form that takes, I'm game. If we can't accept limitations, we're no better than the bad guys."

"Tony, when someone dies on your watch, you don't give up." Steve closed the Accords, looking at Tony with a frown.

"Who says we're giving up?"

"We are by not taking responsibilities for our actions. This document shifts the blame." Steve voiced his opinion, shrugging lightly.

"Steve, that is dangerously arrogant." Rhodes spoke up, shaking his head. Steve turned towards him.

"This is the United Nations we're talking about. It's not the world security counsel, it's not S.H.I.E.L.D, it's not HYDRA-"

"But it's run by people with agendas and agendas change." Steve pointed out as you rubbed your forehead, sighing softly. Both sides had good points but you sided with Steve. The team was obviously divided.

"What do you think, (Y/N)?" Vision asked, looking at you curiously. You licked your lips, gaze focusing on Tony.

"I'm curious as to why you care so much about this Charles guy. You've had, what was it? Eight years as Iron Man to care about the people who get hurt? Why now? Cause you realized one of those people could become the new you? Would you care this much about Charles if he had been a typical guy? No degree, no plans for the future, just a normal guy working a normal 9 to 5 job and just trying to make it through the week. I agree with Steve. What if something happens and they don't send us to help because it doesn't go with their agenda? People get hurt cause you've never set up a system to help after these things happen. You're a fucking billionaire, Tony. Make a company that's designed to help people get back on their feet after the Avengers bulldoze through cities." You said, legs crossing as you looked over everyone else. Steve gave a small nod, glad you were seeing his side. He checked his phone, abruptly standing and announcing he had to leave. You and the others watched him go in confusion.

"To answer your questions, I do care about normal people." Tony said, arms crossing. You let out a soft groan, leaning back in the couch.

"I'm sorry, what are you? Twelve? Didn't you turn twenty this year?" Tony cocked a brow, watching as you rolled your eyes and stood.

"Yeah, I did turn twenty. Surprised you knew considering you've never particularly liked me."

"Well, first impressions are everything and you did try impaling me with a branch."

"Maybe I should've."

"Alright, boys, let's calm down." Natasha called, placing a hand on your shoulder. You turned and walked towards the steps, heading down to your room at the facility. You entered and plopped down on the bed, running a hand through your hair. You tapped your foot on the ground, fingers going to the root bracelets in an attempt to relax. Wanda opened the door, closing it behind her and sitting beside you.

"What's wrong?" She asked softly, staring at you in concern. You weren't one to snap at others so quickly.

"There's so much going on. The Accords, my fucking powers, the sudden change in Nat and Tony, you possibly getting into trouble cause of the Lagos incident.. That could've been me." You breathed out. Wanda frowned, brows furrowing.

"No, it wouldn't have."

"I shot fire out of my hands and turned water to ice without meaning to. They're getting unpredictable." You looked at her, grip on the roots tightening. Wanda's gaze flickered to the window, making you turn. Part of the window was covered in a thin layer of ice.

"And that just proved my point."

"You're an incredible person, (N/N). Have faith in yourself. You'll gain control of them sooner or later. You have beautiful powers that could change and heal the world." Wanda pointed out gently, having you rest your head on her shoulder. She softly began to hum a lullaby. You didn't understand the words but her soft voice proved to be soothing.

"Thank you."

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"Why'd you call me again?" You asked, toying with the strings of your hoodie as you looked around the cafe. You had planned on taking a nap and watching a new show on Netflix but it seemed like Steve had other plans for you.

"Because I trust you and need your help." Steve replied, fixing his baseball cap as he tried avoiding eye contact with civilians.

"Really?" You asked softly. Steve nodded, offering a smile. He licked his lips, nodding to the tv. You turned, looking at the news. You really didn't have to considering what they were showing was right down the street.

"Your friend?" You looked back at Steve with a tilted head.

"We gotta find him before anyone else does." Steve said. You nodded, watching him. Steve had been desperately trying to find his friend, Bucky, since the attempt on Furys' life.

"I'll go in alone. We don't want to seem threatening or set him off by going in as a trio."

"(Y/N)? Being threatening? He can't even scare a baby!" Sam said in amusement, shooting you a playful grin.

"Right back at you, bird boy."

"I'm sorry, who here is named after the top bird of prey?" Sam asked, leaning forward slightly as Steve let out an amused sigh.

"Oh, I didn't know you were named after eagles." You responded, smiling in triumph when Sam huffed lightly.

"Come on, you two." Steve chuckled, leaving the cafe and heading down the sidewalk.

"I don't trust Stark." You told them, arms crossing. Sam glanced at you as Steve turned into an alleyway.

"Not surprised considering the little fight you two had."

"I think he had Vis keep an eye on me and Wanda. I snuck out while he was with Wanda in the kitchen." You told him, frowning.

"Firstly, I'm an adult-"

"That's questionable."

"-And secondly, he's not my dad." You took off the hoodie as Steve unlocked a car parked in the alleyway, giving Sam the duffle bag with his outfit. You looked at your phone when it buzzed, seeing texts from Clint.

Clint

Heard you had a fight with Stark

Clint

You're officially an Avenger now

You smiled softly, chuckling softly at the texts. You waited for the guys to finish changing before taking the earpiece from Steve. The apartment building had been nearby so you and Sam headed onto the roof while Steve entered.

"How well do you think this will go?" You asked Sam, looking for any sign of law enforcement.

"Wanna bet?"

"How much?" You looked at him, giving a small grin. Sam looked up at the sky for a moment, thinking it over.

"30 bucks. I bet this will go to shit and this dude will escape."

"I bet we'll get into serious shit but this dude will either come with us or get caught." You replied. Sam stuck out his hand, nodding. You shook it, chuckling softly. You turned your head, noticing movement.

"We've got company, Cap."

"They're approaching from the south." Sam added, attention focused on them. You heard Steve begin to talk to someone, watching the cars pull in and get ready. You turned your head, hearing the door to the roof open.

"Shit." You whispered, letting Sam pick you up and lift you into the air. You could hear the fight going on inside through the earpiece.

"Should we help?" You asked, glancing up at Sam.

"No clue." Sam replied, watching Bucky jump from the apartment onto the roof of another building. You noticed someone running at a high speed, jumping up onto the roof and knocking Bucky down.

"They have cat ears." You mumbled, pushing Sam's arms away.

"Deal with them." You motioned to the German police force on the roof, hoping down onto the roof. You raised your hand, a root shooting out and grabbing the strangers arm, refraining them from clawing at Bucky. Bucky turned his head, making eye contact with you. Your eyes widened when the man grabbed the root, using what felt like super strength to toss you off the roof. You quickly used a root to grab onto the side, breathing out a sigh of relief. Sam took care of a helicopter before flying by to grab you.

"Thanks." You breathed out, holding onto him as he followed the chase. Steve, Bucky, and the cat guy went into one of the tunnels. Sam flew in once there was an opening, trying to help Steve with the cat guy. You huffed when the cat guy grabbed Sam's ankle, pointing your hand at him and shooting a strong gust of air. The cat guy lost his grip monetarily but quickly grabbed on again. Bucky threw up an explosive so Sam quickly stopped, flinging the guy off him. Sam landed, walking past the rubble. You sighed, raising your hands as you and Sam were quickly surrounded by cops.

"Mom's gonna kill me." You whispered.

"That's what you're concerned about?" Sam asked, glancing at you in disbelief.

"We're getting arrested, (Y/N)!"

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farfromsugafanfic · 3 years

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Lock & Key

Genre: Best Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Warnings: cursing, dirty jokes

Synopsis: When Jungkook ditches you on your birthday, your friendship looks like it’s about to crumble. Your friend group becomes tired of your bickering and decides to take the matter into their own hands. Somehow, you and Jungkook find yourselves handcuffed together.

"Have you guys found a present for Y/N yet?" Jin asked, picking up his third pizza slice and taking a large bite, the cheese stretching as he pulled it away from his lips.

"You haven't gotten it yet? Her birthday dinner is tomorrow," Taehyung said. His eyes were tired, but he'd still insisted on joining the party despite having just gotten off a long train ride, as he hadn't seen his friends from high school for months. "I got her the first two manga in that series she's been wanting to read."

"Mmm," Jin said, seeming to consider Taehyung's choice of gift. "I need mine to be really special. He finished his pizza to the crust and turned it 180 degrees and bit into the end. "Jungkook, you're closest to Y/N. What are you getting her?"

Jungkook turned, wide-eyed towards Jin. The younger's face was already a bit flushed from the beers and from the mention of your name. "I'm paying for her part of the meal tomorrow and I got her tickets to that musical that's only in town for one night."

"Woah, that's gonna be hard to beat," Jimin said, "Y/N hasn't stopped talking about that musical since they announced it. Remember how she went crazy over it in the group chat?"

"I'm sure Y/N will like whatever you get her," Jungkook said. "She isn't very picky and she'll appreciate it because it came from you."

"I know. I just have something special planned and I want it to be perfect." The six other guys looked to the eldest expectantly. Jin sighed. "Gosh, fine, I'll tell you. I plan on confessing to her tomorrow."

"What? You like Y/N?! Since when?"

"Woah, congrats man!"

"You'll make such a cute couple."

The group fell to chaos, but Jungkook was notably the least excited. At the mention of Jin's plans, he sunk back against the wall and took a large bite of his pizza, followed by a gulp of beer.

"I'm not sure when I started liking her," Jin said. "I just kind of realized that I do. I figured we are friends and I'll regret it if I don't give it a shot."

"Are you sure her birthday is the best time to confess?" Jungkook asked, finally piping up. "What if things don't go well and you ruin it? Are you going to do it in front of everyone?"

"I thought about it and I'm going to wait until after the meal. Maybe I'll be able to steal her away for a few moments after she opens our gifts."

Jungkook's nose wrinkled and he was obviously unsatisfied with the answer. Yet, he dropped it and reached for another slice of pizza. "Why does it matter to you Jungkook? It's not like we all still won't hang out or that you'll never see her."

"Y/N's been hurt before. I'm sure you remember how upset she was after Minsung. I had to sleep in her bed for two weeks because she'd wake up crying. I never want her to feel that hurt again."

"Jungkook, I won't hurt her. She's more likely to hurt me. Why do you care so much about her heart being broken anyway? You're not the one who broke it and you aren't responsible for fixing it. Y/N's a big girl, she can handle herself."

Jungkook pouted. "I have to pee," he said, standing up and leaving the room, carrying his pizza slice with him.

vVv

An array of appetizers were spread across the table, a few bites taken from each. You were just waiting on the last three to show up: Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook. You expected them to come together as they had been nearly inseparable in high school. As Jin finished off one of the appetizers, you spotted Jimin and Taehyung walking in. You got up and rushed towards them.

"Happy birthday!" Jimin and Taehyung said, nearly tripping each other as they ran to hug you. "It's been too long, Y/N!" The two boys had moved out of the city for college and you rarely got to see them. You didn't know what you do if Jungkook--your best friend--had gone with them.

"I'm so glad you guys could make it! Come on and sit down, we're just waiting on Jungkook."

The appetizers were gone and the missing chair at the table remained. Worry grew in your throat and you glanced down at your phone for the umpteenth time to see if he had texted you. Even, just a simple "Running late!" or "Stuck in traffic!" would calm your nerves.

"Have you guys heard from Jungkook at all?"

The other guys all shook their heads and gave you sympathetic looks. You'd put off ordering, but it'd been nearly an hour since most of you arrived and you didn't want to keep the staff waiting any longer. "All right, let's order."

"I'm sure he just got stuck in traffic or something, Y/n," Jin said, reaching out and tapping your hand.

Your heart dropped as you read his last reply. You felt tears stinging your eyes, but you pushed them back before the other guys could notice.

"He's not coming," you said.

"What?" you heard someone ask, but you were too focused on not allowing your spiraling thoughts ruin your birthday and holding back tears to register who it was.

"He said he got a date or something. I don't know, but come on, we can enjoy this without him."

Due to the solemn looks on their faces, you knew they saw right through your facade. You and Jungkook had been best friends since elementary school where he accidentally trampled you when he was racing his friends. Despite ending up with a badly skinned knee and a couple of bruises, you were fine, but Jungkook had insisted on taking you to the nurse's office anyway. He pretended to sprain his ankle just so he could sit and keep you company.

What had happened since then? You'd never felt like your friendship was dwindling when it came to Jungkook. Whenever either of you dated, it didn't make a difference. High school graduation didn't separate you. Not even when Jungkook forced you to a haunted house in high school and laughed when he saw the stain on your jeans and realized you'd peed your pants in fright.

Despite ignoring for Overwatch or coming to your apartment just for the free food, he always ended up doing small things to make up for it. You often found chocolate bars stashed in the odd drawer or cupboard to make up for all the food he steals. After he finished laughing, Jungkook allowed you to wear his sweatshirt to cover it and bought you new jeans. You still had that sweatshirt stashed in your closet somewhere.

vVv

The tears stopped by the end of dinner, but now anger ran down your spine. How dare he skip your birthday for someone he just met? He'd never done anything like this before, he was the one person in this world that you could depend on, and now he's not. You feel a pang of sadness in your stomach and reach out for your portion of the bill, which Jungkook had promised to pay for.

"Stop," Jin said, reaching for the bill you'd just barely wrapped your fingertips around. "You're not paying. We'll split yours." You nodded, powerless to the eldest's tone.

After the bill was paid, everyone got up and starting readying to leave. You had taken a taxi, expecting Jungkook to take you home afterward. Jin seemed to notice, his brown eyes melting when they met yours.

"Hey, come on, I'll walk you home."

You nodded and waved goodbye to the other guys as you all walked in opposite directions or climbed into taxis. You didn't catch the other guys thumbs upping Jin and giving him reassuring smiles.

"Thanks for coming," you said. "Even though it kinda got ruined."

"I'll always come, Y/N."

"Oh, when I get a hold of his bunny ass--"

"Go easy on him, Y/N. I'm sure he has a better reason than he told you."

