#i'd do >>>>anything<<<<< to come back and simply see and live in fall and winter

[alasy]

experiencing fall and winter would actually cure me right now

[quartzhearted]

pegasus moon, year xx.

[ FIRST CORRESPONDENCE W. KINGDOM OF BRODIA. ]

To my beloved,

I want to start this letter off by simply saying: I love you.

I haven't said that in a long time, apparently. I'm sorry it's taken me so much time to get around to it, but I'll admit: I've been afraid. I've learned a lot about the circumstances surrounding what happened to me and what happened to Elyos afterward; I was a fool, and it cost my life and the lives of thousands more. I feel as though I've stolen someone else's second shot at life.

But I'm here, much as I feel like I shouldn't be. I've met up with both Alcryst and Diamant; they reacted about as well as you'd expect. Which was pretty badly. But I think I've smoothed it over well enough with them. And wouldn't you believe it, I've got a job at the fancy new school they're attending. I'm an axe, sword, and authority instructor---Dragons, if you saw the amount of tests I have to grade every other week, you'd cry. I know I almost have.

When this letter reaches the mailroom, I'll be surprised if the staff don't think it's a bunch of hooey and rip the letter open to read it. If that's the case, then, well. Hi there, folks.Sorry, off-topic.

I'm sure the boys have written to you about the school, so I won't waste paper explaining things you already know. There was a ball here recently, and I got to meet up with a lot of people I'd never seen before. Let me tell you, they've got some real cases at this school; don't think I've ever laughed so hard in one night. Except maybe on our honeymoon after that new kid waiter shot the champagne cork right in my eye. Dragons, the look on his face. Poor thing.

A lot of stuff happened at that ball, and talking about all of it will probably make my hand cramp like a beast. So I'll put it in a bullet point list:

Got punched (it was consensual)

Met a kid probably Alcryst's age who was as decorated as a winter festival tree

Was given pomegranate seeds by a little girl who I think was part chipmunk(??)

Had my first drink with Alcryst

Watched the prince of Solm start a spaghetti war

Spooked Alcryst's retainer Lapis (I still feel real bad about this one but I made it up to her later)

And there's other stuff that I'm probably forgetting. My memory's never been good at keeping anything that doesn't involve hitting swords together or my family, but you know that.

After the ball ended, I decided to take up dancing. It was pretty popular with the other attendees; I think the first class I went to had so many people there were folks waiting outside the door. I know we're already classically trained, so I didn't need to go take a class, but I sort of just wanted to go meet other people. It was hard as hell, too---the instructor was no joke. I'm pretty sure I fell over at least ten times and shook the room each time.

There's a special outfit they made for the dancers around here. It's supposed to help with movement and all that. I've had a peek at it and boy, it sure is something. They said they'll make one custom for me, but since I'm bigger than their usual clients it'll take a bit longer for them to have it out for me. I think the kids will be horrified when they see their father in this thing, so I'm quite honestly doing it so I can see their faces. They need to confront their fears if they want to do well in battle; this may or may not include seeing their father wearing skimpy outfits and busting a move with a frightful amount of leg.

Dragons, I miss you so much. I miss being able to sit with you and talk about nothing for hours. I miss laying with you in bed and having those little competitions on who will fall asleep first (if the running tally's still correct, then I'm up three nights). I miss just being with you. But I can't come back to Brodia right now, and I'm not sure I'll ever be able to. I can't throw the country into whatever disaster my being alive will cause. She's in Diamant's hands now, and I intend to let it stay that way.

I'm proud of Alcryst and Diamant. They've been through so much as I'm sure you have, and yet they're here, working on themselves and meeting new people. They're such strong kids. Seeing their eyes fill with all sorts of horrible emotions when they first saw me shook me something serious. I'm such a terrible father for what I've made them do.

One day, I want to see you again. I want to feel your hand in mine. I want to kiss your cheek, and I want to hug you, and I want to hold you until eons pass, the world explodes, and we're the only two people floating around in whatever debris is left. ( aside from the kids, they'll be there too. they can float with us. ) Life doesn't feel right without you, and while I'm thankful every day to the Dragons above that you survived the hell that took Elyos, I'm about ready to curse them out for the circumstances that keep me from running back to Brodia and kissing you until my mouth goes numb.

Maybe we can meet up at a halfway point.

Enclosed in this letter are images taken with the monastery's new-fangled instant portrait-capturing device, invented by one of the alumni. I'm not sure how they managed it, but it lets you capture portraits in about three-or-so seconds, and they're as perfect as if you hired an artist to do them. Boy, that would have been nice when Alcryst and Diamant were squirts.

This may not be all the proof you'll need to believe me, but I want to try anyways. It breaks my heart knowing I'm here, you're there, and I can't do anything to change it. I just hope you're safe, at least.

I'm on patrol duty tonight, so I have to go scan the halls for misbehaving students and whatever idiots decide to raid a heavily-weaponized military academy. It's not great work, but I at least get to chat with some people I don't normally see in the daytime. Night owls and all that. This monastery really is something; I think you'd like it here.

I'll write to you again soon. I want these to become regular so that I don't fall out of contact or keep you in the dark anymore. There's a lot I need to work through and a lot I still need to understand, but I at least want you to know what happens to me when it does. As my wife, you deserve that much.

I love you, my darling. You'll hear from me again soon. Please be well.

Signed,

Morion, Professor of Axe, Sword, and Authority at the Officers Academy

[roosterbruiser]

giving a life update bc it makes me feel better about myself feat. another face reveal

I think I'm gonna treat this like a sort of journal entry and include some cute pictures so this doesn't feel like an absolute dump :-)

so to begin here's a picture of my nephew (yes it's a dog)

I am so excited for all my upcoming projects. right now, my focus is on finishing CS all the way. after I finish CS, I think I'm gonna go ahead and come out w HOT TO GO! (BRB x Reader) and then start regularly posting VV and SS again. I think I have my October schedule pinned down (like everything that's coming out) and that is so exciting! I can't wait to share w y'all!

I'm a working girl now!! I nanny 4 days a week!! it's lovely!! just one baby who's only 1!! and the parents work from home so I never have to stay late or anything!! it has been a bit of a challenge getting used to the schedule (but I thrive with schedules!) so that's why I've been a bit absent on here!!

still trying to get my house set up....living room has come a loooooong way, but my bedroom is suffering! hoping to work on it here and there! but my main priority is getting back into my regularly scheduled writing!! the living room def isn't completely done (have to finish my gallery walls!) and I wish the walls weren't white, but we're renting so! I do what I must!

plus being back in the area I'm in now means I'm by my friends again so I've been Going Out And Socializing which is crazy!!! here's some pictures of me at a local brewery wearing the bolo necklace I got with @ohgodnotagainn in Colorado!!!

in all complete and utter seriousness, whenever I was coming out with a new chapter for my three stories every single week (and updating Landslide like every two days!) I was at my lowest point. I was like one nasty thought away from having a grippy sock vacation and holding onto anything that eased my Darkness--which was absolutely writing and sharing on here with everyone!

here's a pic of me when I was at one of my lowest points. I was in Chicago in the dead of winter with people I didn't know very well (it was still fun!) and had never felt more lost in my life. it also exactly coincided with my stories getting popular on here after my 200 follower celebration. like, I remember being on the train and checking my Tumblr every hour and always having 100+ notifications. I'll never forget how mind-boggling it was!! I went from 200 followers in early January to 2.8k now in late September. and I love you all SO much!!!

I'd like to think I look much happier now :-)

I kind of have a bf now and I'm sooooo embarrassed ab it. like. who breaks up with the person they thought they were gonna marry, gets back with their ex, and just stays w them??? me, I guess! no but I am actually happy. we're going to see CHAPPELL MF ROAN'S ALBUM RELEASE tomorrow and he's gonna wear a silk scarf and trim his mustache. I'm in love. like, actually in love. Alice Hoffman says, "Fall in love whenever you can." so I did!

the closest I'll give to a face reveal.....

anyway. I'm happy. the only thing I wanna work on right now is my health (simply MUST get into the hot girl mindset) and my writing!! everything else is gravy, baby!!

gonna try to answer asks / mentions / dm's this weekend!

[margridarnauds]

real fic writer asks: 💌 🤲 🕯️ 🎀 💘 💫 If any of these have already been asked, I'm sorry!

Thank you so much for asking!

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

I don't know if I HAVE a WIP that's anywhere close to being published, but here's a favorite, from the AU where Orléans lives long enough to be released following Thermidor, under the condition that he leaves France in order to go into exile in London:

“She must be pretty good for you to defend her after all she’s done, Égalité!” The man who said it, the brave vainqueur of the Bastille, fell back several feet, being blasted with the force of their combined glares. 

Then, with all the effort of Atlas, Orléans put on that broad smile that she knew so well, infuriating in its confidence. “Not at all, my good man! I was simply passing by and saw that there was trouble. I had no idea that Citoyenne Arnaud was the victim for today. But, tell me: Isn’t there something better for you to do? Surely the Republic needs all of its citizens to go about their jobs, for the good of the nation.” 

Oh, he was good. She’d almost forgotten how good he was in all the time that it’d been since the last time she’d seen him like this, totally in his element. 

“Ridding the Republic of traitorous scum like this is my business.” The man stood tall, hand on his hips, and she could see several nods from the crowd. 

“Of course, and you do it very well.” Bold as fucking brass, Orléans walked over to him, patting his shoulder. “Though, surely, there must be something else that you want.” He held out a single, gleaming bronze coin, the Phrygian cap clearly displayed. 

“You think that you can buy off good patriots?” The man asked, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Not at all, certainly!” Orléans tossed the coin into the crowd, the bronze gleaming before hitting the crowd, followed by ten, twenty, thirty more, and the crowd scrambled to grab them, falling over one another to get to the coins. 

“You can-You can do your tricks on any number of them as you want, I won’t budge.” 

“Oh,” Orléans’ smile was broad as ever, but cold, colder than a frost in the dead of winter. “I would never expect you to. But now, you see, there is only one of you and two of us. And, of course, I’m sure, in the current spirit of liberté, égalité, and fraternité, the police will be thrilled to know that such an honest, forthright man exists. Though, of course, if you wanted to simply walk away…” 

The man looked between the two of them and the crowd, still focused on scrambling for whatever coins they could get ahold of. 

“Citoyenne Arnaud,” Orléans nudged her. “Come.” 

“Anyway,” Margrid said, taking the opportunity to stomp on the man’s feet as she walked past, “I’m his cousin. By marriage!” 

🤲what do YOU get out of writing?

I get to work with characters I love, explore dynamics that I enjoy, research time periods that are near and dear to my heart. It's a nice refuge.

I noticed it used the candle emoji twice so I'll answer both:

🕯️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?

