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the-ragingenby · 2 years ago

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Dear Fellow Traveler

Chapter 3

TW: MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT (nothing graphic)

“Alright, Morgan. Spill it.” Prentiss pulled out a chair and sat next to Morgan, a playful smirk on her face. “You’ve been giggling at your phone like a teenager for ages now. Who’s the lucky person to have your attention?”

“First of all, I do not giggle.” Morgan muttered. “And second, it’s nothing, Prentiss. Just a friend of mine.” At that, Prentiss raised a disbelieving eyebrow.

“A friend, huh? Is that who’s always got your head in the clouds?” Prentiss teased. “Because that sounds like more than a friend to me.” Morgan sighed, deciding to ignore the fact that she might be right.

“Come on, Prentiss.” Morgan said. “You know I don’t chase people for this long.” Prentiss’s smile only grew wider.

“So you are talking to someone! I knew it! Give me all the details.” Prentiss leaned in, teasingly curious. Morgan rolled his eyes at her.

“There’s nothing to say, Prentiss. We haven’t even met in person.” And I don’t even know what he looks like.

“Then it sounds like you need to change that.” Prentiss nudged him gently. “If you ever need advice-”

“You’re probably the last person I’d go seeking love advice from. If I ever needed it, which I don’t.” Morgan retorted, though it was more playful than anything else. “And besides, I don’t really plan to do anything. I just like talking to him, that’s all.” Prentiss stared at him for a long moment, then conceded with a shrug.

“Alright, alright.” Prentiss relented, leaning away. “But seriously, if you’re feeling conflicted, I think you should go for it. Whoever he is, he obviously makes you happy. And that’s good enough for me.” With a smile, she flicked Morgan’s shoulder before sidling back to the others.

“Wheels up in ten.” Hotch announced, suddenly appearing from his office. “We’ll be debriefed on the plane. We’re heading to Richmond.” Morgan rushed to his office to grab his go-bag, while the rest of the team skittered around, gathering their things.

They eventually met up again in front of the elevator. “Did you know that Morgan’s got a boyfriend?” Prentiss whisper-shouted to JJ as they waited. JJ gasped, whipping around to stare at him.

“You’re kidding.” She snickered. “No wonder you’ve been so chipper lately.”

“Alright, stop that. And don’t get your hopes up. He’s not my boyfriend or anything.” Morgan huffed, moving to hold the elevator door open as it arrived.

“Really? That’s too bad. You need one. Maybe then you’ll simmer down a little, mister hotshot.” JJ teased, slipping inside with Prentiss trailing behind her.

By the time they reached the jet, the others were already there. Rossi, who had taken a few days off, had finally returned and was waiting for them on the jet. Hotch was settled in his usual spot, flipping through a few files he had brought with him.

As they took off, Garcia called in to give the rundown of the case. “So, we have a few serial killings at Virginia U. All the victims were girls and were strangled to death, with chains. Though they were never left at the crime scene.”

“Do we know if these chains are a specific make? Maybe they can only be specially bought.” Morgan offered, scrolling through the photos Garcia had sent to their tablets.

“No, these are chains you can buy at any hardware store, according to the marking left. Nothing special about them. Trust me, I already looked.” Garcia sighed, shaking her head. “Anyway, we have had four victims in as many days, which is why we were called in so urgently.”

“The university has a history of students becoming violent criminals, but it's been almost a decade since the last one.” JJ added thoughtfully. “Maybe it's someone who was recently released deciding to come and wreak havoc on the school? Revenge kills?”

“But that was over a decade ago. I doubt they’d want to take their anger out on kids they wouldn’t know.” Rossi offered. “But then again, it's hard to rationalize the actions of a psychopathic killer.”

“Any signs of sexual assault?” Hotch asked. Garcia sighed and nodded.

“More like all the signs.” Garcia said, typing away at her computer. She froze suddenly, a deep frown on her face. “And they’ve just found another victim. I’ve forwarded the photos to your tablets.”

“JJ, you and Rossi will go to the medical examiner. Prentiss, you and Morgan will go straight to the latest crime scene. And I’ll get us set up at the local police department.” Hotch decided. With assignments delegated, the rest of the short plane ride was in relative silence, with the occasional theory being brought up.

“He left the chain this time.” Morgan noted, kneeling down to take a closer look at the young woman's body. “And Garcia was right about the chains being accessible. They’re really nothing special.”

“The victim’s name was Emma Garrison. She was reported missing less than 24 hours ago.” Prentiss explained, glancing around the crime scene. “Our unsub did what he planned quickly, and didn’t hold her long, if at all.”

“I would think it would be difficult to keep someone subdued privately on such a populated campus. And no one saw anything at all?” Morgan asked.

“No witnesses have come forward so far.” Prentiss replied, sliding on her gloves as she knelt beside Morgan. She prodded at the body a bit, before letting out a sigh. “There are signs of sexual assault.”

“And clear defensive wounds. Might’ve gotten her with a blitz attack.” Morgan stated. “We need to get into contact with anyone on and off campus that knows her personally. That might help us get closer to the unsub.”

After their analysis of the latest crime scene, Morgan and Prentiss made their way to the local police department. Hotch had already set them up in a conference room, with pictures of the victims taped up in chronological order. “Morgan, Prentiss, this is Detective Noah Walsh. He’s the one heading up the investigation.” Hotch introduced.

Noah gingerly shook their hands, then bowed his head. “Sorry to call you guys here on such short notice. Normally, we’d have more information for you, thanks to our consultant, but he’s stuck at the university. The place is on lockdown until we can find a suspect.”

“Is he like a student there or something?” Morgan asked absently, instead taking in the timeline Hotch had created.

“Well, yeah. But he’s a real bright kid. I’ve been keeping him filled in, so he may call if he has any ideas.” Noah explained. Prentiss nodded.

“We’ll need all the help we can get.” She added dully.

“How is the university handling things?” Hotch questioned. Noah shifted nervously.

“Well, they’ve imposed a curfew.” He said.

“And?”

“That’s it.” Noah raised his hands defensively when Morgan whirled around suddenly, stunned at the seeming lack of concern or care for their students. “There’s been issues at that school for years. Most of the recent incidents have been kept under wraps by the higher ups. But the press caught wind of this too fast for the school to cover it up.”

Hotch frowned. Before he could say more, JJ and Rossi appeared in the doorway. “The press is outside waiting for a statement. We barely made it in here without being tackled.” Rossi huffed, dropping the medical examiner’s reports on the table.

“We’ll hold off on a statement until we can nail down the profile. If we say the wrong thing, we may end up pushing the unsub to strike faster than he already is.” Hotch decided after a moment. “Anything with the medical examiner?”

“The latest victim died the same way as the others. Strangled with a chain and sexually assaulted both post and ante-mortem. This time the chain was left at the scene. There were traces of DNA, and they’re working on identifying it as we speak.” JJ explained. Hotch nodded slowly.

“The strangulation suggests that the unsub has a personal vendetta against these women. But using the chain means he doesn’t want to get his hands too dirty. Yet he still has the strength to subdue these women and kill them quickly.” Rossi added bluntly.

“I bet the university is still trying to cover for this student. They may have some idea as to who our unsub is.” Hotch decided after a while. “I’ll go speak with them. JJ, Rossi, head to the school and interview a few students. I had Garcia compile a list of people who may be of some interest to our investigation. It should be sent to your phones. Prentiss, stay with Morgan and continue to work on victimology. We’ll have to hope that this consultant gives us a call. For now, he’s one of our only leads.”

With that, Prentiss and Morgan were left with Detective Noah, who flipped through the medical examiner’s reports as though new information would jump out at him from the pages. After a while of theorizing in silence, the conference room’s phone began to ring.

Morgan leaned over to read the number, expecting Garcia with more info. Instead, it was a number he didn’t recognize. Or maybe he did, but he couldn’t recall from where. Detective Noah peered over his shoulder, noticing Morgan’s confusion, and slumped a little in relief. “That’s our consultant, Dr. Spencer Reid.” That’s not…my Spencer, is it? Surely not. Right? Without a moment’s hesitation, Detective Noah answered and put the phone on speaker to allow the agents to hear.

“Good afternoon, Detective. Sorry I haven’t called sooner. I had to confirm some things before I presented my findings.” The voice on the other end apologized, letting out an airy laugh. “Your unsub belongs to a makeshift fraternity called Alpha. They basically believe women to be scum, for lack of a better word, and feel it's their place to take care of them. Some of their members even refer to them as dogs, hence the chains. They remind me of chains one may use to shackle a dog to their doghouse.”

“Ew. Men.” Prentiss huffed. “Uh, no offense, Morgan.” Morgan could hardly hear her. Spencer was stuck at a university with a murderer, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

“...Derek? Is that you?” Spencer asked carefully, his voice adorably hopeful. Despite his anxieties, just hearing Spencer’s voice made him feel a lot better.

“Yeah, Spence. It’s me.” Morgan smiled, ignoring Prentiss’ shocked gasp.

Spencer nervously cleared his throat, remembering why he had called in the first place. “Right. Um. The dean has been trying to hide this group’s existence from students, but it’s impossible to hide everything from nosy students. They disbanded less than a week ago, which lines up with the first victim. So your unsub is most likely in that group. I’ve just sent a list of all the members to Derek.”

“Thank you so much, Dr. Reid. You have no idea how grateful we always are for your help.” Detective Noah sighed, relieved. “Be sure to stay safe.”

“I will. And it’s my pleasure.” Spencer replied, ending the call. Before Prentiss could turn on Morgan to interrogate him, he called Garcia, asking her to check out the alibis for the students on Spencer’s list.

After a bit of digging, Garcia found that only one of the former members of the Alpha fraternity did not have a solid alibi, that being Blake Gaines. “Hotch, it looks like Blake Gaines may be our unsub. He resides in Jayden Morse Hall. I had Garcia send his photo to your phones. We’ll be there in fifteen.” Prentiss relayed as she rushed out of the conference room, Morgan right on her heels.

“I can get us there in seven.” Morgan growled determinedly, fishing his keys out of his pocket and hopping into the driver’s seat.

“Try not to kill us, Morgan.” Prentiss sighed, ending the call. Morgan let out a gruff laugh.

“Like I’d ever let that happen.” Morgan sped down the road, sirens wailing as he went. He braked hard as he came to the police perimeter, quickly shutting off the car and hopping out to rush onto campus.

The pair made their way around the perimeter of the residence hall, eyes carefully trained on the exits and entrances, ensuring that there was no way for Blake to escape. There was a sudden commotion and the rear exit door swung open. Blake was scrambling away, with JJ hot on his trail.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Prentiss and Morgan rush to cut him off, trapping him between the three agents. Realizing he had no means of escape, Blake huffed and slowly raised his hands, allowing JJ to cuff him with minimal insults flung their way. “That was easier than I expected.” Morgan said as JJ marched Blake away.

“Maybe a little too easy.” Prentiss frowned. “With all due respect, he seems like an idiot. I’m not sure how he went on for so long without being caught.” Morgan shrugged, but he had to admit she had a point. Something was amiss.

Morgan hesitated a little as they headed back to the car. Spencer was here, somewhere. And it would be so good to see him. As much as he hated to admit it, he really, really wanted to just hold onto Spencer and give him the attention and love he deserves–

Morgan shook his head, bringing himself back to the present. He really needed to focus. Dealing with his personal life and feelings comes later, his job comes first.

Back at the police station, Morgan stood beside Hotch who was intently watching the interrogation. “So you have no idea how these women ended up dead? Somehow, I find that hard to believe.” Rossi scoffed, tapping at a picture directly in front of Blake. “From what we heard around campus, she was your girlfriend. You two had broken up only a few weeks ago, and you were taking it less than well.”

“Shut the hell up! You don’t know what you’re doing, old man.” Blake snapped back, glaring at Rossi. “I don’t have to say shit. Once the dean catches wind that I’m in here, you’ll all be sorry!” Unfazed by his outburst, Rossi leaned back in his chair.

“You know, we found some DNA at the crime scene. In fact, it was on the victim herself. I bet if we had a sample of yours, we’d find a match.” He offered Blake a tight smile. “Listen, kid. The easiest way to clear your name and get you out of here is to consent to a DNA test. That’s all you’ve gotta do.” Blake tensed, eyes growing wide at Rossi’s words.

“I want my phone call.” Blake huffed, crossing his arms. “I don’t have to talk to you people.” Rossi simply shrugged, standing from the chair and leaving the room.

As Rossi, Hotch, and Morgan were coming up with a new strategy, a well-dressed man barged into the station, pushing past all the officers trying to stop him. “Agent Hotchner!” He yelled, pointing an accusing finger at the agent. “I demand that you release my son this instant! He has done nothing wrong and there’s no proof that any of these killings had to do with him.”

“Ah, Mr. Gaines. I’ve been expecting you.” Hotch straightened up and met his gaze evenly. “We have probable cause to keep Blake here due to DNA we found on the most recent victim. Should he agree to a DNA test, it would expedite the process.”

“Then, I’m here as the dean of Virginia University, trying to free one of my students who is being wrongfully held.” Mr. Gaines faltered a little. “He doesn’t have to consent to a test if he doesn’t want to. His testimony should be more than sufficient.”

“I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way.” Hotch apologized flatly. “You don’t have the authority to demand the release of a suspect. And Blake is a person of interest.”

“Then I’m calling our lawyer.” Mr. Gaines snarled, glaring harshly at Hotch. “My boy wouldn’t hurt a fly.” Hotch watched him stalk away, then turned to Morgan. “Call Garcia and see if she has anything new on Blake. If we can’t find anything concrete, we’ll have to let him go.”

“Hey, baby girl. Please tell me you’ve got something new on Blake.” Morgan asked, heading into the conference room and placing his phone on the table, so everyone could hear.

“Of course I do! Your lack of faith in me is hurtful.” Garcia huffed. “The kid’s got a sealed record. So of course I got nosy and unsealed it. Turns out, he has like twenty different charges against him for sexual assault against both men and women, but they were dropped every time due to witnesses retracting their statements.”

“And I’ll bet the dean has everything to do with it.” Morgan sighed, shaking his head.

“He’ll be back soon. I’ll see if I can get through to him. Maybe we’ll be able to get that DNA test after all.” Rossi offered. “I mean, Mr. Gaines wouldn’t be rejecting the one thing that could prove Blake innocent once and for all if he didn’t worry that Blake was actually guilty.”

“Alright, that’s probably best.” Hotch decided. “He won’t want to talk to me, since he sees me as responsible for his son being in custody.”

The team waited around for Mr. Gaines to return, surprisingly with no lawyer at his side like they expected. “I’m giving you people one more chance to let my son go without causing any more issues.”

“Mr. Gaines, hello again. A pleasure to see you.” Rossi greeted warmly, taking the man’s hand and pulling him aside. “I just need to exchange a few words with you, if you don’t mind.” Without another word, Rossi pulled him to the far side of the conference room, just out of earshot of the other agents.

Though Morgan couldn’t hear what they were saying, he watched Mr. Gaines’ body language shift as Rossi continued to talk. After a few minutes, they return to the group. “I consent to a DNA test for my son. I…want these women to get the justice they deserve.”

Hotch nodded and went to order the test, while JJ escorted Mr. Gaines out of the room. “What’d you say to him to get him to cave?” Prentiss asked curiously.

“Ah, well. I have my ways.” Rossi smiled as he shrugged. Morgan couldn’t help but laugh while Prentiss rolled her eyes.

After a few hours, JJ returned with Mr. Gaines, who looked like he had seen a ghost. “The test came back positive. Blake confessed to everything after he talked to Mr. Gaines.”

“I betrayed him.” Mr. Gaines murmured. “I should have protected him. And have been a better father.”

“Thank you for your help, Mr. Gaines.” Hotch nodded to him. Mr. Gaines didn’t reply, slumping his shoulders as he turned away. “We’ll need to contact the families of the victims, then we’re done here.”

Morgan helped make a few phone calls, consoling the mourning families. They were grateful, however, for the closure the team was able to provide.

“Shouldn’t you go visit Spencer while we’re still here?” Prentiss asked, spinning lazily in a chair in the conference room. Though the team was technically done with their investigation, they still needed to wait on the jet to be ready.

“I want to. I really do. But I want us to meet under better circumstances.” Morgan admitted. “After helping catch a murderer, I don’t think he’d be in the mood anyway. And I don’t know where he is or what he’s up to.” Prentiss sighed.

“Those are poor excuses. That’s what your phone is for, dummy.” Prentiss swiveled and stared at him. “But whatever. At least give him a call. Check in on him.”

“I will.” Morgan promised.

“The jet’s ready, so let’s get going.” Rossi called, poking his head into the conference room.

“Sweet. This place was getting a little too dreary for my taste. Can’t wait to take a good nap.” Prentiss stretched animatedly and nudged Morgan. “And if I catch wind from Garcia that you didn’t talk to you-know-who…”

“Yeah, yeah. Alright, I get it.” Morgan laughed, playfully lifting his arms to appease her as he stood. “You’re really starting to sound like Garcia.”

“Well, good. Then you’ll listen to me.” Prentiss stuck out her tongue at him, which only caused him to laugh harder.

The flight back was short, but not fast enough for Morgan’s taste. As much as he played off wanting to call Spencer, he really wanted to hear his voice again. I miss him. God, I just wanna hold him, so badly.

“You going out with us tonight, Morgan?” JJ asked as they arrived back at the office. “We’re finally back at a reasonable hour. It’d be a shame to waste it.”

“Sorry, guys. I think I’ll pass today.” Morgan replied, quickly gathering his things and attempting to slink away.