"He better be on his death bed then."

Jin let out a snort, which caused you to smile, but the smile soon faded and so did the fake happiness the anger made you feel. Now you just felt hopeless and felt the tears stinging in your sinuses again.

"Do," you said, already your voice faltering. "you think I'm still enough?"

Jin stopped. "What do you mean?"

"Am I still enough for him? Maybe he found a better friend," you said, your gaze painting the sidewalk. "I mean, I always rely on him. He's always my shoulder to cry on. Maybe he finally got tired of it. Got tired of me."

Jin placed a hand on your shoulder. It felt odd, as Jin wasn't one for skinship, but his touch was comforting, even if you were imagining it was Jungkook's. Except you couldn't, Jungkook's touch was old, familiar, warm. Like the fireplace at your grandparent's house or when your car is completely heated on a snowy day. Jin's--sure, it was warm--but it wasn't Jungkook.

"No, no, of course not," Jin said, moving to hug you, your cheek hitting his chest. "That could never happen. You and Jungkook have been friends for years. If he was gonna get tired of you, he would've already."

You scoffed, half in laughter and half in fear. "Thanks."

"Okay, but seriously, Jungkook cares about you. A lot." Jin paused and sighed. You looked up, noticing his eyes weren't on you, but rather he was looking up. His eyes looked glazed, but you didn't remember him having any drinks. "He wouldn't allow himself to lose you, Y/N. Trust me."

The rest of the walk was filled with a comfortable silence. It was only a few more blocks from where you'd stopped, so you reached your apartment in just a few minutes.

"Thanks for walking with me," you said. "Sorry, I got kinda sad halfway through."

Jin shook his head and reached to move a piece of your ponytail that had escaped from the hairband and fallen roguishly over your head.

"You don't need to apologize for your feelings, Y/N. Just promise me you won't kill the kid. I'm sure this is all just a misunderstanding."

You nodded, although you weren't convinced that Jungkook didn't now hate you for reasons you didn't know.

"Thanks," you said. "For everything."

Jin nodded. "You're welcome." He turned and walked into the night and you turned your back before he disappeared.

vVv

"How did the confession go?" Jimin asked, as soon as Jin walked into the small apartment he shared with Yoongi, which was now cramped with six bodies.

"It didn't."

Jimin and the other faces in the room all contorted in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I didn't confess."

"But, why? Wasn't that your plan? Don't you like her?"

"She loves someone else," Jin said, his voice deeper than usual, his heartbreak captured in the back of his throat. "And, someone else loves her."

vVv

Two Days Later

You hadn't heard anything from Jungkook since the night of your birthday and you weren't sure what hurt more--the fact that he didn't care enough to explain himself or that he had seemingly replaced you. His Instagram was full of stories and posts of him with the girl you assumed was the one he skipped your birthday for. She was beautiful with large dark eyes and curly hair. His arm was around her shoulders and then eventually her waist. He must really like her because you remember how it took Jungkook nearly two years just to feel comfortable placing an arm around you.

You huffed and threw your phone onto your bed as you ran your hands through your hair. You were still mad, but you didn't want to lose your best friend. You remembered Taehyung mentioning how all the guys were getting together for Overwatch.

You hardly thought as you headed towards Jin's and Yoongi's apartment--the largest of the apartments belonging to those in your friend group.

You didn't bother knocking as you entered the apartment. You found the seven guys all crowded onto two couches and watching Taehyung and Jungkook. They didn't notice you until you slipped in and placed your hand on Jimin's shoulder—who jumped at your touch.

"Y/N!"

All seven heads turned to look at you. Most breaking into smiles and friendly greetings and offering you snacks.

"What are you doing here?" Jungkook asked, his voice breaking through the revelry. He was normally so soft-spoken, but at this moment, his voice grated through the air.

"I was hoping we could talk."

"You weren't invited here."

Your stomach turned. He'd never spoken to you like this, ever. Jungkook was normally the happiest when you showed up unannounced.

"Since when do I need an invitation, Jungkook? This is Jin and Yoongi's place, not yours."

Jungkook didn't respond but instead unpaused the game. Taehyung barely had time to close his mouth from watching the two of you that he fumbled with the controller as he realized Jungkook had restarted the game.

"Oh, so you're just gonna ignore me then?"

You rolled your eyes at how typical this was of all your ex-boyfriends. Towards the end of the relationship, they always ignored you for something else. Sometimes it was someone else, others it was their job. And yet, others, it was video games.

Jungkook had been there with you for all of these failed relationships. He said you deserved someone better, someone, who would never leave you or ignore you. You thought he was the only constant in your life, the one person who would never leave you, but now, he was just like all the rest.

Tears stung your sinuses. You dug your feet into the carpet and grabbed onto the back of the couch, trying to focus on the game. The guys had gone back to talking amongst themselves, eating, and watching the game. Yet, the air felt different, you caught concerned glances flicking your way and Jin silently offered you a slice of pizza which you declined, only eliciting another puppy-eyed look from the eldest of the group.

Jungkook was close to winning and the tears were soon beginning to simmer and your hands balled into fists. Before you could think or stop yourself, you marched around the couch and reached for the cord that was connected to the Xbox. The screen went black and all the eyes in the room shifted to you.

"Y/N?! What the fuck?!" Jungkook said, his voice rising. "I was about to win!"

"Jungkook, we need to talk and you're being an asshole."

Jungkook's ears were red and his eyes hard as steel. "This is ridiculous, Y/N. You came here uninvited to talk to me and when I go back to playing games because that's what I'm here for, you unplugged the system and demand I talk to you. And, I'm the asshole?"

You wanted to scream and pull your hair out. Yet, the thing you wanted most was to cry into Jungkook's oversized, black T-shirt because you knew it smelled of his cologne.

"Jungkook, you skipped my birthday party and you said we could talk about it, but it's been two days and I just want my best friend back."

"Y/N, why can't you just take the hint you're not wanted? This was supposed to be a guy's night and now you've had to come in here and ruin everything. You're way too clingy, like, this is why they always leave you."

"Jungkook!" Jin said.

You barely registered as the other boys chastised Jungkook as your vision blurred from the tears. You swore you saw his face soften before your eyes were totally filled with tears, but you couldn't be sure.

"Y/N," Jin said. You felt his hand come to rest gently on your shoulder. "Come on, I'll take you home."

vVv

A few days later you found yourself standing outside of Jungkook's apartment. You knew Taehyung and Jimin were staying with him, so you secretly hoped one of them would open the door.

The hallway was silent and dimly lit. It felt like midnight despite being noon. You softly knocked on the door, the sound--while quiet--seemed to echo down the hallway. You weren't sure what you were going to do or say when he opened the door. You were only sure that you missed the way he used to show up at your place at midnight with ice cream sandwiches or the way he let you borrow his sweatshirts when you were cold or couldn't sleep.

Thirty seconds passed and you knocked again. Firmer this time, each knock ringing out in the empty hallway.

"Jungkookie," you said softly.

You heard footsteps on the other side of the door. They were faint, but you recognized them from when he slept over at your apartment when you were sick or going through a rough time.

You listened as the door unlocked and slowly opened. He only opened the door a crack, just enough to peak out, as if you were an unknown person knocking on his door. As if you didn't know the layout of his apartment or that he kept all his mess concentrated to the common areas and his bedroom immaculate.

"Y/N...what are you doing here?"

His voice was softer than the last time you spoke. You knew Jin had told Jungkook how much you cried as he took you home and how you didn't answer his texts all night.

"I just wanted to see you," you said. "We don't have to talk or anything. I just miss you."

Jungkook didn't say anything. His eyes scanning over you. Your hair was unwashed and pulled into a bun and you wore sweatpants and a T-shirt. Dark circles outlined your eyes and even though it had only been a few days, your face looked thinner and your skin languid.

Another set of footsteps approached and the door swung open wider. Taehyung stood there in just his boxers and munching on a piece of toast. His eyes widened when he saw you and he glanced over at Jungkook, who's eyes were looking down at your feet.

"Hey, stop being a dick and let her in."

"Put on some clothes then," Jungkook said, his voice quiet and low, almost a growl. He swung the door all the way open and disappeared into his apartment.

Taehyung met your eyes and shrugged. He offered a small smile as you walked into the apartment. You hadn't brought anything with you, not sure exactly what would happen.

"I won't stay long," you said. "I just wanted to see him."

"At least have breakfast with me," he said, dropping two pieces of bread into the toaster.

You nodded and fell onto the couch. You'd done this countless times. At 4 in the morning after a night out, you'd collapse on Jungkook's couch still in your heels and your makeup slowly wearing off. You usually woke up the next morning in Jungkook's bed, your heels set by the door and your makeup at least mostly wiped off. At 6 pm as you leaned against Jungkook's shoulder as the movie started, your hand diving into the popcorn bowl in his lap. Most of your favorite memories happened on his couch.

"I hope you like Nutella," Tae said, handing you a piece of toast.

You laughed. "I love it," you said. "How do you stay so fit eating like this?"

Taehyung was still in his boxers. While he didn't have a six pack, he certainly wasn't hard to look at and the slight toning of his stomach showed he was putting in some effort.

"I'll gain five pounds just from eating this," you said, and despite your words, you took a large bite.

"Then you should have another," Jungkook said from the other side of the room. You hadn't noticed him there, he must've slipped in when Taehyung distracted you with the toast. "You're getting too skinny."

"I didn't ask you, Jungkook," you said. You crossed your arms over your chest and sat back, your toast abandoned on the arm of the couch.

"I'm just worried about you."

"Since when? When you stopped texting me? Or, when you ditched my birthday party for someone you just met?"

Jungkook's eyes turned soft in the way that would usually make you melt. But, you kept your eyes off of his and your spine straight.

"Y/N..."

"Listen, Jungkook, I might've come here cause I missed you, but that doesn't mean I've forgiven you."

Jungkook didn't say anything. Silence filled the apartment and after what felt like an eternity, he left to his bedroom.

"Are you okay?" Taehyung asked.

You nodded. "I think I just need a nap or something. I'm getting a headache." You looked around the apartment. There was only one bedroom and both Taehyung and Jimin were staying with Jungkook during their visit. "Where are you sleeping?"

Taehyung nodded and gestured toward the couch. "There," he said.

"Oh," you said. "Can I borrow it for an hour or so?"

"Be my guest. But, you know, even though you two are fighting and all, I bet Jungkook would let you have the bed."

You shook your head. "No," you said. "I'm not asking him for any favors and the couch looks more comfortable anyway."

Taehyung shrugged. You laid down and turned your back to him, missing the knowing smile as he cleaned up. You listened as he cleaned up and got dressed before leaving the apartment. It wasn't long before the tears came and you sobbed into the couch cushion as quietly as you could. The last thing you wanted was for Jungkook to emerge from his bedroom and find you like this.

He'd seen you cry dozens of times and you'd even held him as he sobbed into you. You didn't mind crying in front of him, but you knew it would destroy him to see you like this and to know he was the cause. Even if you mad at him, even if you were losing him, you didn't want to crush him.

You didn't remember falling asleep, but when you awoke, his scent was everywhere. You pressed your face into the pillow and stretched out your legs comfortably. You sighed until a thought crossed your mind. Pillow?

You opened your eyes and found yourself in Jungkook's bedroom. It was dark and the covers were pulled up to your chin. Jungkook wasn't in the room and from the empty feeling in the air, he wasn't in the apartment either. Your phone was next to you on the nightstand and plugged into Jungkook's charger.

You glanced at the time and realized your nap had lasted three times longer than you anticipated and you sat in bed as you realized that you probably needed to go home. However, before you could pull your eyes away from your lock screen, a text notification from a couple of hours ago caught your attention.

vVv

"Hey, sorry, I'm late," Taehyung said, walking into Jin and Yoongi's apartment where the other five boys were already crowded on the twin couches. "Y/N showed up at Jungkook's and I needed to see what happened."

The others all looked at Taehyung expectantly. "Jungkook doesn't know about this, right?"

"We didn't tell him."

Taehyung nodded. "Well, they're definitely in love with each other. Jungkook was jealous as hell and Y/N's heartbroken. I could practically see Jungkook splitting in half when he realized how upset she was."

"Well, didn't you all notice how when she started crying after he got mad at her for unplugging the Xbox, how he just broke? I don't think he cared about the game anymore, but then Jin swooped in and stopped it before he could apologize."

All eyes swiped towards Jin and he shrugged. "What? She was to the point of crying. I didn't know what he was going to do and I didn't want to upset either of them more."

"Does he know that you never confessed?"

Jin shook his head. "He never asked."

"Jin!" all the guys said at one.

"That would change everything! He probably thinks you and Y/N are together."

"It's pretty obvious we're not."

"I don't know the way you intervened during the fight and walked her home. It could be seen as you protecting her."

"Well, whatever, what's the plan? We have to get them to make up somehow. And confess, cause they're gonna drive us crazy pining after each other." Jin looked around at the other faces and all of them were, in turn, watching him.

"Well, we need to force them to be alone somehow," Namjoon said. "We could try locking them somewhere, but that's gonna be difficult cause the party is here and none of the doors lock." Eyes wandered as they tried to find a solution and eventually, Jin's eyes fell on the TV where a cartoon cop was catching a criminal, the handcuffs snapping down on the culprit's wrists.

"I think I might have an idea."

vVv

Taehyung and Jimin were taking the train back to their college town in the morning, so that meant you'd all spend the night before getting drunk and gorging yourselves on all the pizza you could.

Jin and Yoongi offered to host the party and a few of their neighbors offered up their apartments so everyone could spread out. You all invited your extended friends and neighbors if everyone came, you didn't doubt the party would probably get out of hand, but that was half the fun.

As you brushed on your blush and primped your hair for the final time, you felt butterflies in your stomach. Jungkook was going to be there. There was no way he would miss out on a good party and the opportunity for free food and drinks.