I think every single fic is hard in its own way, especially since these days I'm basically fighting my own brain to get anything out at all (please don't be worried, it's just...the way things are now, I'm fine or...at least, as fine as possible.) And most of my fics end up taking me places that I never thought I'd go to, especially when I really hit the research hard. So I'm going to answer this from multiple angles:

There's one that...it's mostly done, but it's never been published and I don't know if it ever WILL be published, which would have been a part of the Irish Mythology College AU. And the reason why I don't know if it ever will be is that I started it when I was in my flat in Ireland, quietly going insane during the early pandemic, in a very precarious place with where I was as a scholar, where I was in terms of where I was situated, and then...well. We know what happened. It's very hard for me, sometimes, to look at that one. One day, I will hopefully finish it, at least for my own sake, but it's still quite a sore subject. It's more autobiographical than usual -- I've always been very honest about the fact that I feel like I've put more of myself into Lazare, Margrid, and Bres than any other characters I've written, even though every character I've written has little bits of me here and there -- but it's even more so than usual. And in that fic, it's a character very much like me in many ways, struggling with inner demons that mirror a lot of struggles that I've had, facing down a very, very painful situation that I had to face down and that had long-ranging consequences, and, having lived through it, the ending wasn't particularly happy. Hopefully, one day it will be. He isn't *dead.* (Come on, nothing can kill Bres -- Lugh tried, and even then, he keeps popping up in texts. The man's like a cockroach.) The fic was slated to end on a note of uncertainty. But, until then, it's probably the one fic of mine that I have the hardest time staring down, because it's looking into a mirror and, specifically, looking into a mirror at a past version of myself where I know what's going to happen.

The hardest *published* story I think I've ever written was probably Damage Control, just because I did do research on celebrity nude leaks, their reaction to it, the PR that follows, the consequences it could have on their lives, and it was very, very depressing. In some ways, it's easier for me to write about an atrocity that happened two hundred years ago than it is to write about something that happened ten years ago. Like, seeing 18 year old Vanessa Hudgens having to APOLOGIZE for her nudes being leaked made me lose faith in humanity. On the reverse side, it WAS very satisfying to see Richard and Emma get a little bit of revenge, and I think that seeing the impact it'd had, seeing how misogynistic the industry was, really did make me write it better and more sensitively. (I never explicitly said in the fic if there were any nude photos leaked, that was a conscious decision to (1) not make it something salacious or make it trauma porn and (2) to focus on the hurt of it instead. In my mind, there were, but I deliberately left it ambiguous.)

There's one that's been a WIP for a little while that would have Ronan and Lazare having a fight over the possibility of Lazare taking a wife and, honestly, I thought it would be fine, especially since...it's something you know happened historically. Plenty of gay men married and had children with women, plenty of gay women had children with men. It was the norm. But actually writing it out, it was this one moment of "Oh. This really happened." Like, it isn't that I didn't care about those people until I wrote a fic about it, it was more that, when I was writing that scene out, it wasn't JUST those two I was seeing, it was every couple throughout history who'd had that kind of argument and who'd wanted to get married and spend their lives together but couldn't because they were born in the wrong time. And that one ends well, but it did hit me like a brick to write that scene.

🕯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?

It can create a really supportive, friendly environment. Especially when you're writing for smaller fandoms, it can be a very isolating experience, and it's great to know that you're not alone, that someone likes your odd little thing and is interested in it. As someone who is extremely socially anxious and can sometimes struggle to write my thoughts out on a fic, I usually just remember how *I* feel when I read reviews, even when I'm too busy squeeing over the review to respond.

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

Answered here!

💘Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?

Answered here!

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

Honestly, I'm really happy for any type of comment, especially if it's not "More" or "Can you write this from the other character's perspective instead?" I do love the in-depth reviews that really dig into the fic, I always love getting those, or the ones that are shorter but that tell me what someone's favorite lines are. There are some lines that I know are *my* favorite lines, but it's always great to see when they hit or, alternatively, when something I didn't think was my best really hits.

[madamphantasm]

Long before harpies took over the skies, and dragons took over the mountains, a group of monsters roamed the land.

You and I know them as werewolves. They knew eachother as the wolfkin.

In one of these wolfkin tribes, a little wolf girl lived. She was born from the head guard in their tribe, and one of the best hunters they had. Her mother, the huntress named Brutal, had named this little girl Brava, for she believed that bravery was a trait that their tribe needed most. Brutal's stoic husband, Vehemen, did not get to see the birth of his child, for he had been protecting the tribe.

Brava soon grew from a little fuzzball with legs, to a little wolf girl who dreamed of one day living up to her name.

One day, a group of three wolf children walked between the trees of their territory. Close by, Brava played by herself in the snowy grass.

The youngest, a boy named Veloz, noticed her playing there, and the older boy, Valor, turned to look as well.

"Hey, check it out." He motioned for the eldest girl, Asustina, to look.

She took one look at Brava and grinned as she crouched to grab some dirty snow to throw it at her. "Where?" she asked while throwing it at Brava.

"Hey!" Brava put up her hands to shield her eyes. "I didn't do anything!"

Asustina rolled her eyes. "Well what were you expecting when you decided to hide yourself in all of that grass? You're so dirty and small that I didn't notice you, honest~!"

Brava's eyes began to feel itchy with tears. "I'm not small-"

Valor crossed his arms. "I could see her just fine, maybe your eyes just aren't as sharp as you say they are."

Asustina snapped her head to look at him, but before she could say something, Valor added, "I'd prefer it I couldn't see her at all. I envy you, Tina."

Velos looked elsewhere. "I think I hear Brava's mom somewhere. Let's go before she gets here."

Asustina rolled his eyes at him. "Whatever," she said before she left, the Veloz walking away as well.

Valor glanced at Brava momentarily before he joined the others.

Brava held her tears back from falling up until they were fully out of sight. "I had come all the way here because I didn't wanna bother anyone to begin with..." And there she stayed for a moment before coming back home.

When she was finally inside her home, a den carved into a mountain side, she made a straight trek towards the back of the den where she knew her mother would be spending the time preparing for winter.

Her mother noticed Brava come up to her sadly, and she gave her daughter a sad smile. She knew.

Brava simply brushed the dirt out of her hair and fur, and took a seat beside her mom. "Can I ask a question?"

Her mother nodded.

"How do you deal with wanting to cry?"

Her mother looked at the work she was doing and thought for a moment. "When I was little, I would howl at the moon."

Brava thought about her mother's answer. "Does the moon mind?"

"Oh, Brava," her mother sighed. "The moon will never complain. If she did, she would have left long ago."

Brava hummed. "I don't want to leave."

Her mom nudged her little head. "I know."

[inkedinshadows]

santa is back!!! hope your week has been filled with the magic of the holidays (it's almost halloween, right?) I have a couple more questions for you (there's kind of a lot this time, sorry!):

do you prefer canon or au fics? is there a specific kind of au you like? a specific part of canon you wish was explored more?

what's your favorite thing about elain? about azriel?

we've talked a lot about mythology! are there any myths that you feel like fit with acotar beyond the classic hades/persephone trope (personally I feel like that IS elain and az)

how many holiday vibes should we put into this baby? hallmark-level decorations? solstice like we see in acofas? some vague winter celebrations? no holiday at all?

what is your favorite part of the end of the year? I've been loving the cold weather and dirty pumpkin chais--does it get cold where you live? do you like fall holidays or winter holidays more?

hope your week was stress-free and that your weekend is blissful :)

xoxo,

santa

Ahhh hello Santa! I have so much fun answering your questions that I giggled when I saw this!

The answers are below the cut because it's a bit long oopsie

I actually tend to stick with canon fics. I do enjoy some good AU fic from time to time, but I usually cherry-pick them, while I read pretty much anything within canon. As for a specific part to explore... there's so much that we still don't know that I can't choose. But if we narrow it down to Elain and Azriel, I'd say maybe their powers? We still don't know exactly how either her visions or his shadows work and I think it'd be interesting to know more about that.

My favorite thing about Elain is probably her quiet strength. She's often underrated and regarded as boring because she's not as "loud" as her sisters are, but I love quiet, introverted people as one myself (until you get to know me and then I overshare lol). Elain's not a talker, she's a listener and an observer, and we see that multiple times. She's not a fighter, but it doesn't mean she won't grow claws to protect those she loves. I always thought that if I were an acotar character, I'd be Elain. Maybe that's also why I like her so much and I can't wait for her book to see what happens inside her head.

And about Azriel... where do I even start? If I had to choose, I'd probably say his kindness and thoughtfulness. It's not something I take for granted, especially considering how he spent the first few years of his life and how he was treated. Yet he makes sure not to appear threatening in front of the priestesses, he gets his friends meaningful gifts, and he makes time to teach Feyre how to fly and later on to train the priestesses (when we know he's a workaholic and there's a war going on in both stances). And I love his humor lol.

I do have a few myths, actually. Sticking to Greek mythology, I think there are many similarities between Feyre and Tamlin's story and Eros and Psyche. Oh and I can see some parallels between Ares, Aphrodite, Hephaestus and Azriel, Elain, Lucien. Also, the Valkyries. I believe they're going to play a bigger role in the next books because they were really important in Norse mythology. (If I were a theorist, I would probably also come up with something about Elain and the cursed prophet Cassandra bc I thought about it a couple times, but I don't really engage in theories)

I love Christmas sooo... as many holiday vibes as you like! You won't hear any complaint form me eheh

It's winter holidays for me. Also because Halloween is not really a big holiday here in Italy. It became more popular in the last few years under American influence, but I never once dressed up, went trick or treating, or even went to a theme party. Last year I simply watched Nightmare Before Christmas lol. But Christmas is my favorite holiday and time of the year in general because I love the music, the decorations, the atmosphere, the snow (though it hasn't snowed enough to make even just a single snowball in years).

Unfortunately my week had a lot of ups and downs, but hopefully the weekend will be better ✨️ and I hope you have a lovely weekend too 🩷 and so sorry for yapping, I got carried away!

[dinosaurchurch]

2023 is half over; half way done the journey for this year. I've burned bridges, found out what mourning is, said goodbye to certain goals of mine in exchange for others, and regained myself. Everything bleeds together melding into another solid chapter; some closing as another opens but nevertheless I'm still holding out. This year has been a roller coaster ride for sure but my emotions have held steady even through the turbulence.

Having to face ones inner demons manifesting as fears and doubts only to get to the other side with a returned assurance and clarity is quite something. Just when you think you can't do it - can't live without something - you find yourself at the moment where you realize that you'll be okay just as you are. There's things that exist that I've put out of mind mind realizing that they don't mean piddly squat in the long run; I was okay before I knew existed and I'll be okay without them. I think that's what 2023 is turning out to be - the year of clarity for me. Cutting what doesn't need to stay for what does.

It's good to be able to let everything melt away and all of my stress and worries fall off of my shoulders. Having to be okay when shit hits the fan or things don't go to plan is one of the hard pills I've had to swallow over the past couple of year especially - this is just the other side of the storm looking back knowing that I'm here and I'm okay and I will be fine for the future to come. I've had to give up entirely worrying about what other people do whether its bad or good; what's out of my control isn't something that's going to plague my thoughts. As long as I'm doing what I can to be best version of me and doing the right thing simply because it's the right thing to do is the biggest thing that matters.