“Morgan not wanting to go out? Something’s wrong with him.” JJ blinked at him, wide-eyed. “Is it your boyfriend? Or, sorry, almost boyfriend.”

“Did you know that he’s the consultant for Richmond PD? Morgan got a little flustered when he called in.” Prentiss teased, meeting Morgan’s glare with a wide smile.

“Oh!” JJ smirked. “Well, please. Don’t let us stop you from your romantic pursuits. Have a good night, Morgan!”

“Yeah. Bye, guys.” Morgan sighed and headed to the elevator with a shake of his head.

“We still love you, y’know! We’re just teasing!” Prentiss called after him.

“Totally holding it against you if you find someone!” Morgan replied, letting the elevator doors close before Prentiss could retort.

Morgan drove a little faster than he intended to, but he needed to get home. He needed to hear his pretty boy again. He had hardly stepped through the door when he pulled out his phone and dialed the number he now made a point to commit to memory. It only rang once before there was an answer. “Derek?”

“Hey, pretty boy.” Morgan sighed, settling on his couch.

“I heard you guys caught your unsub. I guess my info helped?” Spencer asked.

“More than you know. We wouldn’t have been able to narrow down our list of suspects that quickly without it.” Morgan replied.

“That’s good. Are you home now? It’s a bit earlier than usual.” Spencer wondered.

“Yeah. And it’s thanks to you. We probably would have been stuck over there for another day or two without you.” Morgan let out a light laugh. “Are you okay though? I know it must have been tough. And you were stuck on campus the whole time.”

Spencer didn’t reply right away, instead letting out a soft breath. “If I’m being honest, I was terrified.” He whispered, voice shaky. “Even when I called Detective Noah to give him information, I was trying really hard to stay composed. When I found out you were there, it made me feel a lot better. Like nothing could touch me, so long as I knew you were near.”

“Spence…”

“Sorry, corny. I know.” Spencer chuckled. “But I’m home now. So everything’s fine. The campus will be closed for the next few days, so I’ll have some free time on my hands.”

“That’s good. You deserve a break.” Morgan barely managed to stop himself from asking about Spencer’s plans. As much as he wanted to meet him, Morgan wondered if it was really the right time. Then again, there’s no time like the present. But, I don’t want to bother him either. God, why is this so hard?

“Spencer, who are you talking to now?” A gruff voice asked from the other line. Morgan frowned, trying to recall where he had heard it before.

“Sorry, I have to go. But we’ll talk later, okay? Take care of yourself, and rest well.” Spencer rushed out, hanging up before Morgan had a chance to reply.

That was more than suspicious to him, but he decided to let it go for now. After all, Morgan didn’t want to push Spencer too much, in case he doesn’t want to talk about it.

Patience, Morgan. Patience.

#criminal minds #derek morgan #fanfic #fanfiction #spencer reid #ao3 author #romance #moreid

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redpoodlern · 3 years ago

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Okay, so I decided to pick some country albums that I do know. (This was hard, but one of my good friends was a big country fan so she'd make me listen to it.)

1. When The Sun Goes Down - Kenny Chesney

2. The Foundation - Zac Brown Band

3. #1's and The Some - Brooks and Dunn

4. My Kind of Livin' - Craig Morgan

5. 34 Number Ones - Alan Jackson

If I had a diary, today’s entry would be:

Dear Diary,

I am so very confused. Alexa sent me a country ask on tumblr. Is the sky still blue? Does the sun still come up in the east & set in the west? Am I dreaming? Will I wake up later and mention this to her and discover it was nothing but a dream?

1. When the Sun Goes Down- Kenny Chesney: okay I did like Kenny but not this album so much. Anything But Mine was good though. And this made me want to go find my favorite song of his. The Boys of Fall. You’ll never guess what it’s about?

2. The Foundation- Zac Brown Band: okay this was obviously a good album. Free, Whatever It Is, Toes, & Highway 20 Ride. All so good. But I gotta go with Free.

3. #1’s and Then Some- Brooks & Dunn: ugh! This is a favorite. I adored Brooks & Dunn. And their duets with Reba 💜 it will come as no surprise that at one point in my life I knew the line dance to Boot Scootin’ Boogie. But my favorite song. Believe. Ronnie Dunn has an amazing voice and this song just lets it fly.

4. My Kind of Livin’- Craig Morgan: not a big fan but I did like That’s What I Love About Sunday.

5. 34 Number Ones- Alan Jackson: okay I do not like Alan Jackson. I did initially so Wanted of course is probably the only song I like.

Confused Keith felt right here. 😂😂

#jenni and alexa conversations #we do like to talk about music #country?

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deanzboyfriend · 4 years ago

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BAU x gn!teen!reader///Criminal Minds

Requested: Yes or No

Request: i heard you write for cm x teen! reader! i’m happy because there’s not a ton of those on here. i have a request, if you’re willing to write it, of course: the reader is the kid (you can choose pronouns) of an unsub and they/he/she know a little more than they’re/he’s/she’s letting on, so they/he/she get interrogated. hope that sounds okay!

⚠️Warnings: None? ⚠️

//I was so happy to write this! It's my first fic on tumblr, so I'm sorry if anything seems off. I keep switching from my phone and my laptop 😭 I tried to avoid pronouns all together, but there are some gn ones in there, but feel free to tell me if there's a mishap somewhere! Feedback is much appreciated xx

There are a lot of things you plan in life. But being interrogated in your own house spilling your life story to a couple of FBI agents? That definitely was not on your list of things to do today.

-2 days prior-

"Alright my furry friends! Here's what I've got!" Garcia pressed the clicker for the screen. "Three women, all strangled to death in the last 4 weeks. All white, mid 30's with dark hair. Unidentified fingerprints were found at the scene that appear to be male. All three women were sedated with ketamine.”

“It’s obvious that our unsub has a hatred for a female figure in their life. Mother possibly?” JJ said, looking through the women’s files. Reid took a further look at the crime scene photos. “The ligature marks on the neck suggest that it was an older necklace, could that have some significance?”

The team nodded. “Garcia, double check the fingerprints again. See if the M.E get any metal residue off of the victim’s necks. JJ,Morgan,Prentiss, see if you an find anything at the victim’s houses. Reid, help Garcia and work on the geographical profile.” They all got to work.

-Friday, 2 pm-

“Our unsub is male,roughly six foot tall,with an athletic build. He’s recently divorced, and has a misogynistic mindset.”

“He’ll have a higher paying job, likely something working with his hands. He will seem like a good employee to his customers, but will have several complaints from his co-workers.”

After the team gives the profile, the PD got a tip about a man named Markus Y/L/N that fit the profile and was seen with one of the girls at the bar. Garcia did some digging and stopped in her tracks and immediately called Hotch.

-with the team-

“Team, we have an update. Y/L/N has a kid.” The team all had wide eyes at the news. With what they knew about Markus, they certainly did not expect a kid of all things. “Reid,Morgan,JJ,head to the Y/L/N house and talk with them. I just got word from Garcia that our unsub is not present there currently. Be cautious.”

-Y/L/N house, Your POV-

I was reading my new book on my bed when I heard a knock at the door. “Coming!” I dog-eared the page I was on and went downstairs and looked through the peephole before opening the door.

“Hello, my name is Agent Jereau, this is Agent Morgan and Doctor Reid. We’d like to ask you a couple questions if that’s alright?” They all showed their credentials.

I felt myself tense when she said agent. This can’t be any good.

“O-Of course,come in.” I opened the door the rest of the way to let them in. “Would any of you like something to drink? I have water and fresh lemonade if you’d like any.” Agents Jereau and Morgan shook their heads no. Doctor Reid asked for a glass of lemonade. I smiled at him and went into the kitchen.

-3rd POV-

Morgan shifted to look at Reid. “You good man? It’s not like you to take any offers from people, especially since we’re in the house of an unsub.” Reid looked back at him. “You could see the nervousness right? They relaxed quite a bit and even smiled after I asked for it. They feel intimidated by us, so we can assume they know something we don’t.”

JJ and Morgan just nodded and smiled as you came from the kitchen with Reid’s lemonade.

“So, your father isn’t here right now?” You nodded your head no. “He’s off on a business trip for a few days. If you need to speak with him, he should be back tomorrow.” You shifted in your seat as Morgan stared at you, seeming to be studying you.

“Is that really what he’s doing? Or do you know what he’s actually doing?” He stated and you gulped. You weighed all your options as you watched JJ elbow Morgan whispering something about ‘being too harsh’ and ‘It’s just a kid’

“I-I um I-” you stuttered, still not knowing what to say. You had some steady tears flow down your face as you started to panic a little.

JJ’s motherly instincts kicked in as soon as she saw your tears. She sat next to you and shushed you to keep you calm. Reid just smiled sympathetically at you while she held you close.

“He said he had business to attend to...I think he is going to do it again. H-He um, he mentioned an adress of a w-woman who used to be our neighbor...C-Cassidy Howards.” You said quietly, barely loud enough to be heard by the other agents in the room. Morgan immediately got up to call Garcia and Hotch.

“Shhhh...It’s ok, we’ll take care of you ok?” JJ softly rubbed your back as you cried harder.

-Your POV (sorry for all the POV changes 😅)-

I held tightly onto Agent Jereau as I told her everything. How I figured out what he was doing, when I caught him in the act, how I met all of the victims because he brought them to the house at some point. All of it.

When I finally started to calm down to just sniffling, I wiped my tears and sat up. Agent Morgan walked back in and looked toward Doctor Reid. “Hotch said we could bring the kid back to the Bureau. C’mon kid, get some stuff and come with us.” I nodded but before I walked up the stairs, I turned on my heel to face the agents again. “I h-have a name you know, an’ I’m not a kid. My name is Y/N.”

Morgan laughed and smiled at me. “Alright, alright. Now go get your stuff.” I turned back around to go up the stairs to get some of my stuff. I grabbed my school backpack and put my laptop and notebooks in there as well as a few of my favorite books. I zipped it up and grabbed my phone as well as one more book.

I went back downstairs and met with the agents outside. Before we got into one of their fancy SUVs, Dr. Reid stopped me. “ ‘The Canterbury Tales’ huh? You have to read that for school?” he asked me as I looked down at my book.

“Oh! Well, not exactly. It’s one of my favorites by Chaucer. This one specifically was given to me by a dear friend of mine a while back. I tend to read a lot, since I don’t get much time for making friends. Have you read any of his books?” He smiled at me and we started talking about our other favorite books on the way to their HQ. I wasn’t aware of the two agents smiling at us the whole ride there.

-BAU HQ-

“Wow, this place is huge.” I said as I looked around in amazement. I heard Morgan laugh. He pats my back and says “Most people have that same reaction when they first see this place. You’ll be watched by our Tech Analyst, Penelope Garcia for now. I can show you to her offic- Nevermind, there she is.”

I saw a blond, brightly dressed woman speed walking towards us. “Whoa Baby Girl, slow down or you’ll scare the kid.” He laughed as she playfully hit his arm. I smiled at her as she looks over to me.

“Oh! You must be Y/N! Aww you’re so adorable! I just wanna eat you up! Time to show you my lair!!” She grabbed my arm, making me laugh as she pulled me with her to her “lair”

-3rd POV-

The team was conversing about the case in the bullpen after they caught Markus. “I feel bad for the kid. Having to go through all that and keep secrets with him in the house. What do you think is gonna happen to ‘em?” Morgan asked, wanting to know that you’d be safe somewhere.

“I’m pretty sure CPS already found a nice Foster family that would take them in. They live here in Quantico.” The whole team had smiles on their faces as they looked over to you listening to Rossi talk about profiling and his favorite recipes to make. They had all gotten attached to you. Later when the CPS person came to pick you up, you got hugs from every team member. “Don’t be afraid to come visit here sometime. You can call us anytime you need something. Even if it’s just needing to talk. We’re here for ya kid.” You smiled at Morgan as you gave him one last hug.

Yeah, some things in life can be unexpected, but sometimes, it’s not all that bad.

//Omg! My first fic is finished! Again, sorry if there are any mistakes, feel free to correct me. Please give feedback! <3

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nerdlifecentral · 4 years ago

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Unknown Secrets [3]

Summary: Y/n joins the hunt for the mysterious nephidemon, but she finds out some shocking information that brings them closer to saving this town from the clutches of Asmodeus’ child.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, reader, Gabriel, Castiel, Mick, Ketch, Asmodeus

Pairing: everyone platonic

Genre: Angst, bit of fluff

Word Count: 3,906

Warnings: none :)

A/N: Sorry this took so long, but here it finally is! <3

I pull up next to Baby in front of the small motel. "So we meet again, beautiful." I say lovingly, patting the roof of Dean's beloved car. I walk up to room number 63. The six has a loose screw which makes it look more like a nine, so I hope it really is room 63.

My anxiety is quelled when I see Ketch open the door with a wide, relaxed smile. "Hello, darling. I hope you didn't spend all of last night trying to research just to show off,” he says while giving me a hug and playfully winks, prompting Mick to shake his head from his spot at a small table across from Sam, whose laptop is open and running some sort of crazy code.

"No, not this time. Although I have always been the brains behind the operations when it comes to you two."

Mick let out a chuckle while Ketch simply rolls his eyes and went to lounge on the couch. Sam then gets up, somewhat awkwardly and offers a quick hug.

"So," he starts, "me and Dean tried to dig up anything extra we could have skipped over in either demon lore or any offspring they could produce." I nod for him to continue as he takes a seat and turns his computer towards me. "The only thing that could be a possible lead is the tracking spell Rowena used and there's been a history of weird weather patterns - especially lightning storms for almost forty years. So that means that either Asmodeus or his child has been here for at least forty years."

I rest my chin on my hand and think about what could explain this Prince of Hell living in my town for forty years. I mean, how have I never ran into him or seen anything weird even once?

The door opens and in walks Dean with lots of beer and various snacks, along with a pie that I assume to be cherry.

"Alright, what's the game plan guys? FBI or some basic computer research?" Dean asks, putting away his items and walking over to his bed and plopping down looking at me.

"Sam was just catching us up on the weather stuff y'all found last night." I respond, noticing Sam's open laptop. "Although I think it would make the most sense if Asmodeus was here for, let's say, twenty years, scoping the place out and getting other Hunters to believe that the storms would be normal so no one bats an eye once his child is born, and they could live here for maybe twenty more years, completely undetected."

After a short pause, Mick speaks up, "It is certainly possible and the most likely lead we have. Why else would he want to risk staying in one area for that long?"

Sam sighs and nods in agreement and slides his computer to face himself again.

"So, y/n," Dean starts and I pick my head up and look to him, "has anyone ever seemed off to you or someone you heard of being born thirty to forty years ago?"

I snort a laugh and respond. "You named most of the folks in this town. Most people have grown up here all their lives and don't really have the desire to move away. Not many long term or consistent visitors either."

Ketch stands up from the couch and walks over to Mick snatching a notebook sitting next to him. He says, "alright, who could be the most likely candidates for being this monster, y/n?"

I rubbed my eyes and leaned back, trying to narrow down who to say, but all I could see were faces morphing into each other and names swirling through my thoughts. "How should I narrow it down?" I ask with my eyes closed for a moment, opening them only because of the sound of Sam typing on his computer and Ketch speaking.

"Let's start with anyone especially strange or out of the ordinary, people between thirty and forty who have lived here their whole lives, only children, maybe anyone who doesn't know their parents or their mother died in birth."

I take a deep breath and start naming people that fit any or all of the criteria Ketch described while explaining which characteristics they have as Ketch writes the addresses that I can remember and Sam types up the list.

It takes us a few hours of narrowing down and organizing everyone into sizable chunks and who our most likely hidden monster is. Luckily, everyone lived nearby and Dean brought back some good food choices. Well, as good as gas station and tiny grocery store food can get.

"I vote we get a move on with this list and split up a bit to cover more ground." Ketch suggests.

Sam glances at Dean as he says "Works for me. We going for FBI on this one?"

The group nods as Dean butts in saying, "We'll go through the people in these neighborhoods," he waves his hand over the section towards the east, "and you three can take the rest." He says while pointing at me.

"Alright, let's get ready and get a move on." I say, standing up and walking out to grab some gear. I can’t help but think how odd it is that I have grown up with these people and all this time one of them could be such a horrible, dangerous creature. My palms almost itch with the anticipation of making my town, and the world a safer place. But I can’t help but wonder if we’re making the right decision.

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"Last house will be just to the left of Willow Street.” Mick says from the passenger side, directing Ketch to our final stop before it got too late.

I don’t even know how we’re gonna find this nephidemon at this point. No one we’ve talked to all day has said or remembered anything that would help us remotely. Hopefully Sam and Dean have had some better luck, I think as Ketch pulls up to the curb across from the house.

We all climb out of the car and casually walk up to the front door, Ketch and Mick with their badges and me prepared for the endless complaints this case will earn me from the locals for bringing the feds to their doorsteps. But, if I can possibly help out Mick, Ketch, Cas, and the Winchesters with something like Asmodeus or his freak kids, then it’s worth it. The door opens revealing Fred and his wife, Josie with polite smiles on their faces.

“Hey, Fred and Josie! How have you guys been?” I ask, smiling warmly.

Josie responds for them both. “We’re doing just fine, dear. You should join us for game night next time!”

I laugh and nod enthusiastically, about to explain and introduce the two "agents" beside me when Fred beats me to it. “Who are your friends? They visitors?” he interjects with slightly narrowed eyes and hands shoved in his pockets.