You wore a short white dress that was admittedly a little shorter than you would normally wear. But, with Jungkook ignoring you, you wanted attention and you didn't really care who it was from. Plus, you liked the way it hugged your curves and how when paired with the perfect heels, made your legs look longer.

You arrived a few minutes early to the party with the expectation of helping set up, but the party was already in full swing. When the elevator opened, people crowded the hall with cups in hand and music blasting from Jin and Yoongi's apartment. At this rate, the cops would be called in a couple hours, unless Jin and Yoongi had talked to all their neighbors beforehand, but you highly doubted it.

You waded through the bodies and found your friends all invested in a game of beer pong. The younger three on one end and the older four on the other. The older ones were currently winning and you smirked as you remembered just how good Yoongi was at the game.

"Need help?" you asked, placing your arm around Taehyung's shoulders, the heels allowing you to do so easier, although it still looked slightly awkward.

"Ah, finally! Someone who can rival Yoongi!"

You laughed, trying not to allow your eyes to wander over to Jungkook who was standing closer to you than he had for weeks. "Who's turn is it?"

"Yours if you want."

You nodded and walked up to the table. You angled your arm and aimed for one of the back cups, even if you missed, it may still land in one of the front cups that remained. You tossed the ping pong ball and it sailed perfectly into the cup.

"Yes! Drink up, Min Yoongi!"

Yoongi smirked and took the cup and downed it. You two had played this game countless time, both won and lost countless times, to the point that it was no longer about winning, but rather, who could get the other drunk quicker.

Yoongi aimed his shot and tossed it flawlessly into the cup right in front of you. You took out the ball and downed the cup. The beer was pretty much tasteless which meant it went down easily but left a bad taste in the back of your throat.

After a few shots back and forth, you had drunk twice more and Yoongi once. You were aiming up another shot, intending to tie it up when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked behind you and caught Jungkook's eyes.

"Are you gonna let us play?"

"Do you want to win or not?" you said, turning back and aiming up your shot. You were already a little tipsy and your head ached as you concentrated.

"Y/N, it'll be no fun to get drunk so early," he said. "Come on." His voice was soft and familiar. He'd done this dozens of times. Prevented you from getting too drunk or going home with the wrong guy. He brought you back when the alcohol began to take over. This time--however--you turned away and aimed the ball. Missing.

Yoongi tosses the ball in what appears to be a haphazard fashion, but it sinks straight into a cup. You pick it up and bring it to your lips, but before you can drink, the cup is being knocked from your hands and the beer spills almost entirely onto your dress.

You see Jungkook staring at you wide-eyed--the obvious culprit--his hand still gripping the cup.

"Jungkook!" you yelled, people turned in your direction, but your yell was soon forgotten as the music continued. All but your small group turned back to their own conversations. "Would you stop trying to be my friend? You made it quite obvious you no longer wanted our friendship and you just keep screwing everything up!"

"Y/N, I..."

Tears were beginning to fill your eyes and the only thing you wanted to do was get drunk and forget this night happened. You stepped forward to push through the crowd when someone grabbed your wrist. You knew from the touch that it wasn't Jungkook and when you glanced back, Jin's lips were upturned in a small smile.

"Wait, Y/N," he said. "I'm really sorry about this."

You cocked your head in confusion, but before your lips could form words to ask Jin what he was apologizing for you felt something click onto your wrist and found a handcuff locked around your wrist and you noticed the other was locked to another wrist. You followed the chain and met Jungkook's dark, confused eyes.

"Have fun, kids. We aren't unlocking you until you talk everything out."

vVv

Ten minutes later you stood in the kitchen as Jungkook tried to work a kitchen knife into the lock. The beer was slowly making your dress more and more see-through and you glanced around the room.

"Jungkook, can we try this somewhere else?"

He looked up at you with his brows furrowed in confusion. You hadn't managed to say anything before his eyes widened and he quickly shrugged off his flannel. It caught on his cuff and he struggled to get the sleeve over the handcuff and chain.

"Fuck it," he said, taking the knife and cutting into the seam where the sleeve met the shoulder.

"Jungkook isn't this a bit drastic? We can just go into the bathroom or something."

"No, it's okay. I can just cut off the other one later."

He brought around the uncut sleeve and brought over your shoulder and brought the cut sleeve over the chain and up your arm. The way the flannel hit it ended up covering your entire dress and draping across your bare thighs.

As soon as you were covered and comfortable again, he once again tried to unlock the handcuffs and your hand was at his mercy as he moved the knife point back and forth in the lock.

"Jungkook, this isn't going to work. You're just gonna end up hurting one of us."

Jungkook sat the knife back on the counter looked down dejectedly at your cuffed wrists. You couldn't help the pang of hurt in your stomach. Jin had handcuffed the two of you so you would talk and all Jungkook could focus was on how to get the handcuffs off without talking.

"Maybe we can break the chain," he said. "If we both pull, our combined strength might be enough."

Your wrist was already starting to become red and raw because Jin had accidentally snapped the cuff on a little tight, but before you could protest, Jungkook began pulling on the chain.

You immediately yelped in pain and your wrist attempted to escape the pain, causing your body to fold in on itself. You found yourself crouched and leaning against the counter, your arm almost straight above your head to remain close enough to Jungkook's so that it didn't dislocate the joint.

"Y/N?" Your name was barely audible over the music and the people around you many of which shot odd glances or coy smiles your way.

"It's tight, Jungkook. Jin accidentally locked it too tight. Can--can we just go talk and get these things off?"

Jungkook nodded, seeing your teary eyes from the pain and helping you to your feet. His free palm came to rest on your shoulder and his handcuffed hand grasped your wrist and he slipped two of his fingers between your skin and the cuff. It was the first time he'd touched you since before your birthday and you felt your knees go weak and something shifted in you with his touch. The plate tectonics of your heart shifting suddenly and with no warning.

"Let's go to the bathroom, first."

You were confused as he pulled you into the bathroom and situated you against the counter. He reached into the cupboard behind you and pulled out some lotion and squirted it onto his handcuffed hand. He rubbed it softly onto your wrist where the handcuff had rubbed the skin red and raw.

"Better?"

You nodded and looked up at his face which hovered not far above yours but was focused down on your wrist. His jaw was clenched and his features were stiff. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the sleeve he'd cut from his flannel.

"I think if we roll this down we can put it between the cuff and your wrist. It might make it feel tight, but it won't hurt you so much."

He rolled the sleeve down under it was a single cuff which he carefully slipped over your hand and under the cuff. It did work, your skin feeling relieved from the lotion and the cloth, although it did still feel slightly too tight.

"Thanks," you said. "But, maybe we should get out of here. I don't want your girlfriend to get the wrong idea."

Jungkook met your eyes. "What? Girlfriend?"

"The girl you went on the date with?"

"Oh, it uh, didn't work out."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

There was a long pause as Jungkook continued to adjust the cuff to ensure it stayed. His eyes were focused on your wrist.

"I'm sorry," he said. "For saying you were clingy and bringing your exes into this. I'm sorry for everything."

You looked down at him, your free hand coming to play with the hairs that grew around his ears. His hair was longer than you'd ever seen it and you smiled as he seemed to lean into your hand.

Jungkook finished adjusting the cuff and looked up at you. "I think Yoongi's room is empty. He didn't want people in there, but I bet he won't mind if it's us."

You nodded and followed closely behind Jungkook as you walked through the crowd to Yoongi's bedroom. It--like Jungkook had said--was empty. The two of you flopped down on the bed and despite laying a foot apart your fingers continued to brush against each other as you adjusted your wrists in the cuffs.

"I can't figure out why Jin handcuffed us," Jungkook said. The music was just a series of thumps now and even though it was still loud, you could no longer make out the lyrics and could hear Jungkook's voice without him having to raise it. "I thought he wouldn't want us to hang out anymore."

"What?" you asked. "Why would Jin care if we hang out?"

Jungkook turned and looked at you. His hair was wet from sweat and his hair curled in thick tendrils over his forehead. "Aren't you and Jin dating?"

"What? No! Jin and I are just friends. What makes you think that?"

"Jin told me he was gonna confess to you at your party."

Jungkook pulled his gaze from you and focused up at the ceiling. You thought back on that night. Jin had been acting more generous and gentlemanly that night, but you just chalked it up to it being your birthday.

"I didn't even know he liked me. Is that why you've been avoiding me? You thought I was with Jin and you didn't want to interfere?"

"That's part of it."

"What's the other part of it?"

His eyes came back to yours and you felt his fingers brushing against yours. But, it wasn't just the millisecond brushes as he adjusted. No, his fingers were practically intertwined with yours.

"Y/N, we've been friends so long...I don't want to ruin it..."

"Jungkook, it's already ruined."

There was a long tense silence between the of you. His fingers fully intertwined with yours. It was far from the first time you'd held his hand, but it felt different. It was softer, yet more intense at the same time. As if your hand were porcelain that could break at even the slightest touch.

Jungkook moved so quickly that you have no idea how he came to hover above you. His free arm resting above his head and the one handcuffed to you still intertwined with yours to the side. "What would've happened if Jin had confessed to you?"

"Kookie?"

"What would've happened?"

"I-I would've turned him down."

"Why?"

"Cause I'm in love with someone else."

His lips were on your before you even finished the sentence. He was gentle but urgent as if he'd been waiting two thousand years to kiss you.

"I'm still mad at you for skipping my birthday party," you said when he pulled away. "I don't care if you're in love with me, your cute ass still has a lot of making up to do."

Jungkook smiled as he leaned down placed a small kiss on your neck. "Well, I never got to give you my gift."

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out two tickets. You grabbed them from his hands and you smiled as you realized it was for the musical you'd been dying to see.

"It's tomorrow," he said. "Pretty good first date, yeah?"

"Hey, don't get cocky yet!" It was hard for you to hide your smile and you didn't want to give him the satisfaction, so, you just leaned up and kissed him.

vVv

You woke up the next morning enveloped in Jungkook's arms and his one-armed flannel. You looked up to see him scrolled through his phone, but when you squirmed, he looked down at you.

"Good morning, baby," he said.

"That sounds so weird."

"What, baby?" He smirked and giggled as you reached up and playfully hit his shoulder.

"Wait," you said, looking at your unbound wrist. You looked down and found the handcuffs on the bed. "They must've uncuffed us last night."

"I hadn't even realized," he said. A blush appeared on his face. "I didn't want to let go of your hand."

"Aww," you said, reaching up and ruffling his hair. "You're such a softie."

Jungkook smirked and grabbed your wrists. "Hey, I'm not completely a softie."

He held your wrists and glanced down at the handcuffs. "Maybe, we should keep these."

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(Adalynn's POV)

Praise the Lord! Little Titus Leonard joined our family and we're so in love! Whilst I would've loved to have him at home as after the twins I was cleared for a VBAC, my midwife said for my medical safety she and her birthing team would prefer I have the baby at the local birthing centre. When things don't go exactly as you planned its easy to get caught up in the loss of the experience you hoped for, but at the same time one shouldn't forget the blessings that the Lord is already pouring out on your life! I'd packed my hospital bag around the 36 week mark, something I had to buy and put together with the twins' pregnancy. The concept of packing a bag for the hospital is still quite foreign to me, my first time doing it with the twins I had to call my sisters and ask them what they put in theirs! All in all, we're thankful that everything went to plan and that we were able to go home soon after birth.

Yes, number 8 was indeed a little boy, at this point I'm sure the Lord has destined for me to have all boys, or be a #boymum as my younger sisters tell me. After the twins pregnancy we basically just stopped bothering to write down any girls names when we were making our naming lists. Whilst I still hold in my heart the dream of having a baby girl one day, I'm not going to let that influence anything going on with my boys.

It's so heartwarming seeing Mason be a father, takes me back to our courting days when we'd talk about having children and our prayers for our future family. He's truly the man that I prayed for, when he comes home from work he's ready to roll his sleeves up get stuck in with all the things happening at home. Since I both breastfeed and pump milk, he's able to take charge of late night feedings so that I can sleep more to be able to wake up fully rested.

Such great news, we have new neighbours! The Pancake family started attending our church a few months ago and have recently bought a house down the street from us. Meet Robert (Bob)(37), Eliza (34), and their children Zayden (10) and Mia (7). Bob worked as a chef at a restaurant where they used to live and is now looking for work closer to where they live now. Eliza used to work part-time as a secretary in an office in their old neighbourhood as a way to pass the hours whilst their kids were in public school.

The story on how the Pancakes started attending Willowcreek Baptist is that she and Bob both grew up in Christian households, but after the years passed they realised something was missing in their lives. One day Eliza's mother mentioned going back to church as a solution to regaining harmony in their household, and mentioned Willowcreek Baptist. They started attending on sundays, then become regulars at all our weekly services before eventually moving into the local area to be closer.

It's been so great getting to know Eliza over these past few months, her testimony on how she came back to the Lord and has started truly living for him brings tears to my eyes everytime. She's just announced that she's pregnant too! She's been such a help in the days before I gave birth and in the days after. How beautiful for a new life to be born into a Godly, Christian home where it'll be showered in the Lord's love!

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scuttle-buttle · 3 years

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WC: 849

Rating: G

Tags: fluff, domestic, best uncle ever, children & parenthood, aging, brief anxiety, german ("my little bee")

A/N: inspired by @themusingofagothicsoul & there is a pic of the toy at the end of the post

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The race at Brands Hatch in the United Kingdom had gone well for Niki. He came in 2nd place. Only spending a few minutes on the podium, he quickly made his way back to base camp to be with your family. The crowd has thinned but many of the drivers and press are still here.

You could see Niki approaching from across the lot as you stood with James and your daughter in the pit. Sara ran to greet her father, you stayed back with your brother.

"Christ Kitty, she's gotten so big since I last saw her." James shook his head in disbelief. Because the race was so local he made it a priority to come to visit you all.

"You're telling me. She'll be 6 this year. I'm feeling quite old - I even found a grey hair last week!" you both laugh.