I can't let the what ifs cloud my judgment. If there's anything I've learned from seeing the hardship other people have endured along with myself it's that I have to remain hopeful for the future spite being well aware that bad things will come and go. It's been hard to flip my perspective to be more positive considering the depressive low that manifested a couple of summers ago, it was something I had to do for myself. Fully letting myself break away from people's expectations of who I should be and how I should act has been freeing in more ways than I expected.

I absolutely won't kid anyone that hitting rock bottom with my mental health was like venturing into hell. There was days I didn't know if I'd see myself again; like old me was no where to be seen and I wouldn't ever find her. It took months for me to return to my usual equilibrium - to have that confident spark return. Forcing myself to step back from my own biases and see the silver lining has brought me a lot of comfort in ironically not having closure or things set in stone - those things I relied on the most - to fully understand what I cherish. It's nothing complex nor lavish but really the small stuff because what's life without all the little impressions that people and memories that are left on us? It's not nearly as rich if you ask me.

2023 has definitely been a strange ride. I was entirely expecting to hit another depressive low during the winter months but I guess turning myself around and getting to appreciate what beauty there is in what little I have has really helped. Gearing myself to expect the worst or at least the inevitable has eased some of the mental stress that I've endured for a long time. I think that's how I managed to release what was plaguing my mind. Knowing that certain things have to happen in order for me to go forward has really settled what I felt uneasy over, I've always managed to carry on even spite what internal battles I've been through.

I don't know what the other half of the year has in store for me but I know that if I've gotten this far then I'm sure I can go farther.

I'm ready.

[spencestyles]

I’d do anything

summary: spencer is in love with y/n and y/n is in an abusice relationship. will spencer be able to save y/n? love her when she needs him most?

pairing: spencer reid x bau!fem!reader

warnings: ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP DO NOT READ IF NOT COMFORTABLE READING THIS CONTENT, normal case violence

words: 4k+

please do not read if you are uncomfortable with the content of it abuse is a trigger. be mindful of this.

enjoy!!

SPENCER'S POV

"Guys this is my boyfriend, Owen," y/n said to the team on a night out.

For the longest time she and I have been best friends, nothing more. I have been in love with her for a while now, but I have always been too afraid to tell her. Now that she had a boyfriend, I knew I had lost my chances.

"Oh my gosh!" Penelope yelled. "It is so nice to finally meet you! y/n has told us so much about you!"

Owen smiled and gave y/n a side hug, "Hopefully all good things."

"Yes," JJ quickly said. "She makes you seem amazing. Hopefully you can live up to the expectations."

"Hopefully I do not disappoint," Owen replied.

The night continued with the team asking Owen questions. I had met Owen before and he truly was a nice guy. That was the worst part. However as the night continued, y/n acted strange and almost seemed afraid of Owen. She was acting timid, something she has never done, not even in front of an unsub.

Owen went to get y/n a drink so I decided it would be the perfect time to ask y/n, "Are you okay? You've been acting strange, is Owen hurting you?"

"What?" y/n laughed. "Spencer are you okay? Of course not. Owen and I are perfectly fine."

I sighed, "Okay, just checking. Are we still on for Dr Who tomorrow night?"

"When have I ever not showed up for Dr Who?" y/n retorted. "I will obviously come. Nothing can ever come between us and Dr Who."

Owen suddenly came up behind y/n, "Wait, you're hanging with Spencer tomorrow?" Owen asked aggressively. "I thought we were going to do something?"

y/n laughed, "I told you I can't ever hang on certain Fridays because I watch Dr Who with Spencer. I also never agreed to doing something together, I would have never forgotten a Dr Who watch party."

Owen glared at me. Obviously he was angry I was hanging out with y/n.

"I think it's time for us to leave," Owen said, grabbing y/n's arm very hard. "Say goodbye to your friends." Owen walked over to the table with y/n and put on a fake smile. As they walked out the door, I noticed y/n look back at me, tears in her eyes. Something was wrong.

The whole team was sitting at the table talking about something random when I decided to speak up, "How did you guys like Owen?"

A mix of complements were thrown by the girls, but the guys, they didn't seem too impressed. JJ, Emily, and Penelope, all went to get drinks while Rossi, Hotch, Derek, and I stayed at the table.

"What did you guys think of him?" I asked.

"I hated him," Derek said simply. "I saw the way y/n acted around him, much profilers the girls are. She's acting just like someone who has been manipulated and abused."

Hotch nodded, "I agree with Derek. I know we aren't supposed to profile team members, but the girls obviously don't see anything wrong."

"Are you guys sure?" Rossi asked. "I mean he seems very nice and maybe you all just think he is not good because you all wish y/n and Spencer were together."

The guys looked at me as I began to blush profusely, "I don't want to be with y/n that much anymore." They looked at me in disagreement. "Guys I'm serious, she has a boyfriend."

"Yeah and you don't like her," Rossi argued. "Just admit that you still have a crush on her and then if something really happens I will believe you."

"Fine," I sighed. "I still like y/n."

YOUR POV

"What the hell y/n," Owen screamed at you. "What the fuck is Dr Who night? You know I don't like him."

You choked a sob, "Owen it isn't like that. I don't like him, he's my best friend. Please don't hurt me."

"He obviously has something for you and you have something for him," He yelled.

"I d-don't lik-ke him Owen," I whispered. "I promise."

This had become your normal routine. Spencer or some other male would say something and Owen would go crazy. Especially about Spencer. Owen would yell at you and sometimes things would escalate. That unfortunately is how it went tonight.

It started with a push, then a slap. Sometimes it progressed more, but that was rare.

"We are going somewhere," Owen said.

You were being dragged out of the house, "Owen, what?"

"Well since you can't be obedient, I'm going to have to teach you somehow y/n."

And like that you were knocked out unconscious.

SPENCER'S POV

I walked into work carrying a coffee for both y/n and I. I decided to get her a coffee to apologize for last night's irrational decisions. I had come to the conclusion that Owen wasn't actually abusive, I was just jealous.

Derek and Hotch though, not so much.

"Baby girl, that guy is a grade A asshole," Derek said to Garcia. "Can you please just do one background check?"

Penelope sighed, "I can't do that Derek, I promised y/n I wouldn't look into him."

I decided to ignore the conversation and wait for y/n to come in for work. After about thirty minutes of waiting I decided to ask Hotch.

"Hey, is y/n coming in today?" I asked.

"Um, no," he said, pulling out his phone. "I got this strange text though, can you look through it."

"Yeah let me see," I said, walking over to where he set his phone down.

"Agent Hotchner, I will not be able to come into work tomorrow for the case. I have an issue with my tonsils. I am sorry." I recited. "I don't think y/n typed this, maybe we should send someone to her house and to Owen's house."

Hotch groaned, "I'll send Derek and JJ, I am hoping our next case doesn't become y/n. Please continue to look over the text and I'll have Garcia look into Owen."

I nodded and put the text onto the white board so I would be able to write on it.

"Hotch, look at this," I said, Hotch walking over to me. "First, y/n hasn't called you agent Hotchner since her first day here, she usually calls you Hotch or Aaron. Also, y/n got her tonsils removed when she was 7."

"Garcia, have you looked into Owen at all," Hotch asked.

"Yeah a little, but it's all normal," Garcia answered.

Hotch glared at her, "Not enough, do a full deep dive. I don't care what y/n told you not to do, he is hiding something and so is she."

Garcia nodded and went straight to work as Hotch's phone began to ring.

"Morgan, you're on speaker."

"Okay so y/n's apartment was spotless," Morgan said. "But it was also locked, so I don't think she went home to her apartment last night."

JJ began to add on, "Owen's apartment on the other hand, was a mess. Like it looked like there was a robbery of some form. Also, y/n's purse was there."

"Garcia what do you have on Owen?" Hotch asked.

"Owen Winters, he is 42 and from Southern California," Garcia began. "As a child CPS was contacted many times and it looks like his dad killed himself when he was 8. It looks like he has an extensive amount of charges for abuse and harassment, all from his ex-girlfriends."

"Do any of them live near?" I asked.

"Yes, boy wonder, 25 year-old Vanessa Montgomery works in a coffee shop near the white house," Penelope explained.

"What is the coffee shop?" I questioned.

"The Starbucks over on Pennsylvania Ave. near the White House," she answered. "Why?"

"I know her, she is the barista that always gets our order perfect," I replied.

"Morgan and JJ pick her up on your way back," Hotch ordered. "Owen Winters is our new unsub and y/n y/l/n is our newest victim."

I sighed as I began to prepare the questions for Vanessa. I looked over at y/n's desk and decided to start looking through it for any details.

As I walked over to the desk, I looked at the coffee on y/n's desk. I wanted to apologize for something that I was right about. Why didn't she tell me? was the only thing going through my head.

At her desk I noticed some things that I guess I hadn't seen before. On her desk she has four framed pictures. One of her, Hotch and Rossi. Another that was her and the girls. One that was of her, Derek and me, from one of the first cases we had together . The last one however, was the one I had never seen. It was a picture of y/n and me from when she took me to Colorado to ski and hike.

I smiled at the memory,

"Spencer, be careful," y/n yelled as I walked closer and closer to the edge of the cliff.

I laughed, "y/n I'll be fine! Come here, let's take a picture."

"Fine! Spencer I swear if I fall, you are coming down with me."

"For you, y/n, I'd do anything."

I then began to look deeper in her desk. I felt like I was violating y/n's personal space, but this needed to be done. As I looked through her drawers, I wasn't able to find anything that could help. Until I looked in the last drawer.

In this drawer, I found papers for a restraining order that had been filed and denied. y/n was trying to get away from Owen.

"Guys, I found something," I said yelling into the conference room. The team looked at me to continue, "y/n filed a restraining order on Owen but it was denied. The date was two months ago. I was thinking back and y/n has been acting a little strange for the past five months. Owen has to have her."

"Reid, we already established Owen has her, but this ensures that he was abusive," Hotch said.

Emily sighed, "The timeline makes sense. She has been hanging out with us less and she has worn more turtlenecks in the past five months than I have seen anyone ever wear."

"Yeah," Penelope said. "y/n has ditched us for girls night for the past few months. She also got mad at me at team dinner last night when I asked why she wasn't wearing something more revealing."

"Her smiles have been fake," I added. "She smiles at us all the time to brighten our days, but they haven't been as nice, welcoming."

"Well, Reid, it looks like you were correct," Rossi said.

"What do you mean?" JJ asked.

Derek laughed, "Last night when you three went off to get drinks, Reid told us he thought Owen was acting violent with y/n and thought she was acting strange. Hotch and I immediately agreed, but Rossi didn't seem convinced. Rossi thought Reid was just jealous because he has a crush on y/n and he doesn't realize she likes him."

"Derek, not the time," I said sternly.

Emily laughed, "I can't believe you of all people couldn't see it Spencer. y/n is hopelessly in love with you and now she is dating a scumbag because she doesn't think you like her."

I sighed as I began to look over where y/n could be located, thinking about the idea of dating y/n wouldn't help us find her. We had made little progression on this, but we knew it had to be somewhere with significance to either one of them or both of them.

