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shawn spencer secretly writes fanfiction, and that’s why crazy shit keeps happening to him

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Of Forgotten Memories and A Beloved Mother - Chapter 3

3 months later, there's an update! Enjoy!

Tag: @toodaloo-kangaroo @vixen-uchiha @fairlyfatale @battybatbat @angie500

Chapter 3: “Ummi, don’t you love me?”

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Screams echoed through the manor halls, prompting Bruce and Alfred to find out what was going on.

Dick had left a day prior to return to Bludhaven while Jason had his own apartment to return to. 

No one was expecting a wailing Damian, screaming for something. Or rather, someone. 

“Ummi!” He screamed, clawing at the air, his eyes shot wide open. “Ummi!” Stifled sobs escaped him as he stumbled out of bed, Bruce arriving in the nick of time to catch him before he hit the floor. “Dad?” 

The choked question managed to tell Bruce all he needed to know about what happened. 

“Damian, shh, I’m here. I’m right here. You’re okay.”

“But where’s ummi?” Damian asked, frantically looking for his mother, turning his head to look at every corner of his room, searching for the back that haunted his dream. “Where’s my mother? Where’s ummi?” Damian gripped his father’s arm, tears welling in his eyes. “Do you know where she is? Why isn’t she here?

She said she’ll be by my side when I wake up.”

Bruce hated that he couldn’t answer his boy, that he couldn’t soothe him and assure him that he is fine. That his mother is just sleeping, that she will be right back….he didn’t have the heart to tell him that he didn’t know where she was…that she wasn’t here…

Bruce only held his son closer to him as Damian tried to claw his way out of his embrace, all while crying out for the mother he lost years ago.

Waking up to not knowing what happened the night before was something Damian didn’t realize he would hate to be experiencing.

He remembered going to sleep with Gotham Hospital in mind and thinking about the way he was going to go there the next day. When he woke up, he found himself trying to open his eyes, only to find crusting on lashes and old tears staining his pillow.

He found his father holding his hand, slumped against his bedside.

Damian carefully pried himself from his grasp and went to wash his face, only to find his eyes puffy and only then realizing he had cried that night.

About what? He didn’t know. He wonders if his father would know when he woke up. For now, he had some place to be and he couldn’t afford to wait another second…or rather, he couldn’t bear to waste a single second.

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Damian sat at the back of the car, staring at the small file he made for himself with the help of Alfred, staring at the screen on his wrist with some lady’s face on it.

While his gut was telling him that the woman staring at him was his mother, her eyes said otherwise. Her smile said otherwise.

But according to their research, this was Marie Agreste…his mother he has been searching for this entire time…

“Is everything alright, Master Damian?” Alfred asked him, snapping him from his doubts. “You know Master Damian, you do not have to go in if you are not ready. There is no shame in coming back another day.”

“No.” Damian took a deep breath, feeling part of his nervousness leave him. “I’m ready.”

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“I’m here to see Marie Agreste. She should be in the ICU.” Damian told the security guard. “I’m her nephew.” He quickly added, hearing his heart pound in his ear as he handed him his school ID. He could feel the extra wrinkles he just gave the gift bag in his hands.

Why was he like this? 

He had done this many times before, or at least, according to his family, he had done this as if by second nature.

So if was supposedly so skilled at this, why did his lying feel so wrong? Terrible?

”That’s nice of you to do. Teens these days barely visit their sickly family members.” The guard told him, giving him a smile as he gave him back his ID. “She’s on the fifth floor, room 23, Bed B.”

”Thank you.” Damian gave a curt before heading for the elevator. He could feel his stomach flip as the elevator stopped at each floor, watching as people, nurses and doctors stepped in and out. He could pick up the scents of the sickly and of the dead a bit too quickly for his liking, feeling bile start to rise to his mouth.

Why was he skilled in picking these scents so easily?

Once he got to the fifth floor, he quickly stepped out and followed the hallway before standing in front of two large doors. 

How was he supposed to-

“-looking for, young man?”  A voice spoke to him, only then realizing there was an intercom on the wall.

”I’m looking for my aunt, Marie Agreste.”

”I’ll open the door.”

With a buzz, the doors opened, Damian walking up to the small station. “Your aunt would be just down the hall.

”Much appreciated.”

Damian walked down the hall, feeling his heart even louder. The minute he walked into the room, he could feel something warm wrap itself around him. He felt his worries melt away, a peace settling over him. 

He walked towards the back of the room, standing in front of the last bed.

The minute his eyes landed on her face, everything came back to him.

”And who might you be?” The woman before him asked, squinting her eyes a bit to get a better look at Damian. “I wasn’t expecting any visitors today. Are you perhaps coming in per Adrien’s request? I know he has been busy trying to handle the bakery by himself.” She let out a chuckle. “Then again, he hasn’t always been that great at managing the bakery even with help.”

“Are you, Marie? he quietly asked, feeling his vision hazy for a bit. 

She looked exactly the same. “And no, I didn’t come here due to your husband’s request.”

“If not by his request, why are you here? Who are you?” She asked, Damian noticing the tensing of her frame, her shoulders squaring. 

Despite that, he didn’t bother to try and explain himself. 

She was right in front of her. 

She sounded the same as in his memories of her. 

She still has the same gentle smile on her face, the same smiling eyes … “Are you able to see me, ummi? Do you remember me?”

”Ummi? I don’- oh. Oh!” Marie gasped, placing a hand over her mouth. “Oh, Damian…Damian, is that you?” He didn’t care if she didn’t welcome his embrace, but he went for it anyway. He tightly hugged her, making sure to not cause her any harm. After all, he didn’t want to risk her health. 

The minute he hugged her, a wave of nostalgia hit.

The smell of tea leaves and herbs flooded his mind as the hospital gown under his hands turned into a soft silk. He could feel her hands slowly wrap themselves around him, pulling him tighter into her embrace.

“Dami, oh! My baby!” She cried, using all her force to hold onto her boy. Oh how much he had grown since the last time she saw him! “By the gods, you’re safe. You’re alive! But how- where- How are you here? Does Talia-”

“I live with my father now.” He answered, feeling her push him away to get a better look at him. She placed a hand on his face. “He has full custody of me. Talia wasn’t happy.” He found himself needing to say as he finally sat on the edge of her bed. 

He felt himself smile upon hearing Marie laugh her heart out, noticing tears trailing down her face. “Momma, why are you crying? Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“Oh, no. These, these are happy tears Damian.” Marie explained, wiping them away, sniffling a bit as she did. “I’m so glad you’re okay. I don’t know what would’ve happened if they actually had done something to you that night. Actually, I do know what would’ve hap-”

“That…that night?” Damian asked, wondering what she was talking about. Wasn’t she in the hospital because of her health? Why was she talking about ‘that night’? What night is she talking about?

Was…

Was she there… that night?

When he finally decided to look at her again, he wasn’t expecting to see her look…apologetic…

“I’m guessing your father didn’t tell you what happened that night…did he?”

“...he didn’t…he only mentioned I got injured while we were out for a family outing…he didn’t say anything else.”

While he wanted to fully tell her what happened…he’s not sure if she knew what his current job was…or if she knew what his father’s true job was…

For all he could know, she only knew about their civilian lives and his assassin background…

“Your mother sent someone out to kill you Damian.” Marie quietly said, looking down at her hands. “She didn’t have a need for you anymore…or so she told me-”

“Mother…tried to kill me?” Damian asked, processing the words he just heard. 

His father had always told him about the pride and joy his mother would speak of when the two would find each other in the field. He told him about the custody fight he had over him just months ago to prevent Talia from taking him back to the League…

She…wanted him dead?

“-mentioned something of cloning, having made a perfect son and some other nonsense I was too busy to fully listen to when-”

“And you were there?” Damian asked Marie, hearing his heart in his ears. “You were there and left me there…to die?”

“What? No! I didn’t leave you-I would never do that Damian!”

“Yes you would.” Damian whispered, closing his eyes and seeing her back getting smaller as she left the League’s compounds. He watched as he was dragged back to his room and was locked in there. 

He remembered screaming for her as he tried to lift himself to his bedroom window in hopes of seeing her somewhere in the distance. “You probably left me there…just like you did all those years ago…ummi… or should I say, Marinette?”

NEXT

[newtonsheffield]

Okay. So I’ve finally read all of the snippets for the Bodyguard au and as always, chef’s kiss. I just really love the idea that even after Kate and Ant admit they love one another, not everything is magically fixed. Particularly with Anthony’s injury after getting shot.

Like, who’s in the room with him when the doctors tell him? Is this yet another moment when Violet blows up at Kate? What are Anthony’s thoughts immediately after he hears the news? What are Kate’s?

The angst is so real and I love it so much.

Oh it’s a rough day for all of them. It’s the day after Kate and Anthony have decided to let the palace officially announce their relationship and Violet is still feeling very anti-Monarchy. One particular member of the monarchy to be specific so there was already a lot of tension in the hospital room before Anthony got the news.

“Well, look on the bright side.” Anthony cleared his throat and Kate’s chest ached. “You can finally sleep on my left arm without me complaining about getting pins and needles.”

Kate bit back tears, guilt welling in her chest. “That’s not funny, Anthony. This isn’t funny.”

“No. It’s not.” Anthony sighed and Kate could have sworn she could see the beginnings of what terrified her. He’d resent her one day, for this. He’d resent her for the life they were living and all the sacrifices he’d have to make and most of all for the price he’d paid for saving her life. But this wasn’t about her. It wasn’t about how she was feeling.

“I’m sorry.”

Anthony shook his head, leaning his forehead against hers. “Don’t do that. Don’t. This is not your fault.”

“You shouldn’t be worried about me.”

“I would do it again. Even if I knew what would happen, I would do it again, Kate. And sure, my life’s going to be different and it might be a bit harder but please don’t think I blame you for this.”

Kate took a deep breath, swiping at her tears, “I just… I’m sorry. You’re dealing with this huge thing and I’m such a spoiled brat I’ve made it all about me.”

Anthony sighed, pulling his arm tighter around her waist, “I’m okay. I’m a little bit scared and this is going to mean changes for me but I’m going to recover. I’m going to get better. I have you, I have my family and I’m not sorry. I’m going to have a pretty amazing life. Your Dad basically told me yesterday I better marry you. He was very scary, but I’m excited.”

“We;;, he didn’t have to wear the crown.” Kate sighed, leaning her chin against his shoulder. “Even if it was just the small one. I’m excited to start our life together, we can go out to eat in restaurants now. We can share one iced coffee like people on instagram do. Oat milk obviously, your tummy gets sore.”

Anthony smiled, “You’re looking after me already.”

“I intend to take very good care of you during this recovery. You’re going to heal too fast. The doctors will be shocked.”

“Can’t wait, baby.”

Even so, Kate can’t stop the guilt in her chest when she goes outside to get Anthony a snack from the vending machine and she sees Anthony’s mother who’d left to update his brothers and sisters hours ago, her stare hard on Kate. Mrs Bridgerton had tears streaming down her cheeks and her shoulders are shuddering with her gasps.

“Mrs Bridgerton?”

“Of course you’re still here.”

Kate hated how small she felt taking the seat beside Anthony’s mother, the worst things she’d thought about herself and their relationship reflected back at her. “Mrs Bridgerton. This is a very difficult time, and-”

“And you’re looking for an excuse to leave him, now? You want me to tell him? Is that it?”

Kate stared at her, crossing her arms over her chest. “You don’t have a very good opinion of me do you?”

“It’s not about you. I’m scared for my son.” She said sharply, “I waited every day for him to come home when he was in the army. I cried, and I waited by the phone and I was relieved when he came back. And then he took that job and I was still a little relieved because I thought how dangerous is it really? How bad could it be. And now he’s nearly died. He’s lost the use of his arm and all for a woman who could break him even more. He nearly died for you. What else would he do?”

Kate nodded slowly, “I’m sorry this happened to him. I never wanted him to- I would rather he let me get shot. You don’t have to believe me now but I love your son. I want to marry him, I want us to have children together, I want an entire life with him. Like I said earlier: I’d never ask him to choose between me and your family. I’d let him go long before that. I hope you won’t ask him not to pick me.”

“I…” She trailed off. “I hope you’re telling the truth, about loving him. He’s not the kind of person who gets over things like this.”

“Neither am I.” Kate said firmly, “You’ll believe me someday. I’m going to be by his side as long as he wants me. We royals don’t really do anything anyway do we?”

Mrs Bridgerton chuckled a little, swiping at her tears, “I respect you just a little for standing up to me. Just don’t let him eat too much dairy, he pretends it doesn’t but it gives him a tummy ache.”

“I know it does.” Kate hummed, leaning back in her chair. “I’ve had to buy oat milk for him. It’s a rich person trend I’d hoped never to get into honestly.”

“If you hurt him I’ll hurt you. I don’t care who you are.”

“I respect that.”

“Good. At least we can respect one another.”

[lavenderdaisychain]

A/N: Hey yall! First and foremost: If you’ve read this before this no you haven’t. This is my first time posting this Anyways! This is my first long-form story so of course I chose the longest show known to man!

Thank you to my lovely beta reader: @ebodebo (go follow her) for putting up w my constant talk of rewriting (turns out you do need 5 chapters of filler lol) and being my all around soundboard. I’m so excited for the things we have planned! Enough yapping let’s get on with it!

TW: gore, violence, strong language, mature content

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Chapter one- The World Is Ending

August 26th, 2010-

The beeping of hospital monitors haunted my sleep. I’d been spending every night in uncomfortable, plastic, hospital chairs for as many nights as my mom allowed. My father Rick Grimes had been shot in the line of duty 2 weeks ago and had fallen into a coma from the blood loss.

I stayed with him when my mom worked so he wasn’t alone. I’d tell him about school, keep him updated on Carl and read to him, praying he could hear me. A fresh vase of flowers at least made the room bright for when he’d wake up.

But right now I was sleeping, or trying anyway. I could feel a thin hospital blanket on me. Theo, one of the hospital's CNAs, harassed me about taking care of myself and usually I fell asleep fully clothed in their shitty chairs without a blanket.

“Peaches?” The voice behind her made Victoria practically jump out of her seat.

“Jesus Shane….you scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here?” Victoria asked harshly. She never liked Shane, even as a little girl they butted heads. She couldn’t for the life of her imagine why Rick would hang out with him after work.

“Victoria we need to go. Now.” He spoke quickly, making his way to her dads bed and kneeling down beside him. “Rick, if you’re gonna wake up now’s the time man, shits going down and we need to leave.”

“Shane,” Victoria laughed half heartedly “what are you talking about?” Just when she thought he was finally losing it, gunfire started to ring out from outside the door. Shane pulled Nadia down under him as she screamed. Shane covered her mouth and she would’ve bit him in different circumstances.

I mean who the hell would open fire in a hospital?!

Victoria could feel the tears start to well as Shane begged her father to wake up so they could leave, telling him that if we stayed they’d all die. After a few minutes of bargaining Shane picked her up and dragged her out of the room.

“No!” She tried to push against his grip but he was incredibly strong. Victoria kicked and pulled until Shane pushed her into a hallway, begging her to be quiet or else they’d be found. She peaked around the corner, Shane pulled a gurney in front of Rick’s room. There was blood everywhere, screams and gunfire echoed down the hall. Shane grabbed her arm and they ran from the hospital, Victoria broke down when they got to his pickup.

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” Victoria hit Shane’s arm as hard as she could over and over and over until she didn’t have it in her anymore. She knew he was hurting too but didn’t care. He left her dad there to die.

“Peaches I had to.”

“Don’t call me peaches Shane. My dad is fucking dead.”

Shane sighed again, the truck roared to life as we peeled out of the parking lot. She stared out the window, thinking of her dad. Would he die? Would they leave a comatose man’s body to sort himself out? What if he woke up and everyone was gone?

Victoria and her father had always been close. She was the stereotypical ‘daddy’s girl’, hell as soon as she was old enough to hold a rifle without falling over she and her dad had gone hunting every season.

He taught her how to cook, she knew all his favorite bands and all the words to every corny song that he absolutely loved. Sometimes when Carl was a baby she and Rick would sneak out and go to the 7/11 down the block just to get candy and rent cheesy movies to watch together….and now they’d never share those moments again.

“We’re here.”

Shane’s voice broke Victoria from her daze, she looked out the window to see her mom and brother already packed up ready to hit the road. “Go’n and pack a bag, I’ll talk to your mama and Carl.”

