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itsrheasgirl · 1 year ago

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AN UNEXPECTED GUEST - PART 3

Chapter 2 for Forbidden Love series. The Forbidden Love series follows a relationship between Rhea x Reader.

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The Reader has a strong friendship with Liv Morgan.

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Liv is in love with The Reader but hasn’t told them.

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fem!reader.

rhea x liv.

mentions of raquel x reader.

mentions of bianca x reader.

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The noise that cloaked the hallways of the eighth floor chattered in your ears as you walked past open door after open door. It made you wonder how an entire floor had been taken over by the WWE— but in reality it made sense. Easier to keep tabs on their champions.

Pausing in the doorway of an open door, you called out into the chaos that echoed from inside. Your gaze catching with Iyo and Bayley as they perched on the end of the beds, you offer a polite wave before calling out.

“Rocky! Is Liv in here?”

Raquel peaked her head out from the bathroom, a toothbrush hanging from her mouth as her dark hues catch with yours. Holding up a lone finger, her features disappeared back into the bathroom— spitting the mouthful of toothpaste into the sink before she leant back out to meet your gaze once more.

“I think she’s in Bianca’s room. Two down.”

It was always so weird for you to see people who beat ten bells out of each other in the ring spending time together as friends, hanging out as if they didn’t have to pretend to hate each other for their job.

“Thank youuu.”

Your words rang from your lips in a sing song tune. Spinning on the balls of your feet, you head off back down the hallway. You intended to make your rounds, wishing luck to your favorites and Bianca was on your list, so two birds one stone?

Each room you passed look like high schoolers getting ready for prom, each group having their own plans for the morning in preparation for the main event that night.

Pausing at the closed door, you tap your knuckles down gently against the wood. It took a few moments for the door to open, a very smiley Bianca greeting you from the other side.

“Y/N, hi. I didn’t know you were here.”

You were shocked Liv hadn’t told everyone that you’d flew out to surprise her— it’s what you’d expected. Flashing a warm smile back in Bianca’s direction, you attempt to peek around the fellow female in search of the tiny blonde.

“Liv here?”

It didn’t faze Bianca that you were looking for Liv— it was very common, her manicured brow furrowing slightly as she spoke.

“She left, not sure where she went though.”

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Liv sat silently— her legs crossed as she refused to meet Rhea’s gaze, her fingers fiddling with each other as she exhaled a long sigh.

“Why are you here, Liv?”

Rhea’s sapphire hues scanned over the petite female as her arms remained crossed over her chest, her manicured brows arching skyward in question. She hadn’t expected to find Liv standing outside her hotel room when she’d opened the door that morning, the uneasy expression on Liv’s face causing the Aussie to welcome her into the room with intention to find out what was wrong.

“You’ve gotten close with Y/N, right?”

Liv tone was quiet— almost weak, as she lifted her gaze to finally meet the taller females. Rhea’s plush lips pressed into a thin line as she contemplated how to answer Liv’s question, not wanting to fall into a trap. She didn’t want to let on she knew you were here, unsure of how Liv would react. It was obvious you hadn’t been successful in avoiding her the night before, when Rhea had left the ring you were nowhere to be seen. Already having been swept away by Liv and her neediness.

“I wouldn’t say close.”

Rhea finally responded— lying of course, her posture relaxing only slightly as she moved across the room to plant herself down beside Liv’s delicate frame. One of her palms resting gently against Liv’s shoulder, she cocked her head in question.

“Talk to me Liv, what is going on?”

The room was silent for a few moments— the only sound to be heard was the two females breathing, until a gentle wrap of knuckles against the door caused them both to look up. Liv sighed as she shifted on the mattress, Rhea’s palm giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze before she rose to her feet.

“Stay here, I’ll get rid of them.”

Taking a quick look through the peephole as she reached the door, Rhea’s breath caught in her throat. Taking a swift glance back toward where Liv sat— relieved she was still on the end of the bed, Rhea opened the door slowly.

“He—”

You’re cut off as Rhea lifts her finger towards her lips in a shushing motion— her crystal gaze wide, she gently shakes her head. A perplexed expression masking over your features, you mouth what’s wrong to the fellow female as you stay perfectly still.

“Yeah I’m almost ready, I’m just having a chat with Liv. I’ll head over when we’re done.”

Why was Liv in Rhea’s room? She hadn’t seen you two together and from what you’d heard Rhea had gotten rid of the evidence from the press conference.

Rhea’s features were warm and carefree, no hint of worry at all. Bringing your fingers against your lips, you kiss the tips delicately before blowing it in Rhea’s direction with a cheeky wink. The taller female reached out to grab at the imaginary kiss, before bringing it to her cheek with a warm smile.

You didn’t exchange words— just glances, certain that Rhea would come find you when whatever Liv needed was dealt with. It definitely concerned you what Liv could possibly want, but Rhea didn’t seem too fazed. Her muscular frame disappearing back behind the door, leaving you alone in the hallway.

“I don’t mean to keep you.”

Liv had already stood up from the beds end by the time Rhea turned round to face her, manicured brows furrowing slightly as Liv took a step forward. In a few quick steps, Rhea hurried over to Liv’s side. Her forearms wrapping around Liv’s waist in warm comfort.

“Enough silence Liv…”

Rhea gently sat Liv back down on the bed and sat down beside her, resting her palm against Liv’s knee with a elongated sigh.

“Tell me what is going on with you. Right now.”

Liv seemed nervous— like she was hiding something and Rhea could tell, her fingers tightening around Liv’s knee as she used her free palm to tilt up her companions gaze.

“Gionna, come on.”

Expelling a long sigh, Liv placed her palm down on top of Rhea’s before allowing their shimmering gazes to meet.

“After last month, with how I reacted about you and Y/N. Accusing you both of something I created in my head..”

Liv paused for a moment, pushing herself up off the mattress once more before spinning on her heels to face Rhea head on.

“It made me realize why I was so jealous, why I freaked out about something that wasn’t even real.”

Rhea’s teeth nipped at the inside of her cheek—already putting the pieces together, she tried to remain composed. Not taking her gaze off Liv as she spoke, Rhea’s palms gripped at the bedsheets beside her. She needed to keep her cool. Her relationship with you had no titles and yet she still felt that this conversation was going to end badly if she wasn’t careful.

“Y/N has been my best friend since we were kids, spending every waking moment together. But as our lives changed and I had to spend more and more time away from her, it made my heart grow fonder. Being around her, it makes me happier? She makes me forget my problems and just relax. I don’t know how to describe it, she just makes me feel so…”

Liv stumbled over the best word to use, her brow furrowing slightly as she remained oblivious to Rhea’s reactions.

“Important.” Rhea sighs.

“It’s like she sees you for you, not Liv.”

It hurt Rhea to use such words— knowing that’s exactly how you made her feel. Like she could be herself and not have to hide behind her persona. Was this love?

“Yeah! That’s exactly it.”