“Of course, my apologies. These are FBI agents McCullough and Morgan.” They both hold up their badges with calm expressions. “They’re old friends of mine and have been looking for someone they think might have been hanging around here for awhile. I figured you both have excellent memories and I was hoping you wouldn’t mind us taking a few moments of your day to help them find a potential suspect?” I slightly tilt my head and try to look as innocent and eager to help as possible. Fred and Josie have always treated me as one of their own children and I certainly hope Ketch doesn’t offend them in any way.

“It’s no problem at all. Very nice to meet you gentlemen. As y/n stated I am Josie Hutcherson and this is my husband, Fred.” Josie, being the polite and kind person that she is, shook hands with Ketch and Mick, welcoming us all inside.

One nice thing about living in a small town is how nothing really changes; not the people, the drama, and not any buildings save for the occasional fresh coat of paint or new lamp. Having something constant is always welcome, especially when it feels like the world is ending.

"What case did you say you were helping them with, y/n?" I'm drawn out of thoughts by Mrs. Hutcherson kindly sitting down across from Mick and Ketch, Fred still choosing to stand near his wife with crossed arms.

"They're trying to track the movement of a very dangerous criminal, they have reason to believe he stayed here awhile back and then left."

Josie smiles at me and turns back to the "agents" to speak, but Fred says, "Uh huh. And why does the FBI want to take up your time in this what I would think would be a highly classified search?"

Fred may mean well, but words were always something he left to Josie. Hopefully he's only put off by Mick and Ketch, I would really hate for them to be hiding this demon kid.

"Y/n here knows almost every person in this town, and from what she's told us she is extremely attentive as well." Mick offers, "We were looking around aimlessly until we met her. My partner actually was interviewing her and she offered to help us look around town for a little bit." He gave a reassuring smile towards Josie and a firm nod towards Fred.

"Now, have either of you noticed anyone strange at all in the past thirty to forty years? They would be extremely charismatic but slightly arrogant as well. And maybe looked something close to this picture." Ketch asks while pulling out a picture of the current vessel of Asmodeus. Even though we aren't sure he was in this vessel when having a kid, it's the best bet we have in recognizing him at all.

Both Josie and Fred denied anyone acting out of the ordinary or ever seeing that picture before. I could tell Mick and Ketch wanted to keep interviewing Josie since she was more open, so I tried to get Fred a little ways away to get through to him better. "I know that you don't really care for the FBI and sticking their noses where nothing has happened, Fred. "He uncrosses his arms with a sigh and a reluctant nod. "But this guy is a really bad guy and they asked me who would be the most attentive people to ask about. And you and your wife were the first I thought of, that's all."

After Fred agrees to be more open to answering their questions, I smile and thank him before walking back out toward the living room where Mick and Ketch are standing up.

"Y/n, I believe we shouldn't take up anymore of these people's time. Thank you both so much for all your help." Mick says with a kind smile and handshake with Josie, then Fred.

"Thank you Josie and Fred, I'll come over when I can," I say with a wave out the door and down the sidewalk. Mick and Ketch also exit and walk back to their car.

"Anything you guys picked up on?" I question, lowering my voice with caution.

Ketch closes his eyes and with a short huff of air responds "Not really. The only odd thing Mrs. Hutcherson mentioned were the persistent lightning storms that drove everyone inside, except for this one time. There was a man and a small child who were outside in the middle of the road, completely unprotected. Just gazing up into the sky for a few hours...."

Thunder, so loud that it feels as though the earth beneath my feet shakes. I look up in wonder as brilliant flashes of lightning take over the dark sky. A warm hand rests on my shoulder, its presence keeping me focused and grounded.

I glance up to the man, who has a prideful smile and warm eyes, and I remember feeling safe despite the chaos and danger surrounding us.

The man speaks, sounding southern and calm. "My daughter, this will be our last night together, I was hoping for more time with you but it's far too dangerous." I tilt my head in question, turning to face him more. He continues, "Someday all of this will seem like a dream for you. That's when your purpose will become clear. And we will be united once again."

I feel tears starting to form, this is my father, he can't abandon me now! "But father, when will that happen? And how long after I remember will I see you again?" He bends down to my level taking both my hands in his.

"I know I will miss you, my child, but I would rather feel this heartache than know you are at risk from Hunters. They are so dangerous and you must always be careful around them. Alright?" I nod my head and hug my father, one last time. I hear him speak once more. "I love you, never forget that." And the whole world goes silent.

I faintly hear voices speaking to me but I couldn't make out what they are saying. I know it’s Mick and Ketch. What on Earth are they doing here? The entire case comes flooding back to me, the Winchesters, Asmodeus, his kid, my strange hallucination. I struggle to open my eyes met with blinding light and someone, Sam, I think, sitting next to me.

"I'm sorry Sam, but there is no way for me to understand why she fainted. She appears to be in good health, not dehydrated, having enough food and energy. I can't find anything wrong." Cas says, slightly leaning his head back from his place at the end of a bed, near a small mirror on the wall.

I try to sit up and ask what's going on, but Sam gently pushes my shoulders back onto the mattress.

"Hey, y/n don’t sit up yet, alright? You've been passed out for a while. Do you remember anything?" Sam speaks calmly and softly, as though speaking too loud may cause me to lose consciousness yet again.

"I remember helping you guys on a case," I start, realizing how quiet my voice is and how hard it is to speak clearly. "You and Dean went to interview some people and Mick, Ketch, and me did the same. I remember leaving their house and walking out to the car..." I trail off, too unsure of how much I should reveal before learning whether it's a weird vision, or... a memory? I shake my head at the thought. It's simply impossible. I glance at Sam then Castiel while saying "I think that's all I can remember, sorry."

Sam gives a gentle smile just as the front door opens, revealing Dean, Ketch, and another person. He's the shortest out of all the men but has a confidence about himself, sandy blond hair that's longer than Dean's but shorter than Sam's, with beautiful whiskey colored eyes.

"Morning, Sunshine. Feeling any better?" Ketch asks, dragging my attention away from the newcomer.

"A little. My brain is still kinda foggy though. What happened?" I ask, looking between Mick and Ketch hoping they can help me discern reality from fiction.

"Well," Mick begins, "we had finished interviewing the Hutchersons and walked out to our car. I told you what Mrs. Hutcherson had told us about seeing a man and a child during a lightning storm, and you fainted."

He explained, taking a seat on my other side. I just stared at him for a while, trying to understand what had happened. I'm not a person who regularly faints, and this simply cannot be a coincidence.

"Okay, um thank you." I say, surprised at how numb I sound. "Also, who are you?" I ask, looking at the strange man sitting at the table with Dean.

He smirks and responds "I'm Gabriel, like the Archangel." He puts his hands next to his shoulders, waving them to mimic flying.

Dean rolls his eyes while Cas stares annoyed at Gabriel's actions. I guess that sort of makes them brothers?

"Naturally. Well, I'm y/n and didn't realize you were joining us." I tilt my head at Mick slightly and he makes a point to stare at Sam across from me.

"Yeah well neither did we." Dean speaks up, glancing at Cas.

The angel sighs and faces me "Gabriel was kidnapped by Asmodeus for his grace, a little over four months ago. Ketch used to work with him and was able to get Gabriel back to the bunker." I look to Ketch who looks down, almost in shame. Then to Gabriel who simply rests his head on his hand and shrugs. Cas continues, "I called Gabriel here since he deserves to be in on taking down Asmodeus, and it certainly won't hurt to have his help."

"But enough about me," Gabriel exclaims suddenly. He looks over to Sam, raising his hands up in question. Why can these idiots never just say what they need to say rather than act all secretive?

Sam takes a deep breath and turns slightly to better face me. "Y/n, I know you're not going to remember everything. But, " he pauses, searching my eyes while being careful to not give anything away.

"But...?" I prompt, looking around only to be met with Gabriel staring with anger towards me. Which is unbelievably rude and unfair, considering how I literally just met him.

"But, are you sure there's nothing else you can remember? Any detail or generic thing?" Sam finishes, with an understanding smile. I don't know what he could mean by that though, I mean, I was passed out for a long time and I don't think people can speak while being unconscious in that sense.

I shook my head no after thinking for a moment. Gabriel let's his head fall back in dramatic fashion while mumbling something under his breath.

"Sorry my answer isn't the one you wanted, Gabriel." His head snapped up and glared at me. What is this guy's problem? "But I barely remember even walking out to the car, let alone any specific details of our last interview."

"You're lying," Castiel said from the corner of the room, a perplexed look on his face. I wanted to ask what he meant but he continued, "you woke up in Ketch and Mick's car and described something very disturbing." I try not to shrink under the angel's condemning gaze; because I actually don't remember waking up at all until being in the motel. The disturbing thing I described, I don't think I will ever be able to forget.

"I don't remember that at all. I had no idea I woke up before five minutes ago."

Gabriel stands up and snaps his fingers in one motion and I immediately find myself in the backseat of the Impala with Castiel next to me.

"What the hell was that for?!" I say trying to steady myself from falling to one side or the other.

Castiel barely spares me a look and explains "Gabriel snapped us both here to have some kind of privacy I assume."

I try to open the door handle but Cas reaches over to grab my arm, and locks the door. He refuses to let go of me whether because of my continued swaying or because he thinks I could outrun him or something.

"Okay, and what exactly are you doing here? I wouldn't think he would want privacy from you if he's saying his piece."

Castiel finally releases my arm but gives no answer, and instead, looks out the window.

I do the same hoping that Gabriel and the Hunters don't take all day.

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(Back in the motel room)

Y/n and Cas had disappeared from the room thanks to Gabriel.

"Really, Gabe? You probably could've just asked them to leave the room for a minute." Sam says, exasperated with Gabriel already.

Gabriel takes a deep breath and slowly walks around the room, in deep thought.

Dean uncrosses his arms, letting them rest on either side of the motel chair while watching the archangel pace the room, waiting for an answer.

"What have you got to say that you didn't feel y/n or Cas should hear then?" Mick stands from the bed and asks, squaring his shoulders and walking towards Gabriel with annoyance.

Gabriel pauses his movements, stopping in front of Mick while saying, "Cas already knows what I'm gonna tell you, that's why he's with y/n right now." He turns back looking at Ketch. "She did just wake up after being knocked out for a few hours and I'd rather not be responsible for a casualty already."Gabriel brushes by Ketch to sit on the spot that he vacated. "And I doubt she would appreciate her being told how probable it is that she is this nephidemon we've been looking for."

The room falls silent as the Hunters process his words.

"And why exactly do you think this?" Sam asks Gabriel, a shocked expression on his face. "She literally volunteered to help us with this case without any kind of convincing from any of us. If she is the nephidemon, then wouldn't she want to get as far away from all of us as possible?"

Gabriel closes his eyes and leans his head against the bed's worn bed frame, "Sam, I can't put my finger on it but when I first saw her, she reminded me of Asmodeus all over again." He slowly opens his eyes, keeping them focused on the ceiling missing the spark within them. I can only assume that kind of trauma doesn’t leave a person - or archangel I guess unaffected.

"Well, try to. We have to figure this out now, or come up with a plan on testing her or something," Dean says, rubbing his temples still trying to understand how y/n could have played them all along. How she could have played Ketch and Mick for even longer.

Gabriel sighed saying, "I don’t know if this will make you feel better, I doubt she knows herself if she's related to Asmodeus. She doesn't act like him at all, and from what you've said she sounded confused, scared even by what happened when she passed out."

The group relaxes but only slightly. "How could she possibly not know?" Ketch thinks aloud, "and why would a single memory or hallucination suddenly reemerge right now?"

Gabriel only shrugs, not really being able to provide any kind of a possible answer or solution. Mick shakes his head and offers "He could have wiped her memory in order to protect her. That is why we initially thought the nephidemon would be here for so long." Dean slowly nods while Sam rubs his eyes in frustration. "And maybe Ketch describing what Mrs. Hutcherson saw triggered part of her memory to come back; why she passed out."

The men sat in silence, mulling over everything Gabriel brought up, before anyone could move to suggest anything further, the archangel snapped his fingers and slowly let his hand drop back down to the bed.

"Figured it might be smarter to ask her about it, maybe search her memory or something." He states, beginning to act a bit more normal, as they wait tensely for y/n and Cas to walk back through the door.

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one-shot-plus-size · 4 years ago

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True Love - Chapter 3

Something I published on my Wattpad account a few years ago, and now I've reworked and am publishing here.

Imagine :

She - a 23 year old girl who loves freedom and a man who will never be hers.

He - a 47 year old actor with a life that is not quite in order.

What happens when he realizes he has the diamond under his nose that he's been looking for all his life.

Pov Olivia

- Why did you take such a strange leave of absence? - Magda leaned out from behind the monitor.

- What do you mean? - I furrowed my eyebrows.

- Thursday is your last day at work, why not from Monday? - She was tapping her pen on the desk.

- Because on Friday I have a flight from Cracow to Chicago at 12:05, where I have to wait until 19:35 to fly to San Diego. There I am at 9:47 p.m., then back to my hotel and in the morning at Comic-Con.

- Well, that's logical - she smiled and returned to her seat.

- Yup - I nodded my head.

Friday 11:00 am

I sat quietly in the waiting room, pulled out my phone and turned on Whatsapp and a new message to Jeffrey. ( Jeffrey Dean Morgan).

💬 To Jeff : I am at the airport flying out in an hour, around 10:30 in the evening I should be at the hotel.

I scraped out a message to him and before I could put my phone in my pocket a reply came.

📲 From Jeff : Bubba is not expecting anything, he walks like a nailed dog even I feel a little sorry for him.

💬To Jeff : Just not a word, he wants him to have a surprise, calm him down a bit. I know you can!

📲 From Jeff : As always! I love you horrible woman ! 💙

💬To Jeff : I love you too old man

📲 From Jeff : Pff🤬

I laughed under my breath, put my phone in my pocket and headed to check-in after just a few minutes. Just to sit on the plane at 12. I had some time to sleep, put my headphones in my ears and drifted off. Nice lady stewardess woke me up before landing in Chicago. There I bought American phone card and went for a decent meal.

Pov Jeffrey

I looked over at Norman who was standing on the terrace smoking a cigarette. His thoughts kept running to Olivia, I could see it in his eyes. He was sad or maybe angry that she didn't want to see him. Sometimes it was hard to judge him, he rarely showed his true emotions. But his eyes betrayed him, and very often. I walked out to him and leaned my back against the railing.

- Dude don't worry so much - I looked at him.

- I'm not worried - he muttered under his breath and shrugged his shoulders.

- I can just see how you are not worried - I smiled widely.

- I don't understand why he doesn't want to come. We meet every year, every year we spend three weeks together, and this year she is somehow different.

- Maybe she fell in love and her partner doesn't approve - I lit a cigarette.

- I want her to fall in love, I want her to be happy, but I don't want a partner who forbids us to see each other. Who is this guy?

- Norman - I groaned - maybe he is jealous of you, look at yourself.

- I'm nothing special - he put out his cigarette - I'm going to bed.

I wanted to tell him that she would soon be in the same hotel as us but I promised to keep it to myself. At 10:30 I got a message.

📲Of Oli: I'm at the hotel, room 313.

💬 To Ola : I'm in 5 minutes.

He put the phone in his pocket and I put on my leather jacket.

- Bubba I'm leaving, I'll be back in a while - I shouted towards Norman's bedroom.

But no one answered me, Norman was probably either taking a shower or already asleep. I sighed and went to room 313. I knocked twice on the door and heard muffled footsteps and after a few seconds the door opened. Standing in it was Olivia, her blue hair flowing loosely over her shoulders. She was wearing a loose hoodie and tight jeans.

- Hey - she smiled tiredly.

- Hey baby - I took a step and hugged her tightly.

She cuddled into my body and a tired sigh came out of her mouth. I kissed her head and rubbed her back with my hands.

- Tired ? - I moved away slightly.

- A little - she breathed - Would you like something to drink?

- Maybe a quick drink? - I smiled widely.

- Fine - she nodded and moved towards the bar.

- Honey, you look good - I took off my jacket and threw it on the back of the sofa.

- What do you mean? - She opened the bottle of whisky.

- You just look good even though you still wear those baggy sweatshirts - I watched her movements.

- They're just comfortable and I don't have to bother choosing accessories. And I really don't feel like it lately - she sat down next to me with two glasses.

- Did something happen? - I took the glass from her and furrowed my eyebrows.

- Well, my ex turned out to be a dick and that's all - she shrugged her shoulders.

She leaned her elbows on her knees and drank the liquid from the glass in one gulp. I looked at the profile of her face, she didn't even wrinkle her eyebrows.

- Are you back to drinking? - I leaned towards her.

- Can we not talk about this now? I'm here for the first day and you're already doing my fucking interrogation - she looked at me.

- But promise me we'll come back to this conversation?

- I promise if you don't say anything to Norman - she stared into my eyes.

- I won't say a fucking word to him - I smiled slightly.

- Then we'll go back to this conversation - she nodded - how is he?

- He sulks like a teenager - I laughed.

- He hasn't replied to any of my messages, he's probably angry with me.

- I bet that when he sees you tomorrow all his anger will be gone - I kissed her on the temple - you know how he is when something doesn't go his way. And he really missed you and he's sorry.

Olivia took a breath and sank deeper into the couch.

- Hey - I poked her - don't pout yet you know that if you make puppy dog eyes he is able to forgive everything.

- I hope so - she smiled uncertainly.

- You know that if you make puppy dog eyes, he will be able to forgive everything - she smiled uncertainly - After all, he loves you - I poked her - and he can't stay mad at you for too long.

Olivia looked at me and I saw a blush on her cheeks. She set her glass down on the coffee table and snuggled into my side.

- I missed you, old man - she whispered.

- I missed you too girl - I put my arm around her.