Carl.

He was only 10…and now he’s going to find out he’ll never see his dad again and the world might be ending?? He’ll never get those moments hunting alone with his dad as the sun breaks the day. Or watch cheesy movies with her and their dad when Victoria would be home from college. She could feel the bile rising once again as she made her way past her family and into her room.

Victoria had a typical 17 year olds room. Honestly, the floor was littered with laundry she needed to do as well as some CDs she’d rummaged through that morning. Her walls were a neon teal, they’d mostly been covered with posters of movies and bands, and paintings she’d created out of boredom. She tried to soak in every inch of her room in case she’d never see it again. As she started to pack she took a Polaroid off her wall.

“Jeez Anthony….you should be at practice right around now. Please be safe.”

She tucked the Polaroid of her and her best friend into the pocket of her backpack and kept packing. Just the essentials: a couple pairs of jeans, some tee shirts, boots, hat, dads hunting jacket, socks…toothbrush? Definitely a toothbrush. A hairbrush and a few notebooks and pens (and some comic books for Carl). She also made the decision to pack her hunting rifle in case they got stuck foraging for food, as well as a heavy knife.

She threw her bag into the back of the truck so that no one would suspect how heavy it was. Her mom and brother were crying into Shane as he had just broken the news. Or however he’d spun the story…but Victoria knew the truth that Shane had abandoned his “best friend”. Shane loaded everyone up into the truck and said they’d be headed to Atlanta and that the military would help them.

“Are we going to die?”

While it was spoken barely above a whisper, the question jolted Victoria out of her daydreamed haze. She looked down at her brother Carl who was laying in her lap.

“No baby. Because I’m going to do everything in my power to keep you safe, and so will mom and Shane.” Victoria tried her best to reassure him, rubbing his back softly. She’d instructed him to lay in her lap so he couldn’t see the panic that the rest of the world was in.

Before they knew it, they’d left King County and were headed to Atlanta. Victoria fiddled with her cross necklace, Carl had fallen asleep leaving the truck uncomfortably quiet.

The Grimes weren’t really a religious family but Victoria did usually attend Wednesday night Youth Group with her best friend Anthony. The necklace was a gift from him.

Anthony. There he was on her mind again, she’d thought about calling him but Lori demanded she save her battery incase of emergency. Anthony Smith had been her best friend since middle school. They did everything together and were practically attached at the hip when they saw each other. He was a year older than her but that never mattered in how close they were.

Anthony was actually quite soft spoken, and smart as a whip. He was a tall kid, probably standing at about 6’3. He was built like an athlete, but he had to be with Track and field. They actually became friends at a track meet in sixth grade and kept up with eachother daily through AOL and Skype. And obviously only hung around each other at said meets. Anthony’s dad was a PE teacher and Coach so he definitely fueled the athletic fire in both kids. Anthony has always been a sweet kid and even when he was an asshole Victoria could never be mad at-

“Victoria! Get your head out of the clouds I’m talking!”

Victoria jolted in her seat, there she was daydreaming again. Lori was giving her daughter quite the concerned look.

“Where are we mom?” Victoria looked out the window to see full bumper to bumper traffic.

“Outside of Atlanta but as you can see we’re stuck in traffic” Shane answered from outside, with quite an annoyed tone Victoria noticed. She ignored Shane and hopped out of the truck so she could stretch her legs.

“Where’s Carl? I think I threw some comic books in my bag, I’m sure he’s bored out of his mind sitting here.” Victoria looked around and spotted Carl a few cars down playing checkers with a girl who looked to be about his age. She had a short blonde bob and a smile as bright as the sun.

Victoria smiled in amusement and made her way to the car with her mom. “Someone has a cru-ush!” She teased in a sing-song voice. She yelped when Carl turned around and smacked her arm as hard as he could.

“Mo-om!!! Carl hit me!”

“Don’t tease your brother then!” She laughed. Victoria rolled her eyes and fluffed her brother's hair before sitting behind him to watch the kids play. Right as she sat down a woman came from the front of the car with waters. She was a smaller woman with buzzed gray hair.

“Oh! You must be Victoria, I’m Carol!” She had a smile just as bright as Sofias, Victoria made a mental note that they must be related. She smiled and thanked her for the water, and as she took a sip Carl enacted his revenge.

“You say I have a crush on a girl I just met when you’ve been after Anthony since forever.” Victoria showered the back of Carls with the water she had just taken a sip of and was prepared to cuss him out when the commotion started. Bombs were dropping into Atlanta.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Victoria screamed as she pulled the kids down to the ground underneath Carol’s car. She moved her body over the both of them so they would be shielded if anything came down.

The rest of the night was a blur. Shane grabbed everyone’s bags from the truck, grunting as he lifted Victoria's particularly heavy bag. They ran into the woods with Carol, her husband Ed, and Sophia. There were screams in the distance and somehow Victoria and the kids got separated. She held onto both of them tightly. They ran until they came up on a high spot with a small clearing.

“Stop right there.” The shotgun barrel was aimed right between Victoria's eyes. They widened with fear as she put both her hands in front of her slowly.

“Sir, we’re just trying to get off the road…I have two small kids with me, please.”

The man’s aim faltered at the sight of the kids. Victoria rushed him, taking the gun and pointing it back at him. It probably wasn’t her smartest move but she had Sophia and Carl to look out for. There was a shriek behind her and Victoria whipped around just in time to shoot a man who was trying to get Sophia. Wait…what the hell?

Victoria slowly crept up to the man. He looked pale, his eyes were white and glossy and there was fresh blood around his mouth.

“Good aim kid. I’m sorry I pointed that thing at you. I just had to make sure you weren’t like him. The names Dale, you kids can stay with me and the girls tonight and we’ll look for your crew in the morning.” Dale smiled at her warmly, he was an older man judging by his white hair. But he had kind eyes and it was late so Victoria decided he could he trusted for the night.

She nodded, grabbing the kids as they headed into Dale's RV. There were two blonde girls sitting on the couch. One older one younger, Victoria figured they were probably sisters.

“Dale, who are they?” The older blonde asked, glaring at the three kids.

“Easy Andrea, the older one can take out those things like you wouldn’t believe!” Dale smiled back at Victoria. “They’re just staying for the night and…I didn’t get your name sweetheart?”

“Victoria. Victoria Grimes.”

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[walker-extended-universe]

It'll Be Okay

Relationships: Cassie Perez & Cordell Walker, August Walker & Cordell Walker & Stella Walker, Colton Davidson/Stella Walker

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe- Canon Divergence, Episode: s02e18 Search and Rescue, Gunshot Wounds, Hospitals, Surgery, Guilt, Feels, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Because there's no way that little trailer got pelted with bullets and the only thing that got hit was Cordell's hat

A/N: Fic finally brought to you by people voting for it during my polls :)

Taglist (if you would like to be added let me know): @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @neptunium134, @itsjessiegirl1

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Liam’s phone rang on his way back after his talk with Dan. “Hello?”

“Finally you pick up!” James’ frustration was palpable over the line. “Where the hell have y’all been? I’ve been trying to get you on the phone for hours!”

Well, that couldn’t be good. “Woah, sorry, we were at the nature park trying to find Stella and August. Cell service was really bad out there. What’s going on?”

“I- Look, there’s a lot to explain but the basic story is we were checking up on a lead and we got ambushed. Walker got hit with a few bullets and it’s not looking good. They’ve got him in the ICU right now.. He’s alive and stable but he’s not out of the woods yet. Get here now.” He rattled off the address and Liam made a note in his phone before his brain had time to catch up with what he’d just heard. 

Well fuck. Looks like the family wasn’t done for the night.

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Cordell was sedated and put on a ventilator to give his body time to recover. He’d undergone surgery to remove the bullets and patch the wounds. It wasn’t the first time his family had seen him like this but, with Emily’s death only two years prior, it wasn’t easy to see. 

Three bullet wounds. Major blood loss. Internal bleeding. Minor organ damage. 3 hours in surgery. The surgery had gone as well as could be expected and the doctors were optimistic but stressed that the next few hours would be critical. It was very much still a situation of if he would be okay rather than when. 

Unlike the Walkers, Cassie had other things to occupy herself with than just her partner’s survival. “Why wasn’t I called sooner?” she demanded from James. “He’s my damn partner; if something goes down, I need to know!”

He sighed and rubbed his temple with the hand that wasn’t caught in a sling. “Perez, we were investigating a lead. It was my lead and I asked Walker to accompany me. We didn’t need you there and frankly I’m glad you weren’t. As for why I didn’t call you after he was shot, I was a little preoccupied with figuring out why all the Walkers and our DA had suddenly gone AWOL. I’m not proud of it but I meant no slight against you. Besides, there’s something else you need to know.” He explained the phone call with Rita that set them on the investigation in the first place. “We weren’t sure what to expect and I didn’t want to give you any false hope so we kept you out of the loop. We did end up finding something before we got ambushed though.” He gestured behind her and a very familiar face stepped into their small waiting room.

“Miles?”

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After an hour of sitting in Dad’s room in the ICU with no updates, Stella got antsy and decided to get up for some of the “coffee” they had in the waiting room. She didn’t have her wallet or she might’ve gone to the cafeteria to get a real drink or something to eat, not that she felt like eating anything. She just couldn’t stand to wait there any longer.

Her dad was strong and he’d been in these situations before. But after losing Mom two years ago and almost losing Colton earlier today, she was all too aware of all the potential outcomes, especially the bad ones.

She found a coffee station, poured herself a cup, and blindly walked around as a distraction. She’d been in hospitals many times before (she was pretty sure she was a frequent flier at this location in particular) but she never got used to how quiet they could be. It was one thing in an emergency, when everyone was running around and machines were going off and the air was charged with knowing that something was happening. But those brief moments weren’t the norm.

Hospitals were a dreadful place of quiet. It was a place where grieving family members said goodbye to their loved ones. It was a place where people sat, chained to their beds, knowing there was nothing to be done but wait for the all-clear. It was a place where medical debt was handed out like candy, killing any happiness someone might’ve had from knowing their mother or father or sister or son wasn’t dead after all. For every happy recovery story, there were at least five tales of woe.

She hated hospitals.

“Stella?”

A voice startled her from her thoughts and she turned to see Dan Miller poking his head out of one of the rooms. “Oh, hi Mr. Miller….”

“Call me Dan. What’re you doing here? Did you come to check on Colton?”

She bit her tongue to keep from snapping at him that his family wasn’t the center of the damn universe.. He probably just didn’t know and it’s not like that was a crazy assumption to make. “Uh, not. I’m…. I’m here for my dad. He got shot on a case and we’re all worried…..”

Dan blanched and he sheepishly glanced away. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay,” she said reflexively. “How is Colton, by the way?”

“On the mend. The doctor says he can probably go home tomorrow, they just want to keep an eye on him overnight.”

“That’s good.” At least someone was making it out of this alive. “I’m sorry about everything. I should’ve had my phone charged better and I’m the one that decided to change trails without even telling August-”

“It’s okay,” Dan said. “I know today was hectic but…. It could’ve been a lot worse. And it wasn’t. Because you stepped up.”

She nodded and pretended to take the compliment. “I try. Do… Do you mind if I visit Colton? We’re just waiting to hear about Dad and….” And I need something to do or I’m going to lose my mind.

“Uh, yeah, he’s just down the hall. Room 232.”

She nodded and walked past him towards the room. She hesitated outside the door before going in. She didn’t want to bother Colton but she had to see for herself that he was okay. She softly knocked on the door as she entered. “Hey….”

Colton looked up from his phone and smiled at her. “Hey. I didn’t think you were coming to visit me tonight.”

“I wasn’t,” she admitted. “My dad is in right now. I’m just… Trying to kill time while we wait for news.”

“What happened?”

She fiddled with her empty coffee cup. “He got shot. Not our first time dealing with that. The doctors think he’ll be okay but we’re still waiting on confirmation.”

“I’m sorry,” Colton said, reaching for her hand.

She took it and sat in the chair next to his bed. “Thanks,” she murmured. “He’ll probably be fine but…. I worry about him. It’s like every time this happens I wonder if this is going to be it. If this is going to be the time he got too unlucky….” She shook her head. “I’m sorry, you don’t need to hear all this.”

“I want to,” he said gently. “I can’t imagine how scary that is, even if you’ve been here before.”

She felt a smile tugging at her lips. “I appreciate that, but I did come here to check on you. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Doctor says I can leave tomorrow. You did a good job earlier.”

“I try.” She squeezed his hand. “I know that wasn’t an ideal first date….”

“Maybe not. But it was a memorable one.” He chuckled and she couldn’t help but laugh with him.

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It wasn’t until the next day that the doctor’s declared Cordell was out of the woods and on the road to recovery. “You’re very lucky,” they told him after the breathing tube was removed. “We’ll have you out of here in a few days but no going back into the office for at least three weeks. And even then I’m going to recommend desk work only for a while.”

For once, he wasn’t going to argue. This whole mess had been a little too close. With everything going on, he wasn’t going to say no to a little family time. He knew his kids needed to hug him and his mother needed to fuss over him. He got lucky and if the past couple years had taught him anything, it was to not press that luck too far.

They moved him out of the ICU and into a normal room for the duration of his stay. His family was there as soon as visiting hours started. The kids got first hugs and he bit down the grunt of pain when Stella hugged him a little too close to one of the bullet wounds. He just thanked anyone who would listen that he could hug them again. He listened to the story of what happened at the nature park before they got called to the hospital and sent out another “thanks” that his family was still intact.

His parents came in next, followed by Liam. “How are you feeling, baby?” Abilene asked, brushing a few imaginary hairs out of his face.

“Like I got shot,” he muttered. “I’m fine, Mama. Really.”

“Sure you are.”

“What happened?” Liam asked.

“I was checking up on a lead with James and we got ambushed. Guess it was a better lead than we thought,” he tried to joke. “We weren’t prepared for it. Honestly, it could’ve been worse. I’m just glad we can start moving forward.”

“You mean James can start moving forward,” Abby said. “You are resting until the doctor clears you to get back to work.”

“Yes, Mama.”

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He could tell something was bothering Cassie from the minute she walked in, as much as she tried to hide it. He may be new to being her partner, but he knew her well enough to know where her thoughts were.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Blame yourself for this.”

“I-”

“Cassie….” Cordell squeezed her hand. “I know you are. You’re doing that thing where you’re trying not to look at me and pretending you’re fine.”

She sighed. “I just…. It’s my fault you were there in the first place.”

“It’s not,” he said firmly. “The whole operation was James’ idea and neither of us expected that attack. We didn’t even know if there was anything to the lead. It’s absolutely not your fault.”

“I know that,” she said quietly. “But…. This is my thing. I should’ve been there.”

“Maybe,” Cordell said. “But you weren’t. And that wouldn’t’ve changed what happened. I’d probably still be in this hospital bed and you’d probably be in one of your own and then we’d be arguing with you about how much work you’re allowed to do on Miles’ case while you heal.”

“Walker-”

“My point is,” he continued, squeezing her hand again, “This isn’t your fault. There’s nothing for you to feel bad about. It happened, it sucks, but we can’t change it. I’m on the mend and in a few weeks I’ll be back in the office like nothing happened. In the meantime, you’re going to do your job and save your former partner from whatever mess he got himself into. Okay?”

Cassie nodded, squeezing back. “Yeah. I can do that.”

“Damn right you can.”

[glitterquadricorn]

Amélie - Pierre Gasly

Summary: Baby Gasly wants to come earlier than planned. Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Pregnant!Reader Warning(s): that red flag of the Japanese gp, indirectly mentions Jules' crash in 2014, FIA slander, google translate usage, labor, pregnancy, childbirth (non-graphic). If I missed something, let me know. Word Count: 1,586 (instgram au post not included)

a/n: It's been a hot minute since I wrote for a real person and It's been months since I posted anything, so forgive me if this is awful. I'm trying my best.

a/n2: I've never been pregnant, nor do I plan to, fuck them kids, so forgive me if anything inaccurate.

BIG FAT THANK YOU TO @charlewiss. They helped me get unstuck! This fic shall be dedicated to them! :)

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Pacing around the living room, hands on her waist, she breathed through a contraction. Once it passed, she noted it was quite stronger and more painful than the previous ones she felt throughout the day. Her due date was only three weeks away, so the contractions shouldn’t be this intense, right? Both Pierre’s parents and hers aren’t scheduled to fly out until a week before the baby is due and she didn’t have any friends staying with her, so if her water broke, she’d have to find a way to the hospital herself. A new fear unlocked.