Liv beamed— her lips widening into a impish grin as she moved her digets into the ends of her hair, twiddling a strand round in her fingertips. She didn’t notice Rhea’s features fall as she basked in the idea of you, the Aussie’s gaze dropping towards the ground as her fingers unwound from the sheets and moved to pull through her hair.

Exhaling a long and silent sigh, Rhea hopped up from the bed before slapping her palms down gently against her thighs.

“Okay, so I have somewhere to be.”

Liv stopped herself from spinning on one foot— directly in front of Rhea, her expression ecstatic. Her slender forearms winding around Rhea’s waist as she beamed up at her.

“Look, can we keep this Y/N thing between us. I don’t think I’m ready for her to find out yet.”

Curling against Rhea’s chest, she gave her a gentle squeeze before nuzzling against the Aussie’s torso. Rhea’s chin resting down against the top of Liv’s head as she inhaled a shaky breath.

If Rhea found out anything from her talk with Liv, it was that your best friend was in love with you.

But so was she.

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out-with-the-boys · 1 month ago

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The Dance- Chapter 10

Homelander x Supe OC

Notes: 18+ No warnings apply for this chapter. Each chapter will have individual content warnings as they apply to avoid spoilers. Find this work on AO3. Tumblr master post here.

Previous chapter.

It didn’t surprise Morgan much that life was back to normal so shortly after she and Homelander returned to New York from her father’s funeral. A part of her would still mourn him always, but she couldn’t put the rest of her life on hold anymore. The world was still spinning, and she had to carry on.

While she wasn’t allowed to go on any saves for a while longer, or exert herself too much in other ways, Dr. Foster had cleared her to get back to work. Ashley was still pushing her ‘Girls Get it Done’ initiative, and had found a few ways to incorporate Morgan’s unique talents into it. When she realized she could roll it into ‘Women in Stem,’ Morgan half expected her to start frothing at the mouth with excitement.

When she wasn’t working on keynote speeches or interviewing with the press, the rest of her time was filled with shoots for the new Vought movie. Dawn of the Seven was well underway on production, and the director, Adam, had been dying to get her on set now that she was cleared for work. She wasn’t particularly wowed by the script, but it was a surprisingly fun aspect of her job.

Maybe she had inherited a little of Sammy’s acting bug after all.

The Dawn of the Seven set buzzed with activity, a carefully controlled chaos that mimicked the real-life missions she couldn’t currently be part of. Extras in costumes rushed around, crew members darted between trailers, and the ever-present hum of cameras and lighting equipment filled the air. Adam was already calling out orders, his voice barely audible over the commotion.

Today’s scene was a reimagining of a past mission, complete with exaggerated dialogue and explosive action that bore little resemblance to what had actually happened. Morgan’s role was minor—more of a cameo, really, but she hadn’t even been a part of the original mission in the first place. None of it made a lot of sense, but that was cinema.

“Psyren!” Adam called, waving her over. “We’re ready to run your lines. Remember, you’re stepping in just as Homelander’s about to finish off the bad guy. It’s all about power and presence.”

Morgan nodded, adjusting the exaggerated version of her suit Vought had designed for the film. It was flashier, more stylized, and far less practical than the real thing, but it photographed well. The real thing still looked pretty battered after Harlem anyway.

Off to the side, Homelander was chatting with one of the producers, but Morgan could feel his eyes flicker toward her every so often, studying her. His presence had become a constant lately, a mix of genuine interest and strategic maneuvering that made her head spin. She wondered if this was all part of his latest game—showing up just often enough to remind her that she was never really alone.

Adam gave the signal, snapping Morgan back into the present and the cameras began to roll. She delivered her lines with the right amount of bravado, channeling a confident, commanding persona. With a mock telekinetic wave toward the villain, they flew backward in an impressive stunt choreographed to the last detail.

Acting might not have been her first choice, but it offered a strange kind of escape—a momentary illusion where she didn’t have to worry about all the nitty gritty of her role at Vought, even if just for a few takes. Eventually the scene wrapped with applause from the crew, and Adam gave her a thumbs-up, clearly pleased.

As the crew moved to reset for the next scene, Homelander finally approached, his expression casual but his eyes sharp.

“You looked good out there,” he said, voice low enough for only her to hear. “The spotlight suits you.”

“I’ll be sure to pass your compliments along to wardrobe.” she snorted, brushing the compliment aside with a modest shrug.

Homelander’s smile lingered, his gaze fixing on her with a different sort of intensity than she was accustomed to. “You don’t have to do that, you know. That whole ‘self-deprecating to appear humble’ thing? I thought we were supposed to be more honest with each other.”

Blinking, she wasn’t quite sure how to feel about him calling her out like that. He wasn’t exactly on the mark about why she often talked herself down, but he was close enough to make her question a few things. She narrowed her eyes slightly, pushing back the small flutter of discomfort.

“I am being honest,” she snorted lightly, arms crossing in front of her as if to shield herself from the weight of his gaze. “What you’re talking about is a purely subjective thing.”

“You could always just take the compliment,” he offered, his lips curling into an amused smirk. “A simple ‘thank you’ wouldn’t kill you, would it?”

Her brows raised a little further, and she leveled him with a dry look. “I don’t know. It might.”

Homelander chuckled, stepping just a little closer, but his movements were slow, deliberate. “Well, let’s find out, shall we?”

Morgan’s breath caught in her chest for a split second, but she masked it with a shrug. “Fine. Thank you,” she said, her tone laced with sarcasm. “Happy?”

His eyes flashed with that same intensity, a mixture of amusement and something a bit mercurial. “I don’t know. Are you?”

Shifting her weight, she tried to shake the feeling that he was attempting to peel back layers she wasn’t ready to expose. “You sure know how to make something out of nothing, don’t you?”

He smirked, undeterred. “I know what I see. You can pretend you don’t want the spotlight, but you’re made for it, Morgan. You could be something... bigger. Something more.”

She bit the inside of her cheek, pushing down the surge of unease that came with his words. He wasn’t wrong, and that was what unsettled her the most. “And what, exactly, do you want me to do with that? Shine so bright that no one can look away?”

His smile softened, but his eyes remained sharp. “Something like that. Or, you know, you could just stop hiding behind all this modesty and let yourself be seen for who you really are. I think you’d like it more than you think.”

Morgan felt her heart skip a beat at the intensity in his voice, and her defenses shot up instinctively. “Maybe I’m just not interested in being put on a pedestal,” she countered, her voice cool. “That’s more your thing, isn’t it?”

There was a glint of something mischievous in his eyes. “You say that now. But one day, you might realize you belong up there too.”

Forcing a smile, she stepped back slightly to create some space between them. “I’ll leave the high-flying acts to you. I’m fine keeping my feet on the ground.”

Before Morgan could fully retreat from the moment, Ashley came zooming toward them in a golf cart, braking hard before she got too close. The wild-eyed look of panic on her face told Morgan everything she needed to know before she could even think about peering into her mind. There was a fire to be put out somewhere.

“Can I speak to you?” Ashley addressed Homelander sharply. “Privately,” she added quickly, her gaze flitting between Morgan and him.