Niki finally reaches you, your daughter perched on his back. "James, nice to see you." He uses his free hand to shake your brother’s in greeting. "How is retirement treating you?"

"Oh you know me, Niki. I always enjoy myself. Nice drive today, I see you aren't slowing down with age," he ribs.

Your husband gives that little amused scoff of his. If this were a few years ago you know the sound would've been accompanied by his middle finger; since becoming a father he's been better at restraining himself. "Thank you."

"Uncle Jamie said he got me a present!" Sara announces to you from over Niki's shoulder.

"Did he now?" you ask, eyeing James.

He throws his hands out and bellows "well of course I did, can't be the best uncle if I didn't get my favorite niece a present! Let's go get it." Sara climbs down from her father's back to follow James.

You nudge Niki’s shoulder with your own. "I put twenty on it being something she'll break her arm on."

He looks down at you with a furrowed brow. "You want to bet on our daughter injuring herself?" The look you give him says that is the dumbest question you've ever asked me. He grunts and amends his statement; "James does give…. Interesting gifts." He had once gifted a pogo stick - all the rage - to Sara when she was a 3 year old. You chuckle at his concession.

The two of you make small talk and plan your week as you wait for James and Sara to return. You are leaning on a guard rail to the circuit when Niki quietly asks "do you think i'm getting too old for all of this?"

Studying his face, you see a flicker of insecurity pass over him. "Why? Do you?"

"No." He shrugs. "I figure I have another couple seasons maybe. Then I'll focus on the planes. Finally teach you how to fly them, give myself a chance to sit back and let you do all the work."

"I'm sure you would like that," you smirk at his comment. "But no my love, you aren't too old. I'm the old one here, greying hair and all."

"It was one hair," Niki tries to reason with you.

"Still one more than you!"

You find a comfortable silence and rest your head on him, his arm circling your waist to hold you against his side. Niki looks around the pit, searching for your missing companions. "What's taking them so long?" You both begin to look around from where you stand.

A familiar squeal behind you catches your attention. "Papa! Mama! Look at me!"

And there are James and your girl on the track; Sara speeding by in a little red electric corvette. Her giggles are infectious as she steers this way and that. She even adds pretend engine sounds as she weaves in the toy car. Thankfully, James paired the extravagant gift with a matching helmet, Sara Lauda printed on the side.

"Papa, I'm just like you!"

"I see, meine kleine biene. Be careful you don't turn too hard or you will crash and then your mother will have to kill James." You hit Niki with the back of your hand, your face an expression of pretend shock.

"You're doing absolutely wonderful, love!" The three of you remain on the track for another hour as Sara puts good use to her gift.

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The next morning Niki hands you the newspaper. He's got it open to page 21, his finger pointing to a small article in the sports section.

The page displays colorful pictures of your family on the track yesterday. You, Niki, and James stand in the background as Sara has the biggest grin in her little Power Wheels car. You read the article headline, your own smile breaking out.

"Looks like 'Little Lauda' is gearing up for the big leagues - pretty soon we'll have another champion on our hands!"

You lean back into your husband as he stands over you, hands on the tops of your arms. "You know what they say, Niki - like father, like daughter."

Niki snorts at you. "Let's hope not, or I'll be the one with all the grey hair."

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*Advertisement for the electric car from the mid '80s, I considered pink but wanted Sara to match Niki's red.

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imaginationintowords · 3 years

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Folklore [song series]

invisible strings

Modern Day AU! Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff; Steve Rogers x OC!Reader

Plot: Inspired by Taylor Swift’s new album Folklore. The story follows the timeline of Bucky and Elizabeth’s life throughout the years

Word count: 3401

[ a/n: thank you so much for all the love and support. We’re almost done with this series! If I forgot to tag you please let me know! Also the ending is a bit lackluster but decided to save the best one for something special for the last chapter]

Age: 21

Year: June/July 2015

Location: CA & NY

"Thank-you all for coming and christening our new place," Thor thanks everyone, as he and Loki stood up at the dining table in their lit up backyard.

"Now there's one person I want to thank, my love," Thor said, reaching his hand out to Wanda who was sat to his left, Loki took his seat back down, "My love, I just want to thank-you for being by my side these last two years. I have never been as happy as I am with anyone else. Now I'm not very good with my words, but what I do know is how I feel about you. The love I have for you exceeds anything else."

"So, I just need to ask you this one question," he says, bending down on one knee, holding Wanda's left hand, while holding the ring box in the other, "Will you, Wanda Maximoff marry me?

"Yes," she cried out, throwing her arms around Thor's neck.

Everyone got up to cheer the newly engaged couple.

Steve and Elizabeth laid naked in her bed, comfortably in each other's presence after the night's activities.

"I can't believe Wanda and Thor are engaged," Elizabeth said, as Steve rubbed her arm as she laid on his chest.

"He's been talking about it for the last year," Steve tells her, "Said he didn't want to scare her off."

"Guess I'm going to have to find a new roommate," she jokes.

"Well actually, I was thinking."

"You better not be proposing to me post sex, while we're naked in bed," Elizabeth playfully jabbed his chest, looking up at him from his chest.

"No, no," Steve lets out a hearty laugh, "Not yet. We still have time for that."

"I was actually thinking, why don't we get a place together. After graduation," Steve suggests.

"What about your job?"

"I can commute," he says, "I'll be done with school in May. You still have law school after graduation, and I have no doubt Stanford is going to accept you into their law program, so you don't have to move."

"What if I don't get accepted?"

"I highly doubt you won't, but if you don't, I'm sure Columbia will snatch you up. And I'd follow you, wherever you go."

"Really?" Elizabeth asked, surprised he would even say that.

"Yeah. There's a lot of architect firms out there, and I'm sure my boss will give me a nice recommendation."

"I couldn't ask that of you Steve," Elizabeth said, getting off of his chest to sit up, grabbing the blanket to cover her chest.

"Which is why I'm offering. I want to do that Liz. This right here," he sits up, and gestures to the both, "This is all I want. So please, if it comes time for that, just let me."

"Okay. Promise you won't resent me?" She asks, feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

"Never," he seriously says, pulling her in for a kiss, and back into his arms.

As they laid in bed, Steve notices Liz is lost in her thoughts.

"Whatcha thinking about?"

"Us, and everything that's lead us to this moment. Like there were some invisible strings leading me to you," she tells him.

"Yeah, you're correct," he ponders.

"Like everything that's happened, happened for a reason. We weren't supposed to be with each other then otherwise we probably wouldn't have made it out of high school."

"You don't think?" Steve asked.

"No, because we wouldn't have been the people we are now. Let's be real here Steve, you and I are not Bucky or Peggy. We're dreamers. Full on happy ending believing people who happened to be with realists at the time. We would've been so naive about the world outside of Brooklyn," Elizabeth says.

"We had never truly experienced pain in the way that we did. If we didn't go through senior year the way that we did, we wouldn't be here. Not specifically together or in California. But we would be stuck in a life where we forced ourselves to be happy. Where we didn't have room to grow. Room to experience a different way of life. We would've been who we were as 16 year olds. And don't get me wrong but that's no way to be."

"I'm glad this happened when it did," she says tilting her head to look at Steve's face.

"Me too," he smiled kissing the top of her head.

"Wow, my arm is so tired from lugging this ring around," Wanda announces walking into Elizabeth's room where she was packing things into a suitcase.

"Must be so exhausting," Liz teases as Wanda takes a seat on her bed.

"Incredibly," Wanda smiled, "How's the packing going?"

"Good, I have everything I'll need for the next two weeks," Liz tells her, "You guys are flying in two days before Steve's birthday right?"

"Yup! Thor seems to be more excited about Steve turning 21 than he is," Wanda laughs, "Next up will be you next month. Vegas won't be ready for us."

"Thor really is going out for all of our 21st birthdays, is he."

"He's excited we're all legally allowed to drink," Wanda says.

"So," Wanda shifted in her seat, "Are you guys going to the baby shower?"

"Yeah we are," Liz nodded her head, "Things have been better, and Steve really wants to be there for Bucky, and so do I."

"How are you feeling about it all?"

"Honestly, if Bucky is happy then so am I."

"It doesn't bother you even the slightest that he's having a baby with the woman he cheated on you with?"

"No," Liz shakes her head, "We've both moved on and grew from our situation. I'm happy with Steve, truly 100% happy. I know in my heart that Steve is the one."

"Whoa, wait, back that up," Wanda immediately shot up from her spot on the bed, "He's the one?"

"Yeah," Liz bascule smiles, her cheeks turning a slight pink.

"I mean, I knew that you loved him, but I don't think you've ever said out loud that he was the one."

Elizabeth shrugs her shoulders trying to fight off the huge grin that wants to spread across her face, "Well he is."

"Wow, umm this is great news," Wanda says looking around the room.

"What's wrong?" Liz asks taking in Wanda's sudden mood change.

"I just," Wanda coughed, trying to fight back the ball in her throat, her eyes tearing up, "I'm so happy for you. God this ring is making me incredibly emotional."

"Aw Wands," Elizabeth pulled her into a hug.

"You just deserve to be with someone who truly thinks the world of you and would move those worlds for you," Wanda cries in Liz's shoulder, "I just remember you telling me all about the shit you went through with Bucky in high school, and then the crap he put you through freshman year. You were just so over the idea of love. Even with steve you were so cautious, so just to hear you say that he's the one. I'm just so incredibly happy."

Elizabeth hugged Wanda tightly, tears streaming down her face. It meant the world to her to hear Wanda say those things. She felts so incredibly lucky to have a friends like her in her life.

"I better be your maid of honor," Wanda teased pulling away and wiping her tears, "Because you already know you're mine."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

"We still need to get a baby shower gift for tomorrow," Elizabeth told Steve as they lounged around his childhood bedroom. Steve was sat at his desk sketching, while Elizabeth laid in his bed reading a book.

"I can do that if you want," Steve offered, not wanting to make Elizabeth uncomfortable no matter how many times she's told him she was fine.

"Somehow I don't think I can trust you getting the correct gift," Elizabeth teased.

"Babies like legos right?" He teased back, getting up to join her on the bed, laying his head down on her stomach.

"We can go together, I still need to get a few things for the party next weekend," she said playing with his hair.

Steve hummed in response, feeling himself getting tired, "A quick little nap and we'll go."

"Sounds good," she smiled at the man snuggled up on her.

The next day the couple were walking into the Barnes' backyard, hand-in-hand with a gift bag.

They were both instantly greeted by Bucky's mother Winnie.

"Oh you two made it!" She enthusiastically greeted them, pulling them both into a hug.

"Of course. We wouldn't have missed it," Steve smiled at her.

"Thank-you," she turned to Liz and grabbed her hand, "both of you. James really appreciates it. We all do. Especially with everything that has happened, he's going to need his best friends."

"You don't have to thank us," Liz says, "We'll always be there for Bucky. No matter what happens."

"Well thank-you," she smiles, and then turns to Steve, "Steve the men have been sent inside, so you can see your way inside."

"Already getting pushed aside," he jokes.

He placed a kiss on Elizabeth's cheek, "I'll be inside if you need me."

She nodded her head, then glanced around the yard and caught eye contact with an old high school classmate, Natasha's friend, rolling her eyes at the couple.

She cleared her throat, "Where do the gifts go?"

"Over at that table where Rebecca is at," Winnie smiled, and pointed to the table to the right where Rebecca was organizing all the gifts. Liz thanked her and made her way over.

Liz couldn't help but start to feel a bit uncomfortable. She hadn't planned for she and Steve to be separated for the entire party. She didn't really know anyone here, aside from Bucky's family, where things were still a bit awkward after last summer.

Even though things were good between Steve, Bucky, and her, it was still awkward. She and Natasha don't have the best history, they still haven't talked everything out, clear the air. Not that Nat owed Elizabeth a conversation, she just thought that now that things were okay, maybe them two can work on their relationship, for the sake of Bucky. But whenever Liz tried to reach out Nat would just say that she was busy, so she didn't push it. Not with Natasha being pregnant, plus she figured now that she was in town for two weeks that maybe they could get together for a quick chat.

"Hey Liz," Rebecca greeted her, a sigh of relief to see a friendly face.

"Hey Bec," she smiled, hugging the teen.

"God, I'm so glad to see you," Rebecca said pulling back from the hug, "Some of these girls are real bitches."

Liz was taken back for a second hearing Rebecca swear, it's sometimes hard to believe that tiny little toddler is now this young lady about to enter her senior year of high school.

"I'm sure they're not so bad," Liz said trying to give them the benefit of the doubt.

"Really? Because they're looking at you like you just murdered their entire family," Rebecca said.

Elizabeth turned around to see Natasha's friends huddled in a semi-circle around Natasha, all whispering and glaring at her. She turned back around to Rebecca and gave her a force smile.

Rebecca felt bad at bringing that to Liz's attention. Liz was always so nice to her, and even continues to keep in contact with her especially when Rebecca needs any help or advice.

"I can take that," she said trying to change the subject.

"Thank-you," she quietly said, handing over the gift bag to Rebecca.

"They're just jealous," Rebecca tells her, "Even with having my brother's child, Natasha still can't find it in her cold hearted heart to be nice to you."

"She doesn't owe me anything."

"Now that's not true. She owes you a lot, and the least she can do is be nice, especially with my mother throwing her this baby shower and allowing her to live with us until she and Bucky find a place."

"She's living here?" Elizabeth asked, surprised to hear that. Bucky never mentioned Nat living with them, they did know that they were looking at places closer to his job and school.

"Yeah, she moved in probably two months ago, when she really started to show," Rebecca tells her, "Apparently she hadn't told her dad, and once she started showing she had to confess. He kicked her out. Said she was ruining her life."

"That's intense," Elizabeth said.

"Yup. So my mom and Keith are letting her stay until they find a place of their own," Rebecca says, "And as much as I love my brother I can't wait til she's gone. He's an idiot for knocking her up."

"She can't be that bad," Liz said trying to give Nat the benefit of the doubt.