She looked over to the TV just in time to see Pierre drive past a tractor that was on the track. The weather already made her feel uncomfortable prior to the race starting, but seeing just how close he was to hitting said tractor made her heart launch into her throat. Did the FIA not remember what happened in 2014? Were they trying to have a repeat? What she finds funny is they speak so much about driver’s safety and it being their top priority yet have tractors on the track while the race is still ongoing. They should’ve just canceled the race after Carlos crashed out if they wanted to practice what they preach.

The FIA collectively as a whole is her 13th reason.

A sharp pain shot across her belly, followed by a gush of liquid running down her legs. It was times like this where she wished she had someone with her. 

“No, no, no. This can’t be happening.” 

Moving carefully around the puddle at her feet, she frantically reached for her phone, calling Pierre hoping he answers. But of course he doesn’t, so she tries again and again. Nothing. He’s most likely doing post-race media. The next person she tried calling was his performance coach, Pyry. Fortunately for her, he answered.

All in one breath, “MYWATERBROKE.” 

“What was that?”

“My water broke, Pyry. I tried calling Pierre, but he didn’t answer.”

“Are you sure?”

“I know I didn’t just piss myself, Pyry,” She snapped. There was some shuffling in the background before the phone was handed over to Pierre.

“I’ll be on the first flight out, mon ange (my angel).” 

“It’s too early, Pierre.” She cried, “They're not allowed to be this early.”

“Everything will be okay. I’m going as fast as I can.”

“Please hurry.” 

Pierre’s heart ached hearing y/n’s quiet whines of pain. If he could, he’d take the pain away from her and put it all on him. As he left the circuit, he had one thought and one thought only; I’m going to be a dad soon!

Meanwhile, all the way in a hospital in Italy, y/n adjusted herself on the rather small hospital bed, trying to get comfortable. The contractions were practically on top of each other, and the last time a nurse checked her she was about four centimeters dilated. It was shaping up to be a long night and a long labor. 

“That contraction was off the charts!” Charlotte remarked. After settling in, y/n called Charlotte and without asking her to, Charlotte dropped everything and drove the three and a half hours from Monaco to Milan to be with her. She also did her a favor by calling both her and Pierre’s families.

“And I felt every second.” she winced, “Is there any update on where Pierre is?”

Charlotte pulls out her phone, tracking his flight. “He’s making his way towards Beijing right now.”

“I want him here.”

“I know you do, but don’t worry about it right now. Get some rest, you're going to need it.”

The sound of thumping from the monitor lulled her to sleep. After a couple hours worth of sleep, the nurse on call woke her up to check her dilation. She went from a four to a six. When the nurse saw the frustration on her face, she recommended taking a walk around the room or the labor and delivery floor. 

Taking their advice, her and Charlotte took laps around the nurse’s station. On the fourth lap, she turned to Charlotte, “Did I ever tell you how I told Pierre I was pregnant?”

“No. I don’t believe you did.”

Ever since the first positive pregnancy test, she thought of how she could tell Pierre. She didn’t want nor need anything big and elaborate. The more simple the better. Balloons in the shape of a pacifier? That would be great, but she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to suck the helium out if it, which is the fun part. There was also maybe the thought of sticking the positive test in a box full of grass from an Easter basket, but that can get messy and she didn’t feel like cleaning that up.

Just then a proverbial light bulb went off above her head. A simple card with a nice little note written on the inside. But then she remembered there was an unused birthday card in the drawer in her office desk. Heading off to her office, she opened the drawer in the middle, searching for the card, and once in her hand, she reached for a pen and began writing the note.

Dear Daddy, 

I am small, not yet born. I am a blessing, a gift from an unseen friend. I’ll bring you endless amounts of joy, love and laughter. I love you and momma oh so much. I can’t wait to meet you.

Love, 

Baby Gasly.

Her hand softly ran over her lower belly. She refused to believe there was a whole new life inside her. But then again, she could. Pierre and her could never really keep their hands off each other and there has been once or twice where they were reckless as far as not protecting themselves. It was only a matter of time before something like this happened.

The sound of keys in the door alerted her to Pierre coming home. “Mon amour (my love), I’m home.”

“Hey handsome! I got something for you.”

“Oh?” Pierre’s gaze went to the pink, glittery birthday card in her hand. “You know my birthday was weeks ago, right?”

“I know, but you should open and read it.”

He started reading the card as he was told. As his eyes scanned the words on the card, the smirk that was on his face turned into a broad smile. And when he got to the finish, his head snapped up.

“Are you serious? Please tell me you aren’t joking?”

“No, I’m not joking. We really are pregnant!”

Pierre wrapped his arms around her in a hug, careful not to squeeze her too tight. He pulled away, resting his forehead on hers, “Je t'aime, y/n. Je t'aime.”

“I love you too, Pierre.”

She and Charlotte went back to her room once she said she had felt immense pressure in her pelvic area. A nurse came in to check her and announced that she was fully dilated and ready to push. 

“But Pierre isn’t here! I want him here! I can’t do this without him!”

Charlotte grabbed y/n’s hand, “While it’s unfortunate that Pierre isn’t here, but I am. You can do this, I know you can. Now, let’s have ourselves a baby, yeah?”

Nurses came in and out of the room, prepping and getting things ready. The doctor followed soon after.

“On the next contraction, I want you to take a deep breath in and push downward, holding it for about ten seconds. Okay?”

A familiar pain washed over her, and she did as she was told: she pushed. Her attention kept going towards the door, hoping Pierre would walk through. But she didn’t have time to think about him not showing up because another contraction hit and she pushed through it.

“That was a good push, y/n.” the doctor smiled, “The baby's head is out. All I need is one real good push. Think you can do that for me?”

Nodding her head, she took in a breath and gave one final push. Suddenly, the pain and pressure was relieved and a loud, piercing cry rang throughout the room. 

“It’s a girl!” the doctor announced. They placed the screaming baby on her chest.

“Hi! I’m your momma,” she said, tears rolling out of her eyes. “And this is your godmother, Charlotte.”

“What? Why? I mean, I’m honored.”

“Charlotte, you’re one of my best friends. You also dropped everything you were doing and drove all the way here to be by my side. I feel that naming you as the godmother is well deserved. Besides, Pierre and I were planning on naming you and Charles the godparents, anyway.”

“I- thank you. This means a lot.”

The two friends stared down at the beautiful baby with tufts of dark blonde hair. Her eyes were a dark blue, hopefully getting to the same shade of her father’s. They also had Pierre’s nose and lips. This baby essentially looked exactly like Pierre.

Hours later, the door to y/n’s hospital room opened, and Pierre stepped in. She raised her finger to mouth, quieting him so as to not wake Charlotte who’s asleep on the couch at the end of the bed. 

He sat next to her on the bed, “I’m sorry I missed it.”

“You were on your way, and that’s all that matters.” 

“Can I hold them?”

“You can hold her all you want daddy.”

“Her? It’s a girl?” Pierre carefully picked his daughter from y/n’s arms, “mon petit ange (my little angel).”

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I don't think this was too horrible for not posting in a while. ALL PICTURES ARE NOT MINE. CREDIT TO THE OWNERS.

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[harukaprism]

A little family

Pairing: Sebastian (SDV) x F!Reader

Warnings: None, just straight up fluff.

Word Count: 775

Dawn's notes: If you know Grandpa's Theme that is the song you are playing, if you don't know it, listen to it. I have been playing a lot of Stardew Valley (yay for putting my gaming laptop to work for once) and I just really love Sebastian.

Days like this were some of the worst, a sick child who could not sleep a full night or a hold food down most of the time, while you were working hard on the farm Sebastian took your son Kai to Harvey. 

“Here is the prescription that he will need to take everyday for the next week, if it doesn’t get better bring him back to me and we can do something more.” The good doctor smiled at him.

Sebastian was tired, Kai was tired and he could only imagine what you were feeling; working outside in the warm summer heat of Pelican Valley tending to the farm, taking care of the animals, helping out the town in what little time you had, raising your son with him. “Thanks doc, we will keep you updated.” With that he made his way out of the clinic, saying goodbye to Maru on his way. 

Luckily Kai was sleeping now as the medicine kicked in with his system, slowly he stepped onto the farm, spotting you in a big sun hat to prevent a sunburn your head shot up as the farm animal ran from your side to his. “What did Harvey say?” You asked making your way over petting the cows on the way. 

“He said that some medicine everyday for a week should help him and if it does not get better bring him back. We will have to get ready for a possible trip to a Zuzu city hospital.” Sebastian was so new to this that it was stressful, he was thinking about the money the two of you would have to save, who would watch the farm during that time for you? 

“Sebastian,” your voice brought him out of his head as you took Kai from his arms making sure to keep him out of the sun. “If we have to go to Zuzu city we will, we have the money, we can ask Sam and Abby to take care of the farm for us. It will be okay.” 

“Okay.” Taking a deep breath as his eyes met yours. “Okay dear.” Seeing you smile holding your kid made him feel better, the three of you were going to be okay, everything will be fine. 

“You are doing great as a father, he is lucky to have you.” With that you placed a kiss on his cheek and started walking to the house. “I’m going to lay him in his bed, I am almost done with farmwork so why don’t you stay inside and I will take a rest day.”

That is exactly what he needed, he followed you inside, sitting down in his chair in the living room. He was a good father, you said that he was. He was taking care of his baby unlike his father, he was present in his son's life, he loved his son. 

It only took roughly an hour before Kai was up and crying again, instantly Sebastian was on his feet running up the stairs taking his boy out of his crib, rocking him. You were inside a few minutes later, quickly getting a cool compress and some warm milk, trying to make him feel better. 

After a few minutes the three of you moved downstairs into your shared bedroom sitting on the bed staying close as a family. Sebastian didn’t know how long this went on with the three of you sitting together before night fell. 

You looked tired, ready to just collapse but he watched as you carried Kai over to his keyboard and started to play a slow smooth medley humming along as the toddler sat in your lap watching as your fingers danced so carefully over the keys. 

“What are you doing?” Sebastian asked curiously as he joined you on the bench. 

“When I was a baby and couldn’t sleep my grandfather used to play this for me and it put me right to bed, said it worked on my dad too.” Your smile was a sleepy one as you played, it seemed to still have an effect on you. 

The three of you sat in silence as the notes went through your house, the crying of your child stopped and soon snoring took its place. “It works on the little guy.” He whispered looking at the young boy with a head full of black hair slumped against your stomach. 

Suddenly your head met his shoulder as your breathing slow and gentle, the medley worked on you too. Carrying the two of you to bed, Sebastian slid in right next to you. “Thank you, for giving me everything I could have ever wanted.”

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Matt Murdock’s child (Part 2)

Matt Murdock x child!reader

warnings: death, blood, guns, wounds, you know the drill

a/n: this one’s based in s2 bc part 1 was all of season 1 and got REALLY long

prompt:

part 1 part 3 part 4

summertime was a really uninteresting time for you

either staying home all day or spending your day in the office

you always walked alongside your dad

“y/n, stay away from the street” -matt

“i do what i want” -you

“do you want to get hit by a car?” -matt

antsy kiddo

all summer foggy would stop by a bakery to get you breakfast

he would use that against you if you annoyed him while he was working <3

“hey remember that time i got you a donut this morning? go away” -foggy

choosing someone in the office to sit next to and spin in your chair

you were good at sneaking looks at pictures you weren’t supposed to see

“you missed something” -you

“oh, my god! y/n, do not look, don’t look, don’t look” -karen, covering pictures of crime scenes with copy paper

sneaking snacks from the clients (who LOVED to see you, they’d always ask you about school, grades, your future, if you were in a relationship, and compliment you, they were so sweet)

you talked into the fans that desperately tried to cool down the office because you liked sounding like a robot

it got old fast

you were allowed into josie’s bar but it was not a good idea, nor was it legal

“i hope you’re gonna represent me for free if the cops ever catch your underage kid in here, murdock” -josie

“of course we will. and hey, maybe we’ll even settle our tab!” -matt

playing pool with foggy

you guys got very competitive

you cheated sometimes just to throw him off

“another for me, josie!” -you, smacking your shot glass on the bar

*josie rolling her eyes and giving you another shot of coca cola*

if matt sensed danger near, he’d send you off

“hide in the bathroom, right now” -matt

“ew, seriously? i’d rather get shot” -you

“now” -matt

this was the part where you really had to back off, the punisher was in town

sadly, that meant less time in the office and more time at home. alone.

you knew summer would fly by, but you didn’t love spending it in your apartment

worrying more when your dad didn’t come home on time

which, since foggy was on good terms with him recently, you called him up whenever you had a bad feeling

“he’s not here, he didn’t come home last night, i’m sure of it” -you, on the phone

“alright, kiddo, don’t worry, i’m on it. deep breaths, everything’s okay” -foggy

getting VERY emotional when you found out your dad was shot in the head

and leaving the room for a minute to hear him screaming

“dad?! dad, what’s wrong?!” -you

“y/n? y/n? i can’t hear, i can’t hear. are you there? i can’t hear!” -matt

you would have taken him to a hospital, but he wouldn’t budge

you cried to yourself over it

protesting his next outing

“you’re gonna get yourself killed one way or another! i still need you!” -you

“hell’s kitchen needs me” -matt

“forget about hell’s kitchen! i’m tired of it! you were on the verge of death when foggy found you, i’m not just gonna let that go” -you

“you should, love you” -matt, leaving

another worrisome night when he took way too long to come home <3 didn’t help that foggy was giving you live updates

sitting on the couch like a concerned parent when he got home

“it’s past curfew. where were you, matthew?” -you

“really not in the mood, y/n” -matt

getting dragged along to funerals galore

like mr. grotto’s

“wasn’t this dude like, a murderer or whatever?” -you, whispering

“quiet, y/n” -matt

“talking is the only way i can annoy you, you can’t see the stupid stuff i do” -you

when you get in trouble matt forces you to watch the news

“your punishment is 3 hours of news” -matt

“…which channel?” -you

“fox” -matt

“NO” -you

debating making your own suit and taking on crime in hell’s kitchen with your dad

ha! yeah right

“that’s crazy talk, y/n. you’re like 14” -you, to yourself

when punisher got captured, you stayed home for the celebration

where elektra broke in

“not you again” -you

“still mad daddy chose me over you?” -elektra

“why are you in my house?” -you

“you seem awfully calm by me being here” -elektra

“i’m going to bed” -you

waking up to your dad yelling

“oh, right. she’s here. sorry” -you

“you knew she was here and you just fell asleep?!” -matt

“i can’t explain to you just how tired i am of this” -you

“they’re still mad at me for stealing you away from them” -elektra

way to make matt feel even more guilty

going back to bed

you didn’t want to be any part of that

thinking back on all the nights matt didn’t come back to the dorm because he was with her

and all the nights foggy spent taking care of you

“you want like, ramen or something? i got tons of it” -foggy

watching cartoons on youtube all night

that’s where “uncle foggy” really came to be, he was family to you

you actually did forgive your dad for ditching you in college, he was still young and never got a chance to be irresponsible (since you’d been conceived)

but you still hated elektra for messing him up so bad

but you got him through it, and he finished his degree for you

now matt was worried about you, especially since he was giving you almost no time between daredevil, nelson and murdock, and karen

“you’re going on a date with karen?!” -you

“it’s possible” -matt

“want to know what’s a bad idea? dating your employees” -you

“when did you become my voice of reason?” -matt

“oh, would you prefer this?” -you, clearing throat “is she gonna be my new mommy?”

just backing off and giving up, it was too stressful to focus on him

you had homework anyways ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

when foggy and matt’s relationship got rocky, foggy was still absolutely there for you

would check on you all the time (and occasionally ask where the hell your dad was)

“hey, how’s everything going, kid?” -foggy

“i don’t want to talk about it” -you

“that bad, huh?” -foggy

despite his busy schedule, he’d take long lunches every once in a while and take you out of school to get food

yeah he was pretty cool

matt kept coming home late, not used to the fact that you stopped staying up for him

he’d check on you in your room and honed in on your heartbeat. you know, just to make sure you were alive. (it’s not creepy)

starting to get increasingly angry when foggy mentions that matt was MIA for court

elektra almost dying in your living room

“ah, hello, y/n” -stick

“dad, can you please stop bringing murderers into our house? i live here too” - you