There was a chance she could gracefully make her escape, but his eyes locked with hers and he smiled. It was a triumphant and wry expression that made her want to wither a little. She had been honest with him, and now every interaction they had was hinging on that fact.

“Oh, Psyren can stay,” he said with a dismissive wave. “There aren’t any secrets between us.”

Exchanging glances, neither she or Ashley were about to argue with him. She was about to deliver bad news, and Morgan was already anticipating that she might need to soften the blow. From the details Morgan had picked up on amidst the chaos, she didn’t imagine Homelander would react well.

Start with the positives. If you can.

Ashley flinched slightly as Morgan silently nudged her in a direction that she hoped would help. Swallowing hard, Ashley took the tablet she’d had tucked under her arm and pulled up a video to show them.

“So, it’s been scrubbed off the web already, but this was online for about twenty minutes, give or take.” she began, a slight tremble betraying her nerves. “People have definitely seen it.”

Morgan had already seen the content of the video through Ashley’s memory, but hearing it out loud made her stomach churn. There was a super-powered man causing havoc in a village somewhere she didn’t recognize immediately. Homelander had taken him out with hardly any effort, cutting through him with a single short blast of his heat vision.

That blast caught somebody else too.

Tensing slightly as she listened to the despairing wails of a woman over the tablet speaker, she kept her gaze averted. The shock from Homelander was palpable as he tried to replay his own memory of the event back in his mind. He was in and out of there so fast, he hadn’t realized his mistake.

“How? I–” he paused, a million questions all bubbling to the surface, each one of them a concern with how the public would see him now. On one hand, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disgust. Someone had needlessly been killed in a conflict he was involved in, but that was the least of his worries.

Then again, she thought back to that fleeting image of that small boy– he was so desperate for love and approval, no matter what form it took. It didn’t make it right, but she could feel his desperation so strongly it made her stomach give an uneasy twist

“I assume there’s already a plan in place on how to address this, yes?” Morgan pressed, giving Ashley a pointed look.

“N-not yet, but we’re working on it.” Ashley stammered. “But, there’s something else you should know.”

With a swipe of her finger, another video began to play, but this time it was a live feed. Congresswoman Victoria Neuman was poised in front of an angry crowd, calling for justice. With a long, quiet exhale, Morgan closed her eyes and braced herself for impact.

“Wait… They’re protesting?” Homelander’s voice wavered between disbelief and a simmering anger as he stared at the live feed. “They’re protesting me?”

The camera panned over the crowd—hundreds of people holding signs, shouting, their faces twisted in anger. Neuman’s voice rang out clearly over the speakers as she condemned the reckless actions that led to an innocent life being taken.

Ashley flinched as Homelander snatched the tablet out of her hands, the plastic casing creaking under the pressure. Morgan could feel the panic rolling off him in waves, but it wasn’t just the fear of public backlash. It was the deeper wound—the idea that people were turning against him.

“They can’t... They don’t know what they’re talking about,” he muttered, shaking his head as if trying to convince himself. “I was saving them. Those ingrates wouldn’t even be alive if it weren’t for me.”

“Homelander,” she said softly, stepping forward but keeping her tone measured. “It’s not about what you did—it’s about how it’s being framed. Neuman’s spinning this against you because she knows how much you mean to people. This isn’t just about you—it’s a power play.”

His eyes snapped to hers, the flicker of vulnerability vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. “A power play?” he echoed, a dangerous edge creeping back into his voice.

Morgan nodded, her heart pounding as she tried to keep him focused. “If you react out of anger, you’re playing right into her hands. They’re trying to paint you as reckless, but if you show restraint, if you get ahead of this, you can still own the narrative.”

Homelander’s jaw clenched, the tablet still trembling in his hand. For a moment, she wasn’t sure if he would listen or if the rage would consume him. His eyes darted back to the screen, the protesters’ chants echoing in the background.

“They need me,” he muttered, almost to himself. “They don’t understand what I did for them.”

Morgan hesitated, then took a step closer. “Then show them. Show them who you are, but on your terms. You’ve always had the power—don’t let them take that from you.”

There was a long, heavy silence as Homelander processed her words, his gaze shifting between the live feed and her. The tension in his body didn’t ease, but his grip on the tablet loosened, if only slightly. He let out a sharp breath, his face still twisted in frustration but not the explosive anger she feared.

“Fine,” he growled, handing the tablet back to Ashley with a flick of his wrist. “Fix this. Spin it however you need to, but make sure Neuman knows she’s just painted a target on her back.”

Ashley gulped and nodded rapidly, her hands fumbling with the tablet. “Y-yes, of course. I’ll get the team on it right away.” Before she scurried off, she projected a quick and unsure mental ‘thank you,’ toward Morgan.

Don’t thank me just yet, she warned her silently. Things seemed to be in hand for now, but the gears in Homelander’s head were still turning. Something in him was still deeply unsatisfied with the resolution they’d agreed upon.

The air between them was heavy with unspoken words. She could sense his emotions simmering just below the surface—anger, frustration, and something else. Something sharper, more focused. For a few seconds, neither of them said anything. Morgan glanced up at Homelander, waiting to see if he would voice his dissatisfaction. His jaw was tight, his eyes narrowed, but there was no immediate explosion of anger, no outburst.

“You did the right thing,” she said carefully, watching for any sign that her words would set him off. “By giving Ashley the chance to spin it. If you’d gone out there—”

“I know,” he cut in, his voice low and controlled, though there was a definitive edge to it. “You don’t need to remind me.”

Morgan nodded, falling silent. She didn’t push him further; she knew better than that. But there was a shift in the air. He wasn’t just angry anymore—he was thinking, calculating, and his focus landed squarely on her.

“You always know what to say, don’t you?” he asked, his tone softer now.

Morgan frowned slightly, taken off guard by the change in his demeanor. “I just know what makes sense in situations like this. If you’d stormed out there, it would’ve given Neuman exactly what she wants. You don’t want to give her that satisfaction.”

A slow smile crept across Homelander’s face, but it wasn’t the smug, triumphant grin she was used to. It was different. Almost… appreciative. “You think you have me all figured out, don’t you?”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Morgan replied, her voice measured. “But I understand how the public sees you, and how easily things can get twisted. You have to be careful.”

Homelander’s gaze lingered on her for a moment, his blue eyes sharp, as if he was trying to peel back layers she wasn’t showing. “Careful,” he echoed, his voice soft but carrying weight. “Funny. You’re telling me to be careful, and yet you’re one of the few that’s not afraid to stand up to me.”

The silence between them grew thicker, more charged as Morgan floundered to find a good response. She could feel the shift in him—the way he looked at her, not just as someone who could manage a situation, but as someone who saw through the layers of power and persona. She wasn’t fawning over him, wasn’t trying to manipulate him–as far as he could see. She was different. He’d noticed it before, but now, after this moment of crisis, he was seeing her in a way he hadn’t before.

“You know,” he began, his tone almost playful now, but there was a glint of something more in his eyes, “I could get used to having you around like this. Not just when things need fixing, but... in general.”