"Trust me Liz, she is. Being pregnant has made her a complete devil," Rebecca stresses, "My mom is way too nice to have that be the mother of her first grandchild."

Before Liz could respond to that, someone came up behind her.

"Oh Becky, I wanted the gifts to be color coordinated," Natasha remarked, with her hand on her belly.

"My mom told me to do it by size," Rebecca rolled her eyes, "And my name's Rebecca."

"But Becky is so cute."

"No it's not," Rebecca argued.

"Hi Natasha," Elizabeth awkwardly greeted, breaking up the conversation.

"Oh hi Elizabeth," Natasha stiffly said, forcing a smile on her face as she rubs her belly, "Didn't think you would show up."

"Oh, well Steve told Bucky we were coming," she explains.

"Of course he did."

"You look pretty," Elizabeth complimented her to try and break the tension.

"I know. I'm absolutely glowing carrying Bucky's child," she replied with a snarky tone.

"I'm really happy for you both."

"Sure you are," she rolled her eyes.

"No, I truly am. That's why I actually wanted to talk to you about. I was wondering if maybe we can get together sometime this next week, to talk," Liz suggests.

"There's no need," Nat tells her, "I get what you're doing. You think that getting on my good graces will put you in Bucky's good graces, but I hate to break it to you, that's not going to happen. I'm trying my best here to be polite to you, but once this baby is born, I'll make sure Bucky no longer makes time for you and Steve. I am his life now, and we don't have space in it for you both."

"Nat-"

"Thanks for the gift, hopefully the gift receipt is in the bag," Natasha fake smiled, "Enjoy the party."

"Fix the gifts Becky," she turned to Rebecca enunciating 'Becky', before walking away to go back to her friends.

"Told you she was the devil," Rebecca commented, ignoring Natasha's request.

"Yeah, you weren't lying," Elizabeth turned to look at Nat who was laughing with her friends.

Steve and Elizabeth said their final goodbyes a couple of hours later, and walked back to their rental car.

"That went well, don't you think?" Steve commented on as he started the car.

"Yeah it did," she lied.

Elizabeth decided it was probably best not to bring it up to Steve. He and Bucky just fixed their relationship, that she was afraid if she told Steve that Bucky wouldn't believe them. She would just have to hope that Bucky wouldn't allow their friendship to take another hit. She had faith that their friendship was stronger than that.

"Do you mind if we made a stop somewhere?" Steve asks her as he pulls away from the curb.

"No, of course not."

"Perfect. We just have to make one quick pit stop before," he says a few minutes later, parking in a parking lot of a cafe.

Steve walked back out of the cafe with a picnic basket.

"What's that for?" She asked smiling as he got in, putting the basket in the backseat.

"Just wait and see," he winked.

15 minutes later they were pulling up to a park.

"A park?"

"Thought we could have an impromptu picnic date," he smiles, "Wait here."

He got out of the car and grabbed the basket from the backseat. She heard him close and open the trunk. He then opened her door.

"Mi lady," he held his hand open for her to take.

"Oh why thank-you kind sir," she giggled taking his hand.

He led her to a nice spot on top of a hill, overlooking the park.

"Can you hold this for me real quick," he asked, holding out the picnic basket for her.

She took it from him as he laid out the blanket. Steve took the basket back and started to unpack the contents and laid them out on the blanket for them.

"A little dinner at sunset," he offered his hand so she can sit down next to him on the blanket.

"This was perfect Steve," she kissed his cheek, as they finished off their little dinner.

"Just thought I'd thank-you for coming with me today," he says wrapping his arm around her, as she leaned into him.

"You don't have to thank me."

"I know I don't, but I want to. I know you say you were fine with today, and I completely believe you, but I also know that even if you're okay with it, it's still can be uncomfortable," he says, "So I just want to show you how appreciative I am of you."

"I love you," she leans her head up to capture his lips with her's.

Age: 27

Year: 2021

Location: Brooklyn, NY

"Steve whats with the blind fold," Elizabeth giggled in the passenger seat of their rental car.

"It's a surprise," he laughed, "Now just be patient, we're almost there."

"Steve, come on you know I hate surprises."

"You liked the last surprise I gave you," he teased.

"It was a kitten, that's different," she smiled.

"You still loved it," he said, "Plus we're here already."

"Oh that was quick," she said reaching to take her blindfold off.

"Don't," he warned her, "Not yet."

Steve helped her out of the car, and linked their arms together as he led her to the surprise.

"Okay, we're here," he nervously said, he took her blindfold off.

Liz adjusted her eyes after being in the dark for the past 30 minutes. When she opened her eyes, she was greeted with a lantern lit up picnic on top of the hill at the park.

"Surprise," Steve said behind her.

Liz turned around to find Steve down on one knee, with an opened ring box.

"Steve," she gasped.

He took her left hand into his own.

"Elizabeth Carolina Sanchez, words can't even explain how much I am in love with you, but I'm going to try. I don't think i can remember back to a time where you weren't a part of my life, and honestly i don't want to. You've made me so incredibly happy these last almost seven years, and no matter how much I say I'm appreciate of you, i don't think it's ever going to be enough. Getting to wake up to you every day to you smiling at me, honestly i don't think there's a greater thing in the world. I'd give the entire world, if it meant that I got to see you smile every day of my life. I don't ever want to imagine a life without you. You've made me the best person I could ever want to be. There's not a day that doesn't go by where you don't continuously tell me how proud you are of me, and the endless amount of support and love you've given me. There's no one I'd rather spend my entire life with. Start a family with. Be a family with. So, Elizabeth, will you do me the greatest honor of marrying me?"

"Yes," Elizabeth choked out, as the tears streamed down her face. She lunged herself into Steve's arms and kissed him.

"I love you so much," she cried.

"I love you too," he said, pulling her into another kiss.

They pulled away, and Steve placed the ring on her finger.

"I love you," she said again.

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clonehub · 3 years

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How the clones in the 686th reacted to Kiki's announcement that she was both pregnant and leaving varied widely.

this is going under a cut because its so long lol

Ridge and Yuza had already both deserted by that point, so they couldn't give their input.

there was shock, of course. lots of denial--they'd gone through so much war and suffering together, and she just leaves. most of her men wished her the best but lots of them were also resistant to the idea of her going. they knew they wouldn't get a replacement Jedi who was half as caring as her. she was one of the few jedi to profess her care for the clones and actually show it.

(they loved her and she loved them and this was the source of their mutual pain)

bliz was the first person kiki told. She said she was expecting and Bliz was floored, actually stunned into silence. he asks if it's his and she says no. Then he started making assumptions about what her plan was--"well obviously you can't fight and have a kid, that's against Jedi Rules, so i guess we'll see you back in a couple months and just deal with the sub we get"

and kiki's silent and Bliz is refusing to acknowledge any other possibilities until she point-blank tells him she's not coming back. she's going to leave the order--the war, them--to raise her baby.

Bliz gets confused and then he gets mad. he doesn't yell, but he doesn't understand how she could just go. what about all the things they'd accomplished together? what about the war, the Jedi? there was no other jedi like her.

kiki says she's tired. bliz still doesn't understand.

Crusade Squad gives her mixed reactions, but generally they say it was an honor to serve with her. Cord admits he'll miss her by saying he would've loved to keep checking up on her, and then he takes it back when she points out she's finished her term in the GAR and leaving when the baby's born.

Jax is really the only one who understands. The second she announced she was going was the second she fully stepped off the pedestal he'd held her on. he saw her as a normal person who was tired of the fighting. he could see that she hadn't been coping with it at all and that she needed something different before she snapped.

Like a week or so before the baby is born, she and jax have very honest conversation in the empty mess hall. theyre sitting across from each other, and Jax simply asks if she's leaving because she's tired--no judgement or ire. she sighs and jax says that he understands--that after fighting beside her for so long, he could see the light fading. he's glad for her. he would go with her if he could.

kiki stares at him for a long while then says "i know". jax knows its about his own feelings about the war and his feelings for her. for once, he isn't mortified that she might know--he's relieved.

he asks how long and she says "basically it started" and he actually laughs. i dont know where the conversation goes after that, but Jax has no shame now about being in love with Kiki, and kiki's decided to stop ignoring him, and they become friends.

(unsurprisingly, a few weeks after the baby is born, jax, edger, marik, and ratchet have deserted and they're on verocia kjshlfas)

#CH posts #Mod OCs #Crusade Squad

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Chapter 42

THE ROAD SO FAR

This chapter was a mess. But it's my mess.

FOUR weeks of Silence

Gary "Roach" Sanderson

Veteran's Village

A peaceful Sunday meant that Roach, Alex and Soap were chilling at the house Samantha and Maxine were in. It had been 4 weeks since that Cuban incident and Francine had gone to therapy for her near death traumatic experience. If it wasn't for Soap, she would've been left out there for good.

France thought that it would be healthy to stay in a more domestic setup rather than the base so she took her time off duty to recover in the veteran's village. And ever since that day in Cuba, Soap and France's relationship was more expressive than ever.

"If we're having a barbecue tonight, we better head off to the meat shop." Alex peeked by the door, giving a heads up to the rest of the people sitting on the couch. Soap turned his head to Alex and tossed his keys as Roach stood up and came with Alex.

"Any other requests?" He looked at the group then to Maxine, who shook her head and laughed.

"Just be back safe." She replied.

"Got it." Gary nodded and waved goodbye at them. Soap wanted to come along but France had been falling asleep on his lap for quite a while. And Maxine and Samantha noted that she hadn't had decent for days.

"Oh, Roach! Grab me a cigar maybe." He whispered, trying not to wake France up.

"Roger that." He nodded and made his way to Soap's jeep, where Alex was already waiting on him. He sat himself on shotgun and let Alex lead the way to their destination.

He turned on the radio as it played a song about driving. Roach was quick to shazam it and found out it was Automobile by KALEO.

"Now this is going to be on my playlist." Alex said as his head nodded to the music, taking him where the winds take him, far away.

"Agreed. Oh, Soap actually asked for cigarettes so we might have to stop by a convenience store on the way back." Roach informed as the song ended.

"Okay. That's cool. Maybe add a few sodas for the girls. They probably haven't had those i ages." He said as he turned the radio off and switched it to AUX.

"Here. Grab my phone and play that song again." Alex instructed as he drove through the streets, and Roach followed him. Playing the song again.

"Ah yes. This song is good." Alex sighed.

"Yeah. It's fire." Roach commented, making Alex raise an eyebrow.

"You know, fire… lit… slaps… Modern terminologies." Roach explained shyly as Alex chuckled.

"I'll never understand the young ones of today." Alex chuckled as he stopped by the parking lot, pulling his phone and leaving the car.

Dinner was the best part of the Sunday evening as the three couples enjoyed a hearty meal together, sharing experiences and funny stories like an extended family. Roach talked about his raccoon story once again as one topic led to another until such time that the inevitable topic was discussed.

"Speaking of fires, do you have any leads on Nero?" Samantha asked innocently as the men fell quiet, looking at each other. Wondering who would open up the topic.

"Well, uh… After his assault in New York…" Soap trailed off, his eyes went to Alex, signaling him to continue.

"Alex, it's your girl's question! Go answer it!" Soap complained as France laughed, wrapping her arms around Soap.

"He's gone silent." Alex muttered. Samantha was kinda sad she asked about it so she tried to make up by brightening up the mood.

The night continued on as the group played charades, girls vs boys. For an hour or so the soldiers forgot about their worries and acted like they're normal people living their normal lives outside work. It wouldn't hurt to pretend like that, especially when the baggage of guilt was hard to handle.

"So, Gary. I've been meaning to ask you something…" Maxine said as she assisted him in the kitchen.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"How are you… like mentally. You seem… off." She asked, Gary sighed and eased his shoulders.

"It's just… we almost lost a life back there… for nothing. Lannister hasn't said any useful information and as the days go by another assault might occur." he breathed out his worries, earning a back rub from Maxine.

"People have their limits. Lannister could break anytime. Let's just hope we're not too late." She assured him. It was a very negative statement but somehow it's actually helpful. Gary smiled and gave her a hug.

"Thanks Maxine." he said.

"Yeah. Don't ever think you're alone. I'm here for you. Actually, just last night. I had another memory restored. And it felt so important that you have to know it first. Before…" she said, her voice lowering down after every word.

"Before what?" Gary whispered jokingly. Maxine laughed and hit his chest gently.

"Nevermind that word. Back to my memory…

I…" she trailed off, looking like she was too shy and scared to finish the statement.

"You…?" Gary raised an eyebrow. Maxine took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"I had an ex-girlfriend." She blurted and paused right after saying it, bracing at what Gary's reaction.

"I- uh.. That's okay… There's nothing wrong with that, Maxine." He said like he meant it. Maxine was too shocked about his reaction. Maybe she thought about it too much.

"Like… does that change anything?" She asked.

"Nothing at all. Oh wait! Yes! It does." Gary announced and Maxine's smile almost dropped.

"It means that if I want to have you, I'll have to step up my game. I have more competition now." He realized and Maxime sighed in relief. This man was about to get some scolding.

"You worried me, you know!" He continued gently hitting on Gary's chest, giggling away all her fears. He still accepted her. This was great.

"My point's valid!" He laughed, defending himself from her hits,.like children playing house. This may seem like a simple event, but this was the beginning of something new for the two of them.

Task Force 141 Base - Interrogation Room

Price sat in front of Gabriel, they've been silent for about an hour now as Gary and Soap stayed on the viewing area to observe the interrogation. Alex was here thirty minutes ago but he left after he got a phone call.

"What kind of twisted play is this?" Soap asked, crossing his arms and looking at Gabriel.

"The bastard won't talk. Just cut off a finger or something." He scoffed. To Gary, it would make sense, but with all the cameras and the formalities, It wasn't allowed. Especially that Gabriel's alibi was that he got their first to investigate. Which was total bullshit.