I decided to ask Garcia, "Garcia, have you made any progress on where y/n could be?"

"Yes 187, it looks like Owen owns a small cabin around half an hour from here," Garcia said.

"Okay let's go now," Hotch told us.

Garcia gasped, "Wait there is a live feed. I'm putting it up on the screen."

The video was horrific. y/n was tied to a chair looking almost dead. She had blood falling from above her head and looked like she had been through hell.

"Hello BAU," Owen said to the camera. "I have your dear y/n, but you wont be able to get her. y/n will never be out of my sight ever again. I will not have Dr. Spencer Reid ruin our relationship."

"It's not your fault Spence," y/n said to the camera. My heart clenched. She was in pain and I couldn't be there to help her.

"He is the one in the way of our relationship y/n," Owen yelled. "Of course it is his fault."

"Spencer isn't the issue with our relationship Owen," y/n yelled back. "You are."

Hotch started to grab his things, "She shouldn't have said that, we need to leave now. She is already in danger."

We all ran to the SUVs. I went in a car with Derek and Hotch. Derek drove and broke every traffic law imaginable, making the thirty minute car ride less than twenty. The three of us grabbed out vests and began to run to the cabin.

Suddenly, Hotch stopped me, "Spencer it isn't safe for you to be there."

"Hotch I have to go," I protested.

"Spencer, you are the reason she is there," Hotch said. "It may be Owen's fucked up mind, but you are the trigger that made him angry. y/n loves you more than him and he noticed and now we're here. Stay outside." I decided to not fight and stay outside to wait for the other team members. The other SUV pulled up quickly after us.

"Jesus Christ, that was the fastest I've ever driven," Emily complained. "Spencer what are you doing out here?"

"Morgan and Hotch already moved in, Hotch doesn't want me inside," I explained.

"I'll stay out here with you Kid," Rossi said. I nodded in thanks as I watched Emily and JJ run to the cabin. I stood staring at the cabin. Time had become slow motion. It felt like an eternity watching the movement inside.

I heard Derek yell from the cabin, "MEDIC! WE NEED A MEDIC!" I immediately ran into the cabin. I looked over and saw y/n in Derek's arms, barely breathing. I heard Owen yelling at me, but couldn't focus on anything besides y/n.

"y/n," I said, moving to where I was holding her head. "y/n, I need you to listen to me. I love you, I always have and I am so sorry I never told you."

"Sir, we need you to move," the medic said, trying to move y/n onto the stretcher. I began to move when I felt someone grab my hand. I looked down and noticed it was y/n. She gave my hand three squeezes. I Love You.

With y/n on her way to the hospital and Owen getting taken back to Quantico, Derek, JJ, and I all went to the hospital to keep tabs on y/n while the others closed the case.

I sat in my chair nervous out of my mind. Derek sat next to me trying to calm me down and JJ was across from me.

"Spencer, you need to calm down," Derek told me.

"I can't calm down Derek, y/n could die," I said frantically.

JJ began to laugh, "Did you know the other day y/n told Emily, Penelope, and I, that she wanted kids? Can you imagine that? y/n with kids?"

A tear trickled down my face, "She always told me she wanted two kids, one boy and one girl. y/n would be a great mother."

Derek laughed, "The thing that would make y/n such a great mother if her kids were also yours Pretty Boy. I have known since the beginning you two would have pretty kids." I laughed, but also glared at him.

"y/n y/l/n?" The doctor called. The three of us stood up and the doctor began to walk towards us, "y/n is out of surgery. It was touch and go for a while, but she is stable. There were many noticeable signs of abuse that were old, she has a broken harm and three broken fingers, all of which are old."

I let out a shaky breath, "When can I- we see her?"

"I can only let one person in at a time and I doubt she is awake," the doctor explained. JJ and Derek looked at me, signaling me to go to y/n's room. I followed the doctor to her room.

"It might be a little much to see, she may not look like herself. She is very, very fragile and has wires attached to her," the doctor said before opening the door for me. Walking into the room, the environment was tense. y/n was laying in the hospital bed with wires attached to her and much of her body was wrapped up from the surgery and from her injuries.

I went over and sat next to her bed, grabbing onto her hand, "y/n, you can't hear me but I am here. It's Spencer. I am so glad you are okay, but why didn't you tell me about Owen? I could have done something. WE could have done something. I am just so glad you are safe."

For the rest of the time, I sat there watching her sleep. Not in a creepy way, but to make sure she was safe. I was so pissed at myself for not realizing what Owen was doing earlier. I should have been able to see the warning signs. Some of them were subtle, when she wouldn't hang out with the team or was constantly checking her phone. But some of them should have been immediate red flags, the flinching in front of the unsub or how she always wore clothes to cover herself. I should have known. The team should have known.

I felt y/n's hand move and saw her shift, "Spencer?" she asked.

"y/n," I said breathlessly. "I am right here, but I need to go get a nurse. You are at the hospital, Owen hurt you."

I started standing up to leave, "Spence, no. Don't leave me."

I sighed, looking at her disheveled features, "y/n, I will be right back. You need to see a nurse."

Walking out of the room was painful, hearing her sobs in fear of being hurt again. It pained me to know I was leaving her when she needed me, again.

I walked over to her nurse, "Um y/n y/l/n has woken up, I thought you should know." The nurse said her thanks and walked with me to y/n's room. As we walked in, the sound of y/n's labored breaths became more noticeable.

"Miss y/l/n, we need you to calm down," the nurse said, running to y/n's bedside.

Immediately, I walked over to y/n and held her hand. "Sir, you need to exit the room," the nurse said, ushering me away from y/n. At that moment I didn't know what was worse, hearing y/n's cries or feeling so helpless in the situation.

Suddenly, I felt a presence next to me, "Reid, you need to leave, it's not good for you here."

Derek.

"Derek, I-I-I can't just leave," I stuttered. "I need to be there to help, she's all alone."

"Kid, you need to shower," Derek said.

"No, Derek you don't understand," I said angrily. "I can't just leave her here again. I didn't notice when she was hurt and I need to show that I care."

Derek sighed, "Reid, she knows. She's not going to hate you. No one knew that she was going through that. It's not your fault."

I was about to say something when I say y/n being moved out of her room by doctors, "What is going on?" I asked.

"Miss y/l/n is getting taken back into surgery," the doctor said. "We don't know what happened." I began to hyperventilate. I was freaking out. y/n wasn't alright. She was going to die.

As I began to sob, Derek pulled me into a hug, "She is going to be alright man. You'll get to see her again and talk to her and finally ask her on a date. Does that sound good?"

I unconvincingly nodded my head.

"No, Spencer, don't do that," he said. "Don't doubt the doctors and think about the statistics, y/n is not a statistic."

I nodded, wiping my eyes.

"There you go," Derek smirked. "Now, go take a shower at your house so y/n wont shy away at your scent. Also, maybe get her some flowers. She likes-"

"Pink roses," I interrupted, laughing. "Pink roses are the most difficult flowers to find."

Derek laughed, "At least try to find them."

"For her," I began. "I'd do anything."

After that, I ran to the SUV to head to Quantico and get my car. The car ride felt like forever and I wasn't excited for the possibility of seeing Owen. Thankfully, I didn't see Owen between the time of dropping off the SUV and going to the parking lot to get my car. The car ride to my apartment was short, thank God. I decided to take a quick shower, just wanting to freshen up. I got dressed in my home clothes, which were in fact different from my work clothes, contrary to the belief of most of my team members.

I made it to the flower shop that was down the street from my apartment. I was usually able to find at least one pink rose here, but it was typically very difficult.

"Hello," the shop owner said. "We are close to closing Spencer. Do you need anything in specific?"

"Pink roses," I stated.

The owner laughed, "I'll have to check the back, but don't get your hopes up."

I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up, but I couldn't help myself. y/n loves pink roses and I love y/n.

The owner came back, "You my kind sir, are in good luck. We had one bouquet left of pink roses in the back."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," I said, pulling out my money. The owner nodded as I ran out the door to my car.

Speeding to the hospital, I made it to the waiting room. In the waiting room, I couldn't find the team. They were all there, but they weren't in the waiting room. I decided to go to y/n's room and see if they were near there.

Walking to y/n's room, I heard laughter. I looked into the room and saw the team in there along with y/n, smiling. I knocked on the door and slowly opened it.

"Spence," y/n smiled. "I missed you."

"Well I should get going," JJ began. "I need to go see my boys."

The rest of the team followed with their excuses for leaving y/n and I alone.

"H-hi y/n," I stuttered. "I brought you flowers, h-how are you?"

"I am as good as I can be," y/n laughed, obviously compensating the pain. "Thank you for the flowers Spence, I can't believe you could find them at this hour. You have always told me-"

"10 AM is the best time to buy pink roses," I interrupted. "Sorry."

"It's okay Spence, how are you?" She asked.

"Not that great," I said honestly. "Why didn't you tell us y/n?"

y/n sighed, "It was hard Spencer. I already barely had time alone with you guys and I didn't want to ruin it. Owen was also very scary- a mad man. I felt hopeless Spence, I didn't know what to do. I mean I've seen situations like this all the time in cases, but when it was actually happening I felt like there was nothing to do."

I held on to y/n's hand, giving it small kisses while she continued to talk me through her feelings, "and Spencer, I don't want to be alone tonight. Do you think you could stay?"

"Of course y/n," I answered.

"Thanks Spence, you're the best," she said. We continued to sit in a comfortable silence, watching the new episode of Dr Who on the small television in the corner of the room when y/n spoke up again, "Did you mean it?"

"Did I mean what?" I asked, hoping she didn't mean my love confession.

y/n looked at me, knowing I was avoiding the topic, "When you said you love me Spencer. Did you mean it?"

"Yes," I answered.

"I love you too," She said.

I smiled, "Maybe once you're better Icantakeyoutodinner?"

"Spencer say it slower and I'll answer," y/n laughed. "I couldn't understand you."

"Once you're better maybe I can take you out to dinner?" I asked.

"Of course," y/n said. "But no Indian, if we are going on a date I want to go out somewhere. I want to feel pretty."

"To me, you are the most beautiful girl in the world," I said.

y/n blushed profusely, "I still can't believe you found those pink roses! I bet you had to look all over."

"I did, but for you, I'd do anything."

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shine▲polyhedric tri-lights 【ep 3】

♢ characters: natsume, sora, tsumugi, madara

♢ season: winter

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〈 Ten minutes later 〉

Madara: Waiter! One hot coffee, please!

Phew. Winter has been cold these days. A warm drink is just what you need to survive the cold, isn't it? ♪

Tsumugi: Thank you for coming, Mikejima-kun. 

I had no idea you were nearby. Thanks to that though, that saves us the trouble of organizing a meeting ♪

Madara: Mhm. I didn't expect to be called in the middle of coming back home from shopping, either.

The end of last year has been so busy for me, I was trying to fully enjoy the few spare time I had.

Of course, I bought gifts for my roommates as well. Sora-san, I know it is a bit early¹, but I'd appreciate it if you accept this gift ♪

Sora: Ooh, warming socks!! Thank you so much!