Morgan raised an eyebrow, her instincts on high alert. She knew where this was heading, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to face it. “I don’t think Vought hired me to be your personal advisor.”

Chuckling, he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming in its intensity. “No, but they hired you to be my handler, didn’t they?”

Morgan felt the weight of Homelander’s words hanging in the air, his gaze unrelenting, as if he were waiting for her to flinch or falter. But she didn’t. Instead, she took a slow breath, keeping her voice steady.

“I already told you, I’m not looking to control you,” she said, her tone just light enough to deflect the tension but still firm. “I’m just extending a helping hand.”

His smile widened, a predatory glint in his eyes. “A helping hand? Is that all?”

She held his gaze, keeping her expression calm, though she could feel the weight of his scrutiny pressing down on her. His interest in her felt dangerous. It wasn’t just growing, but she could sense it evolving into something new.

He stepped even closer this time, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating off of him. It was a subtle but unmistakable reminder of just how easily he could overwhelm her. But Morgan didn’t flinch.

“I think you’re doing just fine on your own,” she replied smoothly, her tone measured. “I’m just providing a little backup is all. You know, like a good teammate should.”

Homelander tilted his head slightly, studying her with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. “I don’t need backup,” he said softly, taking another step closer, so close now that she had to crane her neck slightly to meet his eyes. “I don’t need anyone.”

The words hung in the air between them.. His gaze shifted, and something flickered behind his eyes—something more personal, more dangerous.

“But you,” he continued, his voice dropping even lower, “you stand apart from everyone else.”

Morgan swallowed but kept her expression neutral. “I’m just doing my job.”

His smile softened, but it sent a chill down her spine. “No,” he said quietly. “You’re doing more than that. You don’t try to control me. You don’t cower in fear. You stand your ground.”

There was a dangerous undercurrent to his words, but Morgan held his gaze, refusing to let him see the unease building inside her. “It’s just about mutual respect,” she replied smoothly, her tone calm but cautious. “That’s all.”

Homelander’s eyes flashed with amusement again, but the possessiveness in his smile deepened. “Respect,” he echoed. “You’re one of the few who’s earned it, Morgan.”

She could feel the shift in his tone, the way his gaze lingered on her a moment too long. It wasn’t just respect anymore—it was something darker, something that made her pulse thrum with quiet dread. She had worked so hard to stand her ground, to not be like the others who cowered in fear, but now she wondered if she had miscalculated. Had she drawn him in too close? She didn’t know what was worse—that he respected her, or that he seemed to want something more.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she replied cautiously, trying to keep the tone light.

“You should.” He smiled again, but there was a possessiveness in it now, a subtle claim that sent a chill down her spine. “I don’t say that to just anyone.”

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.” she murmured, struggling to find her voice for a moment. “But let’s not get too far off-track here. There’s still a fire to put out, and I don’t think lingering here at the movie lot is going to help.”

His expression faltered, the intensity in his eyes dimming slightly as her words pulled him back to the present. For a brief second, she could see the flicker of surprise—almost disappointment—at being reminded of the real world creeping back in. He had been so swept up in his own delight, in the surprise of her defending him. The shift in his focus was palpable.

“Right… We should go back to the tower.” His voice was quieter now, the earlier edge gone.We… That one, simple word suddenly felt like an anchor hung around her neck, dragging her into depths unknown. She didn’t want to be enemies anymore, that was for certain. Whatever it was he wanted them to be though–that was something she wasn’t entirely sure she could ever be ready for.

Song: I’m Not the One by The Black Keys Author’s notes: Last chapter, I planted a seed. This chapter, I feel, was the perfect place for it to take root in Homelander. Morgan has been starting to prove herself as an equal in his eyes, and now that she seems to be falling into the role of ally, he’s going to cling hard and fast to that. Anyways, I’m excited for things to start picking up from here. I’m also starting to turn into some of the darker territory with things The Boys doesn’t shy away from. That said, if you have any specific triggers you’re worried about, you’re always welcome to shoot me an ask.

Next chapter.

#homelander #homelander fanfiction #homelander fic #homelander x oc

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pookha · 1 year ago

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Dead Inside

Chapter 2: Live Again

Amity's visiting Camila in the Human Realm because she can't stand listening to Emira and Viney planning their wedding. Vee comes home upset after admitting her feelings to Masha. Amity and Vee take refuge in each others' arms.

You see my face and then you see nothin' Confused you turn and live on I turn my face You're staring back again Look at yourself and live again -Clint Edward Lowery / La Jon Jermaine Witherspoon / Morgan J. Rose / Vincent E. Hornsby / John M., Jr. Connolly

Three Years Later

Amity sits in the dark room while the television shouts something about used cars. She doesn’t understand, but she doesn’t need to. Human or witch, life goes on, commerce happens, people buy and sell and it’s all…futile. She closes her eyes and lets the noise fall over her until the show comes back on. A naked animated woman is killing people with ghostly telekinetic limbs, ripping them apart. She hasn’t been following the story, but the gore at least makes her feel something. She looks at the scar on her arm. Emira and Viney have offered to remove it, but Amity needs it to remind herself of what she almost did.

The door rattles and she knows it’s too early to be Camila coming back with the pizza. She grabs her bottle of abomination goo and readies herself to fight. Vee comes through the door in her Luz shape that she has to adopt full-time now that Luz has died. Amity stares at Vee as she removes her coat and hangs it on the peg. Vee stops suddenly and sniffs the air, then just as fast, she’s in basilisk shape with her fangs snapping.

“Come out! I know you’re here! If you’ve hurt Camila, I’ll drain your magic and leave your husk for the birds!” Vee actually sounds fierce. Amity knows she’ll fight if she needs to, but would rather not.

“It’s just me, Vee,” Amity says and Vee snaps back to her Luz shape. Amity can’t help but stare. Vee is Luz, but softer, more rounded and less…weary, maybe or hard, she doesn’t know exactly.

Vee flips on the hall light and it illuminates the living room dimly. She can see Amity now, sitting on the couch. She comes in and Amity pauses the anime on a scene that can only be fan service.

“Where’s Mom?” Vee asks, and Amity knows Vee's voice, and Luz’s voice, well enough to tell that Vee is upset about something.

“She went out for pizza since this house has been blacklisted for delivery.”

Vee laughs.

“That was me. I forgot and answered the door in basilisk shape from the waist down.”

“What’s wrong?” Amity asks, taking Vee’s hand.

“It’s…I…It’s Masha. I told them I wanted to date them, but they said they can’t stop thinking about the girl they met three summers ago that they took on the tour of Gravesfield and met for boba a few times, then disappeared. I couldn’t tell them that was me.”

She squeezes Amity’s hand

“I—I couldn’t handle it and I grabbed my shit and left. Masha called after me, but I didn’t know what to say, so I changed to a harpy and flew home. I know it was stupid, but I had to see Mom.”

She starts to cry; huge tears fall down her cheeks as she involuntarily changes to her basilisk shape.

“And—and now she’s not heeerrre��” Vee whines.