Her head was resting under my chin, Olivia may not look like a woman we were used to. She wasn't skinny, she wasn't tall but her character made up for all her flaws. A person stops noticing her larger body stature after getting to know her. But she had one flaw, she was morbidly shy and that is why many people abandoned her. I got close to her only last year and only then I realized how big heart she has. And I want to keep her close because it's really worth it. I glanced at her, her eyes were closed and her breathing was steady. As she fell asleep, I gently pushed her away from me. I set the glass down and took her hands in mine wedding style. I headed to the bedroom, planted her on the bed holding her with my hands. I took off her sweatshirt, socks and pants, laid her on the bed and covered her with blankets.

- Sleep dear - I kissed her forehead and left her room.

I closed the door behind me and went to my room.

Pov Olivia

When I awoke to the sound of the alarm clock. I wiped my face with my hands and looked around the room. I was lying in bed in the bedroom of my rented apartment. I hit the phone and the alarm finally went off. I groaned wiping my face with my palms, I must have been drowsy last night. I threw my legs off the bed and pulled hard. I picked my phone up off the ground and opened a new message from Jeff.

📲 From Jeff : Remember that at 3 in the afternoon is our show, remember not to be late lazy !

I locked my device and shook my head. This man was impossible but that's what I loved him for. For the fact that he could listen, that he had more experience in life and could share it. He was different than Norman but after all, no two people are alike. Grabbed my phone and opened a new message to Jeff.

💬To Jeff : I hope your old bones didn't suffer when you carried me to bed.💙 Thank you, I'm not late, I'm never late.

I put my phone down on the bedside table, grabbed my clothes and headed to the shower. I had to prepare myself properly to greet my long lost friend.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was always careful about what I wore, I had to mask my excess weight somehow. I combed my hair and dried it into a bun.

Just a quick breakfast and I was ready to go. I took an Uber and after just a few minutes I found myself in front of the San Diego Convention Center. Thanks to Jeffrey's kindness I had VIP ticket so I could enter everywhere. Therefore, I went to the hall out of turn, hung around my neck badge with name and level of availability. The first thing that caught my eye was the amount of people dressed up. Cosplay was ubiquitous here, I slipped my glasses over my hair and admired their creators. People were really imaginative and I stopped at one or three stalls to buy some interesting things. Eventually I got to the place where The Walking Dead actors were, I kept my distance so none of them would recognize me. No one knew I was here, except Jeffrey of course. I watched Norman interact with the fans, his face lit up with a smile from ear to ear. He was snapping pictures with them, signing T-shirts and many other things. I smiled to myself, I loved how open he was with his fans. I took a breather and wandered around the neighborhood and at 2:30 I was already sitting in my seat in the hall where the conference was to be held.

📲Of Jeff : are you ?

💬Do Jeff : Third row, fourth seat from the left. From the middle aisle.

📲From Jeff : Divine, he wants to see Bubba's face.

I smiled under my breath, at exactly three o'clock the host started her show. She was smiling all the time under her breath, my hands started sweating strangely, I rubbed them on my pants. The first to enter was the director, then Andrew Lincoln, Jeffrey Dean Morgan and finally Norman Reedus, followed of course by the rest of the crew. I had the impression that Jeffrey immediately sought me out with his eyes. He smiled broadly and nodded slightly. I smiled back and also nodded slightly. Jeffrey looked up at me every now and then smiling. Halfway through the performance Jeffrey poked Lincoln and whispered something in his ear. Andrew lifted his head and looked around the front rows and a wide grin appeared on his lips from ear to ear. Lincoln slaps Norman hard on the shoulder, the man crouches down and mutters something under his breath. Andrew leans into his ear and whispers something. And his body tense up, he slides his hat down over his face and shifts his gaze around the audience. His eyes stopped on me, smiling broadly. Eventually, he smiled too.

Andrew watched his friend's reaction, smiling slightly. Norman pulled out his phone, and moments later mine vibrated in his pocket.

📲Of Norm : I'm gonna strangle you 🎈

#Norman Reedus #norman #reedus #norman imagine #olivia #true love #norman & olivia #norman x olivia

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word-scribbless · 5 years ago

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Good Enough part 3

Part 1 | Part 2

Masterlist

X female reader

Y/N woke up that morning startled by the fact that Aaron wasn’t next to her. She slowly realized, as she woke up that it was her wedding day. She had stayed at Emily’s with the rest of her wedding party so they could all get ready together.

It was finally here! The day she would marry the man of her dreams. By the end of the day she’d officially be a hotchner along with the 2 men that made her the happiest in the world; Aaron and Jack.

She got up from the couch she had slept on to see that everyone but Emily was still sleeping. She went down the hall to find her maid of honor. Emily was the logical choice for the role being the reason she had met Aaron in the first place. Emily had worked with Y/N at Interpol before she had become a linguistics specialist at NCIS and Emily had come to the BAU.

She found Emily in the kitchen making coffee.

“Hey there soon to be Mrs Y/L/N-Hotchner.” Emily greeted.

“Good morning my maid of honor! I have a favor to ask you” y/n said handing her two envelopes; one labeled Aaron and one Jack. Emily smiles as she took the letters and poured her coffee.

The girls had finished their hair and makeup and made their way to the venue where the men were already getting ready. Y/N was touching up her make up and had just gotten into her dress with the help of JJ when there was a knock on the door.

Penelope opened the door and called Y/N over who was met by a smiling Rossi, tears forming in his eyes as he saw her. “Oh honey! You look beautiful and I can’t think of a better woman for Aaron.” He said as Y/N smiled and wiped her own tears.

“I’m not here to walk you down the aisle just yet. Your groom and son would like you to have this mi Bella.” He said handing her an envelope.

Y/N laughed thinking about the letters she had written to them.

She thanked Rossi, closing the door and walking over to the closest chair. She readied herself for tears as she opened the letter.

“Don’t worry I made sure it was all waterproof” Jessica said, referring to y/n’s makeup as she saw her picking up the tissues.

She pulled out the first of 2 papers

My Dearest Y/N,

I know that I will stand in front of you and say vows but we both know I’m not always the most articulate when it comes to feelings in front of anyone but you. Today is a day I never thought I deserved, Especially after losing Haley. Then you blew into our lives and turned everything upside down in the best way. Y/N when I met you I didn’t think I deserved to be this happy, and then you smiled at me and I realized I had no choice. I could never be anything but happy and at peace around you.

While it hasn’t always been a smooth road, I can’t say it hasn’t been easy, because loving you is the easiest thing in the world for me. You and Jack make my life worth living. While most of our friends know me to be stoic, the thought of you has always been able to make me smile. Your love terrifies me in the most beautiful way and I want you for always. Jack and I are so lucky to have you and we promise to always do our best to show you that every day. I can’t wait to see you walk down that aisle to us and have you choose us you be your family. I love you my sweet Y/N, thank you for being mine and for having Jack and I to be yours. Always remember you will forever be more than enough for us!

Forever and ever yours,

Aaron

Y/N wiped her tears and smiled as she held the letter to her chest.

“God, I love him” she said being met by a chorus of awwwws.

She opened the next folded piece of paper to see a letter in Jack’s large handwriting. She smiled seeing that he wrote her a letter all by himself, at 8 years old he was sure to have spelling mistakes but wanted this letter to be just his and y/n’s.

Dear momma,

I can’t wait to see you marry daddy and become part of our family. Even though it feels like you have been for a long time. I love you so much and I will forever and ever. I know that you will always let me love and talk about my mommy with you but I also love that you want to be my mom too. Thank you for making my daddy smile again and making him come home more. I love you forever momma!

LOVE JACK

Y/N wiped her tears and turned to her friends.

“Let’s go ladies! I don’t want to wait another minute to be a hotchner !”

While Y/N was reading her letters, Aaron was in a smaller room with his groomsman getting ready. Emily knocked on the door and handed Aaron and Jack their letters.

“You and your future wife are already thinking alike” she laughed before she headed back to Y/N.

Aaron smiled and picked his son up to sit on his lap handing him his letter to help him read it.

My sweet Jack,

Thank you oh so much for letting me into your life, accepting me as your momma, and letting me love both you and your daddy. I will never ever replace your mommy but I WILL always love and support you in everything you do. Jack you are an amazing young man and I can’t wait to see what you do in life. I will always be one of your #1 fans (I tie with your dad) but never get too big to give me hugs okay? See you soon handsome! Make sure daddy doesn’t cry too much :P

Love always

Your momma.

Jack gave his dad a big hug.

“I can’t wait to see how pretty momma looks. Thank you for sharing her with me daddy!” He said causing Aaron to hold back his happy tears as jack ran over to “help” Spencer and Morgan get ready.

Aaron looked up at Rossi with tear eyes and smiled as he opened his letter.

My sweet sweet Aaron,

I will never be able to put into words how much this day and your love mean to me. I know I will say my vows soon, but there are so many things I only want to tell you at this moment. Aaron, you and Jack are my shining stars, my true north, my greatest treasures. The love you show me every day is more than I could ever have dreamt of.

I know that loving someone new was not an easy feat for either of you and I am beyond thankful that you both let me in your lives and hearts. Aaron you knew from day one that I would never ever replace Haley. What you and jack had with her was special. And lasting, and all your own. I want to thank you for letting me get to know her through you both and for trusting me with your and her, greatest treasure, Our Jack.

I promise to always love you both forever. Even when I’m mad at you I will always tell jack you’re my super hero and in my heart you truly are. I have never met a man as special, strong, and loving as you and I love that I get to walk down the aisle to you today.

With love for always

Your bride.

Rossi came over to hand Aaron a tissue as he got up. They were ready to get set up.

“Dave, what did I ever do in this life to deserve that woman?” He asked

“You love her Aaron, that’s all she needs and wants.” He patted his friend on the back and led him to the door.

The wedding was beautiful and everything they both hoped for. Y/n and Rossi walked down the aisle to a beaming Hotch and a giddy jack. They exchanged vows and rings. Y/N and Aaron made vows to jack, and there was not a dry eye in the house. Y/N couldn’t wait to kiss Aaron and hug her son for the first time as an official hotchner. The day was everything they could have ever imagined and they got to celebrate their love and future with each other and their family.

#criminal minds imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #aaron hotchner x imagine #aaron hotchnerx reader #aaron hotchner fanfic

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wolfs-hunt1 · 4 years ago

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Power hungry (04/04)

Summary: When your coven sisters find a way to keep using your powers and keep your life they try anything in the books to get it, even if it means killing someone else in the process. But something happens unexpectedly, he happened so unexpectedly, Chase Collins. Would you be willing to go along with him to have some happiness or will you just do what you are told by your sisters?

Pairings: Chase Collins x reader

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Not beta-read, so sorry for any mistake you encounter.

Good readings!

obs: gif not mine

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It’s early morning when Morgan returns to your room, she seems to be pissed at something, you just hoped it wasn’t at you still.

“What happened?” you ask, getting up from the chair near your windowsill.

“What happened?! Your dear Chase is also a son of Ipswich, and worse he’s also after Caleb’s powers!” Chase, a son of Ipswich? Then that meant… that he used you and your information about Morgans’ plan. When he said he would help you, he meant help himself!

“I need to get to Caleb before Chase does. And I know just how to.” you look suspiciously at her. What was she planning on doing? “Edith will stay here with you. I can’t have your sweetheart messing with my plans.”

The day goes on, the crackling energy of what’s to come heavy in the air, making the hairs in the back of your head stand out, chills running down your back. Edith chats with you to kill the silence. Apparently Kate had been rushed to the hospital the night before, and when Poge tried to go to her, had an accident. Edith said Chase had caused it, and that he might have been the one to case all the darklings to hunt the guys. He was in on it since the very beginning.

“What is Morgan’s plan this time?”

“I can’t tell you tall (Y/N), you know that. She told me to just make sure he wouldn’t get to us. Or you in this case. Our success depends on it.”

“I’m not going anywhere, he was just using me to get Caleb’s powers and Morgan out of the way.”

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Morgan, Edith and Vera were waiting for a phone call on their hidden alcove on the campus. Morgan had texted Chase a few minutes ago, saying they had something of his, and if he wanted it back they could negotiate. It didn’t take long for her phone to ring, Chase’s name displayed on the screen.

“Yes?” she sings out sweetly.

“Drop your pretenses little viper. Were’s (Y/N)?”

“Now, now, is that any way to talk to a girl? I would take a lighter tone, after all, her life is on my hands for as long as I want to.” Chase sighs on the other end and seems to relent.

“What do you want in return?”

“Let’s talk business then. You are after Colin’s power, but so am I, and if you wanna see her ever again, you’ll help me get them to myself.” she’s twirling a piece of hair between her fingers, confidence dripping out of every pore.

“And if I don’t? What if I get his powers just to myself and come after you? What then?”

“If you ever do that and lay a finger on me, say goodbye to her. I will not hesitate to kill her.” there’s a long pause on his end, so long Morgan starts to worry he had hanged up on she hears him again.

“Fine, as you will it. Meet me at the Putnam barn tonight.” she hangs up the fone and after a few seconds, a grin spreads across her painted lips.

“I told you, girls, he would crack if we threatened (Y/N).”

“But… We aren’t really going to hurt (Y/N) right?” Vera asks unsure of Morgans’ real intentions. Since she had found that mention in an old moth-eaten book about stealing someone’s powers, she had been behaving more aggressively towards them all. So knowing if she would really hurt one of her coven sisters was important.

“Vera! I’m hurt you even thought that. I would never, and that’s why I asked Edith to stay with (Y/N). Chase is crafty, I can’t have him taking her from us and hurting her. He clearly put a spell on her so she would fall for him. We need to help her snap out of it.”

“Why would Tyler warn us about Chase thought?” Gwen asks.

“I guess that even with all our fights they don’t exactly want us getting hurt. Besides he’s mostly like (Y/N) if he can stay out of it he will.” Vera answers, some color blossoming on to her cheeks.

“It’s him isn’t it, the mysterious boy you’ve been sneaking out whit!” Gwen sais this in an accusatory tone, but giggles right after. “You two are cute together.” Vera looks down in embarrassment, and then slowly up to look at Morgan.

“You aren’t mad, right?”

“Honestly I still hate their guts. But we would all be in danger if it wasn’t for him so I’ll tolerate it. Although with what we will be doing I don’t know if he’ll want to be with you again. You aren’t chickening out from our plan, right?”

Vera looks down, thinking about what to do, but Morgan doesn’t let her much time for thinking.

“Fine, I’ll go there myself, you go to the dance with your sweetheart. And you can go back to your sister. I’ll be just fine on my own.” she storms out, not letting any of the two talk her out of it.

‘If I want anything done I gotta do it myself’ she grumbles to herself, while walking to her car and driving away. Once she got home her mother presented her with a pink cake and a hug.

“Almost time, just a few more minutes and you’ll be 18.” she says proudly.

“Just a few more minutes and I’ll ascend.”

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“(Y/N), are you sure you’ll be fine on your own?” Edith asks unsure of leaving you and defying Morgan.

“You promised Jason you would go with him to the dance, don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine here on my own. And I promise no to tell Morgan about it. She won’t need to know.” at this Edith nods and moves to hug you before leaving the room to go to the dance. You turn around to go and lay down on the bed when the appearance of Chase right in front of you makes you scream until he puts his hand in front of your mouth and makes your back hit the wall.

“Shhh. No need to scream baby, I won’t hurt you.” he tries to kiss you, but you push him, and move away from the wall.

“What are you doing here?” you cross both of your arms over your chest, “I don’t ever want to see your manipulative face ever again. Go. Go!”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I know you’ve been using me just to get to know Morgans plans for Caleb, and I’m done! All that talk of being myself and not follow every order of others, you were just trying to make me trust so so I would tell you what she was planing.”

“What? No, baby, no that’s not it. Yes, I knew from the beginning you girls were like us, but I never tried to manipulate you. Ever. I didn’t plan on it, but I fell for you, hard, and so I tried to get every bit of your attention I could get. The fact you told me Morgan was also planning on taking Caleb’s powers was coincident, I never manipulated you into telling me that. In fact, she’s the one manipulating me now, she’s making me help her get Caleb’s powers or she said she’d hurt you. I only came here to take you so that nothing would happen to you, I couldn’t forgive myself if I ever let anything happen to you.” you were stunned speechless. He hadn’t used you, but you were being used against him by Morgan.

They were both after Caleb’s powers. They were addicted to it and wanted more and more to satiate their cravings. They were power hungry, and that made them irrational sometimes. Morgan didn’t care for consequences to her or your coven to get the power, and Chace, he had literally sent Katy and Poge to the hospital.

“Come with me, let me protect you, let’s be free together, with no one to tell us what to do, we make our own rules.” he extends his hand at you, looking at you expectantly waiting for an answer. When you don’t answer him or make to move he retreats his hand. “It’s ok I’ll let you think about it. I’ll be at Putnam’s barn tonight where it all ends for Chase, one way or another. I’ll wait for you until sunrise, if you don’t show up I’ll have my answer, and I’ll leave.” when you blink next, he’s gone from the spot he was on.

You had your mind racing, and you couldn’t even make out your own thoughts from how fast they were going. There was too much information. Too much at risk. Leave with him, or stay with your coven. Your head was starting to hurt, so you move to lay down on the plush cover of your bed. You looked at your clock, it read 10:17pm, you had to make a decision, without a car it was still a long walk to the barn. IF you did decide to go with him that is.

You sigh heavily after a few minutes. You couldn’t deny that you were attracted to Chase, and he did make you feel like on top of the world. And you would also be able to call up your friends whenever not having to abandon the coven at all. Besides, it would happen sooner or later, you’ve all started looking into universities, and not all of you were going for the same. Just a matter of time.