"He still has his ace on his sleeve. As long as we don't find proof of involvement, he's going to be free soon." Gary commented, making Soap grumble some Scottish curses.

"It's pretty obvious!" Soap yelled as Alex entered the interrogation room, saying something to Price as they immediately left him alone. Whatever that message was, looked way more important than Gabriel.

"We've got a lead on Nero!" Alex said as he peeked on the door, making the two stand up immediately and head to the briefing room.

"Operation Eye of the Storm." Price announced.

"In 24 hours, Nero and his newfound friends will meet on a hotel in Prague. This intel was from one of the Resistance Leaders Alex once teamed up with. They reached out for help since Nero started to secure the whole city." Price paced back and forth on the big screen.

"The plan is to eliminate Nero and his allies. As simple as that. We have the element of surprise in our hands. Soap, I want you to position yourself on the clock tower, just by the hotel. A bullet to the head should work. Alex will be watching your six. Jack will be our eyes and ears inside the convention. He'll be signaling when they'll be out on the open. Roach and I will enter the building for cleanup. We only had one shot at this so let's make it count." Price briefed and everyone else murmured their thoughts, some were already thanking for a solid lead. This was it. The final showdown. The end of the war.

PRAGUE, CZECH REPUBLIC

Alex and Soap already left the resistance safehouse, they had to be at the clock tower tonight, using the concealment of the night and the noise of the rain for cover. The perfect opportunity to say under the radar. Meanwhile, Roach and Price stayed to defend the place as Nero's men once again ransacked the streets just to ensure his safety. The world may have announced that the war in US was over, but Nero still had some cities under his control. This minor setback was the reason he's planning for something new. And they're here to stop it.

"Alright, Roach. Your replacements here." Price said as he stood up from his spot.

"Get ready for the big day tomorrow." He added as he nodded and left his gun for the next person to use. Tomorrow's battle is going to be tough, and even though he didn't want to admit it, Roach needed some rest.

Despite the occasional gunfire and screaming, Roach was able to sleep. He didn't mind the battle outside the building as his battle was with Nero. Once Soap shot him dead, he would also want to shoot him again, just to feel satisfied.

0639H

Hotel Lustig

Prague, Czech Republic

Roach hid on the west wing of the hotel, while Price was on the other side. They were both clinging on to the walls as their entrance was at the small opening where Soap would shoot Nero. Roach eyed the convoy just below him.

"Convoy's up ahead. Nero should be in one of those cars." Soap muttered.

"Can't see shit through the lens. He could be anywhere." Alex added.

"Easy lads. We'll have a clear shot once they're in the balcony. Right Jack?" Price asked. Jack didn't respond, but maybe the signal inside was too weak.

"Jack? Do you copy?" Price asked.

"Da. I do copy, Captain Price. I'm just here to get my old prisoner back. I've had him in the gulag for quite a while but it seems this is our first time meeting face to face." A russian voice which everyone assumed to be Nero said in the most villainous tone possible.

"You're too predictable, Captain." he said as he clicked something, prompting an explosion on the clock tower.

"Get down! C4!" Price yelled as the two soldiers jump out, falling on to railings. Alex landed on a fruit cart by the tower while Soap landed on the car, crashing it as it alarmed.

"Roach! Go help them out!" Price ordered as Nero's men started to circle around the two while the resistance team helped them defend.

Roach quickly pulled Soap up who was groaning in pain. Alex looked pained too but the look in their eyes says that they're still willing to end this today.

"Let's catch up with them." Alex said as a resistance member tossed them a rifle and quickly hid for cover, pushing their way into the hotel. At the corner of Roach's eye, he saw Price enter the building, loading his gun and ready to end this as well.

Next Chapter : THREE Bullets

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stargazer-sims · 3 years

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Journal Entry #10 (part one)

Yuri

Hello, everyone. Yuri here.

The past few days haven’t been the easiest, and I'm not feeling all that well, but Victor's home with me now, and that makes everything more bearable. I'm exhausted, but I'm happy because I’m no longer on my own. It’s amazing what a difference it makes when you know you’re not alone.

A lot has happened since the last time I added anything to our journal. I suppose the most logical place to start this tale is with what happened before Victor got home. For that, I actually need to go back and explain to you about yesterday and the day before. That’s where this awful story really begins. It does have a happier ending than beginning, at least, but I'll get to that.

You remember I told you that Victor’s mom is coming here, right? Well, Dr. Nelson telling me that she's planning to pay us an extended visit wasn't the only unexpected announcement I received in the last few days, and if I thought the idea of Victor's mother imminently landing on our doorstep was the most stressful thing I'd have to face this week, I would've been wrong. The events of yesterday and the day before topped that a hundredfold.

The day before yesterday, in the evening, I'd just been going about my business, putting in a load of laundry and mentally weighing my options for dinner, when our landlady, Mrs. Ito, showed up. She’s not the type to make random social calls, so I had no idea why she'd come over. Nothing was past due. I'd paid this month's rent only a few days ago.

Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on one’s perspective, It didn't take her long to come to the point. In an utterly matter of fact tone, she informed me that she's planning to sell the house. She wants to start renovating it as soon as possible, and so Victor and I have to move out by the beginning of next month.

Needless to tell you, I was shocked. Mrs. Ito must've seen it on my face. As for her, she didn't look the least bit apologetic, even though she said she was sorry to be the bearer of bad news.

To say I was concerned about this sudden development would be an understatement. I quite honestly panicked. I didn’t know how we'd manage a move on such short notice, and how we'd find somewhere else to live that we could afford. Mt. Komorebi isn’t the most budget-friendly town in our country when it comes to housing, and we’re currently a one-income household. Victor doesn't have a job at the moment, although he's going to look for one now that he's back, but that doesn't help us at all in the short term.

Why couldn't Mrs. Ito have put this off for one more day? I wondered. If she would've told us about this last night instead of Thursday night, Victor would've been here. To be fair, he'd probably have been panicking way more than I was, but at least we'd have heard about it together and we could've leaned on each other for support in the first moments after finding out.

I debated whether or not I should tell Victor about our now-precarious housing arrangements during our nightly call. He'd be bursting to share everything about his last full day on Sulani, and excited about the flight back, and I didn't want to kill his enthusiasm by dropping something like this on him. Besides, there'd be nothing he could do to help me with the situation between then and when he got home, in any case. I concluded it'd be best to wait.

After Mrs. Ito left, I sat at the kitchen table for a long time, staring at my untouched food. I hadn't been hungry to begin with, and only had the goal of consuming a meal because I knew I was supposed to, but now there was no way I could make myself eat. It was too much of an effort; one I had neither the energy nor the motivation for. I covered the bowl of rice and vegetables, and put it into the fridge. Then, I made myself a mug of peppermint tea and curled up with it on the sofa, hoping that the hot liquid would help settle my rebellious, painful stomach, even if it didn't soothe my mind.

Please don't let this be the start of a serious flare-up. Now would be the absolute worst time for me to be ill. I don't need any extra trouble.

The tea did not help. I couldn’t even finish it. I held the mug in my hands until it grew cold, wishing it had been a magical solution to everything that was bad about this day.

My mind raced with every possible worst-case scenario. I pictured us couch surfing at Taka's or Seiji's respective flats, or possibly sleeping at the youth hostel for an uncomfortably long period of time. None of those were pleasant to contemplate.

The possibility that really frightened me, however, was that Victor and I might be separated. I recoiled at the thought that he might have to go back to his country of origin. If our housing situation was unstable for too long, it might have an effect on his immigration process, which was almost completed. We were so close to the point where he'd have permanent residence here, and I was already legitimately terrified that something would go wrong with it. I was certain I couldn't bear it if he had to leave me, and the worst part was, it'd all be totally beyond our control.

Huddled on the sofa, miserable and scared, I felt completely lost and alone.

I don't know what I was thinking, but I pulled my phone out of my pocket and began to dial a number from memory. Even though my family lives here in town, I don't call home very much any more, but something compelled me to do it then. I guess we all feel the pull of family in difficult times, even if our families aren't the best source of support. Families are supposed to love us, and I suppose we all live in hope, even just a little.

As it rang, I was wishing for my mother to answer. Unfortunately, I didn't get my wish, and I regretted my choice to phone home instantly, the moment I heard my father's voice.

"Kenji Okamoto here." His tone was abrupt, irritated.

I fought the urge to hang up immediately, and took a steadying breath. "Papa, it's Yuri."

There was no greeting, no asking me how I was doing. It was just, "I'm busy, Yuri. What do you need?"

"I... don't know," I said, because all of a sudden, I really didn't. I might've been lonely and worried, but I would much rather have suffered in solitude than to deal with my father just then. If it’d been Mama who’d answered, I might’ve been able to tell her how I was feeling and I might've gotten some empathy from her, but I wasn't labouring under any false belief that my father would demonstrate either empathy or understanding. I opted to be direct. "Victor and I have to move out of our house."

"Why?" my father asked.

"The landlady is selling it."

"Well," he said. "Interesting. That might be a blessing in disguise.”

“What?” I said, caught off-guard by his reaction. He sounded... almost pleased about it?

“If you have to move out, then that man you're living with can go back to whichever country he came from, and you can come home so your mother can look after you properly."

"That man I'm living with is my soulmate," I said. "His name is Victor, and he looks after me."

"I know his name. Does he have a job yet?"

"No, but—"

"Then, he's not looking after you, is he?"

"Everything in life isn't about money, you know," I said. "Caring for someone isn't all about what kind of financial contribution they make."

My father made a derisive sound. "He's not appropriate for you," he said. "There are plenty of acceptable people from here that you could be with. You didn’t need to take up with a foreigner, just to prove a point. And if it's not about money, why are you calling? If that man wasted less time on the mountain and spent more time doing something to help provide for you, I doubt you'd even be speaking to me right now."

“I'm not asking you for money. And you don't get to decide whether Victor is appropriate for me or not."

"If you aren't asking for money, then let me get back to my original question. What do you need?"

I could feel my composure slipping, and I was absolutely desperate not to cry. I would never let my father hear or see me cry.

I curled my free hand into a fist, digging the tips of my nails into the flesh of my palm, clenching my fingers so hard that they cramped. The pain helped me focus on something other than the huge knot in my stomach and the stinging of unshed tears behind my eyes.

"I just needed to know that my family cares about me." My voice sounded weak, even to myself. “I wanted to know that there’s someone I can rely on when I need help.”

"I care about you," he said. He sounded offended. "I said you can come home, didn't I?"

"Yes, but—“

"You're more than welcome to come home and live with us, but you're not to bring that foreigner into our house."

That was the point at which I could no longer hold onto my self-control. "Stop referring to him like that! He has a name!"

"Fine," said my father. "You may stay here without Victor. And I'll thank you not to use that disrespectful tone with me in future, Yuri. Do you understand?"

"I understand," I said. "Now, I hope you understand what I'm about to say to you. I called you because I thought, for once, you'd offer to do something to make life easier for me, not more difficult. But, I guess that was a mistake on my part, wasn't it?"

"Your life wouldn't be so difficult if you'd go about it more sensibly."

"If I'd do everything you want me to, you mean," I said.

"It's easier to swim with the current than against it."

"Well, maybe I don't like the direction this particular river is flowing," I said. "Thank you for the offer to let me come home, but I don't want to live with you. I'm not living anywhere that Victor isn't welcome, and I'm not accepting help that has conditions attached to it. I'm your son. This isn't how it's supposed to be."

"Yes, you are my son, and I'm willing to fully support you, which is my duty as your parent. I have no duty and no intention to support your... What did you call him? Your soulmate? Ridiculous nonsense.”

“There’s nothing ridiculous about my relationship with Victor. It’s a real relationship, and we belong together, whether you approve or not.”

“I don’t approve,” my father stated. “And I'm sorry if you feel that my refusal to provide for someone who should be providing for himself is a condition, but I see no sense in throwing my money at a lazy, freeloading foreigner. He's already taken advantage of you. He will not be doing that to me and your mother."

"Okay," I said, my voice shaking with the effort to sound calm. "You've made yourself perfectly clear. I guess this means we're done."

“If you refuse to see reason, I suppose it does, but you’re free to call me again if you change your mind.”

There were a million furious, hateful things I could’ve said in reply. I wanted to yell at him, to kick something, to act out every bit of anger and resentment and frustration he’d ever caused me to feel. But, of course I didn’t do it. There wouldn’t have been any point. It wouldn’t have made one bit of difference, and he would’ve said I was behaving like a spoiled child.

My father, Kenji Okamoto, isn't the most easygoing person at the best of times. He's an exacting man who demands nothing less than his vision of perfection from those around him. Being unable to meet his expectations is not a position anyone wants to find themselves in. Trust me. I've been living in that shadow for the past twenty-four years.

Of all the people in my father's life, I think I disappoint him the most. What he wanted was a strong, capable and outgoing son who would marry a socially acceptable woman, give him grandchildren, and some day take over his very successful business. What he got was me, a frail, shy boy who'd rather spend time with his violin and his books than with most people, and who has no interest whatsoever in managing a company that sells overpriced electronics to customers in other countries. He thinks that my job is pointless, that my friends are irresponsible and shiftless, and that my hobbies are a waste of time. Worst of all, he despises my sweet, beautiful Victor.

Of everything my father has ever said or done to hurt me, the fact that he dislikes and disapproves of Victor hurts me most of all.

Victor makes me happy. He completes me, protects me, and treats me like I’m the most precious treasure in the world. He doesn’t see a timid, ill boy who needs constant care and supervision, like my family seems to see when they look at me. They think I’m weak and that I can’t manage my own personal affairs. Victor says I’m delicate, but not to demean me in the way my father would if he said it. To Victor, delicacy isn’t the opposite of strength. He says I remind him of the willow saplings along the canal in his hometown; they might be slender, and they might bend and appear to weep, but they rarely break even in the worst storms.