“your little one reminds me of ellie” -stick

“you son of a—” -you

“y/n! just step out, you don’t need to see this” -matt

packing a bag and leaving to go to foggy’s

“and then he said ‘step out, you don’t need to see this’” -you

“hah! the blind guy telling you what you can and cant see!” -foggy

“also blind to the fact that he’s literally repeating law school all over again” -you

“holy shit, you’re right…want some ramen?” -foggy

matt didn’t really try to get you back to your apartment

you were disappointed because he didn’t try

but he was just trying to keep you safe since the apartment was compromised

didn’t mean foggy wouldn’t make in known every time they saw each other

you flipped out when you heard foggy got shot

and stayed with him the whole time he was in the hospital

“your friend’s downstairs, you gonna say ‘hi’?” -claire

“he’s fine, watching tv” -matt

“your kid’s down there, too. you sure you don’t want to go see them?” -claire

you just knew the lockdown in the hospital had to do with your dad

you locked and barricaded the door

“you really think that’s necessary?” -foggy

“better safe than sorry. but i mean, it’s not like any of us got shot today. oh wait” -you

“don’t you have school tomorrow? go home, i’ll give you the key” -foggy

sleeping in the hospital room all night

marci stopping by the hospital

“oh, if i knew you were here, i would’ve brought you something” -marci

“really?” -you

“no. but i can get you a bag of chips or some candy from the vending machine” -marci

as things kept falling apart, foggy made the decision to back out of N&M, but assured you that it had nothing to do with you

you could stay with him as long as you needed no matter how rocky his relationship with your dad was

it was sad that nelson and murdock was no more, though

“you ever see an end to dad’s ‘mission?’” -you

“your father is a very complicated man. stupid, easily distracted, crazy, blind. i don’t know, maybe soon he’ll see the error in his ways” -foggy

“you really think so?” -you

“no, not really” -foggy

when elektra died, matt showed up to foggy’s place. a whole mess

“i’m sorry, i really am. i just didn’t want you to get hurt, but i messed up. please, just come back home. i promise it’ll be different.” -matt

you caved and went home, but foggy triple assured you he was there for you

“you’re a dick, matt” -foggy

“yeah, i know. thanks for taking care of them” -matt

“no need. i did it for them, not you” -foggy

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Hello everybody! I hope you’re all keeping safe and well 💛

Just to give you a bit of an update on the status of ‘Turn Back Time’ - I’m diligently chipping away and finally getting back into a rhythm of writing but work has been particularly busy so, for the time being, I have closed one shot requests to spend more time on the third instalment. 

As of right now, we’re still on track for a winter start but, in the mean time, hopefully this little excerpt from Chapter 3 will keep you entertained! 🙂

She was watching Adam hop through a princess-themed bouncy castle with a tiara wedged on top of his head and a giggling Alexis in his arms when Trudy appeared behind her, the front of her shirt littered with a myriad of Frozen stickers that Alexis had spent a good thirty minutes pressing into place before waddling off to find Hank who had been deep in conversation with Wallace Boden on the other side of the room. 

“Lovin’ the decal on that shirt Trudy.”

Kate couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled forth at Trudy’s exaggerated eye roll, both of them fully aware that the usually stoic-desk sergeant melted like ice in the desert when it came to Alexis Voight. 

“Good job you two make cute babies, huh.” She muttered dryly, resting her weight against the nearby counter with her arms folded across her chest, quietly watching Kate’s profile.

“We’re trying for another one.”

Both of Trudy’s eyebrows rocketed to her hairline.

“Oh, uh, congrats on having regular unprotected sex I guess.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Kate replied with a huff of genuine laughter before drawing in a long, steady breath. “I almost lost myself trying to find who killed my dad. I’ve never told anyone this before but it’s why I got transferred from Narcotics to Vice. My Sergeant was worried I was in over my head and transferring me into Vice meant more UC work, less time to spend on my dad’s case.”

Undercover work had become Kate’s substance of choice when it came to needing something the dull the pain of whatever bullshit she had going on in her personal life. Whether it be some asshole breaking her heart or needing to get away from the constant barrage of thinly-veiled insults her family threw her way. Assuming the life of someone else had been her escape. Then she met Jake and things had been good for a while until the life she had tentatively allowed herself dream about became nothing short of a nightmare. 

But the first thing she did when everything fell apart was slip right back into UC work because, although it was like living on a knife edge, it was surprisingly easy. 

No real friends, no family, no emotions. Sometimes easy was so much better than safe. 

“You were a rookie, Kate. You can’t beat yourself up for not knowing stuff you hadn’t been taught yet.”

“That’s what Hank said.”

“Well, he’s right…not that I’ll ever admit that to his face. Now c’mon, your firstborn’s first birthday is a day of celebration. This time a year ago we were…” She slipped back the sleeve of her shirt to cast a glance at her watch, mouth pulling into a wry grin. “…I think we were pacing around your hospital room praying for your husband to switch his damn cell phone on.”

Kate couldn’t help but grin at the memory of trying to keep both herself and Trudy calm as Alexis rapidly made her way into the world, thankfully waiting just long enough for Hank to make it to the hospital. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so pleased to see him.” Kate mused, her eyes once again drifting to Hank who was now bouncing Alexis in his arms as Erin slowly crossed the room with a giant pink and white cake in hand, a single candle alight in the middle in the shape of a number one. 

As Kate stood tucked beneath Hank’s arm, beaming with pride as their closest friends and family crowded around them to celebrate their baby’s first birthday, she found herself wondering if her dad would’ve wanted her to keep chasing his murderers like this. Trudy was right, even if she did find the person responsible, it wouldn’t bring him back. He still wouldn’t be here with them to watch Alexis clap her little hands together as Hank extinguished the candle with an exaggerated puff, cheering and laughing along with everybody else as she smushed a wedge of frosting into his mouth. 

But even though it wouldn’t bring him back, perhaps she would finally find some peace knowing that those who had taken these little moments from them had been rightly served justice they deserved.

[milkywaygg]

Lost Child Chapter 2

             Linnie sat at the edge of his seat as he and Darren sat in the waiting room of the ER, waiting for an update on the doctor. Linnie squirmed around nervously while Darren eyeballed him, unsure of what his father was so stressed out about. It wasn’t like any of his biological children or grandchildren were in the hospital; it was just some strange kid Darren had decided to take pity on. Plus, Darren wasn’t sure if the ER was even necessary. He believed that Julie had just passed out due to exhaustion and that Linnie was overreacting.

“What’s the deal with you, Dad? What are you stressing out about over there?”, Darren asked, noticing Linnie’s worried glance staying still.

“I’m just worried for that baby. I really hope they find out what’s wrong and can help her. I-I can’t imagine what she must be going through right now. My heart just hearts for her.”, Linnie said quietly, his eyes still glued to the door that led to all the hospital rooms.

“Oh come on.”, Darren rolled his eyes, “I doubt she’s in any serious condition. She probably just passed out from exhaustion or something. She’ll probably be fine once they give her some sort of medicine.”

“Well, I mean we don’t know for sure, Darren. I mean, she could have a condition we don’t know about, and if she’s been stuck in the middle of an alleyway by herself, with very little to eat or drink, or no treatment, then I worry whatever condition she might have will progress”, Linnie sighed, “I just don’t understand it. How could you abandon such a sweet, beautiful child like that? I don’t understand what’s wrong with those parents of hers.”

“Well, maybe they had their reasons. Maybe they don’t have the money to take care of her or didn’t plan on having her.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t excuse abandoning a child in the middle of downtown to fend for herself.”, Linnie said, somewhat defensively, “They could have put her up for adoption, or leave her at the fire or police station. We have resources nowadays, so I honestly don’t understand why they couldn’t utilize those resources, instead of leaving the poor dear all alone, in the cold, and in an awful part of the neighborhood to make this worse.”

“Well, what if she wasn’t necessarily abandoned? What if maybe she got lost and something happened to her parents? I mean, is it possible they might have gotten shot since they were in the shady part of town?”, Darren suggested, “I just don’t get why someone would just be willing to throw their kids on the street out of the blue. It doesn’t add up to me.”

“Oh, I do supposed you have a point. We don’t even know if Julie’s parents are even alive anymore, but I’m really hopeful our visit to the police will at least give us some clues.”, Linnie sighed, twiddling his thumbs, “I don’t know. I just feel so awful.”

“Why? You’re not the one leaving your kids to rot.”

“I meant I just feel awful for her. I can’t imagine being in that same situation. She deserves a nice, warm place to call home, food in her belly, and a family that loves her with all their heart. I don’t know Darren. I just hope she’ll be ok soon.”

Darren sighed, starting to feel some of the same sadness Linnie was feeling. Sure, he didn’t know the child by any means, and he wasn’t the best person when it came to empathy and love, but Darren found himself wishing quietly that the child would be ok and that the doctors would get her medicine and treatment as fast as they could. After waiting in silence for nearly another hour, the door finally opened, revealing a dark-skinned nurse with dark brown, curly hair, and pink eyes.

“You two can come in now. We’re done testing her.”, she said, looking up from her clipboard.

“How is she? Is she going to be ok? Ooh is she in any pain?”, Linnie asked frantically, jumping up from his seat, the nurse putting a hand in front of him.

“Relax sir. She’s ok. We just did some bloodwork and scans on her, and the doctor is currently reviewing the results. I figured you two might want to come in and talk.”, she said calmly, before leading the two males down a long hallway. Turning to the right, the walls eventually progressed from a clean, white brick wall, to a white wall with children’s paintings and rainbows decorated all over. They also passed a couple of bulletin boards that showcased some drawings children with cancer had made, and a few toys rooms placed randomly every few doors.

At last, they had finally reached Julie’s room where she was sleeping in the middle of the bed, with an IV on her right side and few Jello cups on the nightstand on her left . Linnie breathed a sigh of relief knowing that the child was ok, before he and Darren took a seat in the chairs surrounding the bed. After telling them the doctor would be there soon, the nurse left to take care of some other patients, leaving Linnie and Darren alone with Julie, the two males studying her features. Linnie smiled softly at her arms, noticing some of the bandages taking care of her wounds.

“Oh thank goodness they caught that. I was really hoping they wouldn’t overlook it.”

“Dad, give them some credit. They know what they’re doing. Just trust them.”, Darren said swiftly, looking over at Julie’s cyan hair and large nose, “Hmmmmm.”

“What? What are you looking at Darren?”

“Nothing. It’s just…I don’t know. She kind of look…familiar somehow. I just can’t put my wand on it.”, Darren said, frowning and piercing his eyes. “Her hair in particular..kind of looks like Nora except straight….Uh, you don’t think when she was around, Nora was sleeping around, do you?”

“I-I…”, Linnie stammered, unsure of what to say at the start, “I-If she did, I never did catch her. You don’t think?”

“I mean, it’s possible, especially if that bitch just left her in the alleyway.”, Darren shrugged, no longer surprised by Nora’s antics, “And look at that nose! She has the same nose and me, and you and Nora had always said that the nose came from her side of the family.”

“Well yes, I supposed that’s true.”, Linnie said quietly, now invested in Julie’s features himself, “I’m not sure though. There are other cyan colored fairies around, and that nose isn’t incredibly uncommon. What if maybe it’s just a coincidence that she looks like her?”

“Could be, but I still think it’s weird how she also has the exact same colored eyes are you..wait.”, Darren said, now looking at his father with slight disgust, “No…you didn’t!”

“What?”, Linnie asked confused at first, before jumping straight into defenses, “Wait, are you seriously accusing me of leaving her all alone in the alleyway? Are you kidding me Darren?”

“Well I mean, why else are you getting so defensive.”, Darren smirked, forcing Linnie to resist the urge to slap him. After struggling for a few seconds, Linnie finally put his hand down and took a deep breath.

“How dare you. I can’t believe you would say such a thing. I’ll tell you what, young man.”, Linnie said, trying to hold his anger back in, “If I was having another child, don’t you think you and your siblings would know about it? Did you forget out pregnancy works? We don’t exactly stay thin for the entire time, you know. If that child was mine, then I would have had to give birth to her! How dare you accuse me of doing something so disgusting to a poor baby!”

“Well, I’m just saying it’s suspicious that the child looks like you and Nora!”

Before Linnie could retaliate, Dr. Honeycomb had knocked on the door, and flew inside, smiling politely at Linnie and Darren before taking a seat where the computer desk way, typing in some of the paperwork on his clipboard.

“Alright so, I’m assuming you are this little girl’s family?”, he asked, looking up from his monitor. Linnie shook his head.

“No, I’m afraid not. We found this poor dear in the middle of an alleyway and saw that she had nothing to eat or drink, and was practically freezing.”, Linnie said, “Is she going to be alright?”

“Well, with enough tender loving care, she will be. I have her bloodwork and scans here, and luckily, she doesn’t have anything we can’t fix. For starters, she’s very malnourished and dehydrated, so we’re going to keep her in for a few days to make sure she gets back to where she needs to be, giving her the proper vitamins she needs, and figure out a diet plan or eating schedule for her until she’s back to normal weight. According to my charts, she’s a few inches shorter than the average 5,000 year old and is about 15 pounds lighter than the national average weight for her age.”, Dr. Honeycomb explained, “She’s also got a case of hypothermia, so she’ll need to be kept under warm blankets and surfaces until she recovers.

“Is there any other conditions she might have? Any diseases?”

“Other than what I had just explained, no. This just seems like a case of neglect and abandonment to me, but don’t worry. Like I said, we’ll keep her in here over the next few days in case she does develop something serious. In the meantime, I suggest you folks head home. Seems like you two have had a long way. The receptionist will call you when she’s ready to pick up. Uh, does this little girl have any family that we can contact?”

“No, we plan on going to the police station once we get her to feel better.”, Linnie said quietly. Dr. Honeycomb smiled at him kindly.

“Well, I hope you can find her family soon. In the meantime, why don’t you two head home? You look awfully tired.”

Nodding softly, Linnie and Darren left the hospital room to allow Julie to get some sleep, leaving the hospital and poofing back towards the apartment. Feeling the all too familiar tension in the air suddly, Darren grabbed Linnie’s shoulder before he headed towards his room.

“Uh, you know for all that it’s worth, maybe we should get a DNA test before we decide who’s kid it is, you know? I mean..now that I think about it, it could be a coincidence like you said.”

“Nice try Darren.”, Linnie shrugged off gently, still hurt by Darren’s words at the hospital, “I just, I can’t believe you would think so low of my, you would believe I would do something like that to an innocent little girl.”

“Hey, in my defense, I didn’t SAY you did for sure! It was just a speculation.”, Darren said, raising his hands up, “You know what, maybe you need to grow up and stop being so fucking sensitive all the time. I swear, you take every damn thing personally.”

“Darren, enough! Please! Just-“, Linnie said softly, “Look, if we don’t find this child’s parents, then yes, I’ll consider a DNA test or try to locate where she came from, but right now, I just can’t take anymore of your disrespect.”

“How am I being disrespectful? I’m literally just telling you how I feel.”

“There are ways of doing that without the gaslighting. You know what, maybe you’re just as stressed I am right now. Maybe we should get some rest.”, Linnie said, no longer wanting to argue with him, “I’m going to bed Darren. If the hospital calls, let me know please. I love you, Darren. Goodnight.”

[averagewriter-inthedark]

A Family Of Cats & Spiders 🤍 | Post NWH Series P.8 FINALE

Contains spoilers for Spider-Man NWH

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Read the previous series in association

Characters & Pairings: Tobey!Peter Parker x female!reader/Black Cat (romantic), Benny Parker OC, Harry Parker OC, Mary Jane Watson x John Jameson, Gwen Stacy, J. Jonah Jameson

Content warnings: pregnancy, labor & birth. Profanity, implications of sex. Flirtatious banter & sexual tension. | Female reader (she/her)

Premise: It’s been a long nine months for the Parker family with the anticipating arrival of a new member. Peter has taken a break as Spider-Man, Y/n put Black Cat in the past & their twin sons are eager to take on the mantle of New York’s crime fighting superheroes. They’ve had quite the journey and while some chapters come to an end, new beginnings are in store for Queens’ favorite family.