Making up your mind you grab your jacket and leave the room, making your way through the corridors to the frigid night air. You hasten your pace, a few drops of rain splashing on your cheeks. You are almost to the barn when you hear a low crash and look up just in time to see a body being flung out of the broken window, crashing to the ground unceremoniously and staying down. You are getting closer when you hear Chase and see in getting out of the barn.

“Just say the words. Say the words, and it’s all over.” Chase kneels over Caleb and grabs at his neck, bringing their faces closer “C'mon, say it! Say the words!” the next thing you know Caleb is sending Chase though the air with a kick and getting back up again. Morgan comes out of the barn and throws a blast at Chase.

“You aren’t getting rid of me so easily!” Chase easily deflects it, but you can see Morgan readying another attack.

“Stop this madness all of you!” you scream at them making your presence known. But for the most part, they seem to ignore it, Chace and Caleb continuing to throw blows at each other, one reflected blast landing close to where you were standing before.

“Dont you dare interfere (Y/N), you should have stayed locked in your room!” Morgan screams at you, stopping her attacks for a few seconds to look at you. But your attention is soon diverted to Chase when he goes flying in the air, landing near the barn. You run up to him almost slipping on the muddy ground.

“Chase! Chase are you alright?” he looks at you and grins before getting up and starting to run at Caleb, trowing bore blows his way. Caleb manages to stop one of them when lighting hits him straight in the chest. The bubble on his hands flashes a different color and your eyes widen, while he throws it at Chase.

“NO!” you scream running in the direction of Chase to try and stop the blow, but it was too late, it had fazed trough him, throwing him in your direction and exploding in the air, enveloping the both of you in a sea of red flames. Disappearing as fast as it had appeared.

“(Y/N)? Where are they?” Morgan asks stunned, moving to the place her friend had stood just before she disappeared. She turned to Caleb a vicious look on her face. “You! What did you do to them?!” she runs in his direction, tears mingling with the rain, banging on his chest until her sobs take over.

The fire in the barn was soon put out by the fire department, both Sarah Caleb and Morgan where examing and released after major scratches had been patched up. The sun was rising slowly in the horizon and the rain had more than stoped. A fireman comes closes to you, dirt and aches covering his face.

“We search the entire area, we didn't find anybody.”

“What?” Morgan’s raspy voice lets out.

“How can that be?” asks Sarah. Caleb looks at her before answering.

“I don’t know.” and driving off.

#x reader #chase collins #fluff #Chase Collins x reader #romance #witches #fem reader #my writing

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disdaidal · 4 years ago

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For the Shipper Questions: 2, 4, 20 and 25

2. Talk about three of the most important ships throughout your life.

1) Uruha/Aoi (the GazettE) - Somewhere between 2017-2010, I used to read and write jrock rps on LJ - and I actually did that for quite a few jrock bands then. Aoiha however became my biggest OTP and an obsession, so I wrote it for quite a bit (well, I shipped Aoi with others too, but yeah.) I also made some really good online friends around that time. In fact I met my now ex-gf while we were both writing Aoiha fiction and we started roleplaying them together as well. Then last year I actually traveled to another country to finally meet another friend of mine whom I also became friends with during this jrock era.

So an important ship? Hell yes. I’d also like to mention Die/Shinya (Dir en grey) as well because I think that was literally the first non-oc ship that I ever wrote for.

2) KieferLou - Ah yes, these two gentlemen. After seeing them together in “Young Guns” & “Young Guns II”, as well as “Renegades” (after learning they’d acted together there too), I really couldn’t help myself. I remember how obsessed with them I was and how I was so desperate to find so many movies with them as I possibly could. And ended up watching some pretty horrid shit, too (yes, Lou, I’m looking at you). I also remember finding an old Yahoo! group for their ship and a fanzine, and I felt blessed when the admin of that group still responded to me! Sadly though, I could never get my hands on this particular zine but I was still thankful that I even got a response to begin with.

I did write a couple of pieces of fanfiction for them back in the day as well. One was a series of drabbles which I actually posted to my LJ and another was some smutty piece that I never got to finish (who knows, maybe some day I will :)).

I also have a tag in my blog called the “gayest action movie ever”, which is specifically reserved for Renegades. >XD

3) Harringrove - While I have only been into this ship/fandom for a few months now, it has already made such a huge impact on me. I’ve been more active in this fandom than I’ve been on in any fandom for years now, have already talked to quite a few people here on Tumblr and on a Discord group as well. I even started writing a couple of fics for this ship (I still have that one pending prompt too, I intend to finish it very much, thank you). And I’ve been actively rp:ing this ship since October and we’re still very much excited for it.

This ship/fandom has really helped me cope through this tough autumn and winter, especially after my nearly whole last year was filled with depression and and fatigue. And no, corona wasn’t helping with that at all. So I’m really glad to be part of this fandom now. :=))

4. What’s your current NOTP? I’m not sure if I currently have any NOTPs really, I usually try to avoid unpleasant ships with my best ability.

But if I had to choose some - and absolutely no ship bashing here, you do you <3 -, I’m not a huge fan of Billy/Nancy. I just don’t see any real chemistry between Billy and Nance, I’m sorry.

And in The 100... okay, so the main reason why I even started watching the show is that there was so much hype around Clexa (Clarke/Lexa) at the time. And well umm... I may be the villain for saying this but I actually didn’t like their relationship. I understand why people ship them (it’s a lesbian canon after all) but there was just too much... nope for me in their relationship.

I also don’t care much for Becho (Bellamy/Echo) or Memori (Murphy/Emori) either. I don’t hate them but I don’t care about them either.

20. Talk about a ship you feel alone in shipping. As you know, my dear friend, I feel so lonely in shipping Morgan/Erkki. Who doesn’t love a good Norwegian crime story, in which a bank robber kidnaps a schizophrenic patient and then takes them into the cabin in the woods so that the two of them could spend some romantic time together? I mean, what’s not to love there?

There were also a couple of ships back in my jrock era that I felt very much alone in shipping. I wrote and published a couple of fanfictions for them too, but yeah.

25. Have you ever shipped a pairing before you even started watching the show/movie simply because of gifs and graphics or similar? Like I said I pretty much started to watch The 100 for Clexa, though I ended up not shipping them after all. I’ve also seen a lot of gifs of the movie The Old Guard and so far I’ve liked what I’ve seen (gotta watch that movie sometime). And I do have a memory of shipping Carlos/Jill even before I even watched any lets plays for Resident Evil 3 Remake. So naturally, I bought the game even though it was expensive and have already played it through 3 times.

But yeah, umm... Usually I only get invested in ships after watching something for some time. I’m not that easily influenced into things in general cause it takes me time to warm up to them (and this applies to most things in my life, so xD).

40 questions - Meme for Shippers

#morewyckedthanyou #replies #sorry if my answers are messy and full of mistakes #i took a nap after school and i've only been awake for a couple of hours now xD #ask games #meme for shippers #shipping

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iwantutobehapppier · 6 years ago

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Convalescence

This is the final part of Just Ask series. Read before you continue: Just Ask, You Belong, Mine and A Habit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky x Reader if you squint eyes

Summary: Three months since everyone came back from the snap. You find yourself living your life out in seclusion. Trying to manage your life’s new challenges until an unlikely visitor comes to set in motion the end or maybe the beginning?

Warnings: Endgame spoilers for sure, cunnilingus, and cursing. 18 an older only, do not read if under the age of 18. This isn’t for everyone, if any of these situations bother you please read no further.

Word Count: 8,393 *Shit got out of control okay?*

A/N: This wont be super smutty in fact the smut that is there is kind of soft. Meh I am trying a softer happier ending than I had first written. This would not have taken so long except I was trying to cover some time line plus I wrote 3 different endings. Maybe one day I’ll share the other two.

You turned your head out the giant bay window laying in the perfect temperature bubble bath. The night sky was gorgeous, being out in the mountains allowing every star to shine and twinkle it’s brightest. Soft sigh escaped your lips as you looked at your pruned hands, maybe it was time to get out but having time to yourself was so rare lately.

You walked into your room patting your hair dry, a sad smile tugged at your lips as your gaze fell on the picture of you, Tony, and a very pregnant Pepper decorating one of your bookshelves. After you left the compound you came to Tony seeking solace, he never made you tell him what happened but certainly made his guesses. You played midwife to Pepper as thanks and getting the gift of seeing Tony in a way you never thought, fatherhood.

It wasn’t until a year or so later that he helped you find the land and build a paradise of your own. You wanted to stay with them more than anything but the risk of Steve and everything else was too much so you took the chance to go into full seclusion. When Tony told you the plan three months ago to reverse the snap it took all your restraint not to help but you didn’t have the luxury of a spouse like Tony did. No you had to do everything on your own, not that you regretted a single moment.

Tony had given his life for everyone else’s, who knew he’d make that ultimate sacrifice for everyone but truly it was for Morgan. She was his second chance, and what beautiful second chance she was. You had attended the funeral but only after certain arangements were made. You could feel Steve’s eyes on you the entire time as you stood beside Happy. It wasn’t until you were talking with Bucky after everything had winded down that he finally approached you.

“Steve made me come, I don’t think Tony would have wanted me here,” Bucky confessed uncomfortable at the whole situation and feeling under dressed. You patted his flesh arm smiling up at him.

“I don’t think it matters, you’re here more for Steve than anything.” He nodded in agreement, his focus shifting to something behind you. Looking back you could Steve making his way towards the two of you. Taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself, while you knew this was bound to happen seeing him again left your emotions raw and bubbling at the surface. You would keep composure after all it was Tony’s funeral and you would not make a scene even if Tony himself would have found it funny.

“Captain Rogers,” you spoke even toned, Steve’s brow furrowing. There was a silence that settled between the two of you but neither of you breaking eye contact.

“I’m going to go…” Bucky started and clapped his hands together “anywhere but here.” walking off before you could persuade him to stay.

“You look great” “It’s good to see you,” speaking over each other then abruptly stopping with an awkward laugh. You gestured for him to go first but ever the gentleman he refused. “You first.”

“I was just saying it’s good to see you,” you smiled softly up at him, his brow unfurrowing for the first time since he walked up. His features kinder than they had been in many years, he looked happy again you noticed. The warmth you felt in your heart couldn’t be helped; you only wanted him to be happy. He started with saying your name, it had been so long since anyone said your name the way he did. You found the way your heart fluttered bothersome.

“You look great, better than ever.” He took your left hand but froze as his fingers felt the ring. “I guess the years have been kind to you, generous even.” He brought your hand up and looked at the simple one diamond silver ring. “Is he to thank for your glow?” you blushed at his words feeling senseless as you did.

“You could say that,” you kept it vague knowing full well the ring was a lie, it was just easier in the end to keep up the facade. Even though part of you longed to tell him everything you knew nothing good would come of it. He squeezed your hand with a painful smile before releasing.

“I hope he gives you everything.” The meaning behind his words not missed by you at all, “Is he-“ Steve paused looking away from you, “Is he why you didn’t join in the fight against Thanos?”

“Um, well that-” Thor called your name out walking up to you with Clint and a huge smile on Thor’s face. It had been years since you had seen each other. A laugh bubbled up from your throat as Thor picked you up and swung you around. With that Steve was gone and you were saved by the God of Thunder from having to lie.

“Where in the nine-realms have you been?” Thor sat you down, barely noticing Steve’s departure but Clint watched him walk away with interest. “We could have used your skill on the battlefield. I know I would have loved to fight along your side once more!” You were not able to stop smiling at Thor’s booming voice, not realizing how much you had missed everyone.

“Well I’m afraid my battle days are long behind me,” Thor frowned but only for a moment he hand resting on your shoulder gently. “Then rest easy my dear friend. I hope you have found your peace.” He squeezed your shoulder for a moment.

“We shall have to drink and catch up before we go our separate ways once more.” You were going to refuse Thor’s offer but he was walking off towards Banner and Steve talking to one another. Your heart squeezed seeing the three of them together knowing Tony should be right there.

“When are you going to stop lying about the ring?” Clint’s question shook you out of your thoughts.

“Excuse me?” Clint smirked at your attempts to play dumb.

“Listen you can fool them,” his hand gestured over to the three, “All day long but you and I both know you could never lie like…” he wouldn’t say her name would he? You pulled him into a hug, at first he was too shocked but melted into your embrace wrapping his arms around you.

“I-” your words caught in your throat his arm tightened around you and the tears began to fall, rubbing your face into his shoulder you could feel Clint take in a shuttering breath.

“They gave their lives so we could have ours,” Clint’s voice was so soft and quivery but you heard him. Steve was watching worrying his lip as you began to cry and almost went towards you before Banner grabbed his shoulder.

“When are you going back to wherever it is you are now?” Clint asked once you both pulled apart wiping your respect eyes.

“Pretty soon, I can’t be gone for too long,” Clint raised an eyebrow in question but you let it go unanswered.

“I suppose I can’t ask too much I understand wanting to keep things to yourself,” you smiled at his words; you weren’t sure how you could leave this bunch again.

“Before I go I promise I’ll let you know where you can find me if the need arises.” Clint pulled you into a playful hug messing with your hair at your whining of him being too sappy.

You curled into your big bed, the past still dancing around in your mind as you slept.

It was the following morning of your evening spent reflecting on the past that a very adamant small hand was furiously shaking you.

“Mom,” the whisper which was not truly a whisper pulled you out of your dreamless sleep.

“Mom.” The voice rose this time with an annoyed inflection. You rolled over to see the bright sky blue eyes peering at you under a head of messy long golden blonde hair.

“Olivia, why are you up already?”

“Because the sun is out duh,” her sass too much this early, you grabbed her and pulled her over you to tickle her. She shrieked then giggled trying to get free herself of your grip.

“You going to sass your mom huh?” you jeered, Olivia continuing to struggle free.

“Mom, there’s a man though.” You abruptly stopped to look down at her in confusion. “What man?”

“At the door,” You sat up straight at her words, panic starting to set in.

“You didn’t let him in did you?” trying to sound calm as can be to not worry your sweet little girl.

“No” she dragged the no out, smiling up at you. You patted her head while kissing her forehead.

“Well why don’t you stay here while mommy gets dressed and meets this man?” Olivia nodded enthusiastically at you. Going to your bedside table she used the interface of the house turning the TV on in your room to cartoons while you got dressed.

“He’s got a shiny arm,” your daughter spoke absentmindedly staring at the T.V.

“What was that honey?” pulling your shirt over your head.

“Man at the door. His arm it’s all shiny.” You gulped, oh great that could definitely only be one person after all. You leaned over and kissed her on the forehead again.

“Stay upstairs,” you went towards the bedroom door and turned around “Don’t rot your brain.”

“Uh-hu” never taking her eyes off the T.V. you rolled your eyes at your four year old as you made your way downstairs to the front door of your mountain cottage.

You could see his outline through the door, and yes the shiny arm. Well you couldn’t just stand there forever and it was foolish to think the Winter Soldier wouldn’t find you. He more than likely pressured the last person who knew of your whereabouts outside of Pepper. Even Bucky wouldn’t harass a widow. Poor Clint.

Quickly you opened the door, leaning against the frame in attempts to obstruct his view for inside.

“Now how did you find yourself all the way out here?” Bucky turned around and smiled brightly at you.

“You know how it goes; you take a wrong turn here and then miss your exit, bam you’re in the mountains at the front door of your best friend’s ex.” You snorted in response.

“Let’s cut to the chase, Steve send you to find me? Pretty sure I told him to never do so.”

“You get divorced?” He ignored you in turn asking his own question throwing you off. “Huh?” He nodded his head to your hand against resting the door frame, you cursed under your breath forgetting to put the fake wedding ring on before answering the door.

“Though I would think if you had been married and living out here where you clearly spend enough time outside to get a bit of a tan there should be a line.” Your eyes narrowed at his deduction.

“Did Steve send you?” You gritted out between clenched teeth.

“Steve is gone,” your eyebrows raised. “G-gone?” tears pricked your eyes.

“Well not like that – at least I don’t think so,” He trailed off looking over your head, quickly standing on your tiptoes trying to block his field of vision. “A lot of dishes in that sink for one person though.” His voice coming off like he was talking to himself.

“I’m lazy and don’t always want to do the dishes,” he smirked down at you. “If there was one thing you and Steve definitely had it common it was being very clean. No I suspect those are dishes from last night.” Your eyes narrowed, having enough of this game of clue.

“So, Steve is gone but not gone like what?” You tried to steer the two of you back on topic.

“Time travel stuff, its way beyond me, he went to take the stones back and never came back. Pissed Sam off, that was funny. I’m thinking he went back to the 1940’s.” He paused looking down at you with a side smirk, resting a hand on his stomach.

“I’m hungry, got any of your famous banana pancakes? Steve would not shut up about those most mornings”

“Anana Pancakes!” Olivia cheered from the top of the stairs, your eyes widened with fear looking up at Bucky who just kept smirking at you.

“Now who is that little voice I hear?” You groaned, it was inevitable now, stepping into the house you let Bucky through. His eyes went straight to find the source of the voice up the stairs but whatever he thought he was going to see was not the reality of it all.

He breathed in deep and stood still, those blue eyes unmistakable, and blonde hair shining as the morning sun bounced off it through the windows. He looked back to you, then back at your sweet little toddler heading down the stairs one step at a time begging for pancakes.

“Weren’t you supposed to stay upstairs and watch cartoons,” you gave Olivia a side eye but it softened at her gap toothed smile.

“Yeah but pancakes?” You groaned and picked Olivia up as she cheered knowing you were giving in.

Bucky followed behind still silent, watching every move and noise Olivia made. You sat her down on the counter and began to pull out all the needed ingredients for ‘anana pancakes’.