Madara: Mhm. I thought they would fit you. Besides, you can never have too many pairs of socks.

Sora: HiHi~♪ You're right! Sora will definitely put them on tomorrow ♪

Tsumugi: Fufu. See, Natsume-kun? It was a good idea to call Mikejima-kun over, wasn't it?

Natsume: I'm not going to fall for his obvious bribERY.

Madara: Natsume-san. You're really bitter to me sometimes. You should try and trust me some more, y'know? ♪

Natsume: ...I will only do the bare minIMUM.

I meAN... Your relationship with Cospro has deepened thanks to Double FaCE, hasn't IT? I don't think you are in a position to be trusTED.

Madara: Hey now, don't be ridiculous. This is only a big misunderstanding.

I may belong to both MaM and Double Face, but my fundamental work remains in New Di. That's why I immediately went to Switch's rescue from their difficult situation ☆

Natsume: ...Just what exactly are you real intentiONS...

WeLL, we called you here for a reaSON, so I'll leave it thERE².

More importaNTLY. Did Senpai tell you about the situaTION?

Madara: That he did. It's about a tie-up between a sports company and Switch, right?

He told me you guys needed advice from me, since I have experience when it comes to sports clubs.

I'm not sure if my advice will be of any help, but if you have anything to ask me, please don't hesitate!

Tsumugi: Anything can be of great help. Well then, there's something I'd like to ask right away.

The company told us they "didn't want magic or fantasy, but something more realistic that makes us shine and about improving ourselves".

What would be an efficient way to express "making oneself shine and improve oneself"?

Madara: Hmm... Improving and making oneself shine, huh? Now that's one difficult demand.

Sora: Indeed. This is quite a problem for us, isn't it~?

Natsume: Just what exactly happened to you anyWAY? Your speech got even more careless than usuAL, is it because of that overseas festival you went TO?

Madara: Personally, I believe in the saying that goes "when in Rome, do as the Romans do"³. I am simply trying to match my attitude with theirs by copying their mannerisms.

Natsume: In other woRDS, you have no idea what you're doING.

Madara: Well, I guess that's one way to see it.

However, festivals aren't only about logic. Just like in live performances, in the end, theory is only a small part of them. It's mostly about the emotions you'll feel.

I think in order to shake up an audience's feelings, you have to dive right into the action.  It's by putting your blood and sweat into your hard work that you'll be able to catch someone's heart.

Tsumugi: I see....~ So that means we'll have to be working hard⁴ when doing sports, right?

Speaking about sports, since we are in winter... How about a marathon or something of the sort?

Natsume: HuH? Why a maratHON?

Tsumugi: Hehe. I am actually very good at long-distance running ♪

I guess steadiness is something that suits me~. Last time I ran a marathon, I was surprised that I was in a good state at the end. 

This is called "runner's high"⁵ right? One time, I finished at the top of a race, but I collapsed right after and had to be taken to the infirmary... Though, I'm pretty confident in my running ♪

Natsume: What kind of old-fashioned olympics mindset is THIS... If you don't speak up when you're hurting, what's the point tHEN? Modern education should be defeATED.

And honesTLY, if you want to work up a swEAT, regular lessons are more than enough alrEADY.

If you run outside in this weaTHER, you might catch a cOLD.

Madara: Oooh?... Natsume-san, do you perhaps dislike physical exercising? 

Sora: HuHu~. Shisho~ is much more of an indoor person, so that can't be helped ♪

Natsume: UgH.... You TOO, SoRA..?

I am simply not a very competitive persON. That doesn't mean I hate exerciSING.

It's not good to categorize people like thAT, SoRA. Switch's whole goal is to make everyone haPPY, with no discrimination whatsoeVER.

Tsumugi: Right right! And if you have confidence in yourself, then this challenge—

Natsume: Die.

Tsumugi: -! Gh?!!-

Madara: Oohoh~ Now that was a nice blow.

Natsume-san. No matter how reluctant you are on this, there is no real choice in the end.

Improving oneself through sports— that's what this whole thing is about. If you don't face up to it, I think it might damage Switch's reputation.

Natsume: Of course I'm ready to face it UP. HoweVER, there are many other sports that can be enjoyed without reaching the point of exhausting yoursELF⁶.

For examPLE—

...HmM. How about we go with ice skatING?

Sora: Ice skating....!!

— 1- the term used here is "flying" literally, but it means like doing sth before the arranged period of time, here b4 madara could give those gifts to his other roommates yk 2- here the term used is quite literally "grumbling/complaining or lecturing so ig natsume is doing some self realization LMAO 3- this saying means that when u live in a place, u should follow its customs and habits--same goes for the new places u visit as well 4- madara & tsumugi are actually using a term more similar to "letting sweat pour down", as in working hard yk it just sounded weird in english sos 5- in case u didnt know this is a feeling of euphoria that u feel after a strong physical effort, like all the adrenaline rushing in but it generally ends with rly strong tiredness 6- i guess here the term used is comfortable, leisurely... so i wanted to adapt it better I HOPE IT MAKES SENSE

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Their Doll 12

Home again

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

series synopsis:  y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: y/n returns home

Warnings: steve almost cries, swearing maybe, kissing, mentions of violence and scars

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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Steve was distraught. He sat completely still, head buried in his hands as his mind whirred. I string hand on his shoulder caused the man to look up, blue eyes meeting Tony's brown ones which were filled with sorrow and pity.

"I know you love her, but it's over Steve. They have her there's-" a crack in his voice made the billionaire pause, "there's nothing we can do this time."

"But I left her, Tony!" Steve shouted, standing up abruptly. "I could've saved her, and I didn't!" Steve's face was red, Tony's face taken aback. "She's your daughter and I didn't even save her..."

"Hey, stop." Tony snapped, pulling Steve's attention to him instantly. "I know she's my daughter but I also know that you love her enough that you wouldn't give up on her if you did t have too!" Tony wanted to shout, to scream at his friend.

"He's right, Steve. Well all know you love her." Nat smirked, arms crossed over her chest as she now leant in the doorway.

"How long have you been standing there?" Steve asked and Nat simply quirked a brow. Steve nodded and realised she'd most probably been there the entire time. "And how do you know...?"

"That your in love with y/n?" Nat clarified. Steve nodded. "It's obvious, Capsicle. You literally give her heart eyes whenever she's not looking and you always fidget when you're around her. But my favourite part," Nat pushed off the door frame, walking into the room, "is that you act like you hate her. I new you didn't have great experience with women, but I didn't know it was that bad." She remarked and Steve made to protest but was cut off.

"She's right, y'know. There's no way in hell a girl's gonna ask you out if you critique every last thing about her and give her the evil eyes every time she looks at you." Tony added, making Steve shut his mouth and stare at the ground again.

"B-but it's been weeks." Steve stuttered. "What's if she's... what if they killed her, Tony? I think that's on my. Her blood would be on my hands." He rambled, and Tony was about to reply when Bruce appeared at the door.

"You guys might want to come downstairs." He said quietly, and the three avengers already in the room looked at each other, confused. Steve quickly swiped the threatening tears from his eyes, him and Tony making their way down the stairs as fast as they could.

...

I burst through the doors, immediately met with the sight of Tony pointing to some papers the person next to him was holding and discussing something with them. My face broke out into the biggest smile, the sight of my dad after the hell I'd been through like a shelter from the rain.

I waved frantically, already breaking into a run towards him, his head snapping up at the wild movement and his face morphing into one of shock and relief, his arms held open.

"Lil?" His voice was full of concern as my arms wrapped around his neck when we collided, my legs wrapping around his waist and his hands finding their place on my back. "Oh my god, Lil, you scared us so much, scared me." He whispered into my hair, pulling back enough to cup my face in his hands. "It's you." I smiled.

I nodded my head furiously, burying my wet face into his shoulder, jumping down from the embrace.

"Lily?" The unsure voice from the edge of the room caught my attention, a grin spreading on his lips seeing me. I held back tears looking at him, my smile still wide. He walked towards me, enveloping me in a hug so tight it could crush a normal person. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." He kept saying, his hand tangled in my hair.

I shook my head, sorrow filling my eyes as in stared at the man that had engulfed me with his body. He pulled back, looking sternly into my eyes.

"I know you think I hate you. But, I wouldn't wish what happened to you on anyone, Lily. Not even my worst enemy." Steve whispered, his eyes clouded with pity.

"Well that's new." Tony remarked seeing us hug, confusion lacing his tone. "Hey, kid, what's with the mute?" He pondered as I gave no verbal reply, Steve now looking deeply concerned for me too.

I sighed through my nose, pulling back the collar of the jacket to reveal the long, vermillion scar across my neck.

"You should go see the others, they'll be happy to know you're back." Tony said with a pitiful smile.

...

A million warm embraces later, tears shared and hearty laughs exchanged, I was just about ready to fall asleep and never wake up. I was about to excuse myself when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to see Steve, a stoic expression on his face.

"Can we talk?" He asked, nodding his head towards the door. I nodded, following him out into the hallway. I laid my shoulder against the wall, observing Steve's constant pacing.

So what's up?

I quickly jotted down, handing the small electronic device Tony had retrieved for me to Steve, raising a brow. He stopped, looking me in the eye. He swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"I can't tell you how sorry I am, I let him do that to you. It's my fault. I don't even know how to live with myself, I should've come looking for you, or-" I cut him off with a tap on the shoulder as I handed him the pad.

Cap, it's fine. I'm fine.

I stressed, writing in italics. The man read it with furrowed brows. cleared my throat before continuing.

I just don't know how long I can keep pretending to be happy, I just want to die.

I finally confessed, vision blurred and screen obscured with tears. A tear rolled down my cheek.

I don't know how to go on, every tome I close my eyes all I see him, what he did

My gaze averted from his as he read.

"Hey, hey. You're strong, you can do this. Let's go get you cleaned up." Steve suggested, looking at my through his lashes and placing a careful hand on my shoulder, which I flinched away from. I gulped.

Steve, there's a reason he let me go

I wrote down, finally meeting his gaze. His eyes were full of questions he didn't dare ask.

He let me go to send a message. He said that if we interfere with him again what happened to me will be child's play compared to what will happen.

His face dropped.

If a few days of torture is child's play, what does he have planned?

I asked, sobbing now.

"Lily, you were gone for three weeks." Steve added quietly, making me look up from where I'd been starting at the floor to meet his eyes. My eyes widened. Steve grimaced, nodding solemnly.

"Go have a shower, I'll grab you some fresh clothes and a towel. We'll talk more when you're feeling warmer and cleaner." He suggested again, and was met with a nod from me this time.

We reached my room, Steve holding the door opening for me and me giving a tiny smile that said 'thanks' as I walked in. I headed straight for the bathroom, taking my time in peeling the ripped tank top from my body and throwing the muddied shorts on the floor with them. Just then, the door opened, Steve walking in with a towel and some cloths folded on top. His eyes widened and he instantly apologised.