Amity wraps her arm around Vee and pulls her close. She lets Vee cry on her and Vee tells her all about the ‘let’s just be friends’ talk from Masha.

“I’m sorry,” Amity says at the right places, and, “that’s awful.”

Vee sniffles, grabs a tissue from the side table and wipes her face. She notices her hand has claws instead of fingers and switches back to her Luz shape. Suddenly it’s Luz in Amity’s arms and Amity stiffens. Vee doesn’t notice and puts her head back on Amity’s shoulder. Amity looks at the scar on her arm: the arm that’s around Luz . But it’s not Luz; it’s Vee. She closes her eyes to try to stop the tears, but they leak out anyway and drip on Vee’s hair.

Vee looks up.

“Amity, are you okay? I didn’t even ask why you were here? I’m sorry.” She pulls another tissue and hands it to Amity.

Amity wipes her eyes.

“Emira and Viney were discussing wedding plans and I suddenly just…couldn’t…anymore. I couldn’t be there with them. I told dad that I was going to bring you some magic and left. I wanted to see Camila.”

She turns to Vee, her eyes still leaking slightly.

“I used you as an excuse, but I really did bring you some Abomination goo. Edric made some flavorings he thought you’d like to try. It’s all on the table.”

“Thanks,” Vee says and kisses Amity’s cheek. Amity freezes again and this time Vee sees it.

“Ohmygosh, I’m so sorry.” Vee blushes deep red and Amity wonders if it rivals her when she blushes.

“It’s just that you look like...” Amity can’t finish the thought.

“I know, I’m sorry.” Vee realizes she’s still too close and starts to pull back, but Amity wraps her arms around Vee tightly again.

“It’s my problem, not yours.” Amity steels herself and kisses Vee’s cheek, then lets her go. Vee gets up and walks unsteadily to the kitchen table. Amity watches Vee put both hands on the table to hold herself up, then she sits at the table. She picks up a bottle of Abomination goo and then a bottle of the flavoring. Amity can’t tell which one it is, but when Vee opens it, she can smell the ghostberries. She suddenly remembers when she gave some of the white berries to Luz and then held her while she puked. There was so little food Luz could eat in the Demon Realm.

Vee puts a drop of the flavoring in the goo and drinks a bit of it, then adds two more drops of flavoring and drinks the entire vial. She stoppers both bottles and turns in her chair. Her lips are dyed white from the berry flavoring and Amity suddenly wants to taste the berries from her lips. Vee sees her staring.

“What? Do I have something on me?” Vee looks down at her ‘clothes,’ which Amity knows are just part of her shapechanged disguise.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to stare. It’s hard for me to see you like that. I…you’re my friend, Vee, but Luz was my girlfriend and I think we would have gotten married eventually, and it’s just hard.” Now the tears start to come again. Vee is suddenly there by Amity and envelops her in human arms. Amity can feel that she’s not in Luz shape now and it makes it easier to let Vee hold her. When the tears slow, she sees that Vee has taken the shape she used when they were all trapped in the Human Realm. She meets Vee’s eyes and starts to lean in. Vee’s eyes widen, but then they both hear Camila’s keys in the door and jerk back from each other, both unsure if they were about to kiss or not.

“I’m back!” Camila shouts from the hallway. They can both smell the pizza now, even over the fading scent of the ghostberries.

“Vee, are you home?” Camila asks. She must see Vee’s coat on the hook.

“I’m here,” Vee says. She shifts back to Luz shape and gets up to meet Camila by the door. Amity clicks the television from the violent anime she was watching back to Project Runway. She was watching it with Camila before she'd left.

Camila walks to the kitchen with Vee trailing behind. Camila puts the pizza down on the table and says something to Vee that Amity can’t hear. Vee hugs Camila and Camila hugs her back. Amity looks at her scar, then at Camila. Camila saw her looking at her scar and waves her into the kitchen from behind Vee’s back. She joins the hug. Odalia never hugged her like that…she never thinks of her as mom anymore…Camila is Mom now.

“I’m sorry, Vee,” Camila says as she releases the hug. Amity gets the plates and cans of soda while Vee gets napkins.

“It’s okay, mom,” Vee says. “Amity was here for me. She’s a good friend.”

Vee meets Amity’s eyes and there’s something there.

They eat pizza and watch Project Runway snuggled up on the couch together with Camila in the middle. Amity goes to bed early, climbing into the lower bunk where Luz used to sleep. She thinks she can still smell Luz on the pillow, but it’s either Vee’s scent or just her memory playing tricks on her. She reaches out to the lighted star string-lights just like Luz used to and tears come again. She falls asleep and when Vee comes in, she wakes out of a dark nightmare where Odalia is telling her ‘of course Luz cheated on you.’

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up,” Vee says. In the dim light from the hall nightlight, Amity sees Vee shift to basilisk shape. She slithers up the bunk bed in a way that shouldn’t be possible. The bed over Amity creaks.

“It’s okay, I was having a nightmare anyway.” She sighs. Vee leans her head over the rail and looks at Amity.

“Would snuggling help?” she asks after a very long pause.

“Yes,” Amity says in a tiny voice after an equally long pause. Vee slithers impossibly back down the bed and then into Amity’s bed.

“It’s pretty small, can you be your human shape, the one that’s not Luz?” Amity asks and she feels Vee shift behind to her. When she spoons Amity, she’s oh so very warm. Her arms envelop Amity. These arms don't feel like Luz's, but they hold her tightly and safely and that's all that matters.

Amity is just about to fall asleep again when Vee whispers in her ear.

“Were we going to kiss earlier?”

Amity stiffens again, then relaxes almost immediately. She turns in Vee’s arms and is looking at her in the dim light from under the door. She doesn’t respond in words, but closes her eyes and leans in instead, letting Vee decide if she wants this or not. She feels Vee pull back for a second and Amity opens her eyes just in time to see Vee lean in and then her lips are on Amity’s. It’s a brief kiss, but warm and soft. Vee pulls back. Amity pulls back. Their eyes meet for the millionth time that day. One of them seems about to speak, then the other, then their lips meet again. This time the kiss lasts longer. Amity pulls away first this time.

“Are you sure?” she asks Vee and she feels Vee shrug.

“No, but it feels good.” Vee leans in and kisses Amity again. Their lips part this time and they both feel passion build that they thought they’d share with someone else, but in this time, at this moment, it feels right, right now. Vee’s hands move from behind Amity’s back and move lower down her body and when Amity doesn’t object Vee runs them over her. Amity gasps in Vee’s mouth and the kiss breaks.

“Too much?” Vee whispers. Amity pauses, then instead of answering she slides her hand under Vee’s pajama ‘shirt’. Vee changes it so it feels just like sliding under a silk shirt but over skin.

“I…I don’t want to have sex,” Vee whispers.

“No, neither of us is ready for that,” Amity agrees. She feels Vee relax.

The moon’s light moves over them slowly as the night passes. They fall asleep in each other’s arms and when Amity wakes up, she’s still snuggling Vee’s human shape. She thinks she hears something and turns to see a shadow in the hallway retreating from under the door. She shakes Vee gently and Vee blinks, yawns, and then her eyes widen when she sees Amity still in her arms.