It wasn’t until you were mixing the batter together that Bucky seemed to finally come out of his stupor. “Did Steve know?”

You looked back to Olivia who was humming along to a tune in her head watching your mixing intently. “Honey could you go outside for a bit? Mommy wants to talk with her friend while she makes pancakes. I’ll give you extra bananas if you do.” Olivia nodded her head in vigorous agreement.

“Bye momma, bye shiny man!” She waved while making her way outside, Bucky giving a baffled half wave. Once you felt she was a safe distance outside you continued.

“No, he didn’t. I didn’t even know until 6 months after I left. Tony and Pepper pushed me to take a test and there it was something I thought I’d never have in my life.” You chuckled lightly, “Tony made some joke about warrior super soldier sperm.” Shaking your head somberly at the thought of Tony, an ache settling in your chest.

“I didn’t want him to know, Tony struggled keeping it to himself but I made him promise to never say anything. I left before Steve could ever come around to find out. He was in a bad place and while I know he never meant to hurt me I couldn’t put us at risk.” You began to heat the griddle.

“Part of me wanted to keep her from him as some sort of punishment, he took everything else. At the very least I got to keep her.”

“You should have never kept this from him. He would have never-”

“What? Gone back to Peggy? Got his happy ending he so desperately needed? Stop being Captain America and just be Steve?” you shook your head.

“He deserved to know, he loved you with everything in him”

“Then why did he take everything from me?” Your voice waivered, trying to keep yourself in check, there had been years of talk therapy to deal with everything you had been through before and with Steve but it didn’t make the pain go away completely.

“Steve told me what he did in great detail, and I am in no way justifying him. I never knew he had it in him,” Bucky paused “No that’s a lie he was different for a long time after everything happened between him and Tony” you nodded in agreement “But he deserves to know he is a father.”

“Was,” you corrected. “What?” Bucky gave you a confused look. “He went to the past more than likely he’s dead or close to it so he was a father.” He growled at you, oddly making you miss Steve in a way you cared not to dwell on.

“I find out my best friend has a kid he never knew about and you want to get into semantics and syntax?!”

You sighed and silence reigned over the two of you as you flipped the pancake over and preparing to start a new one. This was not going to be easy to get through; you could feel Bucky’s animosity rolling off him.

“I know it was wrong,” you whispered out continuing making pancakes as if nothing was happening, as if this wasn’t a conversation you never wanted to have. “I’ve told her all about him. She knows her dad is Captain America, she knows her dad loves her but that,” you paused not proud of yourself for any of this. “But that to keep us safe he couldn’t visit.” You didn’t dare look back to see Bucky’s face at your confession.

Silence reigned over the kitchen as you finished cooking. Calling out for Olivia you couldn’t help but smile hearing her hurried feet against the porch floorboards. Even with all the pain that led to her, there was a part of you that would always love that night for giving you something you not only thought you couldn’t have but didn’t recognize you needed.

The three of you ate at the kitchen table, Olivia talking continuously only interrupted by mouth full of bananas and pancakes. You watched Bucky take in everything she said as if it was gospel, his eyes so kind and loving right away.

Later that night after Olivia was tucked in bed you found the two of you back at the kitchen table with a bottle of wine. You reminisced, sharing the joined stories and telling new ones. You heard about Thor leaving with some people from Space, the current list of Avengers, Sam’s banter being a welcomed distraction at Steve’s absence and finally the reason he was there to begin with.

“You remind me of him in the best ways. I had to make sure you were safe and taken care of.” He paused placing his hand in his inner jacket pocket toying with something.

“I never imagined I’d find this.” You nodded your head; it was unexpected for you as well. He pulled an envelope from his jacket and set it in front of you, your name written on the front in Steve’s handwriting. You placed your hand against your mouth, unsure of what you would say.

“It was in his room, I don’t know if he ever planned to give it to you but I figured if I did find you I’d make sure you got it. Read it or don’t.” He stood up stretching his arms above his head with a yawn.

“I’ll take my leave but I’ll be back,” he smiled down at you and patted your hand sitting on the table but you never took your eyes off the letter giving a barely perceptible nod of acknowledgement.

You weren’t sure how long it had been since hearing his car pull away that you opened the letter with shaky hands. Before you could start reading you sat it back down on the table, battling if you wanted to hear what could be painful excuses or heartfelt apologies. Shaking your head, writing you a letter was such a Steve move, you poured yourself another glass of wine preparing to deal with whatever he had to say.

Bucky came around often, actually he came around constantly, crashing in the guest bedroom during weekends and sometimes during the week. The three of you had settled into a routine together over the past half year. You didn’t mind though and Olivia loved playing with him but it wasn’t until he was gone for 3 weeks that realized how much is presence had meant to both of you. Olivia had been rather fussy going down for a nap that day, her room in utter disarray and driving you insane as she fought every step of the way while cleaning up after her nap.

You were reading a war history book on the porch swing trying to calm your frazzled nerves as Olivia colored enthusiastically with her crayons when Bucky’s car pulled up. Olivia looked up eagerly dropping her crayons and ran up to the car as it parked.

“Ucky!” Olivia screeched her B’s still not forming properly. You knew a speech therapist was a potential need in the near future as she readied for actual school. Bucky picked her up as he stepped out of the car and held her tight to him standing up straight.

“How has my little princess been?” He smiled at Olivia, bouncing her in his arms as he ascended the porch steps. “A terror,” you muttered and Bucky frowned at Olivia.

“Now then princess, you have to behave for your mother the Queen, right?” you rolled your eyes at Bucky setting your book down. Olivia hides into his chest with shame, knowing she should behave.

“Missed you,” Olivia muttered. Bucky looked at you with wide eyes, her words breaking his heart.

“Well I’m here now!” He pulled her head up and kissed her forehead. “Let’s play princess and knight!” Olivia’s cheer brought a smile to your face as the two of them went off the play. You pulled your book back up and began to read, feeling yourself relax just knowing he was there.

“You’re the princess though!” you chuckled at Olivia’s command; she was never one to play the damsel in distress.

The usual routine set in for the remainder of the day ending in a bottle of wine shared between the two of you at the kitchen table, chairs pulled out facing each other while Olivia slept soundly upstairs. “I wish I deserved this,” Bucky huffed out finishing his glass of wine.

“Deserved what?” You tilted your head looking him perplexed.

“A family, a woman who loved me, a quiet house… this,” he gestured around the room with his metal arm.

“Bucky,” your voice almost scolding him, “You deserve this too, all of it.” He shook his head in disagreement.

“After all I’ve done, I’m grateful I’ve been given the chance to make it right by saving lives instead of just taking them” You frowned at him pushed at his shoulder, trying to shake him of his doubt.

“You’re a good man Bucky.” Placing both your hands on his legs looking him straight in the eye. “You’re great with Olivia. She loves her Uncle Bucky so much,” Bucky couldn’t help the smile that pulled at the corner of his lips. You pulled one hand back to your wine glass, tipping your head back and finishing the last of it.

“Refill!” You chimed grabbing the bottle only to frown at it being empty. “Guess we need a new bottle,” you stood up too quickly, the buzz from the wine making you teeter and land right on Bucky. He caught you with his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you to him, your legs straddling his legs closed. You placed both your hands on his shoulder to steady yourself as you giggled at your clumsiness.

When your giggling died down you looked down at him to see his face stone still looking up at you your chest heaving in front of his face, lifting one hand up you dragged your fingers gently down his cheek, his eyes softening immediately.

“You are a good man James Barnes.” His eyes closed and looked back up at you, the pupils widening a bit.

“No I’m not” he pulled you down into his lap capturing your lips in an awkward and messy kiss, both of you severely out of practice. You were enjoying the sensations moving through your body, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in deeper he bucked against you pulling a small whimper from your lips.

When his tongue grazed your bottom lip your eyes shot open and you stood up taking several steps back, a hand gently touching your lips. You both stuttered trying to compose yourself.

Neither of you brought up that night, both trying to pretend it didn’t happen. While you were relieved that neither of you pushed the topic. There was lingering tension for a while however it didn’t take long for things to return to normal, or the normal the three of you had built together. He was gone for a week this time and when he returned it was the dead of night, you were woken up with him saying your name harsher than ever before and jerking your body burrowed under the covers.

“Whu- Bucky?” You looked into the darkness of your room confused as to what was going on. He turned the side table light on and immediately you saw the distress written all over his face.

“What’s wrong Bucky?” You sat up as he sat down at the corner of your bed, his back stiff as a board.

“He’s back,” it took you a moment to process what he meant by that but as your brain started to reboot your eyes widened in panic

“Oh!” you scrambled up towards him pulling at his shoulders to get him to face you but he wouldn’t budge, eyes never blinking.

“You can’t tell him Bucky.” You begged feeling large tears falling from your eyes. “Please Bucky, please don’t tell him” You pleaded but he wouldn’t look at you.

“It’s too late,” he finally turned to you with regret in his eyes.

“He’s been back a week and” He took a deep breath turning his head straight ahead “I couldn’t keep it from him.” You fell back from the force of letting go of him, back of your head hit the wall but you didn’t care about that or respond when he said your name.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard the rumbling of a motorcycle get louder.

“No, no, no” you scrambled off your bed in only a night shirt. Whizzing past Oliva’s closed bedroom door and down the stairs you opened the door with such force the wind sent your hair and shirt flying back.

There he was, pushing the motorcycle’s kick stand down while pulling his helmet off. Even the moon light shined off his golden hair, golden hair just like your precious girl. You clutched your hands to your heart, your body frozen watching him dismount the motorcycle and begin walking towards you with purpose. His face hard set with pain and anger when he stopped in front of you. You pushed your hands against his chest, looking up at him.

“Please,” you began “Let me see her,” he voice brokered no argument but at least he wasn’t forcing his way in you thought.

Without another word you walked up the stairs, feeling his oppressive shadow looming behind you. Your eyes cut to Bucky leaning his back against the door frame of your bedroom when your eyes met you glared at him, your body seething in anger.

Gently you opened the door to Olivia’s bedroom; turning to face Steve you put your pointer finger over your lips. He nodded looking into the darkness of the room in fear, fear of what he would find in there. He slowly stepped towards the small lump in the bed. You sat at the middle on the side of the bed and pulled the hair back from in front of her face. You could hear Steve gasp cut off by him covering his mouth with a gloved hand. You gently trailed your fingers over her cheek not daring to look up at Steve just yet.

He moved to his knees, you could feel the head of his body against your legs as he hovered over Olivia’s sleeping form. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he stared at Olivia in awe and admiration. It was awhile before he moved, shakily removing a glove and placing his hand over the top of her head, almost hovering at first before finally settling his hand gently on the crown of her head.

His body visibly sagged at the touch, his shoulders hunched over and trembling. You pulled your hand away from Olivia wanting to give Steve this moment to himself. You went to stand up but his still gloved hand grabbed your shoulder pulling you gently back down.

The three of you remained in this position for a while, Steve entranced at Olivia’s breathing and his other hand never leaving your shoulder. He pulled his hand back from you slowly, “Perfect” came out under his breath as he removed his other hand from Olivia. He went to stand up but froze mid lift when the glimmer of a frame on the bedside table caught his eye.

You looked away in embarrassment for some reason. He grabbed the photo and took it with him as he stood up, staring at it longingly barely visible from the moon light shining into Olivia’s room. It was the best photo ever taken of just the two of you, out on Clint’s farm his arm was wrapped around your waist and you leaned against his chest both of you smiling bright looking at the camera.

He sat the frame down gently and the both of you made your way out of the room, pulling the door closed, behind you both super soldiers walked down stairs. You followed them until you and Steve were outside Bucky remaining inside; you were not prepared for the conversation that would follow.

Steve remained silent, looking at you trying he was trying to formulate what he wanted to say first but you beat him to it.

“I should have never kept you from her,” you knew it was true, the action as purely out of fear and selfishness.

“No, you shouldn’t have. You had no right!” When his voice rose he stopped talking, taking deep breaths. “You were protecting yourself and her I know. It still hurts that you did it. I missed so much time with her and with you but I –” He sighed. “I was a different person then. I understand why.” He sighed looking up towards the moon.

“Bucky told me her name is Olivia, gorgeous name.”

“Olivia Sarah Rogers,” Steve’ eyes widened at his mother’ name being incorporated but never looked at you. You could near him sniffled a little and could feel the need to comfort him rise within you.

“She’s so beautiful, so perfect. How could so much pain make something so pure?” his words echoing what you had thought often these past years.

“It wasn’t all pain,” you swallowed hard looking down at your feet. “We loved each other as much as we could and from that love, came her.” He hmed in agreement.

“I don’t know how we will work it out but I will be part of her life now and forever.” You nodded your head though he missed it still looking up at the night sky; Olivia needed her father in her life.

“Bucky told me you read my letter.” He was looking directly at you now, “I only went back because I knew I couldn’t have you. I thought I could regain the happiness I had with you by returning to another time I felt that way,” You nodded your head in understanding.

“But it was never the same, not after you,” he paused a moment contemplating if he should continue “I am still so deeply in love with you.” He sighed out your name and made a step toward you, you immediately took one back.

“I can give you friendship and a mutual respect as Olivia’s parents but anything beyond that,” you swallowed hard not liking the apprehension tingling up your spine. “and you’re asking for too much.” He took a step back and looked down nodding his head.

“Right, right.” He looked back up and extended his hand. “Friends then?” You timidly took his hand and shook. “Yeah, friends.”

-6 Month Later-

He took her almost every weekend he was not working, and sometimes for a week at a time trying often to get you to come with them but his attempts remained unsuccessful. The alone time was new to you but welcomed.

Bucky would come by and keep you company, sometimes with Sam to leave you in stitches from laughing at the two of them. Rarely Wanda would find her way out to you; still hurt you never reached out to her when everyone came back. More often than not you found yourself working on projects around the property you had put off, fixing the chicken coop, planting the new vegetables, and finally fixing Olivia’s favorite porch swing.

He was helping Oliva out of his car when you were repairing the porch swing facing the mountain cliff when the whole thing fell from the chain you had just put it on directly onto your foot. “Fuck!” You yelled out in pain cursing Tony and the architect who designed this unreasonably weighed porch swing. The metal bench definitely broke a toe or two.

“Language!” You could hear Oliva call out from around the corner of the wrap around porch as she ran inside. The eye roll you gave should have definitely sent your eyes completely detached. Oh of course he taught her that. Steve’s chuckle was unmistakable as his heavy foot stops neared you as you started to pick the bench up again in attempt to attach it to the new chain for a second time.

“Want some help?” he offered from behind you, giving out a huff and nodding your head in the direction the other side of the bench still on the ground. He lifted his side up with ease, eyes widening at the weight of it.

“Why would you want a bench this heavy? No wonder it fell out of your grip.” He commented as you both successfully secured it on the new chains.

“Tony wanted to guarantee everything would be sturdy enough in case little on over there came into some type of power…” she paused looking up at him, “Also in case a super soldier wanted to sit in it the poor thing wouldn’t just crumble and fold under the weight.” Steve laughed at that one, putting his hands in his pockets.

“He always thought of everything,” Steve’s tone dropping its cheerfulness. “Sometimes I look at Olivia I wonder how much she’d have him wrapped around his finger.” You nodded your head having felt the, “Oh she did, Morgan and Olivia ran his life when together,” you added.

His smile sad full of regret having missed the chance to see that, you could sense he wanted to reach for you as he pulled at his pockets but he thought better of it. You were appreciative for his restrain. You went to take a step towards the front door but bent over in pain shooting from your toes up your leg.

Steve looked at you in concern but you waved him off. “I’ll be fine, just need to wrap it,” you hobble rather slowly and as you pass Steve he picks you up with both arms cradling you to his chest.

“It will take you until dinner to even get up the stairs at that rate.” He gave you no room to argue and he took you to the master bathroom you muttered unintelligible under your breath. He sat you down on your vanity chair and began rummaging under the sink before pulling out your first aid kit. He lifted your damaged foot up to his standing lap you winced while he pulled your shoe and sock off.

“This is bruising quickly,” his voice laced with concern and began to wrap the two big toes together. You tried your best not to make any noises but it really did hurt. “You were always the worst at being mindful of your feet.” He smiled as he continued to treat your foot.

You smiled softly up at him, but his eyes were focused on securing your toes and not putting you in anymore pain than you already were. The gently grazing of his fingers on your foot made you realize you were so starved for touch that wasn’t from a child. The last time an adult touched you intimately was Bucky.

You blanched at that thought and cleared your throat wondering if Bucky had told Steve about the kiss. You weren’t sure if you wanted to know or of his reaction recalling his 100th birthday fiasco, while very hot it was spurred on by his insecurity when it came to Bucky. Pulling you from your thoughts you felt Steve’s hand gently caressing your ankle looking down at you with a softness you hadn’t seen form him since you two had begun spending time together again.

Uncomfortable by his attention you pulled your food down muttering a thank you. He nodded and stood up straight. “Did you know that Bucky is seeing a girl who works in the Compound?” he tried to keep you talking, not wanting to leave your presence just yet.

“Oh?” You smiled at the thought, “He did not tell me, that sly dog!” You chuckled while standing up on your feet once more.

“Why don’t you shower, the binding should be fine getting wet. I’ll cook dinner for all of us. It’s getting late and you won’t be able to do both those things before Olivia gets ‘hangry’”

“Oh, uh, yeah okay.” You were still having trouble with handling the two parent life style. While it was a welcome change it was hard to share Olivia, more so hard to depend on Steve again but as the months had gone by it was getting easier and feeling more natural.