I was wretchedly unhappy before Victor came into my life. Although I had friends and a job and things I liked to do for fun, I still felt unwanted and unfulfilled. I needed the close human connection that I should’ve had with my family, and I needed to feel like I was important to somebody. My desperate wish was for someone — anyone — to look at me and tell me that I mattered. And then, there was Victor, a complete stranger on the internet, who saw me and found something in me that no one else ever had before.

Victor and I met four and a half years ago, online in a group for snowboarding enthusiasts, Little did I suspect that a random comment on a photo would permanently alter the trajectory of my life.

I’d posted a picture of myself on the mountain that my friend Taka had taken, and Victor replied to it with a purple heart emoji and “You’re cute.” As you might imagine, that wasn’t the sort of response I’d expected, especially not for a weird photo of me jokingly clutching my snowboard against me like a lover, my hair sticking up crazily and my face pink from the cold. I’ll admit, I was put off by the forwardness of it at first, but the next day, when I discovered a private message with a lengthy introduction from him, I couldn’t help being intrigued.

We chatted every day after that, only through private messages on the website at first, but we quickly progressed to texts, phone calls and video chats. Then, eighteen months ago, he moved here. It was only supposed to have been for a month-long visit, but as Victor likes to say, he forgot to leave. Honestly, I couldn’t possibly have been happier when I realized he was going to stay with me. A month would’ve been too short. Forever isn’t long enough.

I wish my family, particularly my father, would try to understand how Victor and I care for each other, and how much our relationship means to both of us. I love Victor more than I’ve ever loved anyone, and he’s helped open up my world in ways I could never have imagined. I want my family to get to know the person I know, the energetic, impulsive, adventurous, affectionate, and compassionate man who loves me unconditionally.

Victor has never done anything to disrespect my father or anyone in my family. He's tried his best to be courteous and kind, but it doesn't seem to matter. My father can’t see past Victor’s differences from us, nor does he seem willing to overcome his own prejudices. To him, Victor will always be an outsider, never belonging, a foreigner who should go back to where he came from.

I didn’t say goodbye to my father when our conversation was over. I quietly pressed the ‘end call’ button.

On the verge of tears, the only other person I could think to call was Dr. Nelson, thousands of kilometers away. I didn't know what she'd be doing or whether it'd be okay to interrupt her, but the last time we talked, she'd said I could call her if I needed anything. She may not have anticipated that I'd take her up on it so soon, but I really didn't know who else I could turn to.

When she answered, she sounded as bright as always. "Grace Nelson speaking."

"Dr. Nelson? It's Yuri."

"Hi, sweetie," she said. "Imagine my surprise, getting two calls from you within a week! Everything all right?"

"No. I... I need..." But, for a minute, I couldn't make it any further than that. The genuine concern and love in her voice when she asked if everything was okay was so vastly different from what I'd just experienced with my father, the emotional impact on me was too much for me to be able to keep myself together. Without really meaning to, I was crying, stumbling over my words in my haste to get the whole story out, doing my best to explain what happened between ragged breaths.

"Yuri!" Dr. Nelson's tone was firm, but kind. "I can't understand you, sweetie. You need to slow down.”

I struggled to even out my breathing. No easy feat, considering how I was feeling, but I was eventually able to reach a point where I could talk coherently again. I said, “Sorry.”

“Are you okay? And Victor?”

“Y-yes. Victor’s fine. He’s coming home tomorrow,” I said. “It’s something else. I think we need help, and my father was being completely unreasonable, and… and I don’t know what to do.”

“Tell me,” Dr. Nelson said gently. "Take your time."

I told her the whole thing, about Mrs. Ito's visit and about my conversation with my father, and my fears about what would happen to Victor and me. I felt awful about it, but I finished with, “With everything that's happening, I don’t think you’ll be able to come visit us now. I’m sorry.”

“What do you mean?” she said. “Of course I'm still coming. By the sound of things, the two of you are definitely going to need some help."

"But, I don’t even know where Victor and I are going to stay after this, and I don't want to trouble you.”

"Sweetie, don't even think of worrying about that. Taking care of you and Victor isn't any trouble to me. And I was planning to come anyway, wasn't I? I’ll stay with you where you are right now, as long as we can, and then we’ll all stay together in your new home. Our visit might look a bit different than we'd planned, but that's okay."

"Thank you," I said. "I don't know what to say."

"You've already said thank you. That's enough. I'll help you pack and arrange everything, and if you need a little extra money, I don’t mind helping you with that.”

Strangely, the idea of accepting money from Victor’s mother didn’t make me feel the same way my father’s offer of support had. Gratefully, I said, “I appreciate your help, and I’m sure Victor will, too.”

“I’m the mom,” she said. “Helping my boys when they need me is what I do. It’s the only proper thing.”

My boys. I hadn’t missed the way Grace Nelson had included me, as if I were equal to Victor as her son. I wondered how it was possible that a woman from another country, who I’d never met face-to-face, could love me and care about me more than my own family did.

“Thank you so much,” I said, because I could think of nothing more adequate.

“When Victor gets home, give him a cuddle from me, and tell him I’ll see him soon,” she said. “And try not to upset yourself too much over this, Yuri. Do you understand? This next little while, you’ll need your strength.”

“Okay,” I said.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can," she said. "Everything'll be all right. I promise."

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yourmidnightlover · 3 years

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ssa hotchner: chapter 2 - one week

TW: threats, language, talking abt abuse/what happened to y/n the night before, mild drinking

WC: 5,116

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you woke up to the bright sun peeking in through your window past the hills, shining brightly into your eyes. you sat up, and rubbed your eyes in attempt to wake yourself up even more. you looked over at your clock to see the tie was already half past 6 a.m.

you didn't have to go to work for the first time in what felt like forever. trudging out of bed, you made your way into your bathroom and started the hot water.

the cut on your face looks exponentially better than it did last night. the handprint's swelling on your face had gone down quite a bit, but the bruise on your arm was definitely still there.

you brushed your teeth while you waited on the water to warm up. once the shower was ready, you shed your clothes and hopped inside. you took your time, letting the events of last night try to sink into your mind.

after you finished up, you used a towel to dry your hair a bit and got dressed in some leggings and a large t-shirt. you figured you might as well be comfortable if you didn't have anything else to do.

going back into your living room you decided to read the note that was taped to your gate. you pulled the bin out, followed by the shoe box, followed by the note.

you've been receiving them for close to 7 years now, ever since that high profile case you did for the bau. honestly, there was no telling if the letters were from more than one person. they are all typed and printed out.

at first they were all 'thank yous' for putting away a serial killer, but then came the anniversary of him being in prison... and people got a bit angry. then, people who were grateful for you putting him away forgot about it, as they should since they have lives of their own, and all that was left were the people who were angry.

the people who would wish you were dead. the people who think you should be inside there with the other killers. the people who were upset about you putting their 'true love' away for good. those were the people you were scared of.

the people that knew your address.

the people that sent you death threats.

those were the terrifying ones. the ones that kept you up at night, looking out of your window, trying to see if anyone was truly out there. nobody ever was. logically, you knew that nobody was out there lurking.

but if you told big bro, he would go all fbi on the letters. he would try to figure out who sent them, and send them to jail themselves. you didn't know if they were truly a threat, so what's the point in poking the bear? if they got too terrible, you would tell him. maybe...

you son of a bitch. you should've been his last victim so you wouldn't be here and he would be. you're nothing but a manipulative little bitch.

you don't deserve anything you have handed to you.

go die, bastard.

you folded it back up and placed it in the box, the bin, then pushed it underneath the couch.

were you worried? of course. would you tell anyone? not yet. if your fear became unmanageable, you would let someone know.

the only problem with the notes is that there was no return address. you put up security cameras everywhere around your gate in hopes of catching the culprit(s) on video, but sadly they were able to hack into the cameras you had gotten.

you would check the video footage after you received a note or picture. the time stamp went from 8:54 to 9:03, meaning they probably hacked into it before they got there.

maybe garcia could find whoever hacked into it every night if you needed her to. surely she would be able to work her magic when necessary.

you went into your room to check your phone for any new messages.

a <3: what're you doing for lunch today? feel up to spending time together two days in a row? let me know whenever you can; there's no case today.

you: i don't have any plans at all today, i guess i'll just have to suffer through another lunch with you.

and... sent.

unknown number: hi, y/n. it's spencer. i just wanted to know how're you doing? is the cut on your face okay?

you: hey back genius :) i'm doing pretty well, all things considered. my face is looking much better than it was before i went to bed, thank you for asking.

send.

while waiting for a response, you decided to clean the house a bit. you vacuumed your rugs, washed the dishes in your sink, did your laundry, and that was pretty much all you had to do today. everything done before 10 a.m.

checking your phone, there were two more messages, one from each of the guys.

a <3: great! would you mind just meeting me at the office around 11:30?

you: that's no problem at all. any place in mind?

you checked the other message from spencer.

spencer :) : i'm glad you're doing well, y/n. and to clear things up, your face didn't look bad at all last night, bruise and cut included.

what a little charmer...

you: thanks for the clarity, it's very appreciated. so how've you been since last night? save any other damsels in distress?

you put your phone down and decided to start getting ready. you opted for some blue jeans, high rise, and a lavender halter top. you paired that with some white high-top converse and threw on your gray blazer spencer brought you from last night, after you retrieved it from the dryer.

wearing something so casual, you decided to just wear your natural hair to the office. you did, however, need to cover the remnants of your adventure last night so aaron wouldn't be upset upon seeing something.

you used some good ol' color corrector, concealer, a bit of foundation, and some powder to cover the bruises and fail to disguise the cut. then again, there's not much that can be done to cover that up.

you checked the time on your phone, 10:53, and saw two more message notifications.

a <3: i was thinking about ordering some mexican food to the office so we could just stay there.

you: i'm good with anything, so that sounds great! i'll see you soon.

you sent the message and hopped over to the one spencer had sent you.

spencer :) : sadly, no other damsels. although i suppose that could be considered a good thing to most. oh! and if you were wondering, i got your number from garcia. i wasn't stalking you or anything, no worries.

you: yes, i'm glad i was the only damsel in need of saving last night. also, if i were to find out you had been stalking me, i don't think i'd be afraid. in fact, i'd probably be more flattered that THE dr. spencer reid would consider me stalk-worthy.

was it flirtatious? yes. would it make him flustered? probably. would i enjoy being the person that flustered him? absolutely.

sent.

you got into your car and began the journey to quantico. the drive isn't very long, only about twenty minutes. you hopped out of the car, and made your way to the front desk to check in. looking over your shoulder, you saw none other than spencer reid walking up to you before the woman gave you your visitor's badge.

"hi there, damsel," spencer smiled as he greeted you. you walked closer to him after thanking the lady.

"hey, hero," you laughed as you both got closer. "is it too soon to hug you?"

"oh, uhm... not at all. i was actually-yes. i do want to- i'm just gonna..." he stuttered as he opened his arms for you to snuggle into.

"i like your hugs," you surprisingly announced.

"th-thank you," he smiled as he rested his chin on your head, secretly enjoying the coconutty scent that wafted off your hair into his nose.

"yea this is gonna be the new greeting tactic for us. just saying," you huffed into his chest.

"i wouldn't mind that at all," he laughed before you pulled back from his embrace, giving his shoulders a little squeeze before relinquishing all contact.

"okay, i'm here to see aaron. i'm assuming he's in his office, like always?" you rose one eyebrow in question before feeling a hand on your shoulder, turning to see aaron.

"i'm not always in my office," he rebutted as he embraced you in his arms. "how are you?" he asked nicely.

"i'm good! i hope you aren't overworking yourself like you usually tend to do," you voiced into his chest. he pulled back, not releasing your shoulders but looking deeply at your face.

"what's that?" he pointed to your cheekbone, his brows furrowing in concentration.

"oh, pshh. it's nothing," you shrugged as you waved his hand off, noticing spencer behind aaron with a look on his face that suggested you tell your brother what it was.

"y/n. what happened?" he pushed, giving you his 'brother' look.

"fine," you huffed. "i was gonna have to explain it eventually," you rolled your eyes. "last night before i left, ron got a bit handsy. before he did too much, spencer showed up to return my jacket. things got out of hand, ron might've slapped me, spencer might've pushed him against a wall, all's well that ends well," you grinned in hopes that he wouldn't have understood a word you just uttered.

"ron slapped you?" he asked in disbelief, his face still showing no emotion as per usual.

"yea, but spencer stopped him before he got to do anything else. oh! i don't have a job at all anymore, so i'm free for the next two weeks," you pressed your lips together.

"reid was there?" he turned to face spencer, who's face looked like a deer in the headlights.

"yup. i don't know what would've happened if he didn't show up. i really owe him, aaron," you said, trying to calm your brother down from the edge he was not-so-clearly teetering on.

"well, reid. uhh, thank you. and y/n. you should've told me this the second it happened," he ordered, looking at you shooting daggers.

"sir, yes, sir," you nodded off. "i'm sorry i didn't tell you. i just knew you'd be upset and i figured since everything's okay now that it wasn't important," you shrugged, trying to diffuse the situation.

"it is important. it will always be important because you're important to me," he emphasized before taking a deep breath. "as long as you'll tell me next time i think i'll be okay."

"great! now when's the food supposed to get here because... food," you excitedly asked as you followed aaron as he turned to go to his office.

"it'll be here in about 10 more minutes," he announced as he motioned for her to sit beside him in the chairs in front of his desk. "so... what's the full story of what happened?"

"are we really gonna talk about that right now?" you huffed, clearly over the situation from last night.

"yes. we are. harassment is a serious issue that should be dealt with accordingly. you know that, y/n," he reasoned, propping his arm on his desk as he looked at you with his stern face.

"i do know that. i also know that he only ever did that to me. he has a wife and two kids; he'd never do anything to put them in jeopardy," you announced, trying to convince aaron not to press the issue any further.

"but he would be willing to risk a law suit from you because of what happened?" he questioned in defiance, not accepting the ask to drop it.

"i wouldn't give him a law suit, aaron. you know that," you remarked, leaning in towards him slightly.