"Sorry, lily, I thought you'd be in the shower by now." But before he could walk out his eyes finally locked on me. His eyes raked over me, his eyes surveying my wrists, which were rubbed red-raw from chains and ropes; my neck, which was red and violently bruised; my bruised upper arms; my waist that was covered with finger-shaped bruises; my thighs, that were also bruised and finally my back that starred at him in the mirror. It was a mess of diagonal cuts, which were not longer bleeding but were still a blood red colour. I looked down at my feet nervously, feeling weird under his gaze.

"He did this to you?" Steve asked, tears in his eyes. I nodded, slowly looking back up at him. Before he could say anything else I cupped his face in my hands, smashing my lips to his in a kiss that conveyed everything I could never say out loud. After a moment, his hands reached for my face, returning the kiss. Our lips welded together, his tongue poking at my lower lip, begging for entrance that I granted. His tongue rolled over mine in languid stroked, soothing. I pulled back first, turning and pulling the shower curtain open. I climbed in, turning on the water and getting lost in the warmth and steam that swallowed me.

...

I walked out the bathroom, clad in one of Steve's T-shirt he grabbed for me, some shorts and fresh underwear. He must've noticed that I liked stealing Tony's shirts and given me one of his instead. Rubbing my hair dry with a towel, I dumped it on a near-by chair when my hair was only damp. Steve instantly stood from where he was sat on the edge of my bed when he saw me, looking at me with an unreadable expression.

I began writing, but before I could finish his lips were on mine and the little device was dropped to the floor. It was less desperate that the last time, more passionate and slow. It expressed everything we needed to say, and that was enough. My arms hooked around his neck, my fingers playing with the hairs at the base of his neck, whilst one of his tangled in my hair, the other resting on my cheek.

"You talk too much." He mumbled against my lips and we both let out a breath meant to be a laugh. "Too soon?" He asked before leaning in for another, our lips locking together. He pulled back and looked in my eyes, his hand running through my dampened hair.

He cleared his throat, stepping back from me, his gaze flitting from the door before landing back on me.

"I should go." He spoke, heading for the door. As he placed his hand on the door knob he froze at when I tapped on his broad back.

Don't.

The little device said. He had a hopeful look in his eyes.

Go. Don't go. Please.

I wrote , looking at him with pleading eyes. He nodded, walking back over to me.

I don't think I can be alone tonight.

I stated before climbing into my bed and patting the spot next to me. Steve hesitantly climes in beside me, laying behind me and draping his arm over my waist, pulling me into his firm chest. His body heat radiated over me and sleep soon took over as I sunk into him, his hand playing with my hair.

...

"Lil? Lily? Lily!" I shot up, panting hard and sweat covering my forehead. I slowly look to the side where Tony sat, a concerned look filling his eyes. My gaze looked at the door, where Steve stood, looking over me with what looked like fear, before going back to Tony. "Hey, kiddo, what happed?" He asked, stoking my hair. I swallowed thickly, breathing calmed down.

"You were restless, moving about in your sleep." Steve clarifies from the door, not wearing what he was before. He must've left after I fell asleep. I motioned for Tony to pass me the device which sat on the bedside table and he handed to to me.

I was back there. He was

I couldn't finish writing, the device falling from my shaking hand onto the duvet as I bit back tears, sinking into the embrace Tony held me in.

[kakusu-shipping]

same same with aroace cat like ginko ! I don't have any plot for my s/i rn I need to rewatch everything first (I'm actually sitting down to do that rn). if you have any plot for yours I'd love to hear it !!!!!!

all my selfship stuff is on this blog I just revamped things a little while ago

Enjoy the rewatch my homie and lemme know when you got an S/I plot worked out so I can bug you about it, because I simply always need the info.

I have two Mushishi S/Is (kinda), one's a left over from 13 year old me's first watch of Mushishi I decided to keep and edit for nostalgia, the other is a vague 20-something remake for the sake of being part of the long distanced Ginko polycule.

There's more to the older one but it's not exactly romantic F/O Ginko based anymore sense I stared rewriting it.

The second one, and the reason Ginko is still on the Romantic list doesn't have anything too detailed going on, just a member of the polycule, living in a more northern climate that Ginko visits usually in winter, despite heavy snow fall making travel difficult.

I first met Ginko when he came to the village a little down the mountain from me for a recent Mushi incident he fixed no problem. I'd never met someone else who could see the Mushi, and stopped him to ask about it, offering him a room, food, and a hot bath for information.

I'm a painter by craft, and spend a lot of time painting mushi, their bright colors and glowing forms are fascinating to me. Learning more about them helped me get their behaviors right in my paintings, and I was very greatful.

Sense then he's come back every once in a while to admire my work, take advantage of my hot spring, barrow some traveling money, and tell me stories of warmer climate Mushi I don't get to see in the mountains.

I'm not sure we're anything official, romantically I mean, he's never shown interest in the topic, and is pretty tight lipped about any men or women he might be interested in elsewhere. A pretty guy like him, I'm sure he's got someone.

But he's in my company at least twice a year, not for work, but for the sanctuary my home and company provides, and that's enough for me.

[claracivry]

A little bird told me you could write for Scream. So i'd like some AU where Kieran is actually just a pretty boy and not a bloodthirsty murderer, for the whump bingo prompt "Falling through the ice" 🤩

Here you go! Sorry for the delay

It was a bit much, some days.

His life had never been the easiest, but the last couple of years... Death seemed to be following Kieran like a shadow, always behind him, always near.

It took his mom and her husband when he was there, because he was there. And Piper and whoever she'd been working with had started to harass Emma practically the minute he moved there. Everyone he cared about, was suddenly gone or had their life under constant threat. Kieran couldn't help but feel like it was his fault in a way, even if he hadn't known the killer or this mew one, that it was his job to protect his mom, to protect Emma and he was failing at it.

So, sometimes, he went to the lake to clear his head. It was quiet in the lake, peaceful. There had been some unusual amount of people after Piper's death, murder groupies and just people who were curious about what had happened- but not now. The winter was being unusually cold, but the ice in the lake was too thin for skating, so the only thing to do now was just to stand around and be cold. Which meant there was no one around, no one to bother him, no one to interrupt his train of thought... But also no one to hear him scream.

Kieran was not dumb. He knew that there was a killer around obsessed with Emma, and as her boyfriend he also had a chance of being targeted. So he drove carefully, made sure he wasn't followed, had a small blade with him at all times, just in case... Yes, this person could get them anyplace and anytime, but being prepared never hurt anyone. And he thought that he was prepared. Maybe he'd been too much.

The constant hypervigilance had a price - it came with constant tension. Now every little noise that was heard could be a serial killer coming to get you, and although generally he was good at discerning what was concerning and what wasn't, sometimes... Sometimes he couldn't, and jumped at a small bird flying too close.

And other times, the opposite happened, and what he was convinced was simply "the wood making noises because it's cold" (there hadn't been a lot of cold in Atlanta, ok?) was actually the harbour breaking into two under him.

It happened so fast and he'd been so lost in his thoughts that he barely realized what was happening when he found himself completely surrounded by ice-cold water, absolutely everywhere he looked. He tried to swim up, he was a good swimmer, but the extreme cold was making it difficult, as where the pieces of wood from the collapsed harbour, that suddenly were too many and too sharp and blocking every way to escape.

And the lake was so fucking cold, somewhere in the below zero degrees, Kieran knew that he didn't have a lot of time before his limbs were too frozen to move. So he had to be fast, and he had to be efficient.

He called for help, but didn't have much hope of anyone hearing him. There was no one around, and why would there be? It was cold and dark, he'd chosen this place because it was isolated. Moving his feet was becoming harder, and his hands hurt from the cold. In that moment, Kieran really thought that he was done for, that this was his last day on earth.

And he wouldn't go because of no disturbed individual, no psycho killer, no nothing. Just faulty wood that the mayor hadn't changed necause he didn't want to give any more publicity to that cursed place. And now he was going to die, frozen and alone in the darkness, just because he had wanted to some peace and quiet. Well, now you're going to get lots of that, Kieran.

Careful about what you wish and all of that.

He was making some last desperate attempts he wondered why this was all happening to him. Why did he have to watch his mum and her husband die, powerless to do anything to save them? Why did he have to see his new friends be targeted, killed, harassed? Why did he have to lose his dad too, in the most gruesome way? The cold was hurting all his limbs, and Kieran didn't want his last thoughts to he of horrors.

He thought of Emma, and her sweet smile. Would she think that the killer had got him as well? How long would it take for them to realise that he was missing, that he was not coming back? Would the killer get access to his phone account and play mind games with the others, lile he'd done after killing Jake? He really hoped it wasn't the case, and that Emma wasn't too traumatized. Maybe this would give her the strength to finally face off this mad person and be ruthless when they were face to face. Maybe it was a good thing.

Maybe.....

The cold was becoming a bit too much, interfering with his ability to think. He felt like he was a million miles deep into the lake, he felt like the dark depths of Wren had already eaten him and the pain and the cold were just his own private goodbye... Maybe he should've known he would doe young. He'd already cheated death once, in that car, maybe he was supposed to have gine then. Yeah. His time had come and gone and now...

Kieran closed his eyes. Thought of his parents, thought of Emma, thought of what few good things he'd lived. Thought of the futility of it all. Closed his eyes and said goodbye.

*

Audrey's big eyes were the first thing that Kieran saw and an indescribable feeling of wanting to puke up his entire insides. He coughed up water, harshly, and then he vomited some water. And then kept coughing, wet, wrecking coughs that never seemed to end.

"You're okay." Audrey was saying. "Just try to breathe."

Her clothes were wet. Had she jumped into the lake to save him? How had she known? Had she been following him? What were the chances of her just coincidentally being there? This all felt a bit too sketchy for him to even understand, apart from the cold making it hard to think.

"You pulled me out?"

"What, just because I'm tiny I can't be strong?"

Kieran smiled, he felt he had to, but something was not quite right, and something about Audrey... Still, the impprtant thing was that he made it, lived to see another day.

At least, if the pneumonia he was no doubt going to get didn't kill him this very night.

[inglourious-imagines]

Engaged - part 2 (Lewis "Nix" Nixon)

Requested by: @real-fans (part 2) & @floydtab (fluff)

Summary: After the stressful yet successful evening of introducing your fiancé to your parents, here comes the second challenge - they invited you and Lewis Nixon to spend a weekend with them in a cottage.

Author's Note: There might or might not be another last part to this but I'm not sure.

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @floydtab @kyra3155 @real-fans @meteora-fc @not-john-watsons-blog @band-of-brothers-cz @tealaquinn @ok-roemanov

Part 1

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I'm a man. I'm not a hero.

When her parents announced her the offer, she was taken away by the sudden friendliness. 

"Is this a test or are you genuinely asking me to visit our cottage with Nix?" Y/N questioned them, eyes narrowed, suspecting something.

"No! Honey, we really want to meet Louis!" her mother exclaimed with a warming smile. 

"It's Lewis, mom. His name's Lewis."

"Just bring him along, Louis or Lewis. It's gonna be fun!"

But Y/N wasn't so sure about that. Her mother was convinced that the weekend's gonna be tremendous and that was exactly what made Y/N feel slightly uncomfortable.