Note: WE’VE COME TO THE END !! 😭🥺 This is the final part of ‘Family Of Cats & Spiders’!! I can’t believe it’s already the end. It’s been about two and a half weeks since I started this series and I can’t believe I already finished it. I’m so happy with how this turned out and thank you all for being patient about updates and sending me feedback. I really enjoyed writing this & while I’m sad it’s completes, this is not the end of Peter and Black Cat!reader because the prequel series is coming! It will follow the events of Tobey!Peters movies and I already have an idea of how it’s going to go. After all I have hinted on many things in this series and my first one. Hope you enjoy this final installment of ‘Family of Cats & Spiders’ and I’ll see you again in the prequel! 🤍

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“Peter—P-Peter, get up,” Y/n moaned, throwing the covers off and sitting up against the couch cushions behind her. For the past two weeks as her due date approached, Y/n and Peter had been sleeping on the pull out couch in the living room. It was easier for the pregnant woman—the two sets of stairs becoming a little difficult with the passing days.

Her hand shot out to shake her husband, feeling him stir, “Babe, it’s time. I-I—ooo, shit—I can feel it.” Suddenly Peter shot up—feeling his spidey-senses tingle, spinning around to see Y/ns distressed state. “Baby Parker is all baked in the oven—t-their ready to get out.”

He leaned over to see the clock hanging read ‘1:40 AM’ making him spring from the mattress. “O-okay, here darling let me help you.” Peter moves over to her side, placing a hand on her back to guide her to hang her legs off the bed before lifting his hand, “you stay there and hang tight. I’m gonna wake the boys up and grab the hospital bag.” Once she nods—steadying her breathing—Peter races up the stairs and first enters Benny’s room to wake him before doing the same to Harry.

“Benny I need you to go start the car while Harry you keep mom company—make sure the cats have enough food and water and then we’ll help her to the car.”

“On it, dad.” They both said between yawns and carefully went down the stairs while Peter went to the master bedroom to retrieve the packed hospital bag. He should’ve left it downstairs, but honestly with everything happening the thought slid past him.

The twins both went to the kitchen to refill the cat bowls. Once that was finished, Benny fetched the car keys from the counter before heading out the door and Harry took a seat on the mattress next to Y/n. “You doing okay, mom? Ready to pop the newest spider out?”

“Oh yeah,” she chuckled with a wince, the contraction hitting her, “Hopefully they come quick—I don’t think I’ll handle being in labor for several hours. You boys were stubborn and kept me in the hospital for almost forty before the doctors finally broke my water.”

Harry let out a laugh, “oops, what can we say—we take after you with wanting to make an entrance.”

“That’s for sure.”

Benny came back in announcing the car was ready, handing the keys to Peter who had just returned from the bedroom after changing his clothes and grabbing the hospital bag. “Here put this in the trunk,” he handed the bag to his son before adding, “and if you two want to change real quick then do it now. Who knows how long we’ll be there—might as well be comfortable.”

“Oh I’m cozy,” Harry gestured to his fluffy Star Wars pajamas, “Nothing better than going to a hospital in my jammies.” Benny on the other hand changed out of his flannels and opted for a plain pair of sweatpants with his Yankees shirt and beanie.

Y/n could change if she wanted too—but felt her silk maternity nightie was the best option since she would be in a hospital gown for the entire labor & birth. “Harry go get me my robe—it’s hanging behind the bathroom door.” The teenager did as told, disappearing up the stairs.

“How you feeling, Y/n.” Peter knelt down so he was level with her legs, placing his hands on her calves to rub smooth circles. “Are the contractions close? Or several minutes apart?”

She adjusted herself, sighing when the latest pain faded slightly. “Not too close—I would say eight to ten minutes, so still preterm thankfully.” Y/n gave Benny a smile when he brought her a water bottle from the fridge, thanking him while uncapping it to take a sip. “Water hasn’t broken yet, but you know that can happen at any moment. Did you call the Dr. Westbourne?”

“I did right before I changed,” he tells her, taking the bottle when she hands it over to put on the coffee table they’d pushed against the wall. “She said she’s on the way and will have the room ready for when we get there.”

That made her relieved. Harry showed up a second later with her rob in hand. With the help of Peter and Benny, they gently helped Y/n off the mattress—Peter assisting with the rob and tying a know to keep it in place. “I guess it’s time to get a move on them,” Y/n said with a nervous smile. Hand in Peters, the man guided her out the door with their sons in tow. “You know you boys don’t have to come,” she said while she attempted to get in the passenger seat of the car—Peter helping her get comfortable, “—labor can take hours. Dad could always come get you after.”

“Nah mom we want to be there ,” Harry said with excitement, buckling his seatbelt. “You guys finally made us older brothers—it is our brotherly obligation to be there for the arrival of baby Parker.”

“Yeah,” Benny agrees mid-yawn. “I don’t mind sleeping in a hospital chair of a waiting room. We’re here for your support.” Y/ns heart melted at that, blessed to have two wonderful sons. Their little family really was her rock—and she couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have it. Despite all her wrongdoings in the past and some of the decisions she made, Y/n managed to find a diamond in an ocean of sand.

The drive to the hospital consisted of blasting 90s music on the radio to distract Y/n from her contractions. It was quiet the sight—even Harry smuggling his phone out to record a video. Y/n was doing a little dance in her seat—one hand up while the other on her belly, moving her shoulders with her eyes closed and just feeling the beat. Although every now and then her face would consort in a grimace.

Harry posted the video on his Snapchat story with the caption ‘When you’re in labor, but mentally in a club 🕺🏻’

“Oooo—shit,’ she hissed when the tightness felt stronger than ever, “I did not miss this part. Fuck I’d rather get thrown out of a window again. I can’t believe you did this to me again,” Y/ns head fell against the side of the seat to look at Peter. It was a joke and he was aware of that—Y/n had said something similar nearly seventeen years ago.

His eyes flickered to her, amused by the words. “If I recall, you said ‘it takes two to tango’ so it’s not entirely my fault, Cat.”

“You’re always look so delicious it’s like you want me to constantly jump your—-.”

“Please don’t,” Harry groaned from the backseat, “It’s too early for this shit.” Benny had long ago put his headphones in so his ears were spared from the conversation happening. Harry regretted not bringing his.

The arrived at the hospital ten minutes later. Peter told one of the boys to grab a wheelchair while the one who stayed helped him get Y/n out of the car. Once she was seated in the chair, Peter grabbed the hospital bag from the trunk. Harry pushed the wheelchair with the others following behind him and together they all entered the hospital.

Inside Peter lead them to the elevator so they could head to the level where Dr. Westbourne had prepared their room for the duration of the labor and delivery. They were lucky the hospital had the type of rooms where Y/n didn’t have to be moved. She had been cleared at the last appointment for natural delivery after her test results and examinations went well.

But she was still going to take the epidural—no question on that.

When they got the level and signed in, the family was surprised the twins would be able to stay in the room during labor. It was a room designed for a family to stay while the mother and baby were housed for the time being, but they’d have to be in the waiting room when it came time to deliver.

A nurse came around to wheel Y/n to the room. Peter assisted helping Y/n get in the bed—the twins moving to the corner where a couch was so they were out of the way. It was a very spacious room with the bathroom only a few paces from the bed. They had a large window overlooking Queens and could see the Manhattan skyline.

Once Y/n was situated and in a hospital gown, the nurse started an IV, checked her vitals, and hooked her up to the machine monitoring the contractions. They were closer together—almost five minutes apart and Y/ns water still needed to break.

She prayed it would be soon because then baby Parker would be right behind it.

After checking her dilation, the nurse informed her the epidural was being prepared and Dr. Westbourne would be with them shortly. They thanked the nurse, watching her leave the room with the clipboard—shutting the door behind her.

“Doing okay, honey?” Peter pulled his chair closer to the bed, taking her hand in his.

She blushed when he bought her knuckles to his lips to press a soft kiss. Y/n nodded tiredly, eyes fluttering a bit, “As best as I can. It’s just the waiting game you know.”

“I know, darling.” Y/n went to reply, when she suddenly gasped causing her eyes to draw to her lower half. There was a sensation of tightness followed by the feeling of liquid pooling. Peter looked alarmed, “Are you okay—what happened?”

“Well I think my water finally broke,” she chuckled, relieved it had finally happened. The last thing she wanted was to be in labor for hours upon hours. Now she hoped they would have their baby in her arms before the sun rose. “Westbourne will be happy to hear that.”

Speaking of the doctor, there was a knock to the door before it opened—revealing Dr. Westbournes familiar face. The woman smiled at the family, a file in her hand and closed the door behind her. “I heard baby Parker was ready to make their appearance. How are we feeling, Y/n?”

“Water just broke, doc,” Y/n replied, “I’m sure of it.” Westbourne walked over and gently lifted the gown—sure enough there was liquid by Y/ns private area.

“I’ll send for a nurse to change the sheets and get you a new gown,” Westbourne draped the gown back to it’s original place. “There’s no saying how long labor will be, but considering this isn’t your first pregnancy I feel it shouldn’t take long. Once you’ve had one baby—or in your case two—labor and deliver generally is quicker than the last. We’ll keep eyes on your dilation and I’m gonna go check on the epidural. We’d want to administer it before you reach seven centimeters and right now you’re at four.”

After a few more words of exchange, Westbourne took her leave but a nurse entered just a few minutes later. Luckily Y/n needed to pee so Peter helped her to the bathroom along with a fresh gown while the nurse changed the sheets. Y/n was then hooked back to the machines after reliving herself, doing her best to get comfortable.

The contractions were getting closer together, the pain becoming more intense. About thirty minutes after checking in with them, Westbourne returned with another doctor who had the epidural. Y/n didn’t even flinch with the thick needle entered her lower back, sighing in relief when she felt the numbness kick in. “Now that feels nice.”

Soon the exhaustion took over Y/n, yawning every few minutes until Peter eventually told her to get some sleep. She was now five centimeters and still had a long way to go. “Only if you cuddle me,” she said with a wink, moving to the side so there was enough room for Peter to join her.

“Anything for my darling.” Peter took off his jacket, placing it on the back of his chair and falling to his side so he could wrap his arm around Y/ns bump—careful of all the wires attached to her. Y/n stayed on her back, the most comfortable position for her and leaned her head against Peters shoulder—bringing her hand up to lay on his.

“Ready to start over, babe?” She teased, drawing lazy cicles over the back of his hand.

Peter chuckled, kissing her temple, “I’ve been ready for nine months. The moment you told me we’d be having another little one I was ready. I can’t wait to raise another baby with you, Y/n.”

“I can’t wait either,” she nuzzled against him, loving the warmth she was feeling. “Hopefully this one sleeps—unlike those two,” she playfully said while gesturing to the twins. Harry made a sound of offense, while Benny was slumped against the couch already asleep with his headphones in. “We got many late nights ahead of us, stud.”

“Well why don’t you try to get some sleep while you can,” Peter gently ran a finger through her white hair, spinning a strand around it. “I’ll wake you if the doctor comes in or if you feel something then tell me. We’ll be right here.”

With that, Y/n let her eyes flutter and mind drift off. Peter continued to play with hair—something she loved, which lulled her to a somewhat comfortable sleep even though she could feel slight pressure building in her lower half. A sign baby Parker was on their way.

Harry had turned the Tv to a low volume. Some random show played since there wasn’t much on at nearly two-thirty in the morning. Peter barely paid attention, checking over Y/n and the monitors every now and then.

About another thirty minutes went by before Westbourne returned. She checked Y/ns dilation—noticing she had jumped from five to eight centimeters, so she told Peter it would probably be within the hour Y/n could be delivering. Her dilation had increased drastically since her water broke.

And again, this wasn’t her first rodeo.

“Have you guys already picked out a name?” Harry asks his father, munching on a bag of cheese itz he had brought. “I know you guys decided to not know the sex, but did you at least decide on possible names?”

“We did,” Peter confirmed, “We have a few options.”

“What are they?”

“It’s a surprise,” Peter smirked which made the teen groan. “It will all depend when they get here. We may have a name in mind, but that can change when we see them. It’s common for people to switch the name they originally had once the baby is born.”

“I kinda hope it’s a girl,” Harry mused, “It’d be nice to have a little sis. I would maybe get ladies if I was spotted out with—okay I won’t do that,” he corrected himself when Peter gave him a pointed look. “It would still be fun though. Plus mom would have heir for Black Cat.”

Peter stops him there with narrowed eyes, “L-let’s not talk that far into the future, Harry. I don’t think I’m ready to think about my possible daughter being a vigilante just yet. If she wants to be when she’s grown up, then I will support it—but let’s make sure she has a normal childhood first.”

Harry scoffs, a laugh following, “Dad, regardless if the baby is a boy or girl it’s not going to have a ‘normal’ childhood. Not when you got Spider-Man and Black Cat as your parents.” Peter motions for him to keep his voice down, looking toward the door and listening for anyone passing by. The last thing they needed was for the entire world to find out their identity—especially after witnessing what an alternate version of Peter had to go through.

“Well,” he said when he was confident no one had heard Benny, “we can at least do our best. It’s what they deserve.”

The two continued to make small talk—Benny waking up a little while later and joining in. They mostly talked about school, inventions, and the excitement of the newest Parker baby. The twins had wanted a sibling for a long time. Although they are going to have a large age gap, they were determined to be the best older brothers they could be. Both hoped to teach their younger sibling about science and technology—maybe even play baseball or soccer.

Of course if they were blessed with a younger sister, she would be so protected. Any boy coming her way would have to be careful. Harry again made another Black Cat joke much to Peters displeasure—even Benny backing his dad up with the concern. “Harry, please don’t make my possible sister know how use a grappling hook before we teach her to ride a bike.”

“No promises, Benz.”

Y/n woke up when it was nearing four o’clock. She had been in labor for nearly three and half hours. The buildup of pressure in her lower half was stronger—not painful because of the epidural, but enough to have discomfort. Peter sensed this and asked if she were okay. Y/n responded with, “Get Westbourne. I-I think baby Parker is ready to come out.”

Peter jumped up from the bed, opening the door to the hallway and turning the corner just in time to see the doctor heading in his direction. When she saw his expression, Westbourne picked up her pace. “Does she feel like she needs to push?”

“I think so.”

They raced back to the room with Westbourne going straight to Y/n—who had sat herself up and was steadying her breathing. “Feel like you need to push, Y/n?” The doctor asked lifting up the gown. What she saw was Y/n fully dilated and beginning to crown. The baby’s head was starting to push through. “Okay, you’re starting to crown—it’s almost go time. Don’t push just yet, Y/n.”

The woman nodded, resisting the urge to relieve the pressure building. Westbourne had to go get the nurses to assist, leading Benny and Harry to the waiting room just down the hall. Both twins gave Y/n a kiss on the cheek, wishing her good luck as they left.

“You ready, Cat,” Peter grabbed Y/ns hand, grin on his face to let the excitement show. It was contagious as it brought a smile to her own face. Her eyes were already becoming glossy at the emotion she was feeling. Nine months of anticipating had finally come to an end.

“More than ready, Spider. Let’s meet our baby.”

It had been twenty years since Y/n L/n became acquainted with Peter Parker. They started off as strangers, then friends all while their costumed alter egos were nemesis on opposite sides of the law. It was like a dark Romeo & Juliet, with Peter being New York’s hero while Y/n was the famed cat-burglar.

For nearly a year they were friends as civilians while fighting each other as Spider-Man and Black Cat. All while they were slowly falling for each other in both of their double lives despite not knowing it was the other the entire time. Then the day came where it was revealed and their lives changed forever.

Y/n became his most trusted ally. She realized there was more to life than breaking and entering—even though she never stole from people who didn’t deserve it. Peter also had to learn that sometimes people do what they do because of the circumstances they’re in. It made him more compassionate when he was on patrol and it helped with Y/n by his side.

Falling in love was natural. They had already started to feel something for each other as civilians, knowing the alter ego that reminded them of each other just confirmed their suspicious.

A lot of obstacles followed along the way. Heartbreak, drama, tears and anger, but also love, hope, and forgiveness. There were the dark days, but also the ones full of bright light. Yeah they had a break—but it never really meant they were out of each other’s lives. It was time they needed. Something which made them think about who they were and what they wanted. Because then when the time came to come back to each other, they would be ready.