"you should. logically, you should sue him for hitting you. and i'm assuming for whatever else he's done to you in the past," he corrected you.

"how do you know he's done anything in the past?" you questioned, aaron nodding his head to the side. "right. profiler," you sighed. "look, he used to call me names i'm uncomfortable with, but now i won't have to deal with him. i don't work there anymore and never will again."

"you may not work there, but what if another woman starts working in the office? who's to say he won't harass them as well?" you looked down into your lap, fondling your fingers in avoidance. "look, i'm not trying to be rude about it. i just don't like seeing you hurt, and to know that the guy who hurt you isn't getting anything done to him is ludicrous."

"i know. you've always looked out for me since we were kids, but i'm not a kid anymore. i'm a grown woman and can take care of my own business when i need to," you replied softly, placing your hand over top aaron's in comfort. "but thank you, for always caring. i know you do it because you love me, even though you don't say it often," you laughed, trying to bring some light hearted-ness to the situation.

"i do..." he nodded along. "love you, that is," he added with a rare smile.

aaron has always been there for you. ever since you were kids, because of you dad he would take the role of protector for both you, sean, and your mom.

because of his role of 'protector,' he has this external shell that he feels as though he can't shed. in his mind, if he sheds it he's not able to mask his feelings, leaving not only himself but also those he protects vulnerable.

"i love you too, a.," you smiled back, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it from your grip. aaron took his phone and checked the time.

"the food's here now," he announced as he went to go pick it up from the front desk.

when he returned he gave you the food and you began to eat together, him telling you the latest garcia story that got quite the kick out of you until his attention went elsewhere.

"... so...?" aaron asked sneakily, a sly grin appearing on his face.

"... so what?" you furrowed your brows in question as you took a sip of your drink.

"you and reid, huh?" he widened his eyes in suspicion.

"what about me and reid?" you wanted to press him further, even though you knew exactly what he meant.

"that's exactly what i would like to know. what's going on with you and reid?" he finalized, pointing his fork accusingly at you.

"nothings going on with me and spencer," you raised your hands in defense. "i just drove him home after he intervened in the... situation, last night so i made sure to thank him. he texted me earlier today to ask me how i was holding up after yesterday evening- like a gentleman," you pointed out, raising your eyebrows to establish some sort of dominance you knew you didn't have over your brother.

"right," he said in a sing-song voice, you rolled your eyes at his tone.

"shut up," you scoffed as you threw away each of yours' trash. "so, i think it's time for me to go," you smiled as you turned to face aaron from the doorway.

"ahh, right," he sighed with a small grin. "i actually talked to strauss about getting you onto the team," he raised his eyebrows.

"did you, now?" you smirked. "what'd she say about it?"

"she said that you'd need to fill out an application, and that if you were to be hired there'd be a trial run first to see if everything would work out smoothly," he announced happily.

"really? so there's a chance i could work here?!" you squealed, rubbing your lips into a tight line from the excitement.

"a pretty good one, at that. i actually have an application right," he reached over his desk to retrieve a couple pages stapled together, "here," he smiled, handing you the application forms.

"oh my gosh!" you shouted, throwing your arms over your brother's stomach and squeezing him tightly. "this is so exciting! do you think i'm actually qualified?" you asked, pulling back from his embrace.

"are you kidding? of course you are?" he asked incredulously. "just fill those out, return them to strauss, and i'm sure she'll review them quickly," he nodded.

"right. i'll get going now," you smiled widely. "thank you, a. thank you so much," you said, giving him one last hug before you whooshed out of the door, papers in hand.

you walked down the stairs and out of the glass doors towards the elevator. the doors started to close after you pressed the 'lobby' button, but there was a brown satchel stuffed between them to stop the from closing right before they shut. once thy opened back up, you noticed who the bag belonged to.

"hey, spencer," you smiled, scooting over in the elevator to make more room for him.

"hey, y/n. how was your lunch?" he asked, returning your smile.

"it was pretty good. aaron gave me an application for the bau, which is very exciting," you bit back a wide grin.

"really?" he asked happily, his eyebrows raised, you nodded in return. "that's so great!" he said cheerily, wrapping his arms around your waist an lifting you off the elevator floor as the two of you giggled together.

"i know! if i'm being honest, i'm a bit nervous about it, y'know?" you said as he placed you back onto your feet, your hands still on his biceps.

"why? we already know you'll fit in well and do great. what's making you nervous?" he asked, his head tilting slightly as he looked at you with a confused expression.

"i don't know..." you started. "i guess since i've only worked at one job, doing one thing, moving nowhere, staying stagnant, i just don't know anything else," you shrugged.

"it's actually incredibly normal to feel nervous about a new job. over 80% of working professionals feel nervous or anxious when starting a new job," he clarified as the elevator doors opened, you both walking out together. "think of it this way: you know the material, you're more than qualified, you know everyone you'd be working with, and you're passionate about what you'll be doing. there's no doubt that you'll do amazing," he encouraged as you continued the walk to your car.

"thank you. at least i know i'm not the only one that gets this way," you sighed. "so why'd you walk all the way out here?" you giggled. "don't you still have work?"

"uhh, yes. i-i do have to work. i just f-figured- i just wanted to uh, talk to you?" he stuttered out, clearly not realizing how charming it was.

"well, thank you, spencer. i really enjoy our little chats," you nodded as you unlocked your car. "thanks for walking me out. i'll see you?" you asked.

"yea, yes. i will uhm, see you later. goodbye, y/n," he smiled gorgeously.

"see you later, spencer," you grinned back as you closed your door and began to drive off after buckling up.

halfway home, you got a call from someone. you pressed the bluetooth answer button on your radio to answer.

"hello?" you replied, readjusting your hands on your wheel.

"y/n hotchner. i can't believe you were at the office and didn't even bother to say hi to me!" emily's voice rang through the speakers.

"emily! hello to you too," you giggled.

"you even said hi to reid! but not me?" she shouted. "what gives?"

"sorry, i just kinda ran into him, i guess. well, he ran into me," you corrected yourself.

"what does that mean?"

"well, he kinda stopped me while i was in the elevator so he could talk to me. he's such a good friend," you complimented.

"only friend?" emily asked suggestively.

"yes, em. only friends," you laughed at the insinuation.

while it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to be more than friends with him, it certainly wasn't the right time for a serious relationship in your life yet.

"righhtt... anyway, that's not the only reason i called you," she stated.

"and why did you do that?" you asked as you turned onto the highway, a straight shot to the street with your house on it.

"i wanted to know if you'd like to come with us to a bar after we get off of work tonight?" she asked.

"hmm... who's 'we'?"

"well there's me, morgan, garcia, and you if you'll come?"

"sure, it sounds fun," you agreed. "besides, not like i have anything to do with no job and all," you laughed out.

"great! now we could probably convince reid to come now that you're going!" she exclaimed.

"jeez, em," you huffed as you rolled your eyes and turned onto your street.

"you know it's true. morgan's already teasing him about it and everything," she snorted out over the phone.

"oh poor spencer..." you grimaced as you thought about the relentless teases.

"yea, yea, yea. but you're coming, and there's no backing out! i'll just pick you up before i head to the bar. be ready at 8, ma'am. dress hot, please, garcia and i already agreed to it," she demanded.

"yes ma'am, sounds good," you nodded even though she can't see you.

"alright, love you, bye," she said, holding out the 'e'.

"love you too, bye," you said as she hung up the phone, finally turning into your driveway to be met with your gate.

you entered the code and the gate opened, allowing you to drive half a mile up to your house. you had always wanted a nice, big house as a child. the kind that people had in movies, and everyone looked at online. you signed a lease for this house a while back, and got an amazing deal on it sense you knew who owned it previously.

unlocking your door, you walked into your house with the papers in hand. you walked into your dining room and started filling the papers out easily. it was only 1 p.m., so you had a while before you had to start getting ready for going out with them tonight.

*******

you threw on a maroon colored corduroy skirt, tucking in your spaghetti strap, black tank top. adding some black heeled booties, you added a few silver pieces of jewelry.

after adding some mascara, lip gloss, and a bit more powder you felt like you were ready to walk out of the door. you did a few spritzes of perfume before grabbing your black crossbody purse, letting it hang on one shoulder before grabbing your black denim jacket, dashing out of the door to emily's car.

"hey em," you said as you swung the door open, crawling not-so-gracefully inside.

"hey there," she said as she examined what you were wearing. "i seriously did my makeup for half an hour and you come out looking like that? it should be illegal to look that hot, y/n," she rolled her eyes with a huff.

"are you kidding me?" you replied, looking over to see what she was wearing herself.

she had on a short, black dress that had a low neckline, allowing tasteful cleavage to show through. she wore that with some red pumps to match her lipstick and some shimmery eyeshadow.

"okay, you can't say that. you look hot, em! don't sell yourself short," you punched her arm playfully.

"yea, yea, yea," she said, beginning to drive out of your driveway.

once you arrived to the bar, it looked like it was almost full. the music was loud, and you could feel the base through your feet on the floor. it took you about a minute until you could find the others, derek, pen, and spencer, sitting at a booth in the corner of the bar.

because of how crowded it was, you sat across from penny and derek and in between spencer and emily. you were practically on top of spencer because of how small the seats were, the poor guy.

"damn, you look great, y/n," derek gushed before looking at spencer with a smirk. "don't you think, pretty boy?" he laughed out, earning a jab from penny in the stomach.

"play nice, derek," she scolded him. "but you do look great, y/n. your legs look amazeballs in that outfit... like wow," she exaggerated.

"oh, shush," you blushed. "i'm kinda hungry... you guys?" you asked them.

"i could go for some cheese sticks," emily replied.

"i ate before we came here," spencer replied with a smile, leaning into your ear a little bit to answer.

"so cheese sticks and... cheese fries? i adore cheese fries," penny added.

"i'm okay with whatever. i'll go order," you said as emily got up to let you out.

"i'll help," spencer added as he scooted out with you.

"great, any drink requests?" you asked, pointing out to all three others.

"jack and coke," emily requested.

"anything fruity they have!" pen told you.

"whiskey, on the rocks," derek said with a smile.

"you've got it," you said as you turned around, realizing how crowded it was as you tried to weave through the first few people in your way.

you felt a hand grip yours firmly, turning to see it was spencer's hand you felt a sigh of relief wash over you. he leant down to your ear to talk to you, so you leaned a bit closer to him.

"i'm gonna put my arm around your waist so we can get through easier. is that okay?" he asked. his breath on your neck and ear almost distracted you from the question.

"y-yea. that's uhm... that's okay," you nodded your head as you felt his arm snake around your waist, pulling you closer to his side.

you moved one of your arms around his torso in return, squeezing yourself further into your side so you could avoid bumping into as many people. you could smell his sweet cologne, and the smell of what seemed to be coffee and old books. the warmth of his entire being was undeniable, drawing you closer to his presence.

eventually when you made it to the bar, you both kept your arms around the other. after ordering the food and drinks, you finally pulled your arm back, but stayed just as close to him.

"have you filled the application out yet?" spencer asked sweetly, leaning into your body.

"yea, i finished them just before i got ready to come here, actually," you nodded your head with a smile. "i guess you could say i'm a bit eager to start working."

"i think that's a good thing," he smiled brightly.

"oh, it definitely is!" you agreed. "i'm just so bored at the house. i've only been gone for a day and i need something to do, y'know?" you shrugged.

"busybody?" he questioned.

"oh you have no idea," you laughed, pushing his shoulder back playfully.

"i guess it runs in the family. hotch is always working on something as well," he mentioned. "so working at the bau would be a great fit for you both."

"yea, i sure hope so," you said longingly. "so what else do you do for fun... besides reading and working, of course," you asked.

"uhmm, i enjoy magic, i guess," he expressed.

"really?" you perked up, straightening out your posture at what he revealed.

"yea. i know a few little party tricks. wanna see?" spencer proposed, you nodded eagerly. "okay," he licked his lips as he began digging into his pocket and pulled out a $20 bill, also getting a pen. "watch..." he said as he jabbed the green paper with the pen.

"okay?" you squinted your eyebrows at what he was doing, unsure of where this trick was leading.

he then started to drag the paper around the pen, not tearing the bill at all. you felt your jaw drop in awe as he continued playing with it. then, he drug the pen all the way out of the bill, not a hole in sight. he made the bill disappear, leaving you stunned.

"what? how did you-? where did it-?" you stuttered, looking at him accusingly.

he reached around your hair, behind your ear and pulled out the same twenty dollar bill as earlier, a smug look on his face as he did so.

"okay... wow." you said as you began slow-clapping in awe. "i'm thoroughly impressed, spencer."

"thanks," he smiled shyly as he tucked the bill back into his pocket. "i've been doing magic since i was a kid. it's one of my hobbies when i'm we're not trying to catch serial killers," he shrugged.

"i'd say you've picked a good hobby," you chuckled. "i bet kids love it when you do them, huh?"

"yea, it's quite the entertainment for children," he nodded. "i love their reaction to it. it just makes me happy that i can bring a smile to their face."

"that, spencer, is fascinating," you complimented as the bartender handed you the drinks and spencer the food to take back to the table.

walking back was much easier than your journey to the bar, people actually making way for others with their hands full of refreshments. at least some people still had their manners.

"okay guys," you addressed as you began passing out the drinks, "here is your whiskey, jack and coke, and a tequila sunrise for pen."

"ouuu! i like the sound of that!" penny cheered as she took a sip of the drink, her eyes widening with delight.

"thank you, ma'am," derek thanked as he took a sip of his drink.

"absolutely perfect, y/n," emily relished in her beverage.

the rest of the night was fun. you laughed, joked, and danced with the girls. you even got to know spencer a bit more, much to your liking.

the next day you turned in your application, and was surprised when you got the job on the spot. you would begin your trial run in one week.

and you couldn't believe how fast that week went by, because as soon as you blinked, you were in the bullpen of the bau at your very own desk.

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