Steve left not too soon after dinner was done, dishes washed and Olivia tucked in bed after a bed time story, you hobbled up towards your bedroom pushing the door open your brows furrowed at the envelop on your bed. It was Steve’s hand writing and your name. Without waiting much further you read the letter through. It were as if Steve was writing his private journal and giving you the pages. What you didn’t know this was just the first of many for the next months. Leave it to Steve to hand write you letters instead of e-mailing or texting like anyone else would do.

He would hide the letters sometimes. Once you found one in the pantry, another under a couch cushion. You thought for a moment was he sneaking in at night and hiding them, the image making you laugh.

At first most his letters expressed his remorse over you, the accords, Tony, Bucky and everything in the between. Then they turned more specific. He explained why he couldn’t stay back in time. He had romanticized the past, the inequality and hate harsher than he ever remember. After the initial bliss of being with Peggy wore off that he could see that he never really belonged to that time, not after everything he went through in the 21st century, not after you.

He joked that even though he felt this was his time more he couldn’t work the time travel device well enough to get back to the right time. Never once did he ask you to reply to him instead he would write that these were his only way he could communicate with you without trying to repair it all by trying to kiss and hold you to him until part of you remained inside him always.

He talked about addiction and habits, breaking down how you two turned so toxic for each other, owning his own mistakes and seeing yours too. It was refreshing to see or read this version of him so open, so vulnerable. A few letters became more illicit, and you couldn’t help the way your face flushed and breathing labored.

You read them often, sometimes you cried, other times you laughed, and every now and then you would touch yourself remembering the best times with him.

The storm was ragging hard outside, the power staying on curtesy of the backup generator. The three of you were on the living room couch together, Olivia in the middle singing along to the cartoon musical playing. You were reading one of the war history books Bucky had Steve read over some a report of some kind. You saw the lightning strike and felt your hairs rise at the close proximity before the loud pop came.

Olivia screamed and reached for both of you, without thinking you both wrapped her around the two of you as you hushed her whimpers. Steve gently pet her hair down telling her how brave and strong she was that something as puny as lightning or thunder could never hurt her.

She calmed down after a bit and went back to watching her movie, the two of you returning to your previous activities. Steve’s eyes kept leaving his report looking back at you with a side frown, his tongue running along the bottom of his teeth before he looked down at Olivia to see she had crashed. A warm smile spread across his face lighting his eyes, reaching down he gently cupped her tiny face in his hand.

At times he hurt at how much he could love this little person, she was a perfect mold of the two of you, her hardheadedness rivaling both yours and that soft compassion you had instilled him reminding him how wonderful of a woman you truly are.

He picked Olivia up without a word to you and took her up to her room. You turned the T.V. off and slowly made your way upstairs. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest watching him tuck her in and kiss her forehead before turning off her light and closing the door. You’d be stupid to deny the growing warmth you felt towards him, his fatherly behavior and letters awakening a long dulled feeling.

When he turned to face you after pulling the door to you couldn’t stop yourself from taking his hand and pulling him into your room. Shutting the door softly you watched him staring at your bed littered in his letters. You blushed as if it was secret that his letters would ever be cherished and re-read.

You took his hand, gently pulling him to face you, his face soft and eyes looking all around your face as if trying to memorize each line, each sun kissed spot. Taking the hand you hold you put it against your cheek. You nuzzled your face into his large hand as he cupped your face so gently, grazing your other cheek with the back of his fingers. His eyes were a bright blue; you could see the tears forming at the corner of his eyes.

“I ache every time you look at me, and every time Olivia smiles at me all I can see is you,” he paused leaning his head down until your lips were a hairs breathe away but he kept his distance his eyes searching yours. You could feel your heart rate pick up at the sudden closeness. “Oh doll face how I ache, ache with pride at what a wonderful girl you’ve raised, ache with pain knowing you kept her from me, ache with need to hold you every night, ache to kiss you,”

“Then kiss me,” your voice was so soft you almost thought he wouldn’t hear you over your heart drumming so loud in your chest, but his lips touched yours, so gently, so soft. You rested your hand at his hips, the kiss remaining chaste and loving as you leaned up on your toes to him. He pulled his lips from yours only to turn his head and press them gently to yours once more. He led you slowly to the bed, never breaking contact with your lips. Without looking you pushed his letters off your bed, he pulled his lips from yours and gently pulled you with him to lie on your sides facing each other.

“I don’t want you to give or do anything you can’t,” he was searching your eyes for any uncertainty or doubt about what you were doing. You shook your head and marveled at the way he had changed, the way he wanted to take care of you, truly, how it used to be so long ago. You kissed him this time, pressing your lips against him with a sense of urgency, your tongue venturing out to gently swipe along his bottom lip. He groaned out and rolled over on top of you, holding himself up on his elbows, returning your urgency, tentatively rolling his tongue along yours.

He was so attentive, never pushing too hard, or demanding. Instead it was slow, languid and reverent with each touch. His hands slowly pulling your shirt off, exposing an old sports bra, he rests his head on your chest and you felt dampness seeping into the bra.

Lifting his head up you could see a few tears still falling down his cheeks; you pulled him back up kissing his lips gently tasting the salt of his tears.

“Hey hey,” you whispered against his lips, “no crying you’re going to give me a complex.” You tried to joke and he gave you a half smile.

“I’ve felt like half of me has been pulled apart for so long, seeing you again and now being here laying with you once more, “ he swallowed a lip in his throat, “kissing you was almost too much. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, I don’t deserve you,”

You sat up on your elbows frowning at him. “You deserve to be happy, everyone deserves that. I deserve that. Here with you, I feel happy. Let’s just be happy Steve. Together.”

“I want that but I cannot let you go if you let me back in. This won’t be just one night” He confessed, pain on his face the thought of losing you again.

“Just ask Steve,” he smile and crawled back up your body. Looking into your eyes he whispered your name.

“Be mine,” You could only nod yes. He was kissing you once more, pulling your tongue out to gently caress between each other. Slowly he made his way down your jaw to your neck; his hands began to work your sports bra off. As you lay back down from helping your bra off you felt self-conscious. It was the first time he had seen your breasts or body for that matter since having Olivia you tried your best to fight your insecurity away.

He lavished his attention on your breasts, moving between each one nipping, suckling and gently biting down. You whimpered and mewled at the sensations running up and down your body at his touch. Tenderly he kissed down your stomach, pulling your pants and underwear lower pausing at your faint cesarean scar, you felt the insecurity creep in but he nuzzled his face into kissing the skin he touched as he pulled your pants and under wear completely off. Continuing his gentle kisses he left a final on one your mons, looking up at you with that signature blown pupils of desire and a soft grin curling around his mouth.

You reached down, smoothing his hair down with one hand the other cupping the side of his face. Without another moment he kept eye contact pulling your little bud in between his lips, gently rolling his tongue against it while he trailed fingers up and down your sopping wet core. You lifted your knees up immediately bring your hands to the side of your head and arching your back with a soft cry. With his other hand his pushed down on your lower abdomen to keep you from pushing him off, continuing his slow rolling along your clit he dipped one finger in, groaning into your mound at the wetness.

You felt the tall tale coil tighten fast as he moved second finger inside of you, moving at a steady but not rough pace. This was the first time you had been touched in over five years, it was so gentle and passionate you could feel yourself start to cry. He started suckling on your clit and it was more than you could take, you sobbed out his name as you came with such ferocity. Had he not been pressing your lower abdomen down you would have surely thrown him off the bed as you shoved.

His touch was so pure, so loving you felt the tears still streaming down your face as he crawled back up your body.

He called out your name but you didn’t open your eyes, almost afraid this was one of your many dreams. He said your name in a hushed tone this time. You could feel the pads of his thumbs whipping away your tears as he held your face. Slowly you opened your eyes, looking into his worried striking blue eyes.

“Are you okay?” his words timid, scared of the answer. You nodded your head, leaning up to kiss him softly. When he pulled away he saw the sleepiness in your eyes and smiled. Rolling over to your side he pulled your back against his front and cradled you into him. You felt his arousal against your back and as you went to reach for him he grabbed your hand.

“No doll face, this is only about you,” you nodded your head, still concerned about his needs as he held your hand pulling it to your chest.

“It should have always been about you,” his voice hushed, feeling the heat of his breath graze along your temple. “It will be from now on.” The conviction in his voice resonating through you as your eyes began to droop closed.

“I love you,” the words didn’t reach you though, already fast sleep, but it didn’t matter to him if you heard it because he was determined to show you the truth from then on.

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers smut #captain america #captain america smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female #avengers endgame #avengers smut #avengers engame spoilers #Bucky Barnes #thor #clint barton #tony stark #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #fanfic

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hobgayblin · 4 years ago

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3, 20, 22 w/ Morgans!

3. Ask them to describe their love interest.

💋 Ohhhh my sweet boys? My lovely little crime-doers? Well they’re absolute bastards I can tell you that right off the bat, but they’re both very very handsome bastards 💕 Graves is a big ol rugged man that I just want to wrap my arms around every time I see his short ass. Oh oh, and he has the sweetest little lopsided smile; I’d love to see it more often 🥰 🥰 An’ TF’s a suave fancy lad, much skinnier than our little bear, and he’s got some nice facial hair to run my hands through-- which, Graves does too, but there’s somethin’ so charming about TF’s dumb triangle beard, makes me wanna scratch his chin like a kitten. Oh and I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention Graves’ MASSIVE honkers. Love them, they look like they’re bigger than mine and that’s supremely sexy of him :)

20. What do they like that nobody else does?

God he loves being in dirty/dilapidated/disgusting buildings or areas they make him feel like he’s on some kinda adventure. He’s worked his way up to being rich and fancy and now he just wants to roll around in some dirt again.

22. Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

OH big yes to both. Morgans loves pet names so much he thinks they’re so sweet, and they make him feel cute ! He calls people pet names more often then not honestly, especially at work. For general pet names he uses for everyone he tends to go with the classics: Darling, Sweetheart, Dear. But for his boyed friends he likes to call Graves teddy bear/honey bear, and he likes to call TF casanova and sometimes houdini gsghfgsdhk

#THANK U RYNE gskgfhkds #morgans be getting distracted by his gay thoughts as he's describing bitches #matron morgans #3 of hearts #dyinggasp #cackles from the den

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caps-lockdown · 5 years ago

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Sweater Weather Part One

Sweater Weather

Hey everyone here is the next series I’m working on, mostly inspired by how %#$@ hot it has been here in Kansas (And everywhere else, the world is on fire). This story takes place over the course of a weekend (I know, I like weekend worst case scenarios okay? Leave me be), so it’ll probably be 5-6 parts. Hope you like it!

Pairings: Steve Rogers x PottsRelativeFem!Reader

Ratings/Warnings: Hard R

For everything from language, crude jokes, ADULT situations/impure thoughts, booze (because it’s pretty much a staple in my fics at this point.), arguments, and an extremely overprotective Tony Stark. Very little angst, as I try to keep most of my fics light humored. But of course there are some insecurities/unsure feelings, as well as sad feels from everything with endgame/ the decimation. Also dead parents.

Also AU in the fact NO ONE DIED during Endgame/Steve didn’t go back. Also as much as I adore Morgan Stark, she isn’t around yet. I didn’t know where this would fit timeline wise, so just ignore the timeline. Kay? Cool.

Slow(ish) burn. Lots of pining

Words: 3,476

Summary: You’ve just moved to New York after a long 3 year stint travelling the world and helping with various charities, taking a new job with Stark Industries thanks to your cousin Pepper. A trip out to surprise Tony and The Avengers for the weekend turns from good to terrible when the a/c at the compound breaks. How will you beat the heat for the record breaking weekend?

It’s in Y/N Y/L/N format, any pictures, outfits, gifs, and marvel characters just assume I don’t own them. Also no Beta, as I don’t ever have one, so the mistakes and reader are all my own.Also her friend Kate isn’t mine either, she’s based after a very close fantastic friend. Enjoy!

Part one

“You just had to get the apartment on the top floor with an out of order elevator?”

You dropped the last box labeled “Kitchen” haphazardly on the floor, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand as you turned to watch Pepper Potts shut the door behind her comment.

“You were the one who wore heels today, dear cousin. And besides, the movers did most of the work.” You stared pointedly at her, before bringing your eyes to sweep over the piles of boxes that filled your apartment. A sea of cardboard that came with the faint scent of permanent marker and small notes of your truck’s air freshener flooded the small hallway and living room areas. The floors were bare otherwise, you not having any furniture at the present moment. “You should also know the elevator will be fixed this weekend while I’m out at the compound catching up with everyone.”

“Doesn’t help our damn case now though does it?” The redhead complained while looking at her tired feet.

“But did you die though?” You raised an eyebrow, turning back to look down the hall. “I just gotta pack a bag for the weekend and then we can head out. You sure it’s going to be ok? Me going out there and all?”

“Are you kidding me?” Pepper looked confused at your sudden question, shaking her head and grabbing your shoulders. “Tony is going to be so excited to see you! No one has seen you since the wedding! Not to mention these team building weekends never really get anything accomplished.” You giggled as you waded through the boxes to your mostly empty room, shuffling boxes as you looked through ones with “clothes” written hastily across them in doctor worthy handwriting.

“I should change. It’s hot as fuck outside.” You muttered, opting to switch out your gross sweatpants and stained-to-hell white shirt to a pair of short jean shorts and a curve hugging blue tank top. Your mind wandered to everyone you hadn’t seen in so long. Three years. It had been three years since you’d been back, spending that time traveling the globe and helping charities after the decimation. Pepper and Tony always called you, kept you updated. You honestly never believed you’d move back to New York. But things change.

The only reason why you had come back was after the whole Thanos thing six months ago Pepper had offered you a job as a receptionist at Stark Industries, you decided that day it was time to settle down. You made sure everything was good with the charities you had been helping out with before putting permanent plans into action though. Purchasing a small apartment in the heart of New York City, your cousin and you kept everything quiet as to your return. You wanted it to be a surprise, mostly to see Tony’s face. Maybe someone else’s. Shoving a few days worth of clean clothes in a duffel bag, not forgetting your swimsuit as your cousin promised you some sunbathing time, you opened the door to see Pepper grinning widely at you.

“You know blue is Steve’s favorite color right?” You smirked knowingly as you moved to the bathroom, throwing your toiletries into the sack and zipping it shut. Of course you knew. The blonde avenger was one of the only things that had gotten you through these tough last few years. When everything went down with Tony, you had decided not to pick sides, but you and Steve fell apart regardless. It started slowly, the two of you drifting from good friends to mere strangers. It hurt but you understood. It’s not like you were dating, or like he would ever see you as girlfriend material. Not that you would ever turn him down if he had just asked you. He was definitely boyfriend material, and him looking the way he did certainly helped things too. You had always harbored feelings of some kind towards him, even if you weren’t sure what they actually were. When the decimation happened, you knew the whole team had enough on their plates to deal with. So after a couple years and more importantly Pepper and Tony’s wedding you vanished off the map, putting your people skills and nurturing personality to good use. It’s not like anyone missed you terribly.

Shutting off the bathroom lights you lugged the bag over your shoulder, reaching to take a stuffed Panda bear, obviously worn from years of travel, and grabbing your keys and purse.

“Got everything? What’s the bear for?” Pepper asked as you double checked the deadbolt after you had shut the door.

“A girl in England gave it to me after I found her some relatives to live with. She couldn’t have been more than seven at the time, yet she had managed to deal with her parents turning into dust a hell of a lot better than some of the adults I had seen. She said Mister Stuffins was her favorite and that he would be my friend so I wasn’t alone. Sweet girl. She wrote me when she got her parents back. I cried for a week.” You turned the small bear over in your hand and placed in the front pocket of your bag, remembering her strength in such an awful time of her young life.

“What was her name?”

“Evangeline, but she demanded to be called Evan.” You snickered as you recalled her nearly ripping off your partner at the time’s head for calling her by her full name. The spirited small child had almost made you forget about the seven flights of stairs awaiting you. Your face fell flat upon remembering, Pepper shoving your shoulder.

“Come on, I’ll race you.” You gaped as the red head went barreling down the stairs, deciding to give her high heeled ass a head start before you ruined her self esteem. She’s going to hurt herself and I’m going to have to help her dumbass to the truck.

~~The Compound, a few hours later~~

“Jesus Christ Tony watch where the hell you’re pointing that damn thing!”

“That’s what she said.”

Steve rolled his eyes at Bucky, watching the comedy unfold before them. Sam sat on the ground, tinkering with a standing Tony in his iron suit, the latter barely missing the former’s head when his repulsor rays misfired on accident. They had been at this for hours, Sam trying to help the billionaire with fixing something that was wrong with his right leg. Tony continued to bark orders at the man who was only growing more irritated by the minute. To be honest Steve didn’t have the faintest idea what was wrong or how they were planning on putting it right, but he wasn’t the one doing it. So he, Banner, and Barnes all simply stood back to watch.

“We miss anything?” He turned his head slightly to the left at the sound of Natasha’s voice, Thor and her returning from unloading the Quinjet for the weekend.

“Tony missed Sam’s head again, but I think they’re about…”

“DONE! Eat a dick Tin-man.” Sam shouted suddenly, hopping up from his feet and clearing the way for a smug looking Stark, who only looked down at his leg and shook it. He turned to give Sam an iron clad thumbs up, who only flipped him off in return, heading over to join the rest of the group that had gathered on the compound’s grounds.

Since Thanos’ attack, the compound had been rebuilt but wasn’t nearly as massive in size anymore. Only one large building that offered housing, training, mess hall, laboratories and a few holding cells sat next to the pad that held the Quinjet. Tony decided that since the battle had leveled most of the original compound, building something a little more simplistic would be the best course of action. Everyone had agreed with him, and Steve felt like it was little more like home this way. And he’d rather be inside right now than standing outside in this hellish heat wave.