Hope was the day they welcomed Benny and Harry into the world. They day was as beautiful as the moment it was symbolizing. The twins were the breath of fresh air the couple needed. They gave them both the chance to fix their wrong doings—and it was so so worth it in the end.

The family they gained after being so lost on their own. It was a true blessing with nothing but happiness as each day passed by. Spider-Man continued to keep the streets of the city safe while the Black Cat tended to her litter—putting her past of crime and crime fighting behind. They raised two smart and wonderful boys who everyday reminded them of the good in the world.

Reminding them of the diamond they found in an ocean of sand.

Now here they were, twenty years after the Cat first met her Spider, welcoming a newest member of the pack who’d be another symbol of the gift they received. It would be a long journey ahead of them—maybe even a few obstacles here and there. But they would overcome it.

Because that’s who they were. A family of cats and spiders 🤍

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End note: don’t worry, I’m not gonna just leave you with that. you’ll find out who the newest Parker is with in the bonus chapter coming soon. 😉 sorry to end this series on a cliffhanger, but it’s a bittersweet one considering I’m going to add an extra chapter which I’m already working on and I felt it was fitting with Peter & Y/n. stay tuned and get ready for the prequel coming soon! 🤍

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Tag list: @secretsthathauntus, @eternalharry, @fuzzyphantomsandwich

[shemarmooresfedora]

Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer x Fem! Reader

Masterlist

Chapter 10

You were packing up your stuff as students filed out of the lecture hall, it was your last class of the day. As you were walking out towards the parking lot, your phone started to vibrate in your bag. It was the school.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hi Y/N. It’s Mrs. Flynn. I was just calling to let you know that Jo is now waiting inside with me because she was getting cold outside,” she informed you.

“Spencer’s not there?” you questioned, looking at the time displayed on your phone.

Pickup time was fifteen minutes ago.

“I’m on my way. I’ll be there in ten minutes. Sorry for the inconvenience,” you opened your car door and set your bag down in the passenger seat, turning on the ignition.

“No worries, I have to reorganize the classroom library anyways so I was already planning on staying after.”

Once the call ended, you tried to call Spencer but it went straight to voicemail.

“Hey Spencer, I don’t know if you forgot but it was your day to pick up Jo. I’m getting her now,” you said as you reversed out of your parking spot.

Minutes later, your phone rang again. Expecting Spencer’s contact to show up on screen, your brow furrowed when the name read “JJ” instead.

“Hi JJ?” you said, more of a question than a greeting.

“Y/N, Spencer has been shot. I already told Will to go back to the school to pick up Jo. You should get here if you can. He’s in surgery now but there has been no update since he went in,” JJ explained.

“Oh my god. Okay, I’m turning around now. How did this happen? He didn’t mention he was on a case?” you pulled into a random parking lot to turn around.

“Well technically, we weren’t. We had a lead on a possible local case and we went to interview a potential witness who could give us some more information. We realized too late that he was the unsub. He thought we were on to him and shot Spencer in the leg while trying to escape.”

You had silent tears running down your face.

“I’m five minutes out” is all you could muster and then you hung up the phone.

You ran into the ER doors to find the rest of the team in the waiting room. You were glad you went to Rossi’s dinner party now or else this would have been a much more awkward first meeting.

“Any updates?” you asked frantically.

“No,” Derek sighed, “But no news is good news.”

You took the empty seat in between JJ and Penelope and put your face in your hands, not wanting everyone to see your tears.

-

Two hours of crappy coffee and vending machine snacks as your only source of sustenance later, a doctor emerged from behind the double doors.

She had a completely neutral expression that you couldn’t read but then again you weren’t a profiler.

“Dr. Spencer Reid?” she asked, glancing down at her clipboard.

All of you stood and desperately crowded around her.

“Dr. Reid is in stable condition and awake. The bullet went into his thigh but it wasn’t through and through. He will need to be on crutches for about a week or so but luckily the bullet wound is near the edge of his thigh rather than the middle, meaning recovery time will be shorter,” she explained.

There was a collective sigh of relief along with a few “thank god”s.

“Although he is awake, I don’t think it’s best if you all go in at once since he is very drowsy. He has been asking for a Y/N?” the doctor looked around at you all.

All eyes fell on you. You collected yourself, grabbing your purse and following the doctor down the hall.

“I’ll let you know how he is,” you told everyone before you disappeared past the double doors.

The doctor guided you into a room at the end of the hall. You thanked her quietly and she nodded in acknowledgement, leaving you two alone. Spencer had his eyes closed but his hospital bed was inclined so he was sitting up slightly. You briskly walked over and took the seat right beside him. You took his hand in yours and squeezed it lightly, combing his messy hair out with your fingers.

As you were softly massaging his scalp, you heard a light groan. You retracted your fingers immediately as Spencer began to open his eyes.

Once Spencer took in his surroundings, he quickly sat up completely in bed, letting out a yelp of pain.

“Jo...it was my turn to pick up,” he said frantically.

“Hey, look at me, Spence. It’s okay, she’s at JJ and Will’s. You were shot in the thigh though so you’re not going anywhere. Please lie back down,” you assured him.

He nodded his head, relaxing a bit and looking down at his hands in his lap. He seemed to be processing something in his head.

“You called me ‘Spence’,” he stated.

Shit. That was twice now. It keeps slipping.

“Sorry, I-,” you began to ramble some apology that you didn’t even know where you were going with it. Luckily, he stopped you before you could further embarrass yourself.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” he spoke softly as he looked up at you, tears threatening to fall.

“I was so scared, Y/N,” he sobbed.

You swiftly pulled him into your embrace, tucking his head into your neck as you began to gently stroke his hair again.

“It’s okay, let it out. I can’t imagine what that was like. I’m so sorry you had to go through that but you're safe now, I promise,” you whispered to him.

“I was so afraid I was going to abandon you and Jo again. It hurt worse than the actual bullet,” he muttered into your neck.

You removed your hands from his hair and cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look up at you.

“Spencer Reid, you did not abandon Jo in the first place so there is no ‘again’. Second of all, you would have died a hero saving lives and I would have made sure Jo knew that and she never forgot her Daddy or how much he loved her,” you spoke earnestly, never breaking eye contact.

Spencer’s eyes softened. A second later, his lips were on yours again. This time, however, you didn’t pull away. Life was too short and this was already complicated as is, what’s the harm.

You basked in the familiarity of his lips locking with yours. Once he finally pulled away for air, he rested his forehead against yours.

“Go out with me. A real date. No more college dorm dates with takeout,” he smiled.

“You know you didn’t have to get shot to ask me out, right?” you teased.

“I thought I needed a grand gesture,” he beamed, chucking lightly.

“Yeah, Spence, I’ll go on a date with you.”

His lips found yours once again.

-

“Jo, are you ready?” you called out from the kitchen, packing snacks.

“Mommy, I’m already at the door!” she exclaimed.

Jo was eager to go see her Daddy at the hospital. You would spend the day there until he was discharged and then he would live with you guys for the week. You insisted on being there to take care of him while he was healing. You didn’t want him hobbling around all alone in his apartment.

When you walked out to the front entryway, there was a stack of various toys and books that hadn’t been there when you came down the stairs.

“What is this?” you gestured to the pile, amused.

“Daddy has big boo-boo so he needs stuff to cheer him up,” she stated.

“I don’t think we are going to be able to bring all this. Plus, remember Daddy is coming home with us later today. So here’s what we will do,” you handed Jo her dinosaur backpack, “You pack all the stuff you can fit in this bag that you think Daddy needs right away and the rest of the stuff can wait.”

Jo made quick work of sorting through her massive pile, trying to decide what would make her dad the most happy.

-

“Daddy!” Jo excitedly screamed, running towards the bed.

“Jo!” he returned with the same sentiment.

She was unable to get up on the bed herself so you had to lift her up.

“Remember what I said, careful with Daddy or he won’t get better,” you reminded her.

“You can sit her on my good leg,” Spencer patted his right thigh where you gently set Jo down.

“We brought you loads of stuff, Daddy,” Jo chirped, looking over at you.

You revealed a box of donuts from your bag and the coffee tray you had been holding. You handed him a chocolate frosted donut with sprinkles and Jo a strawberry frosted with sprinkles. The two ‘cheers’ed their donuts before biting into them.

“Jo also brought you some things to cheer you up,” you handed her her backpack.

First, she promptly pulled out a pink Disney princesses band-aid and stuck it on Spencer’s already bandaged thigh.

“You need that so it doesn’t get infected,” she repeated Spencer’s words from when she fell at Rossi’s dinner party.

“Thank you, princess. What would I do without you?” he kissed the top of her head as she rummaged around in her backpack some more.

She set up her five favorite dinosaur toys on his tray table in front of them, glancing up at him for approval.

“Perfect,” he smiled, nodding.

Next, she pulled out a piece of paper that had been colored on.

“Who’s this?” Spencer asked, looking at the three stick figures doodled on the paper.

“That’s you, that’s Mommy, and that’s me,” she pointed to each of the sketches.

“Aw, that one is definitely making the fridge,” you smiled.

Finally, Jo took out her Magic Tree House book that she was currently reading. She needed help with some of the words but either you or Spencer or the both of you would help her read it every night.

“You already finished the last one?” Spencer picked up the new book that was next in the series, examining it and smiling proudly.

“And I didn’t need help with a single word on the last chapter,” Jo beamed.

“You’re so smart,” Spencer kissed her head again, “let’s see how far we can get on this one before we can go home.”

[rachaelswrites]

Hospital Trip

Tom Holland x Sister!reader

Word Count: 797

Requested By: Anon

A/N: So this didn’t exactly go the way I planned but I hope it still fills your request

Warnings: Hospitals, concussions, mentions of medication

Out of all the ways your school day could’ve gone, you didn’t expect this. One moment you were playing volleyball in gym class and the next, you were sitting in the nurse's office waiting to get picked up. 

The details of your injury were a bit fuzzy. You were waiting for the opposing team to serve the ball when something caught your attention and you turned away for a second, only to hear someone yell your name and then feel the impact of the ball on your head. Anything after that you don’t remember. The nurse explained that you probably had a concussion since not only did you get hit in the head with the ball, you also hit your head on the ground. She told you that you would have to go to the hospital. 

The idea of going to a hospital wasn’t appealing to you. You wouldn’t say you were scared of them (although your whole family would argue with that) you just weren’t a fan. All the machines freaked you out and the smell was way too clean. 

You were resting on one of the cots in the nurse’s room when you spotted Tom poke his head inside the room, “I’m here for Y/n,” he said. 

The nurse motioned to where you were, now standing up and grabbing your bag. 

“I got it bubs,” Tom said, walking towards you and taking your school bag, “You gotta take it easy.”

“It’s just a head injury Tommy. I’m fine,” you took a step towards the door but you lost your balance for a second and stumbled, making Tom raise his eyebrows at you. 

“Sure. It’s just a head injury. What could be more serious than that” he slung your bag over his shoulder than wrapped his arm around you and walked you out of the school and to his car. 

“Where’s mom and dad?” you asked as you got in the passenger seat. 

“Working. I was the only one free. Everyone will meet us there,” he said, as he got in the driver’s seat and started the car. 

~~~~~

Once you got to the hospital, you got checked in and by then, you started to feel nauseous and you got hit by a pounding headache. Tom was becoming more and more worried about you when it had been close to an hour since they took you back for tests and he still hadn’t heard anything. The whole family was waiting for an update he couldn’t provide. 

After a few more minutes of waiting, a nurse entered, “Family of Y/n Holland?” she called. Tom shot up from his seat and walked over to her. 

“I’m her family. Is everything okay?”

The nurse nodded, “She is. We’re just a bit worried about the severity so we’re going to keep her here overnight for observation. You can follow me to her room,” she led Tom down the hallway to your room and he frantically updated everyone. 

She’s okay. Has to spend the night here but she’ll be fine. 

The two of them reached your room and the nurse left and Tom pulled up a chair next to your bed. When you spotted him, you grabbed his hand and started talking, “Tommy!” you exclaimed. 

“Yes bubs?” he asked. He could clearly tell they gave you something that was making you a bit loopy. 

“I love you. You’re my favorite brother,” you said quietly, “Don’t tell Paddy that. He thinks he’s my favorite.”

“I won’t don’t worry,” he responded, patting your hand gently with his free one, “I think everyone is going to come and visit you soon.”

Your eyes went wide at his statement, “What?” you asked in surprise, “What do you mean visit me? Aren’t we leaving to go home? I want ice cream Tommy.”

“You have to stay here for the night Y/n,” he said softly. He watched your lip wobble a little, “Hey it’s okay, don’t cry.”

You shook your head violently, “No!” you shouted, “I don’t wanna stay. I wanna go home,” tears started to fall down your face. 

“Shh Y/n it’s okay,” he said, “You’re gonna be okay. It’s just for one night,” he could tell his reassurances weren’t working so he did the next thing he could think of. He climbed onto the bed next to you and wrapped his arm around you protectively. He knew it was probably the medication that was making you so distressed but he still wanted to comfort you anyway he could. 

~~~~~

The medication and all the crying had tired you out so you fell asleep with Tom still laying next to you, your head on his shoulder and his head on the top of yours. Everyone arrived to find you fast asleep next to Tom.

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[honeypiehotchner]

intelligence & issues (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- chapter twenty-two

I’m liking this two updates a week schedule because I hate leaving you guys hanging like that!! I hope this chapter makes it all better xx.

Oh btw the title of this chapter and last chapter are lyrics from “Hold On” by Chord Overstreet! (Also I know the gif is irrelevant but the ~emotion~ of it is relevant)

ALSO (wow I have a lot I keep forgetting to add) I meant to @ her last chapter, but all of these medical scenes and things were 100% done with the help of @thedumpsterqueen​ because I know next to nothing about all this stuff and she was an angel and let me ask all the crazy questions <333 (P.S. she has a Hotch fic called Standards of Performance on her blog that you guys should alllll read if you haven’t already!! It’s SO good it’s one of my favorites)

Warnings: angst and sadness, but that’s pretty much it

Previous chapter || Fic Masterlist

Chapter Twenty-Two: I can’t imagine a world with you gone

Everything is a blur in Hotch’s mind before and after the first gunshot rings through the air. He didn’t need to hear the buzzing in his ear to know it had hit you.

He took off at a sprint, as did the rest of the team.

His ears are ringing. His thoughts are racing. He’s never been a man who talks frequently to God, but he’s praying. Hoping you’re alive. Begging you to not be dead.

Aaron would never forgive himself if you died. As it stands, though, he won’t ever forgive himself for this.

Prentiss, Reid, and Rossi take off in one direction. Hotch and Morgan take the other. Police officers fill the gaps and follow behind, everyone searching for you and Savannah.

Morgan is the first to stumble on the room. His throat aches when he screams for Hotch, keeping his weapon aimed at Savannah.

“Put the gun down!” Morgan yells.

Hotch comes skidding to a stop in the doorway a second later, weapon raised, but his eyes are focused on you. Savannah’s boot is pressing into your thigh, blood oozing from your wound, soaking your pants, spilling onto the concrete. Hotch’s heart drops at the sight. He’s seen enough bullet wounds to know how much blood should come from them. That is too much.

The bullet must’ve hit the major artery. And the thought terrifies him.

Morgan takes the shot when Savannah refuses to move. It hits her stomach and she stumbles for a moment before falling. Morgan yells for the paramedics again, distantly thinking they should be in here by now.

Hotch falls to the ground beside you, his hands cupping your face, not caring who sees. His thumbs tap your cheeks, willing you to open your eyes. You have a pulse, but it’s weak. Weaker than what it should be.

He presses hard over your wound, hoping to slow the bleeding, but there’s more surrounding your leg than he wants to see.

“Y/N?” He says, his eyes watching your eyelids for any movement. He lets out a momentary sigh of relief when your eyes open. “Y/N, please, can you hear me?”

You stare back at him, no signs of his words registering in your eyes. They’re empty. Haunted, again, but for a different reason this time. This time it’s different. “Aaron…”

“I’m here,” Hotch says gently, pressing his hand harder, his heart breaking when you groan in pain. “I know,” he says, shushing you.

Your eyes travel around the room then, and Aaron follows. Morgan is pressing his hand over Savannah’s wound, speaking into his wrist, asking the others where the hell the paramedics are at.

But Aaron doesn’t want you to see that, so he cups your jaw again, turning your eyes back on him. He smiles as best he can, the tears beginning to spill from his eyes as he takes in your face.