•••

They sat quietly in the car next to each other holding hands, both of them lost in their own thoughts. Her parents were already there and waiting only for them. 

"I'm not gonna lie, we're pretty fucked." Nixon broke the silence, his eyes didn't leave the road once as he was the one driving.

"They don't even remember you name! Could you believe that?" Y/N exclaimed staring out of the window completely irrelevant to the fact that Lewis just stated something.

"We're so damn pretty fucking fucked." he repeated as he was obviously in the same state of mind like her. Both of them panicking in their own heads. They didn't need anyone who responds but someone who listens.

•••

The dinner went surprisingly smooth. No bigger incident, no arguments, no death glare at anyone at the table.

"It's been going too well so far." Y/N whispered to Nix who was set next to her as they gathered in a living room to watch some TV. 

"I'm expecting troubles, don't worry. Something's gonna happen." Nix smirked cupping her cheek quickly, "it has to."

"I hid another extra bottle of Vat '69 in your suitcase if there's gonna be a crisis."

Nixon's head shot up and he looked at her surprisingly. His eyes shined with sparkles and his happy smile that goldened his face was so contagious. "And that's why I love you so fucking much, Mrs Nixon." Lewis whispered leaning in for a kiss.

"You better not call me that in front of them. Plus you're being way too close to me than they'd like and that hand of yours on my inner thigh is not making it any better." 

"I couldn't care less. The point is, do you like it?"

"Lewis Nixon, I'm literally going to marry you in two weeks. I think you know the answer very well." 

Her father clapped his hands as he glanced at the duo with a suspicious  stare. 

"So tell me, Jackson, how did you two get together?" her mother smiled probably too sweetly.

"It's Nixon, Lewis Nixon. Not Jackson." Y/N frowned being irritated about the way they treated the most important man in her life. "It's not that hard to remember it." she added quietly as she shook her head. 

"Okay, I'll tell the story then." Nixon said glancing at her seeing her angry face.

•••

It didn't happen right away.

It took them quite a while to give in and admit each other's feelings. From the moment they both said "It's a can of peaches, sir." to Sobel, they started falling. Falling so deeply, dearly and completely in love with the other one.

But the breaking point took place in Dick Winters's room, right after the crossroads operation. Y/N was quietly sipping on her drink in the corner hidden in a shadow while Richard was writing the wanted report for Colonel Sink. 

"Just allow yourself a short break, Dick. It doesn't have to be a novel." Y/N rolled her eyes as she poured herself another glass - apparently the last one. She placed the empty bottle back into the footlocker carefully with a cheeky smirk. 

"You sound so much like Nix right now. If you two ever get together, the world will be in such a trouble." Dick chuckled, his eyed still fixated on the paper. 

Y/N just started to open her mouth to respond with some snarky remark but she heard the door open and when Lewis Nixon stepped into the room with an empty bottle in his hand tapping on it, she decided to shut up. 

Now it was Dick's turn to roll his eyes as he stood up and walked over to his footlocker opening it for Lewis to take his hidden Vat '69. 

As soon as Winters sat down, Nixon immediately shouted "what the fuck" out loud with a confused yet angry expression on his face. 

"It's empty!" the Captain exclaimed throwing his hands in the air. "The bottle's fucking empty!"

Silence fell upon the room. Nixon wasn't able to process the information. 

"It's your footlocker but you're a non-drinker. So who the hell could possibly-" Lewis suddenly stopped as a wave of realisation flew over him. He turned slowly to the female Lieutenant who was trying so hard not to burst out laughing.

"You!" Lewis pointed at her taking a few steps towards her.

"I don't regret a single thing." Y/N giggled, her eyes shining and her smile so contagious Nixon simply had to chuckle too. He couldn't stay mad at her for too long.

"God knows you're lucky that I love you so fucking much." 

And this sudden confession, those few words changed Lewis Nixon's and Y/N Y/L/N's life forever.

•••

"That's surely a way how to meet, Y/N. Drink his entire bottle of alcohol." her father frowned.

"With all respect, sir," Nixon interrupted, "I'm very happy she did so." 

Her father stared at the duo clearly not satisfied with his daughter's choice of partner. Her mother rather didn't say anything just glancing from her to him. 

"I know you're not pleased with Lew here and I love you, truly, but your opinion won't change my mind. I love this man next to me more than I love myself or more than I have anyone ever loved in my whole life. He saved me in every way possible a person can be saved. I will marry him so I'm asking you to overcome this problem and come to our wedding. We both be very happy to see you there." Y/N suddenly burst out, finally fed up with her parents' behaviour. 

"I can assure you, Mr and Mrs Y/L/N, that I will take care of your daughter the best I can. I'd rather die than have something happen to her. She completes me." Nixon joined the conversation, being so serious as he unconsciously took Y/N's hand.

"Well," her father cleared his voice, "if you see it like that, you have my permission. But if you hurt her, I'll have your head served, okay?"

Nixon shuddered a little under his glare but forced himself to smile that soon turned into a genuine sincere grin, "Thank you, sir. It means a lot."

And for the first time, her father's face had a pleased expression.

Maybe he was the right person for her after all.

Maybe this is the person his daughter's gonna spend the rest of her life with.

"Welcome to the family, Nixon. Welcome to the family."

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Girl Out of Time

Pairing: Bucky x Reader and Sam x Reader

Background: Willow Roffe was born and raised in Brooklyn. She lived her life as happily as she could with her two childhood best friends Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. When they both left her to join the military she tried to continue with life but that didn't get to happen for her for the simple fact that she meant something to James Buchanan Barnes.

Rating: Story will be overall MATURE but not every chapter. There will be strong language, talk of both mental and physical abuse, some good ole angst, and smut. There will be a warning at the beginning of the chapter when it includes smut.

Chapter 26

After Nat left the church Steve, Sam, and I went on to our hotel suite. I was quick to fall onto the couch. I felt so drained. Sam lifted my feet so he could sit down then placed my feet on his lap. Steve started pacing the length of the room. We had only been there for a few short minutes when a knock sounded on the door. Steve was quick to open it. In walked Sharon Carter looking completely frazzled.

"Steve. There's something you gotta see." She said quickly.

She grabbed the TV remote from the table then turned on the TV. It was already on the news channel. I bolted upright as I saw the building in Vienna with a giant hole blown in it. Many were injured in the blast. I pulled my phone out instantly texting Nat. Please let her be okay.

I bounced my knee nervously as I continued to watch the TV.

"Authorities have identified the suspect as James Buchanan Barnes. The winter soldier." The news castor stated.

I shot to my feet turning to face Steve. He looked surprised but suddenly determined.

I sighed in relief at Nat's text.

"Nat's okay. Why would he do this?" I asked Steve.

"I don't think he did." Steve said simply.

Sharon gave of what details she knew then the three of us set out for Vienna. When we arrived the place was still in total chaos. Steve sent Sam and I ahead into the hotel bar to wait for him.

"He's calling Nat." Sam said as we both sat at the bar.

We ordered drinks then waited on Steve to reappear. It wasn't long before he was standing next to Sam leaning on the bar.

"She tell you to stay out of it? Might have a point." Sam asked then took a sip of his drink.

"He'd do it for me." Steve said simply.

"1945, maybe. I just want to make sure we consider all our options. The people that shoot at you usually wind up shooting at us." Sam told him.

"I have no worries." I said simply then downed the rest of my drink.

Sharon suddenly appeared next to Steve. She kept her face forward as she spoke.

"Tips have been pouring in since the footage went public. Everybody thinks the Winter Soldier goes to their gym. Most of it's noise. Except for this." She slid a folder to Steve.

"My boss expects a briefing, pretty much now so that's all the head start you're gonna get." She added quickly.

"Thank you" Steve told her as he opened the folder.

"You're gonna have to hurry. We have orders to shoot on sight." Sharon said then walked away.

Sam finished his drink quickly then the two of us followed Steve back outside.

"Where to Cap?" I asked as we walked quickly down the crowded sidewalk.

Steve gave me the folder. I opened it to scan the page quickly. Romania. He's in Romania?

"What's the plan?" Sam asked as we climbed in the car.

"Looks like an apartment building. A bit run down. Sam you'll take the roof. Willow, I need you on top an adjacent building. You two are my eyes for any company." Steve ordered as he drove quickly.

"So you're gonna face him alone?" I asked softly.

Both men sitting in the two front seats knew I had all my memories of James back. They knew I understood the feelings I once had for him. Those feelings felt like a memory too but I still actually cared about him now. Steve looked at me through the rear view mirror.

"Yes Will. I think it's best I confront him alone. We don't know what kind of state he's in." Steve said softly but sternly.

"But we know for sure he remembers me and won't harm me. Don't you think it'd be safer if I was with you?" I asked.

"No" both men said in unison.

Steve's no was soft and understanding but Sam's was sharp and final. I slumped back in my seat. I didn't feel like I should be on the side lines. I remembered what James meant to me so everything we do now means so much more. It was just as important to me as it was to Steve but there would be no arguing with the Captain. I knew that much. So I sat silently in the back seat until we arrived at our destination. Steve and Sam both took a minute to suit up while I surveyed the area.

"There's a smaller building there. I'll take that roof." I told them pointing to said building.

Both men nodded in agreement. Steve left to head towards the building James was in leaving Sam and I alone.

"You still choose me right?" Sam asked softly.

I smiled up at him. I grabbed his shirt pulling him down so I could kiss him.

"Yes Sam, I may remember my feelings for James but they're just a memory." I told him.

He nodded then kissed my forehead. Once he took to the sky I hurried to the roof of my building. I perched myself on the edge so I had a perfect view of the entrance. Sam did that same on top the much taller building. It wasn't long before the vehicles started rolling in. This wasn't looking good already.

"Heads up Cap. German Special Forces approaching from the south." Sam said over the coms.

"Understood" Steve said simply.

I watched as the vehicles surrounded the building. More and more armed men got out. There's way too many.

"They've set the perimeter." Sam informed over the coms.

I watched the group form then kick in the front door.

"They're entering the building." I told them.

"They're on the roof. I'm compromised." Sam said quickly.

I looked up to see him fighting someone off then flying off the building. I stepped back from the edge so I wouldn't be noticed. I just had to wait for Steve's orders now. He was inside somewhere with James.

"Five seconds" Sam said as he flew around the building.

I held my breath. My anxiety skyrocketed as I waited.

"Three seconds" Sam said.

Please let them make it out of this.

"Breach! Breach! Breach!" Sam shouted.

I gritted my teeth as I listened to the chaos erupt in the building. I couldn't see anything but I could hear an array of different sounds. There was definitely one hell of a fight going on. As I waited for any sign or word something flew out of a window then landed on the roof a few feet in front of me. It was a backpack.

"What the hell?" I questioned aloud.

I walked over to it slowly. I kicked it to make sure it wasn't going to explode. When nothing happened I picked it up then stepped back against one of the stone walls. Another crash had me looking up to see a body jumping over to this roof. They landed in a roll then got to their feet quickly. It was James. He looked around most likely for the back pack.

"Looking for this?" I asked stepping around the wall so he could see me fully.