“I thought it was a dream: the best kind of dream,” Vee says and they kiss briefly and chastely.

“I think Camila saw us sleeping together,” Amity whispers to her and Vee goes rigid.

“We’ll just have to tell her the truth then,” Vee says.

“What is the truth?” Amity asks.

“That we’re figuring it out?” Vee suggests. After a while, Amity nods. They both get up and go to Camila’s room where a light shines from under the closed door.

“Come in, both of you,” she says from behind the door, obviously having heard them come down the hallway.

#the owl house fanfiction #Amity Blight/Vee Noceda #Major character death #suicide #self-harm #doomed relationship

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zealoptics · 1 year ago

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Taking Off with Zeal: Flying High and Stylish in the Colorado Backcountry ⛰️

Chris Morgan - August 2023

When: This Summer Where: Somewhere in the mountains of the western US

Laurie and I couldn’t see the landing strip as we committed to flying up the canyon leading towards the distant wilderness peaks. The forested hills gradually squeezed in on us as a wild river tumbled through the forest below our small airplane. We knew where the grass strip should be located, but the dense fir trees obscured any chance of a view. We were both a bit anxious since this was our first short field landing at a real backcountry airstrip.

A few minutes later we overflew the grassy meadow with the ends of the airstrip protruding outwards between gaps in the trees. The approach end nearly touched the winding river. We knew the airstrip was short, but it looked even shorter than we had imagined it to be. After confirming the wind direction I banked the airplane as close as I could to the mountainside and flew away from the meadow to set up for a turn to my final approach. Laurie, nervous about the trees just fifty feet off her wing, distracted herself by trying to shoot a video with her iPhone. The screen of the iPhone lent a distance to the reality that she was flying in the mountains in an underpowered airplane built when she was in elementary school. Another tight turn and we made our way back upriver. Our dog Zoe yawned and sat up from her nap in the backseat. She leisurely peered out the side window.

I did the final landing checks: Flaps - 40 degrees. Propeller - Full Forward. Mixture - Full Rich. We crossed the river one more time and gently descended through the gap in the towering trees. A slight turn to the right and we were lined up for landing. Seconds later the large tundra tires absorbed the soft impact. The tailwheel settled onto the grass and we quickly came to stop between another parked airplane and an ancient barn. We were both happy to be on the ground at a place that is only accessible by airplane or by a long hike up and into the valley.

I turned to Laurie and we smiled at one another. I gave my standard post-landing assessment, “It looks like we cheated death yet again.” She smiled at me knowing the truth is that I try to be as safe as possible. While flying in the mountains is inherently not the safest option, there are many ways to minimize the dangers and ensure we make it back home with wonderful memories.

Aviation had been a big part of my life, but when my career as a military pilot ended, so did my desire to fly. Having to pay to fly for fun didn’t appeal to me, so I turned the page and moved on to other pursuits. Strangely, it ended up being my wife who convinced me to get an airplane.

Fast forward one decade after my retirement from the Air Force. We had finished a wonderful weeklong fishing adventure in the Alaskan bush. As we flew towards Anchorage in the back of a vintage bush plane, Laurie turned to me and told me we should get an airplane. Not just any airplane, but one we can fly into the backcountry. She thought that sounded like a grand adventure for this phase of our lives.

First, I was shocked. Over the years she had shown no real interest in aviation other than wanting me to always return home safe. It was a quality I loved about her — she loved me despite me being a fighter pilot, not because of it. Second, I told her all the reasons that owning an airplane wasn’t a good idea; time, cost, maintenance, etc. From an empirical viewpoint it just didn’t make sense. She smiled and told me I’d come around.

It took me a whole year of pondering, but eventually I did come around. I did already have my commercial license, so all I really needed was to get my currency back - not really thinking that it had been thirty years since I had last flown anything that didn’t have an afterburner, carried missiles, and flew supersonic.

Eventually, we became the owners of a 1974 taildragger airplane with big tires, a strong engine, and room for our dog and plenty of adventure gear. The learning curve was steep and there was a lot to learn, but it didn’t take long before I was safely (but maybe not beautifully) landing on short gravel strips.

Summer is the time to get out and explore in the airplane. It’s a wonderful way to get to remote areas of this beautiful country, but the best part has been all the amazing, outgoing people we have met along the way. The flying is fun, but it really is the flying community that makes the trips so special.

Our Zeal Optics aviator sunglasses fit perfectly under our noise cancelling headsets, and the progressive prescriptions work flawlessly so we can spot other aircraft a few miles away and quickly glance inside and accurately read the cockpit instruments.

The copper Ellume Polarized lens has been our favorite for years, and it is our favorite in our aviator style sunglasses, too. Laurie’s choice is the Skyway and mine is the Hawker.

Here in the United States, we are blessed with a supportive aviation community, a vast network of airports, and a plethora of backcountry airstrips. We look forward to continuing our explorations, as well as supporting the organizations and nonprofits that are so critical in keeping civil aviation and backcountry flying alive and well.

We hope to see you out there recreating in the mountains whether it’s on the trail, at the climbing crag, on the snow, or on a grass airstrip in the middle of nowhere. Explore More!

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A huge thank you to Chris and Laurie for the adventure packed story! Learn more about our Metals Collection and the meaning behind them via the link below.

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queenxxxsupreme · 3 years ago

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Defender, Protector, Keeper (Arthur Morgan x f!reader)

A/N: This is one of those things I write that should have a first part but.... It doesn’t.... I do plan on making more within this little.... world??? With this mom!reader and her son Ben. So sorry for this mess.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: violence, nothing out of canon, Micah is mean to children, mute child (is that a warning?) fluff, Arthur being a father figureish thing, soft Arthur, I don’t know what else to tag, blood? it’s all canon to the game

Summary: Arthur steps in to help you with your son after a run in with Micah.

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“Miss Y/L/N! Miss Y/L/N!”

You moved out of the tent upon hearing Mrs. Grimshaw calling your name.

“Right here, Mrs. Grimshaw.”

“There you are. Where is that boy of yours?” She looked around as if trying to peek into the tent. I’ve got a little chore for him and Jack.”

“He was just in here helping me with laundry, but he wouldn’t mind giving you a hand.” You turned to go into the tent. “Ben? Mrs. Grimshaw needs your help.”

Ben, your five-year-old son, put the clothing in his hand down and looked at you.

“Come on with me, Ben. I’ve already got Jack over by the woods.” Susan gestured for him to follow her.

“What are the boys going to do?” You asked her.

“Help Lenny and Sean pick some firewood. The little fellas ain’t gonna pick nothin’ but some small kindling. The fellas– Well, Lenny won’t let the boys hurt themselves.”

You fought the urge to volunteer to follow your son. It was just little kindling sticks and twigs. It wasn’t like they were going to chop down entire trees.

Susan, sensing your hesitation, stopped just at the edge of your tent.