“There’s my girl,” he says softly. “Keep holding on. They’re almost here.”

“Aaron,” you try to say, your voice low and strained, and Aaron shakes his head, trying to get you to stop talking. “Aaron...I don’t wanna go without-- I need to tell you that I--”

“Shhh,” he tries again, not wanting you to waste any energy. “You don’t need to.”

“I love you,” you finally get it out. And he’s stunned to complete silence and tears. “I love you so...so much. It hurts.”

“Y/N,” he says, panicked. Your eyes are closing. “Y/N! Come back, Y/N, come back to me. Y/N. Y/N, please.”

Hotch is too caught up in holding your face and keeping pressure on your wound to notice the paramedics have arrived. One team goes to Savannah, relieving Morgan, while the other comes to you, trying to usher Hotch away, but he doesn’t budge.  

“Hotch,” Morgan tugs on the unit chief, grabbing at his arms, his heart breaking for the both of you. “Hotch, you need to let them get to her.”

Reluctantly, Hotch backs up, clenching his bloodied fist, grimacing at the way your blood sticks his skin together.

Everything else is a blur.

What does it need to be clear for, anyway? If you’re not here?

+++

You’re still in surgery.

It’s been an hour. But it feels longer. It feels like it’s been an entire twenty-four hours.

The entire team has taken up camp in a waiting room at the hospital.

Reid is reading and rereading every magazine he can get his hands on to distract himself, never mind the fact that he reads them so fast that he rips a page on one from turning it so quickly. Morgan has Garcia on the phone and has left to get coffee at least three times, the first time returning with a tray of steaming cups and the next two times returning with only one, but two tearful eyes. Emily has been pacing and will wear a hole into the tile at this rate if she walks for another hour. JJ has been staring at the wall, chewing so hard on the inside of her cheek that she flinches when she draws blood.

Rossi has been staring at the wall, too, but mostly he’s been worrying about and watching Hotch.

Aaron has been biting his nails, tugging at his hair, angrily wiping away tears, and left once to go on a walk before returning two minutes later, asking if they had heard anything. Those two minutes had felt like two hours and he was worried sick for all 120 seconds that he missed something.

Dave hasn’t tried to say anything to Aaron, though he wants to. It’s heartbreaking to watch Aaron like this.

You’re going to pull through. Dave — and the rest of the team — can’t afford to think otherwise. And they refuse to think otherwise, unable to imagine what it would be like if you weren’t here.

But it seems like Aaron is thinking otherwise.

Truthfully, he is. But he’s thinking about so much more.

You love him. You love him. You love him.

And he was too stunned to say it back. The one chance he had, and it might be gone now. Ripped away. Forever.

He sent you in there. He did this to you. He had his reservations, but the call had already been made. You seemed so sure. You wanted to do this so badly. He didn’t want another fight about him not trusting you because it’s not about his trust for you, it’s about how terrified he was for you.

He’ll never forgive himself for this now. Not ever.

It’s a world he can’t even bear to imagine. One without you in it.

Yet here he is, grappling with the fact that he might not have to imagine it soon. He sent you in there. He knowingly put your life in danger. And now he’ll have to live with the consequences.

+++

Aaron is shaken from his trance by the doctor and a nurse coming in to inform the team that you’re out of surgery and that it went well.

But you’re in the ICU.

“She lost a great deal of blood,” the doctor says gravely. “But we think she’ll pull through. She just needs to be watched closely for the time being.”

Everyone nods silently, not sure of what else to say, other than feeling relief that you’re alive.

“Visiting hours are long over, so I recommend you all get some rest,” the nurse says. “She’s in good hands here.”

“Thank you,” Rossi replies.

The doctor excused himself, but the nurse stayed, offering to answer any extra questions. “Visiting hours start at seven a.m.,” she says first. “And in the ICU, only two visitors are allowed in her room at a time.” She doesn’t voice an apology, but one is in her tone as she glances between the six team members.

“Can I stay?” Hotch blurts out of nowhere. The team member’s heads all turn to look at him in surprise. “Can anyone stay the night, I mean.”

“Uh, yeah,” the nurse nods. “One person can.” Her eyebrows furrow sincerely. “Are you her dad?”

Morgan internalizes a snort.

“No,” Hotch replies kindly. “I’m not, but I’d like to stay. I’m her boss.”

Still the nurse looks skeptical. “Would she be okay with—”

“She’s his girlfriend,” Emily blurts out, tired of waiting. And when Hotch sends her a look, she says, “What? It would’ve taken you hours to say it.”

“Oh,” the nurse chuckles, embarrassed. “I’m so sorry. Yes, of course you can stay.”

Hotch lets a tiny smile shine through, but it’s not much. Truth is, he’s terrified to see you. But leaving you here alone – even if this is a hospital – terrifies him more.

The rest of the team says goodbye to head back to the hotel for some much-needed rest, if they can sleep at all. They know they’ll wake every couple hours to worry about you before sleep consumes them once more.

In the meantime, Hotch will be here to look after you for all of them. You’re like a little sister to the rest of them, even though Morgan is the only one to have voiced that. You’re loved here. Loved more than you’ll ever be able to comprehend.

You’re loved by Aaron much more than he’ll ever be able to articulate to you. But he’ll try. He’ll try to help you see.

+++

Hotch is finally walking to your room in the ICU after another half hour of waiting. The nurse said they had to get everything settled in your room before he could come back, which only made Hotch’s worry spike even more.

But eventually, he’s in your room with you. A pillow and blanket is in the chair by the window, but he’s not paying attention to it.

You. You’re asleep, of course, and probably will be for a few more hours. The nurse said you had already woken up once, but because of the pain medicine and the overall stress your body has been under in the past few hours, you fell back to sleep almost instantly.

Tears well in his eyes at the sight of you, laid up in the hospital bed, IVs and wires all over you. The beeping of the heart monitor is the only real sign to him that you’re even alive. Your chest is rising and falling, but it’s barely visible underneath the gown and blankets and wires.

You have one regular IV placed on the top of your left hand. Some other line is in your upper arm, and another in your wrist. He has no idea what they’re all for, he just knows he hates seeing you connected to so much.

Aaron wipes at his eyes angrily. Does he have a right to be this upset when he’s the one who sent you in there?

He turns and sets the pillow and blankets in the other chair, knowing he won’t sleep tonight even if he wanted to. Instead, he pulls the chair closer to your bed, where he can place his hand next to yours.

And, if you happen to wake up, you can reach for him if you need to.

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Three hours pass and you still haven’t woken up. Aaron knows. He’s been watching you the entire time.

The nurses have come to check on you a few times, assuring Aaron that it’s normal for you to be sleeping like this. But he just nods silently.

He wants you to wake up. Just for a minute. He needs you to just open your eyes and look at him, just once. That’s all he needs.

But it’s wishful thinking as the sky begins to lighten, showing the first signs of dawn.

Aaron links his pinky with yours, afraid to do much else and risk messing up your IV. Holding pinky fingers is enough right now. Or at least, it’ll have to be.

“I’m sorry,” he says out loud, to you, or really to no one at all, because he’s not even sure you can hear him. “I’m just so...sorry, Y/N.”

Stupid tears gather in his eyes again, clogging his throat, stopping his words.

But he keeps going.

“It’s my fault,” he says. “And I know you’ll try to convince me that it’s not, but Y/N, it is and I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I let this happen to you.”

He leans his head into the palm of his free hand, tightening his pinky finger’s grip on yours.

“I love you,” he blurts it out, tears warming his palm as they cascade down his cheeks. “I love you and I need you to wake up because I need you to hear it. I love you. I don’t think there’s ever been a day that I’ve known you that I haven’t loved you.”

He sniffles, loud and body-rattling, glad he’s alone in this room with you because he’d never let anyone else see him like this. No one but you.

“I tried to get it out before, but you were already gone, and I— You need to wake up. I need you to wake up. Please.”

Aaron keeps his eyes closed and head down for a few minutes longer. He doesn’t even see that you’ve opened your eyes.

Until your pinky finger gently squeezes his.

He lifts his head quickly, eyes wide and wild when he sees you’re looking back at him, eyes glassy with tears and exhaustion.

And just like that, just seeing your eyes open and looking right at him, the dam breaks once more. He’s a mess of tears when he leans his head down onto the bed. You lift your hand and thread your fingers through his hair, closing your eyes as more tears slip down your cheeks.

You scratch a soothing pattern on the base of his skull, moving your other hand over your body to hold onto his arm. He senses the movement and lifts his head, grabbing your hand and pressing it to his lips.

He’s not sure how long he stays there, all he knows is his back aches when he straightens up again, and you’ve fallen back asleep.

Next chapter

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The Number One Rule. Chapter 26.

Summary: Y/N has always been seen as “Steve’s rambunctious sister.” However, she grew up, graduated, and moved to London to study abroad for 4 years and get her bachelor's degree. The girl that returns looks nothing like the teenager that left, but don’t worry the attitude is still there and stronger than ever. What’s to come of the two grown adults that used to push each other's buttons, but now have a lot more in common than they’ve ever realized.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N Rogers (Steve’s little sister)

Word Count: 3800+

A/N: Ladies and Gentlemen. This is the last chapter. I know I say it almost every time, but I truly think this is one of my personal favorite top stories. At LEAST in the top 3. Now it is time for me to go through and read it all the way through and revise where I can. I’m so glad you all loved it as much as me and I am happy to say, I am already working on a new series!! And yes, it is a Bucky x Reader. I just can’t seem to stray from them lately. His character is stuck on my brain and I’m not mad. Anyway, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you once again for all your love and support with this one! I loved each and every single comment and thought thrown my way:) Also, BONUS, I will probably write a one-shot explaining the Bumble Bee nickname, since I was never able to work it into this... If not that, maybe a prologue... I don’t know we shall see;) With that being said, enjoy this ending and let me know how your heart feels after!!

Chapter Twenty-Six:

A whole year had passed. Today marked the 1 year of Y/N and Bucky finally coming together after all this time of being friends and making it official as two people who loved each other deeply.

To give you a quick update in the time passed…

Steve and Peggy went on a first date after she came back for a second time and made her move to New York permanent. He had been sweating buckets while getting ready and Y/N and Bucky coached him from the couch as he came in and out of his room trying on multiple outfits for the night. 

Y/N had suggested taking her to some different places around Manhattan, kind of like the scavengers hunt Bucky did for their first date. But instead of knowing the different places, Peggy really hadn’t known the city at all, so it was more so a tour guide kind of date. 

It was a simple and solid plan. However, Steve wasn’t used to the confidence that Peggy tended to give off. Did he admire it and love it? Yes, no doubt. Did it scare him at times, or more so intimidate him? Yes, again. 

So after some light teasing from his little sister, she gave him some tips to impress her best friend, as well as, reassured him she was a sweet girl on the inside. Just someone who has lived in a man's world a little too long and has to put up a front of intimidation. Once you get past that, you have a loyal and kind person to bond with. 

Needless to say, the date went off without a hitch and the two were now celebrating two strong months of dating. 

Becca had finished up college and was already secured in a job as a child psychologist at a new hospital in upstate New York. She was a little further away now, but that didn’t stop her from coming and visiting. It just so happened that her new boyfriend lived down the hall from Y/N. If you know, you know. 

His name was Thor and after some light flirting every other time she came to visit Y/N, she asked him on a date which he accepted. They were on the route of 3 months of dating now. He had joined the friend group to an extent and got along great with the whole crew. 

Wanda and Vis’s boys were growing up faster than light itself and would be about 6 months soon. After Bucky and Y/N’s last time babysitting, they were recruited a few more times since they did so great with them. They may have been thrown for a whirlwind the first time around, but they were a lot easier the next few date nights. 

Nat and Clint had gotten married last month. They were coming back from their belated honeymoon now in Budapest. The wedding was beautiful and everyone being together all at once again, was a joy and it showed just how much the group of friends was growing. Each of them hitting a new and different stage in life. 

Back to the present...

Bucky had planned a one year anniversary date for him and Y/N. One that was bound to be unforgettable. 

Y/N asked if they could keep it simple with just a picnic in the park since it was going to be cold soon in New York, and she wanted to soak up the last bit of summer that was left. 

“Ok, you have everything set for the night?” Steve asked as Bucky buttoned the cuff to his button up. 

“I hope so. I go to pick up Y/N in 10 minutes,” Bucky sighed in nervousness. 

“Hey, don’t worry about it man. You know it’ll all work out how it’s supposed to,” Steve chuckled, coming over and patting his friends shoulder in reassurance. “Plus, you had Peggy and I help you plan this out. No way it could go wrong with our expertise.”

“You say that, but watch me slip up somewhere,” Bucky mumbled, straightening his clothes. 

“You’re putting nerves where they aren’t needed. Stop thinking worst case scenario,” Steve groaned, walking out the bedroom door with Bucky behind. “What would Y/N say about that?”

“That it’s premature and won’t do me any good to think negatively,” he muttered, knowing the exact words to come from the optimist. 

“Exactly. So stop stressing and go with the flow of things. Nothing good is going to come out of you waiting for the worst thing to happen tonight,” Steve shook his head. 

“It’s supposed to be a night to remember. Not a night to dread,” Peggy interrupted as she came to Steve’s side with a little note in hand she saw on the counter in a spot it may have been easily lost. “Here, you may want this though if you do want it to go well.”

“Right, thanks,” Bucky nodded quickly, taking the item. 

“You guys will meet us there right? Everyone else ready too?” Bucky asked.

“Everyone else is ready. You’ll be fine Buck,” Steve laughed again. “You sound like me the night I took this gal out.”

“Is that so?” Peggy smirked, leaning more into Steve’s side as he wrapped an arm around her.

“Yeah, he’s a little worse than I was, but he’s doing something a little bigger than a simple date,” Steve winked to Bucky. The brunette sent him an eyeroll.

Peggy looked down at her watch and gasped. “You need to get going, Bucky. She’ll be expecting you any minute,” Peggy moved to push him out the door with a bouquet of flowers in her hand to give him. 

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Bucky had made it to Y/N’s apartment in perfect timing, but found himself faltering at the door. His whole body was made up of nerves at that moment. He couldn’t seem to shake them no matter what he told himself. 

Lucky for him, all it took was Y/N opening the door and sending him that sweet smile accented with one of her simple little dresses, that made those nerves dissipate. 

“You look great,” he said with a lovestruck school boy and sappy smile. 

“Thanks B,” she blushed, scrunching her shoulders in a bashful way. “Here, come in for a second before we leave,” she motioned him in as he followed. “I need to put on a pair of earrings and I’ll be set.” She stood on her toes giving him a gentle kiss to the lips. 

Before she could walk off, he put the flowers between them and smiled. 

“For you as always,” he winked. 

“And everytime, it makes me happier and happier,” she winked back, giving him a bonus kiss. “I actually bought a new vase since I’m lucky enough to get gifted with them everytime we go on a date. Want to put those in it?” she asked as she started walking to her bathroom.

“Hard not to give a pretty girl flowers every chance you get,” he noted, going into the kitchen where the new vase sat. “That plus, I know you like the greenery.”

“It makes me very happy,” she smiled, coming back in with her hands working to put the last pair of earrings on. “Ok, I’m all ready handsome. Shall we?”

“I would love nothing more,” he smiled back offering his arm. 

“I like this little routine we have,” she giggled as they walked to the door. 

“I can agree,” he nodded, pressing his lips to her temple before they left the building. 

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They started off with a quick stop to Winnie’s shop, as Bucky said he had a gift there for them to pick up. 

Winnie was all dressed up and Bucky’s dad and Becca were also there. 

“Well, you guys look all spiffy,” Y/N noted, walking in the doors where the group was patiently waiting for the couple. Becca and Winnie in dresses and Bucky’s dad, George, in a nice button up like his son. “You're not by chance celebrating an anniversary like us, are you?” Y/N teased still locked into Bucky’s arm. 

“We can celebrate yours a little with you too, can’t we?” Winnie asked, going in for a hug. 

“The more the merrier,” Y/N replied cheerfully.

“No, no. We wouldn’t intrude on your anniversary date,” Becca nodded off. “However, we did want to give you guys a gift before we go off to dinner. We’re meeting Thor to eat soon.”

“Oh, I see. Boyfriend’s meeting the parents?” 

“We’ve already met him and we enjoy him,” Winnie waved off. “Plus, we have Bucky and yours sign of approval, so that goes a long way too.”