"Willow" he said in surprise.

"Hi Jamie" I smiled at him.

"Come on doll, I really need that bag." He said reaching out to me.

"I remember Jamie." I said simply keeping the bag in my tight grip.

His eyes seemed to light up as he smiled at me.

"That's fantastic doll but as much as I'm dying to kiss you breathless I really do need that bag." He said taking a step forward.

Before I could say anything else a man in all black tackled James to the ground. It was a instant fight. The moment James was able to break free he ran for the other edge of the building.

"Jamie!" I shouted.

He turned in time to catch the bag I'd thrown at him. He winked at me then jumped over the edge. The man in the all black, cat like outfit moved to follow him. I lunged forward knocking him to the ground but he was quick to get away from me. His only focus was James.

"Sam Southwest rooftop." Steve said through the com.

"Who the hell's the other guy?" Sam asked.

"About to find out." Steve said.

As soon as he landed on the roof I went over the edge to follow James. I could hear Steve close behind me. The chase was on as we all tried to catch up to James. I kept my eyes on the new comer in front of me. I knew he was hot on Bucky's trail. They jumped into an opening that lead into a tunnel. We ended up jumping right into traffic. Steve was right next to me as we ran around the cars. Sirens wailed behind us but we paid them no mind.

"Stand down! Stand down!" They yelled from behind us.

Steve jumped folding his body to lay on the shield as it hit the car's windshield. The car stopped then Steve rolled off the hood. He opened the door then pulled the driver out. I was climbing in the passenger seat as he knocked out the windshield completely. I held onto the dash as Steve sped around the other cars. I felt the jolt to the car making me look back.

"Cat guy is hitching a ride." I told Steve.

He instantly sped up then started to swerve trying to get the guy off the back of the car.

"Sam, I can't shake this guy." Steve said in frustration.

"Right behind you" Sam answered.

I looked behind us to see an army of police cars gaining on us. As they pulled up on each side of our car Steve started to swerve into them. We are so fucked for this.

"Steve there!" I shouted pointing at James.

Steve swerved the car driving right through the barrels to follow our friend. I watched in absolute awe as James grabbed hold of an oncoming bike knocking the driver off. He effortlessly turned in around then jumped on it taking off. It was one of the most badass things I'd ever witnessed.

"Shit" I breathed as the cat guy jumped on the back of the bike.

He tried his best to get James off of it but James was much better than that. With help of his metal arm he kept himself from crashing then kicked his attacker off. Just as we got to the exit of the tunnel an explosion went off.

"Get out now!" Steve shouted.

I didn't have time to think as I jumped out of the car instantly picking up in a run just as Steve had done. The car started to flip behind us as James was finally knocked off the bike a few feet in front of us. Steve tossed his shield knocking the attacker away from James. Once we reached him we both stood protectively in front of him. Seconds later we were surrounded by sirens and flashing lights then the war machine dropped in front of us. His arms were held out with his weapons at the ready.

"Stand down, now!" He shouted at us.

Steve sighed but put his shield on his back. Sam was led over to us at gun point.

"Congratulations Cap, you're a criminal." Rhodey told him.

As an officer grabbed each of us to put us in shackles the man in the black cat suit took off his mask. It was that Wakanda prince or king now that his father was killed in the bombing.

"Your Highness" Rhodey said with a small nod.

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[fallin-flcwer]

Fifty Questions With Spotlight // Youi Moon

THINGS YOU’RE NEVER ASKED

which song went to number 1 on your birthday? (find out here) "for the u.k. it's The Long And Winding Road by Will Young & Gareth Gates and for the u.s. it's A Moment Like This by Kelly Clarkson."

if you could turn any scent into a candle, what would it be? "A candle that smells the way cherries taste, if that makes sense? Most cherry flavoured things I come across taste very... artificial."

which element best suits you: fire, earth, water or air? "Fire, i think"

what’s the worst grade you’ve ever got on a test? "C+. History is my weakness."

what’s the best grade you’ve ever got on a test? "A+."

how many countries have you travelled to? "The list would go on forever so i'm just gonna narrow it down by saying most of Asia, the US and some of the UK."

who is your favourite disney character? "Tadashi from Big Hero 6. Mostly because I had a massive crush on him when the movie came out."

what is one thing people believe that you don’t? "Things like soulmates and love at first sight doesn't exist. The fantasy that you will have all your needs met in a relationship without ever having to be vulnerable isn't true. Sometimes you need to communicate things to your partner in order to receive it."

do you usually drink enough water in a day? "Most days, yeah."

what’s your middle name? "I don't have one!"

PARENTS

do you know both of your parents? "Yeah, I do."

are they together? "Yep!"

are you adopted? "No"

what’s your favourite memory with your parent(s)? "Mum taking me and my siblings to the first hotel built in her chain. I was around five at the time. It was so fascinating to see something that's a big part of me, yet so much bigger than me."

what did your parent(s) study when they were at the academy? "My mum studied music and dance."

which project of your parent(s) is your favourite? "I'm very passionate about this topic, but for me it's a mix between Dream of You and Stay Tonight! It still baffles me that Roller Coaster is the first song people associate with her still."

which parent is the strictest? "Mum."

which parent do you look most like physically? "I'm gonna say mum, though I think I resemble my grandmother more."

which parent do you behave the most like? "I think I've spent most of my teen years going against the grain simply because I could get away with it, but these days I'm definitely trying to behave more like my mum."

are you close? "Yes!"

THIS OR THAT

the titanic or the notebook? "The Notebook. Though Titanic gets brownie points for having young Leo DiCaprio."

dc or marvel? "Marvel movies, DC comics.."

disney or pixar? "Disney"

pink or green? "Pink."

summer or winter? "Summer."

spring or autumn? "Autumn."

dogs or cats? "Cats."

rom-coms or horrors/thrillers? "Horrors and thrillers."

nights in or nights out? "it's 50/50 for me. it really depends on the day."

early riser or night owl? "Early riser."

GETTING PERSONAL

what age did you have your first kiss? "16."

have you lost your virginity? how old were you? "Yeah, I was 17 at the time."

what’s your biggest regret? "I don't think I have any. To be fair, I try to avoid having any."

which song most reflects your life so far? "Flourishing by my mother. I might be biased but it's such a motivational i-don't-give-a-fuck kind of song."

what’s your biggest fear in life? "Being alone."

do you want to get married? "That's not really something i've thought about."

do you want children? "Nope, but who knows? That might change.'

what is a cause you feel strongly about? "Hidden spy-cam p*rn... In Korea it's called 'molka' and it's freaking disgusting. My family has no tolerance for it, and people that have attempted to install cameras have all get caught and arrested. The fact that it's still such a problem in South Korea scares me."

what’s your sexuality? "Heterosexual"

when in life did you feel the loneliest? "It was when I went to Gallagher. Even though i kind of asked for it, I quickly realised that I missed home and my family."

10 TRUTHS

have you ever skinny-dipped? "No"

ever had inappropriate thoughts about somebody you shouldn’t? "Yes"

what’s the worst thing you’ve said behind somebody’s back? "I can't think of any on the spot, but it was probably a joke about my brother... San, if you're reading this, I love you!"

have you ever sent a sexual text? "Probably LOL"

is there anything you dislike for no apparent reason? "Frogs."

what’s the most recent lie you’ve ever told? "I had a fun time in Amsterdam."

can you put your hand on your heart and say you’ve never complimented a project you didn’t really like? "Yes, but I have complimented projects I didn't fully pay attention too."

the best advice you’ve ever been given? "When it comes to your career be as selfish as possible. Your company will always do what’s best for the company so you need to do what’s best for you."

a quote you try to live by? "A tree doesn't fall by one blow."

where do you want to be in ten years? "This might sound really ambitious, even for me, but I'd love to establish my own talent agency ten years down the line. I'd love to give rising artists a platform to showcase their talents, give them the creative freedom over their sound, look, concepts, and the resources to do so, whether they want to self-produce or need help from me or in-house producers."

[asemifunctioninghumanbeing]

all colours 🌈

red: my first kiss was weird and uncomfortable and I would not recommend kissing for the first time when drunk. What I like about me is that that I tend to rarely ever judge without knowing someone’s whole story or reasoning behind doing something/acting a certain way/ looking a certain way etc. What I don't like it that it just took me 20 minutes to come up with someone that I do like woops. The last time I warmed my hands in front of a fire was this winter when I lay next to the fire place with my doggo next to me. I adore sunsets, up to the point that my literature professor takes a minute or two every lesson to let everyone watch the sunset out of the window because she knows I get distracted by it anyways so she just lets it happen. the best thing about summer is the long nights. 

orange: acts of kindness and strangers being nice to one another makes me feel warm inside. I don't have a favorite halloween tradition since I don't ever celebrate it. the last thing that I learned it that I am actually in fact a morning person and I like feeling useful when the rest of the world is still sound asleep. the last time I felt obsessed is rn cause she* exists. my favorite article of clothing is either my tøp sweater cause I feel comfy in it. 

yellow: I'd choose to have anything that is near the city center as my view. or the sun. the sun would be nice too. my favorite thing to do on a sunny day is simply hang out with friends, go to the city, have a drink, walk around. I think you’re lucky when something good happens to you or for you without you having had to work for it. happiness and luck are two different things. what made me smile today is waking up talking to her* and she* having the ability to make me laugh at 5 in the morning. what also made me smile is her* being an absolute gem working so hard and doing so well towards recovery. her* recent Tumblr posts made me smile as well and it is all just one big smile whenever she* is involved. (can u tell she* makes me smile a lot).  The fact that she* called me her almost girlfriend today and the fact that it does not seem long now to actually make that a thing makes me happy grtjs! also: Oeteldonk.

Green: my favorite thing to do outside is honestly to just be with my friends and walk around talking to them and being with them. I've always said that the best days of my childhood were spent camping. I am currently without a job because of my minor abroad but I am studying to become an English teacher. 

Blue: i listen to sad songs til I get over myself and kinda just go on with life. need to find a healthier way of coping with sadness. some things I do when I can't sleep is think a lot which prevents me from sleeping even more smh. I also often read til my eyes get tired and I can fall asleep again.  best non romantic night is difficult to choose from but I felt intense happiness when seeing Adele live with my parents or honestly it may sound silly but spending carnaval with my family and friends makes me feel immensely happy for three days straight.i currently have red flowers as covers. they look like as if my great grandma could’ve bought them. the last person I told a secret to is my best friend and the way she reacted made me realize how valuable she is. 

purple: my sign is cancer. that’s all I know about it woops. best piece of advice I've ever received is not advice per se but my parents raising me to always choose kindness, be accepting and respecting of others and to be raised to become an independent person. I would not know the single best piece of advice I have ever received. the last time I followed my instincts was spilling the tea when I couldn't hold back anymore and explicitly telling her* I'm in love with her lololol. my favorite food is my mom’s home made (ragout). it is so sO good. my secret dream is probably to be able to produce music, be able to sing and play a lot of instruments and having the courage to actually take music classes. not even professionally, just as a hobby but yeah that’d be nice.