“They aren’t going far into the woods at all, Y/N. Charles and Bill are on guard duty and Sean and Lenny are going to be with them. Nothin’s gonna happen to those boys.” She assured you.

You nodded your head, reaching down to run your fingers over Ben’s hair.

“Go on and help Mrs. Grimshaw, Ben.”

He silently followed alongside her.

You continued to fold laundry until it was finished. Once that was complete, you decided to go out and see if there was anything else around camp you could help with.

It seemed to be a rather mellow evening. No one was out doing any jobs nor was anyone talking about any jobs, which was a rarity. In the three months that you had been staying with the Van Der Linde Gang, you had quickly realized their lifestyle was fast paced and there was almost always something to do.

You made your way over towards the tent the girls in camp stayed in.

“Hi, Y/N.” Tilly greeted you first. She was reading a book.

“Hey, Y/N!” Mary-Beth was also reading. Karen sat on a chair next to the two singing. “You wanna sit with us for a bit? You’ve been working hard all day.”

“That’s okay, Mary-Beth. I think I should go see if Ben is doing okay with Sean and Lenny.” You looked around towards the woods.

“What’s he doing with those two fools?” Tilly put her book down in her lap.

“Mrs. Grimshaw had him and Jack helping them with firewood.”

“Last I saw, Lenny and Sean were sitting over by the fire.”

A knot began to form in your stomach. Why hadn’t your son returned to you?

You moved to search for Lenny and Sean, but they proved to be easy to find. They were sitting at a fire with a few other gang members.

“Excuse me, gentlemen.” You cut off Sean. “Where is Ben at?”

“Hi, Miss Y/L/N.” Lenny gave you a charming smile. “Ben and Jack went over towards John and Abigail’s tent. Jack said they were going to play.”

“Thank you, Mr. Summers.”

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You did indeed find your son at John and Abigail’s tent. He sat outside of it with Jack. Jack was talking about some sort of story that Hosea had told him about a bear while your little Benny just kept playing with his half of the deck of cards.

“Y/N.”

You looked up to Abigail.

“Hi, Abigail.”

“I hope you don’t mind that Jack brought Ben over. I know Susan had them working earlier.”

“I don’t mind.” You shook your head, smiling. You crossed your arms as you watched Ben. Jack didn’t seem to care that Ben was silent and wasn’t responding to him. Jack had learned since you both arrived at camp that talking wasn’t something Ben did, so he usually did all of the talking for Jack. You were thankful for this. In the beginning, you weren’t sure how young Jack would react to your quiet son.

“Do you want to sit down and have a cup of coffee with me?” Abigail asked. “I don’t usually get much down time, but neither do you. You’re always running around.”

“Have to keep busy, you know.” You chuckled a little. “Coffee sounds nice.”

The both of you got your drinks and then sat down at a table not too far from the boys.

“They grow like weeds.” She thought out loud, shaking her head softly. “I’m gonna have to get Jack some new clothes soon. He’s about to be too big for nearly all the pants he’s got. Maybe Ben could fit into what Jack can’t wear. Ben is a little thing. That way you don’t have to go out and waste money. I mean, the clothes aren’t perfect. Jack has needed them patched more than once. But they work.”

“That’s very kind of you, Abigail. Thank you.”

She gave you a smile.

“Momma! Momma!” Jack called as he ran over to Abigail.

Ben rushed up to you, a smile on his lips. His hair fell into his face and he tried to wipe it out of his eyes but he didn’t do too good of a job.

“Hi, love.” You smiled down at him, brushing your fingers through his hair. “Are you having fun?”

He nodded, looking over to Jack.

“Momma, can we go give Sean his cards back?”

“Where is Sean at?” Abigail asked, looking around the camp.

“He’s just on the other side of camp at one of the other fires.” You told her, recalling where you had seen him earlier.

“If Miss Y/L/N says that Ben can go, then yes. You can. But you have to ask her.”

Ben tugged on your skirt as if to ask you.

“Miss Y/L/N! Can we take Sean his cards?” Jack waved the stack of cards around.

“I don’t see why not.”

“I’ll race you over there!”

You watched as Jack took off first with Ben just behind him.

“I’m glad Jack finally has someone to play with and keep him company.” Abigail smiled.

“They get along so well.” You nodded. “I was a little…. worried at first, if I’m honest.”

“Oh really?”

“Just because…. Well, sometimes it’s hard for Ben.”

Abigail nodded her head understandingly.

“He’s a sweet boy, Y/N. You raised him well.”

“Thank you-,”

“You dumb little rat! Watch where you’re going next time!”

You stood up upon hearing the sound of shouting. Feeling the urge to find out what had happened, you ventured across camp until you found your son and Micah Bell. Micah had a hold of Ben’s arm and was holding him at an awkward angle.

“When someone speaks to you, little boy, you’re supposed to answer them!”

“Micah!” You raised your voice.

Micah turned his head to look at you but didn’t let your son’s arm go.

Anger bubbled in your veins.

“Ah, the whore. Maybe someone better teach this boy manners before he ends up worse than his ma.”

You pushed against Micah’s chest. Ben was crying at this point, trying to grab onto your skirt anywhere he could but Micah was finding amusement in pulling the boy away from you.

“Micah! Get your hands off of that boy!” Abigail shouted.

The next few moments happened all too quickly for you to know what exactly happened. But Micah released Ben and he fell backwards to the ground. Your hand flew up to smack him and you landed a nice hit on his cheek, but he was quicker than you and far more skilled in fighting so the backhand to your cheek came out of seemingly nowhere.

You took a few steps back to keep from falling flat on your ass. You ended up hitting something solid. A hand found your side and another your arm.

It was Arthur Morgan. He only took a couple seconds to make sure you were steady on your feet before moving around you to deliver two punches to Micah. The nasty man fell back as blood began to pour out of his nose.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Abigail rushed to one side of you and Mary-Beth came to the other.

You didn’t answer them. You only pushed them away to get to your son.

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he sat in the dirt where he had fallen.

There was a hand on your wrist that stopped you just before you could get to him.

Arthur turned you back around to face him. You pulled against him, wanting desperately to get to your son.

“You’ve got blood on ya, pumpkin.” He murmured quietly, using his thumb to wipe away the little bit of blood from your busted lip. “He don’t need to see that.”

“Th-Thank you.” You whispered.

“Can I pick him up? Move him somewhere else for you?”

You nodded.

Arthur let you go and moved towards Ben.

“Come here, Benny. You alright?”

Ben nodded his head, shyly tucking his face into Arthur’s neck.

Arthur took him to a table and sat him down on it, then pulled out a chair for you. But you couldn’t sit down just yet. You had to make sure he was okay.

Your hands cupped his face and tilted his head up so you could check him over for any marks.

“Are you okay, love? Does anything hurt?”

He held up his hands to you, showing that his palms were scraped up and bleeding a little. He sniffled, his bottom lip quivering.

“I’ll get somethin’ to clean those up, Y/N.” Mary-Beth spoke, moving towards Strauss’s wagon.