“These are the facts,” Bucky agreed. “Uh, Mom, we do have to go to the next stop I have planned though, so…” Bucky said with a raise of his eyebrow in a hinting manner. 

“Right, right! I won’t keep you long I promise!” Winnie rushed to the counter where a book and a picnic basket was sitting. “Ok, here you go, but don’t open that book until after dinner,” she warned Y/N as she handed it off to Bucky for safe keeping. “It has another little gift in it I don’t want to spoil.”

“In that case, I’ll let Bucky hold onto it then. You know I can’t help opening a book if it’s sitting right in front of me,” Y/N chuckled. The rest of the crew laughed with her. 

“Ok, Ma, Dad, Sis,” Bucky waved off redirecting the two to the door. “We’ll see you guys later.”

“Yeah, later!” Becca said with an odd tone. One that showed she knew something, but Y/N didn’t know what. 

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They made it to the park where Bucky had the whole nine-yards of a pinterest perfect picnic planned. His mom had packed a light meal, while the rest of the basket held a blanket, wine glasses, and other little decorations to make the set up special. 

“Look at you being oh so the romantic,” Y/N noted once they had set everything out. “This is impressive.”

“I would say I did it all, but Becca helped with the decorations aspect of it,” Bucky chuckled as he set up some of the food. 

The two sat and ate for a little, watching the motions of the park play in front of them as they talked about their day and any other thoughts that came to mind. They were facing straight west, so the sun would be setting right in front of them when the time came. And it was coming soon as they finished up their meal. 

“Ok, present time,” Y/N noted, turning to her purse and pulling out something from it. The gift was wrapped in a little brown wrapping paper with a twine string around it. “Open mine first because I can’t wait to see your reaction.”

Bucky chuckled at her childlike excitement and took the present as he sat up from where he was laying on his side. Carefully not to disrupt her precise wrapping, he undid the bow and peeled away the brown wrap around the box. Taking off the lid, inside sat two little slips of paper that looked like tickets. 

He quirked an eyebrow confused at what they could be, and when he turned them over and looked closer, he saw they were plane tickets. 

“Two tickets to… Rome?” Bucky gasped. “Y/N-”

“I wanted to show you everything I got to experience. Italy, Verona, Venice, and all,” she smiled softly, leaning closer to him. Her eyes never broke away from his face.

“Y/N, this is…” He smiled down at the paper before bringing his eyes up slowly to meet hers. “I would love nothing more than to experience that all through your eyes.”

Y/N blushed hard and the two leaned forward in sync to kiss. 

“I’m glad you like it. But I want you to see it in your own way, I’m just happy to be your tour guide,” she smiled harder. Their noses were practically still touching. 

“Either way, it’ll be an experience I’ll be counting down for,” he said, leaning in for one more kiss. 

When he pulled back he noticed the sun was settling down with the perfect glow. It was now or never…

“Ok, I guess it’s my turn for the gifts,” he said, taking in a deep breath. “It’s actually in the book.” He turned around grabbing the book his mother had handed off to him earlier, and carefully opened the cover. “This one’s long overdue, but it’s one that I’m starting to realize may have been meant for this specific time in our lives anyway.”

Handing over an old letter, she noticed it had changed colors from small stains and wear of when it was originally written. She was confused some by the details of the packaging, but when she saw it was addressed to her on the front, she picked up on what it was. 

The address and her name was that of her childhood home, but what gave away it’s age, was the return address of where Bucky was stationed all those years back when he was in the army. 

“Buck,” she said softly. 

“I wrote it way back when. Shortly after I realized that you were someone I…” He paused trying to find his wording. “Well, when I realized you were the kind of person I would want to spend the rest of my life with.”

Y/N looked up from the letter she was holding ever so delicately in her hand. Scared she would damage the antique writing. 

“You don’t have to read it now, but to sum it up, I never sent it because I knew, at least I thought I knew,” he chuckled under his breath looking down at it. “I could never deserve someone like you. You were always so kind and wise when I was going through my mess of life overseas. You had things of your own that you were working through, and yet you put it aside for me when I felt like I was alone and drowning in a foreign home.” 

He closed his eyes, picturing all the times he wanted to give up. When he wanted to call it quits after the things he saw, the things he did. It killed him on the inside. Mentally, emotionally, he didn’t hold strong like he thought he would be able to. 

“The only thing that kept me sane over there and gave me hope, was receiving letters from you. I know I teased you to begin with, but as time went on, your words, your advice, and your love that you somehow were able to ship overseas to me with just ink on a paper, kept me alive. Kept me from giving up.”

He looked up finally and saw tears in Y/N’s eyes. The look on her face was heartbreaking yet so loving all at once. It showed how she hated hearing just how lost Bucky was, but also showed just how grateful he was there. He was there now and it was partially because of their letters to each other. More than she could ever imagine though. 

She believed she may have played a role, but it was Bucky himself that held strong. He was the one who pushed through in those hardships and made the effort to keep going on. Not her. But to him, she was the angel on his shoulder keeping him from sinking in times where the waves were just too strong to push back on. 

“I wrote out all my feeling and thoughts in that letter. I think it’s like five pages,” he said in a single laugh. “But I never sent it.”

“Why?” was all she breathed out and he moved his hand to wipe the stray tear off her cheek. His hand staying there and running over the bone it had landed on. She leaned into the touch like it would be her last time feeling it. 

“I didn’t deserve you. Hell, I’m still not sure I do, but I’m going to make damn sure that I spend every waking hour of my life, every minute, doing my best to get there.”

There was a pause as she took his hand and moved closer to him, their foreheads pressed to the other. 

“Bucky you deserve everything and more in this world,” she said softly. “Don’t ever think you should have anything less than that.”

“I know, doll. And it’s because of you I realize I can strive for it all,” he sighed, breathing in her presence. 

They stayed like that for a while. Taking in the moment. Taking in the air. Taking in the wholesome and doting atmosphere. 

It wasn’t until the lights started to get low, Bucky realized he would run out of time for his next gift soon. 

“Y/N, I have one more thing to give you,” Bucky sighed, nervously pulling back and grabbing the book again. “Now, I know this is a cheesy way to do this, but I couldn’t think of a better way,” he chuckled lightly. 

He grabbed her hand and helped her stand. The sun now on the horizon giving the perfect golden shine to everything around them. 

When she stood with him, he brought the book in between them. 

“Ok, open it carefully to page 214,” he nodded, handing her the book. 

She sent him a confused look, but followed the directions anyway. Like asked, she gently flipped the books from the beginning before she reached said number. Just as she pulled back page 213, right in the middle of the book, the pages stopped lifting and inside was a little cut out square that held a small ring. One with a beautiful white shining stone in the middle, encrusted by a gold intricate design. 

“Oh, my-” she didn’t even finish the sentence as she looked down a the ring. Her grip on the book tightening as her other hand came up to cover her mouth. 

Bucky let out a small nervous chuckle at the reaction before slowly taking out the ring and bending to one knee. The book still in her hand, she gasped again watching Bucky move down. 

“Y/N Josephine Rogers,” he started with the brightest smile on his face. “I would be nothing but forever grateful if you allowed a guy like me, to have you as my wife.”

She didn’t answer right away as she was clearly in awe and still processing the last 20 seconds of what just happened. The only thing breaking her out of her shock, was the sound of Bucky laughing again.

“Is that a yes, or am I indeed just making a fool of myself?” he said with a scrunch of his nose.

“No! Oh, my God, yes! Yes, yes, yes! A thousand times yes Bucky!” she jumped up and down before wrapping her arms around his neck and tackling him to the ground. 

He let out an, ‘oof’ sound as he caught them from the fall and held tightly to the ring not to lose it. He was now on his back and she was laying on top of him giggling and squeezing him in excitement. 

“Ok, good. I was worried I might have read the signals you were giving me wrong,” he joked. 

“You’re a dork,” she laughed, pulling and looking at him lovingly before going in for the kiss of all kisses. 

They were quickly pulled away from it when cheers and whistles started going off around them. 

Y/N looked up from where they were laying on top of the other and noticed herds of people they knew coming out from random parts of the park smiling and whooping in elation. 

“Is that-?” she started, once again taken aback. 

“Everyone? Yeah. They were kinda in on it,” Bucky chuckled. “Hey, did you get that last part?” he shouted toward Nat who was coming around a tree with Clint and a professional camera in hand.

“Oh, it was the best picture of them all I’m pretty sure,” she smirked. 

“You little stinker,” Y/N scoffed, pushing off of him to sit up more. “How in the world did you pull this all together?”

Wanda, Vis, and the twins were there. Steve had his arm around Peggy with Sam next to them and Sarah next to Steve. Winnie, George, Becca, and Thor were all there too smiling and laughing. Everyone was there. The whole crew was apart of the moment. 

“It was easy. I told them I was asking the girl of my dreams to marry me, and they asked when and where. Not much convincing on my part,” he answered, offering her his hand as they stood back up. 

“You guys,” Y/N gushed, wrapping her arms around Bucky’s waist, which he gladly wrapped his arm around her. “This is too sweet.”

“Nothing sweeter than you giving Bucky a run for his money with that delayed answer,” Sam teased. 

“Back off, punk,” Bucky rolled his eyes, pulling her closer to him as if any second she’d change her mind. 

“I will say, he did catch me off guard,” Y/N laughed in response. 

“Oh, my sweet girl is getting married! And to the sweetest boy a mom can hope for,” Sarah interrupted, instantly running to her daughter and almost tackling her like she had Bucky. 

“Mom!” Y/N laughed, catching her balance. 

The next 15 minutes went on like that as the sun set behind them, giving off the final glows of the evening. 

Sarah and Winnie blubbering on about how their little boy and little girl were going to be husband and wife. Then of course going on and on in excitement for the wedding details of it all. At that point they pushed them off for George and Becca to handle as they talked with everyone else. 

Wanda and Vis saying how Billy and Tommy would be glad to be a part of the wedding if they needed them to. Nat gave Y/N little details and advice with planning the party and also offering to lend a hand where it was needed since she just got done with her own.

Then Steve and Peggy also congratulate them and express their excitement for all that was to come for the couple, and all the fun double dates they would/ already had been taking apart in. 

Once it got dark, Steve announced to the crew the little celebration they had set up at Roger's home for an after party of the engagement. Everyone agreed they would meet there. 

So as Y/N and Bucky grabbed their things and started walking to the car, Y/N stopped him as he was about to close the car door for her. 

“Hey,” she turned where she was standing on the sidewalk. Bucky just inches from her. 

“Hey,” he responded with a goofy grin. 

“I love you so so much. You know that right?”

“I know Y/N. And I love you so so much too, doll.”

Thank you so much for reading!! Keep an eye out for a possible one-shot/ prologue of this story;)

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Emergency - Hailey Upton x Wife!Reader

Request:  Hi I was wondering if you could write a Hailey Upton x reader, where no one knows they are dating because she is scared of coming out because of her abusive father and one day she gets shot and they call the reader because she is her emergancy contact? You can go from there, fluff please + Im the one that asked about the one were Hailey gets shot, maybe the reader is his wife? +  This is an idea, maybe she gets shot protecting jay?

Warning: mentions of getting shot, details of a bullet injury, mentions of  parental abuse, mentions of abusive school life, mentions of past bullying

You were at work when you got a phonecall from Gaffney Chicago Medical Centre’s ER. Your heart skipped a beat as a nurse told you that your wife had been shot in the shoulder and was going into surgery as soon as an operating room was open.

You chewed your lip as you scrawled down the details on a notepad, holding the phone to your ear as you began to pack up your bag. Your co-worker raised an eyebrow from their desk, watching you hang up the phone.

“My spouse’s hurt. They’re going into surgery as soon as they have an operating room. I’m going.” You stated, gaining a nod as your co-worker stood up, ushering you out.

“I’ll cover you, go be with them, Y/n.”

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The sniper was aiming for Jay.

Everyone was so focussed on the suspect that was running away that nobody saw the sniper.

No-one but Hailey as she shoved Jay out of the way, the bullet lodging itself in her shoulder.

She was glad she’d updated her contact details at the hospital. She didn’t need her mother or her father turning up. She didn’t need them because she had you.

Her wife.

Her secret wife.

“Y/n...” Hailey murmured, leaving Jay to frown as he applied pressure to Hailey’s shoulder, calling for an ambulance.

“Who’s Y/n?  Hailey, stay with me!” 

CPD were pacing the waiting room as you walked in, heading straight over to the receptionist who summoned April over.

“Ah, you’re Detective Upton’s emergency contact-”

Jay and Voight exchanged looks at that, about to approach you but you had already gone to see where Hailey was, post-surgery.

“Hey, baby.” Hailey murmured, wincing as she tried to reach for you.

“Y’know if you wanted me to stay home from work today, you could have asked, you didn’t need to get shot in the shoulder.” You chuckled, taking the seat next to Hailey’s bed.

“Jay didn’t see it coming, had to push him out the way.” Hailey explained, smiling as you gently pressed a cup of water to her lips after your acknowledgement of Hailey’s raspy voice.

“I have one working arm y’know.”

“Just let me be useful for a minute. Jay.... Halstead, right? There’s a doctor with the same surname, I take it they’re related?”

“Brothers, Jay and Will.” Hailey elaborated, gaining a nod from you in response.

“I think your co-workers are chomping at the bits trying to see how you are.” You admitted, ignoring how you felt eyes on you from outside the post-op room.

Hailey chewed her lip as she noticed how you shifted in your seat, playing with her fingers of her non-damaged arm.

“They just know I’m your emergency contact, so if you don’t want to tell them about everything, then I understand.” You confessed, leaving Hailey to let out a sigh, swiping at a tear before it even left her eye.

“I’m sorry, I never wanted to keep you or our marriage a secret from everyone. I’ve always been too afraid to come out to anyone, in case they reacted how my dad did...” Hailey began to sob, leaving you to gently press the back of her hand to your lips.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, Hails, I understand, baby.” You replied, letting out a sigh as a memory flickered in your mind.

“Y/n?”

“Sorry, bad, bad memory.” Hailey frowned at this, her fingers gently running down your cheek to give you a distraction.

You could feel the goosebumps on the back of your neck under Hailey’s touch.

“I saw them on the way to the hospital,” Hailey frowned as she watched you wet your lips out of nervousness, “that girl uh, I purposefully forget her name but, you know that song, uh, I kissed a girl and I liked it? 

“Yeah, I remember you told me. Turned out she did it on a dare and made your life hell for actually wanting to kiss her. You had a crappy school life; I had a crappy home life.” Hailey acknowledged, leaving you to just nod.

“I think if your co-workers can’t accept them for who you are, it’s their loss.” You stated, Hailey smirking at your stubbornness before the two of you turned to look at the door.

“Sergeant Voight... uh, this is Y/n... my wife.”

You watched as Voight did a glance over of the two of you before you stood up, Hailey holding onto one of your hands so you offered the other one.

“Hank.” 

“Nice to meet you.”

Voight shook your hand before you sat back down in your chair next to Hailey.

“How are you doing, Hailey?” Voight enquired, all three of you pausing as Dr Marcel walked in, explaining that the bullet had avoided the subclavan artery which connects to the brachial artery or main artery of the arm but the brachial plexus needed to be watched in case of loss of motor function. Hailey would most likely need to rest her arm with the possibility of a follow-up surgery and physical therapy.

“I’ll go update the others. Hailey, you alright with them coming in?” Voight asked, leaving Hailey to nod as she tightened her grip on your hand.

It was less than five minutes later that five individuals turned up at the door.

“Let’s not overwhelm them, okay?” Platt affirmed, leaving you to smile at her although you’d only met her once when Hailey had to have her emergency contact confirmed at the district.

Platt also knew who you were to Hailey but nothing else. It just said wife in brackets on the paperwork.

“Are you okay? What did Dr Marcel say?” Adam began before his eyes landed on you, “uh, hi, I don’t believe we’ve met-” Kim whacked him in the arm for that as Jay and Kevin exchanged looks.

“Guys, this is Y/n, my wife.” Hailey introduced you, leaving you to look at her with wide eyes for a moment before she smirked, bringing your hand to her mouth to kiss it.

“Hi!” You laughed, acknowledging the shock on their faces as Platt just smiled, nudging Kim to give introductions as Jay stared at Hailey and Adam and Kevin just made spluttering noises.