The sun was high in the sky, the temperature only climbing and it was already uncomfortable outside. Steve could feel the beads of sweat forming on the back of his neck, the forecast calling for record breaking highs for the weekend. He wasn’t looking forward to it to say the least, and knowing Tony they would be doing absolutely useless things to pass the time. He would pay for a distraction at this point.

The roaring of a large truck engine forced the super soldier from his thoughts, the impressive vehicle pulling sharply onto the compound parking lot with minimal effort. Dust settled as Steve’s blue eyes caught the familiar sight of Pepper Potts exiting the passenger side, fist pumping the air to loud rock and roll that was blaring out of the windows. Very unlike her.

“Honey uh who’s truck is that?! Are you leaving me!?” Tony coughed as he climbed out of his suit, the large mass of metal’s motor being shut off and the driver door thrown open.

“Of course not sweetheart. You wouldn’t last a day without me.” His confused look had the team chuckling as he kept darting his eyes from Pepper to the vehicle.

“Then who the hell is that?!”

“YOUR SURPRISE!” Tony raised an eyebrow as to why his wife was shouting all of a sudden, clearly not catching on.

On cue you jumped out of the truck, just like you two had discussed on the drive up to the headquarters, beaming at the large group of people.

You’d remember Tony’s elated smile for the rest of your days.

“SHORT STACK?! WHAT THE FUCK?!”

You laughed as the brunette man came sprinting towards you, the nickname ringing in your ears as he picked you up slightly, pulling you into a spine crushing hug and making you drop your bag. In all the years you had known him, Tony had been like the older brother you never had. When Pepper started working for him you were visiting with your parents and the two of you hit it off instantly. After their unexpected death due to a car accident a year later, Stark and Pepper were some of the only ones there for you, you three becoming inseparable. It had killed a part of you to leave after the decimation, but he had reassured you it’s what your parents would have wanted you to do. You blinked back tears as you hugged the man fiercely.

“Hiya Snark. I’ve missed you too.” The two of you broke apart, Tony leaning back to hold you at arm’s length, taking in your well toned and tanned body.

“Look at you! I mean look at you! Was there something in the water overseas?” You smacked his arm as he went to hug you again, his obviously excited demeanor spreading over the others, although there was a small hint of nervousness in the air.

“Move it Stark, she’s got a line.” Nat scolded, pushing the man away from you so she could hug you herself, a girlish giggle leaving you as you returned it.

“Dig the hair Nat, you break my record yet?”

“I gave up three weeks in. Pinball just pisses me off.” She shrugged, reaching to give your shoulder a squeeze. Thor threatened to break you in half as he embraced you, Bruce choosing to shake your hand. You decided that the new version of the doctor would take some getting used to, but at least he was wearing shirts now. Your eyes met the uncertain ones of who you assumed had to be Bucky, Steve’s friend. So they brought you home after all huh?

“You must be Barnes. It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Y/N. Roger’s talked you up a lot.” He took your outstretched hand firmly, giving you a small smile and nodding.

“Did he now? Funny he never mentioned how he let your gorgeous face slip through his fingers.”

Your jaw went slack as you stared at the man, eyes widened in shock as he shamelessly raked his eyes over your figure. Sam took the chance to rush you, your breath escaping your lungs as he all but tackled you. Everyone laughed as Pepper went to grab your overstuffed duffel off the ground.

“Y/N I’m so happy to see you! It’s been years!”

“I know Sam, I’m sorry I stayed away for so long, just had to think of the bigger picture for awhile.”

“Please Y/N. You were helping people, kids with finding family, rebuilding businesses and houses. Even running soup kitchens for Christ’s sake. Don’t apologize.” He met your bewildered expression with a sincere smile. “Pepper kept us updated. You really didn’t think we would miss you?”

“I had to think of…”

“The bigger picture. We know.” You wanted to remove Sam’s smile off his perfect face when a certain tall blonde walked into your sights. He looked nothing short of amazing, even after these last few years. His hair was swept back into its usual style, his blue jeans and simple t shirt combo making you light headed and he got closer to you. Steve Rogers looked damn good. But you had always thought that.

“You got a hug for me too Doll? Or are you all out?” Your breath hitched at hearing his deep voice, his challenging tone making your heart race.

“Not sure Rogers, why dontcha come over here and find out?” You challenged back, his eyes glittering in amusement as he moved to wrap you in his arms. It never came though.

The large explosion off the side of the main building of the compound caused everyone to jump, panic taking over your senses as Tony reassured you no one was inside.

“That’s good to know Snark but what the fuck was that?!” Your nickname for the man only made him smile before he went speed walking off to go investigate, the rest of you following suit. The blown line of a/c compressors sizzled and popped angrily at you as you got close, Steve darting an arm out protectively in front of you. You let your eyes drink the sight of his large limb, the muscle groups flexing deliciously against the material of his shirt. Tony didn’t look amused.

“What the hell is your arm going to do Cap? You protecting Y/N or flexing your freakish flesh for her?” Tony snapped, the captain lowering his arm guiltily. Rolling your eyes at your cousin’s overprotective nature you stepped forward to take a gander at the busted machinery, the sparks and smoke rising from the group of metal. Tony ran his hand over his face with a sigh.

“Looks like I get to track down some new compressors. Y/N, come with me.” Stark commanded, your face looking to his in confusion as he began to head back towards the main doors.

“Me? Why me?” You asked, not understanding the clearly cranky male’s logic. He scoffed.

“You’re better at people than I am. And I don’t like how Rogers keeps staring at your ass.”

A blush rose to your cheeks, not even sparing the embarrassed blonde a glance as you hurried to catch up with the angry brunette. You could feel Steve’s heated gaze on your back as the two of you walked away, Tony turning around to shake his head at the soldier.

“You better put your eyes elsewhere before I knock them out of your skull soldier!” You contained the giggle that bubbled in the back of your throat as you heard Steve groan, the rest of the team looking on at the two of you and sharing curious expressions.

Later

“Yes I will let him know, thank you so much!” You hung up the phone with a defeated sigh, tossing it to Stark as you paced the living area of the compound. The sun had started to make its way towards the horizon, and after five phone calls you were finally gaining traction on your current mission.

“How many does that make?” Tony questioned, repositioning his sunglasses on top of his head like a suburban soccer mom and scribbling something down on a small note pad.

“That makes the six we need. Six compressors, three deliveries, two electricians to set it up come Monday. I’m sorry but that’s the soonest I could get them here.” You slouched onto the couch next to him, the billionaire lovingly patting your leg. You let your head rest on his shoulder, thinking about how F.R.I.D.A.Y had said earlier you had about 12 hours before the outside temperature would start to affect the building. That was about an hour ago.

“So much for a team building weekend, we should let the others know. I wish there was a way to punch hot weather in the face.” You muttered aimlessly as Tony continued to crunch numbers. His head shot up at you suddenly, a wide smile covering his tanned face.

“That’s it! Short stack you are a genius!”

“You’re welcome?” You nearly fell over on the couch as Tony leapt to his feet, offering you a hand before pulling you out of the living area and down the hall into the kitchens where the rest of the Avengers remained.

“You guys Y/N figured out how we still make this weekend work!”

“Oh yea? Does it include leaving this place until Monday and getting some actual sleep?” Came Nat’s sleepy reply, Bruce pouring her another cup of coffee.

“No! We’re going to work together to beat the heat!”

“Y/N I highly doubt this was your idea.” You shook your head at Sam, clearly you and Tony had completely different ideas on how you all were to spend the weekend. “And Tony it’s supposed to reach nearly a hundred and ten! Why the hell would we willingly be stuck here, with no a/c for essentially two days, in a hundred and ten degree heat?!”

“Because whoever is still here at the end of the weekend doesn’t have to come back for the next four months of team building.” Came your cousin’s response, everyone looking at Pepper with a look of admiration, well everyone except Tony.

“Alright I’m in.” Nat agreed, slamming her coffee mug down, Bruce giving his confirmation alongside Thor. Bucky looked warily at his teammates before sighing, nodding his head curtly in submission. Sam and Steve also agreed reluctantly, not really having a choice in the matter.

“What about Y/N? She’s not part of the team and she shouldn’t have to be stuck here with us!” Sam directed everyone’s attention to you, a small lump forming in your throat as you realized they were absolutely right. So how would you spin this to where they’d let you stay without thinking you were crazy? Chewing your bottom lip in thought, you didn’t miss Steve’s eyes darting from your eyes to your lips repeatedly, a darkened expression on his face before Bucky managed to lightly nudge him, motioning to Tony who was watching him like a hawk.

“I don’t have anything else to do. I don’t start work until Monday and I kind of wanted to catch up with all of you,” You smiled to all of them, Bucky looking extremely pleased with your answer as Stark raised a finger.

“Question. Where are you working and how come I wasn’t made aware that you’re staying here indefinitely?!”

“Don’t worry Snark I won’t be far, I just moved into my apartment over the last few days and I…”

“Last few days!?” Your cousin in law threw his hands up, “When did you decide you would be moving back?”

“Uh…five months ago?” The noise that emitted from Stark’s mouth couldn’t have been English, his eyes narrowing at his wife who only smiled brightly at her husband in kind. She was within good reason to feel accomplished, usually secrets never stayed silent when Tony went snooping.

“Well I for one am all for Y/N staying. We’ll need all the estrogen we can find to deal with you lot this weekend.” Nat chided, coming to stand next to you and patting you on the shoulder.

“Great it’s settled then.” Pepper smiled warmly at you, rounding the island in the kitchen and going to pull out supplies for a meal big enough for a small army. “Now who’s helping me cook dinner tonight?”

A rousing chorus of “Not it!” was heard as Tony took off running in the opposite direction, Steve and Bucky following suit. Within moments you found yourself alone with your red headed relative, the rest of the team becoming scarce to avoid having to cook or prepare.

“I didn’t want them to help anyway. This kitchen would end up looking like the compressors outside.” The two of you laughed as you turned on some light music and got to work. It felt nice to be back.

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schroedingersk8 · 5 years ago

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First of all I want to thank you for this beautiful and interesting blog you have. I can imagine you have many requests for dating you. How do you know which one is sincere with you and worthy?

Answering as Miss K8 Morgan, of K8Morgan.com

Hello, and thank you very much for reading and enjoying this interesting blog of mine! :) And my Twitter, too! And thank you for giving me this opportunity to #dommesplain a few things to my kind followers and readers…

But back to your question, out of the many requests for dating that I get, how do I know which one is sincere with me and worthy?

Well, it is a good question, but I would expand the categories in it further. How do I know those requests are

sincere,

realistic,

acceptable, and

worthy.

For better understanding of the selection process, let’s take a closer look at each category individually, and examine them in detail, shall we?

1. Sincerity

I have this saying, “no one is more sincere than a man firm in his delusions.” This is ever-so-applicable to each and every stranger from the Internet who has ever written to me with an inquiry to date me… And even to some guys making such inquiries after meeting me a few times, here and there. What can I say, I believe that all of them are most sincere in their desires to date me, or someone like me, or the “me” they imagine – and even more sincere in using their offer to date me as a means to avoid paying my session or social fees. Sincerity is not a problem here, Delusion – or lack of realism – is!

2. Realism

So how do I know when somebody is being realistic? I suppose in the same way you, or anyone else would know. It just requires some common sense. For example, no realistic message has ever started with, or included, the following:

“Hello, Mistress, I am a real no-limits slave. I will do anything you want [except booking a session and actually paying me for my time] but I think pro dommes only do things for money, but I am looking for someone to dominate me for free as part of a FemaleLed relationship” To this particular kind of drivel you can also add things like “…but I am still a virgin”, “…but I am still married” “…but I have never seen a Mistress before” and a plethora of similar verbal identifiers.

“… I have an excellent life, career and social circle here in the [insert any US city] and am able to provide you with a life in which you wouldn’t have to work.” This particular statement is more common than you think, and is ALWAYS US-based. Somehow they seem to believe that we, here in Europe, suffer greatly from our free health care, non-GM, locally grown wholesome food, the quaint culture and history of our countries, the public transport and rights to privacy protection. And it implies that because the author of it is so “overwhelmingly generous” – with his words – I am going to drop everything: my job, my family, my life, my friends, sell my cats to the Circus, and move to the US, to be his…mail-order pet-bride??? Someone with no job, no independence, no voting rights and with a precarious immigration status. To be bored to injuries, until death do us part? NO THANKS!

“…I am not rich and do not have a fancy car, a palace for a house and travelling for me more often includes a backpack and a tent – I appreciate simple things in life…” Say no more, bro! I, myself, appreciate finer things in life, the finer the better, and the only way you would see me with a backpack in a national park is if some psycho has killed me, stuffed me into that backpack and is carrying me to bury me in a shallow grave there. I like fancy cars, I like rare timepieces, I enjoy luxury travel, fine dining, fine wine, fine arts… As a matter of fact, I unapologetically love all things fanciful and complicated, and am not looking to change that any time soon.

“…and I probably do not make enough to have you as a GF, but I thought I’d try anyway.” Mate, I wish you didn’t. I hear your pain, I myself do not have enough to buy me a Lamborghini Aventador S. Not even a stinky Murcielago… And every morning I wake up, and I come to terms with this harsh, cruel, unfair reality. But never once have I written to a dealership to try to get one anyway! Luckily, you can still book a session to enjoy me for a limited amount of time, and I can still go to the dealership and stare to my heart’s delight…

“…I do not believe in having to pay to date…” What are you doing writing to me, then??? You might as well try and tell me that you believe Jesus loves me, and that Earth is flat… Keep your beliefs to yourself, mate, no one here has asked to hear them – or I swear to Jesus that loves me I will bring out my pie chart again!

These are some of the most common examples of my dating wannabes, but that list is truly endless and ever-growing. But what would, then, a realistic approach entail? I would say a situational self-evaluation study: what you do, where you live, how much free time and disposable income you have, how much of it are you willing to spend on dating, if we live in different cities how often can you travel, and how often you’d need me to travel, what you’d ideally like to achieve with this relationship, when you’d like it to start, and whether you prefer it as a permanent or a fixed term contract. There, no rocket science, is it?

3. Acceptability

But what, then, would be the acceptable terms for me to favorably consider an offer? I think the main factors would have to be:

geographical compatibility,

time strain, and

relationship goals.

It is not a secret that I am in my mid-30es, so I am old, lazy, and by now I have visited most places I had an interest in. I no longer get excited about having to take a trans-Atlantic flight to see someone for a date because “we are going to see DisneyWorld!!!!!”. I stopped being excited about it some…20 years ago.

There are only two places in the US I am interested in, one is New England – in autumn or in winter, and another is Portland, OR in spring/summer. Part of my education took place in New England (I do not specify where for privacy reasons, so do not ask), and I have spent some time in Oregon in later years, too, both those are two places very dear to my heart. The rest of the US: seen, done, not much interest to revisit. And very little interest to return to live in the US at this point in my life.

Same goes for SE Asia and Middle East. Would consider visiting, would not consider moving. Would not consider having to take 4 connecting flights to reach the final destination. Would not consider getting stoned to death for being your house guest.

If frequent travel is required on my part, then it will have to be somewhere within a 3hr flight radius from Paris. I do have my pet peeve places, i.e. London. If you are someone who has tried to get me to come to London for a tour before, you’d be familiar with my “not enough money in the world to make me suffer through that indignity!” rant. I have lived there for too long, as one can tell, and I only visit when I absolutely must, as in, for legal obligations, deaths or weddings. I am somewhat more ok with Edinburgh.

I do have my “preferred” list, too! This year it features Stockholm (love that northern gem and the Swedish boys!), Zurich, Frankfurt, Vienna, Salzburg, Paris and most of France (once the strikes are over!), and I would love to discover Tunisia, Morocco and Israel (as I have heard very good things), but I am open to suggestions as long as there are direct flights.

As for time restraints, then really anything above cumulative 2 weeks per month is unreasonable. I want my space, and I want my time. You should want yours! If you want to have an overly-attached live-in GF – look elsewhere. I am all for fun and intense time together inter-twinned with time dedicated solely to work. A “weekend relationship” would work very well for me, for example.

And when it comes to relationship goals, I understand that these change with time. And I think a relationship with me would be good for someone single, successful and busy with his own professional life, who wants to enjoy some time with kinky stimulating company without having to buy into societal pre-sets. However, if the end goal is to get married and have 3 kids – once again, I am not the Droid you are looking for.

I would say I am an ideal life companion for a social renegade and adventurer whose end goal is the same as his intermediate aspirations – joy, stimulating fun and absolution from boredom and trivia. I will be wasted on others…

4. Worthiness of the Offer.

And how, then, do I decide if the offer is worth it? Well, this subject is reminiscent of my earlier post, 15. Let Me Draw You A Pie Chart, and the arising Mathematical solutions. As with any relationship, I expect to be better off with it than without it. The offer will have to consider the amount of travel necessary, the cost of it, and the cost of my time. But overall, I would say, for a successful candidate with an interesting offer, the cost of weekend-dating me, per month, for 3 weekends, one of them long, would more or less be the cost of booking a long weekend Private Tour with me at my work rate. Which may seem like a steal and it is certainly a bargain in relative terms, but it is an eye-watering amount of money, for most people, and it is definitely not available to just anyone.

As the matters stand, tomorrow will be the first time in a year that I have agreed to hear out an offer from an existing client, and I do not know whether or not we will be able to reach a consensus on terms. Alas, such is #DommeLife

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