Upon seeing the scratches and bleeding scrapes from Ben falling back and catching himself on his hands, anger welled up inside of Arthur.

He turned and started to make his way towards Micah.

“Arthur! Arthur Morgan!” Abigail called after him, but she couldn’t stop him herself. “John! Mr. Smith! Please!”

You couldn’t pay attention to what was happening with Arthur right now. Ben was important and took priority.

You brushed his hair back and sat down in front of him.

“I’m so sorry you got hurt, love.” You leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

He wrapped his arms around your neck, careful not to touch you with his injured hands, and then slid down into your lap.

A few moments later, Mary-Beth returned with a bowl of water and a few rags. Tilly was with her too, helping to carry bandages.

“Are you alright, Benji?” Tilly asked. He nodded his head without lifting it from your chest. “He didn’t get too hurt by that nasty Micah, did he?”

“Think it just spooked him more than anything.” You answered her. “Thank you, girls.”

The items were placed on the table and then they left.

“Ben, I need you to sit on the table so I can reach you, love.”

He shook his head.

“We’ve got to get these scratches cleaned up, okay? We don’t want them to get yucky.”

A hand found your shoulder. You looked to see Arthur moving around your chair.

“Lemme give ya some help. That way Benny can stay on your lap where he’s comfortable.”

You nodded your head, giving him a little smile as a thank you.

“Hey, Benny? Can I see your hands?”

Benny shifted around on your lap so that he could easily face Arthur. He gave Arthur one hand.

“This might sting just a bit, but I promise it’ll be over soon.”

Arthur got a rag wet and began to clean the dirt and little bit of blood from Ben’s small palm.

“You’re a strong fella, Benny. You know that?”

Ben sniffled.

“I heard you helped Sean and Lenny with getting firewood. Did you carry all the big logs by yourself?”

A little grin tugged at your son’s lips. He shook his head.

Once he was cleaned up and Arthur had carefully wrapped up his hands, Ben looked around for Jack. He was with Hosea. The two weren’t very far away at all. Ben shimmied down from your lap but stayed by you. His eyes were focused on Jack. He wanted to go play with his friend.

“You can go on, love.” You told him. He flashed you a little toothy smile before taking off in the direction of Hosea and Jack.

Arthur stayed on his knees beside you for a few moments, watching Ben go. He let out a breath through his nose and shook his head.

“That bastard is lucky I don’t put a bullet in him.” He rose to his feet, shaking his head.

“Ben is okay, Arthur.” You turned your head to look at him. “He just…. He was just shaken up a bit. But he’s okay.”

“He hit you too. No man should ever treat a lady like that.”

You admired his words, the way he viewed things.

A little smile came to your lips and you watched him sit down next to you.

“Well, Mr. Morgan. Not everyone has the same ideals as you.”

Arthur shook his head, fingers curling into a fist. He was still worked up over the situation.

“It’ll be okay, Arthur.” You reached over to place your hand on his. “I can take a hit just fine. But I do appreciate you stepping in. It was really kind of you to help clean up Ben.”

He became a bit sheepish at your words, tipping his head down so you couldn’t see his eyes completely thanks to the brim of his hat. He cleared his throat.

“Just-Just hate seein’ the little guy cry is all.”

You smiled a bit and gave his hand a squeeze before moving away from the table he sat at.

Arthur watched you leave, then turned his head to watch the two youngest members of the gang with Hosea. Hosea was telling a story while Jack and Ben listened.

Arthur turned his head back to see where you had gone off to. You were standing with Abigail near Pearson’s tent. Abigail said something that caused you to look at Arthur, a smile pulling at your lips then you looked back at her, shaking your head and bringing your hand up to cover your mouth. It was a poor attempt to hide a giggle.

Arthur fixed the hat on his head and decided to go towards his horse.

“When are you gonna tell her?” Charles spoke from his horse. He was messing with a strap of Taima’s saddle.

“Tell her what?”

Charles rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“I’m not oblivious to it, Arthur. I don’t think any of us in camp are.”

“To what?”

“That you fancy her.”

Arthur mounted his horse, shifting around in the saddle a bit.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, Mr. Smith.” He adjusted his hat.

“Yeah, I’m sure you don’t.”

“You wanna come with me? Or keep standing there goin’ on about it?”

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boldlyvoid · 3 years ago

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can u do a blurb about reader wanting a baby and asking her co-worker Spencer to be the donor because he's smart and nice and she wants a cute baby?

you said blurb and i read 2K word fic apparently lmao

Late nights behind a desk were the worst. Y/N hated reading over case file, after case file, of horrific things as she tried to choose where they went next.

The only plus side was that she wasn’t alone, Spencer was at his desk just beside her. Like he always was. They had an interesting friendship, to say the least.

Ever since Y/N joined the BAU, Spencer and her were glued at the hip. They had all the same interests, liked the same music and movies, and they spat out information the same way, they were like each other’s dorky other half— but it was just a friendship.

They had a tradition to watch at least one movie together after a case, to just chill for a bit together. Always randomly picking one of their apartments to go to, spending the night together until one of them eventually wandered off to bed. Leaving the other on the couch.

They weren’t aware of their feelings for each other for a while. Both of them being so used to being alone, and never having anyone be interested in them before. It was hard to understand if the feelings they had were pure friendship, or if it could ever be more. If the sex would fuck everything up and take away that perfect happy place they found in each other, or would it make the bond stronger?

She noticed the crush before Spencer showed any signs of liking her back. She woke up every morning thinking of him, that's when she came to the conclusion that it was more than just a friendship. She wanted him in her life forever, she wanted to kiss his perfect lips and hug his soft body, wake up beside his messy hair and just love him for the rest of eternity.

She sighed as she picked up another file, not excited to learn about the horrible acts taking place in what people called, “the best country in the world.” She’d disagree any day of the week.

This one was a file about some missing kids apparently being spotted in a van altogether in Georgia, it looked interesting enough to be the next case. She hated reading all the info, seeing every kid's happy face in the file knowing that’s not how they looked now.

“Good god,” she groaned as she flipped through the case.

“What’s wrong?” Spencer asked over the divider.

“Nothing,” she shrugged, “just a bad case.”

She handed it to him over the desk, hearing him flip through all the sheets as he read a million words a minute. “We should show this to Emily first thing,” Spencer agreed, pushing himself over to her desk in his wheely chair.

“I will,” she smiled softly, taking the file back from him and placing it on her desk.

Spencer stood then, making his way into her space and rubbing his hand over her back slightly. “Are you okay?”

She sighed, “actually. no, I was telling Garcia I want to have a baby soon, and then I see things like this and I’m scared to do it alone but I don’t have any other option?” Ranting to him like he was her therapist.

“What do you mean?”

She turned in her chair to look up at him, his soft brown eyes really caring to hear the answer. “Sit,” she insisted.

He pulled the chair over more, sitting close enough that their knees touched. “I’m 36, I’m not having any luck finding a husband or a wife, I want a baby and if I have to do it myself I will, but what if I’m not enough? What if I have a boy and he grows up to be a killer cause he never had a dad?”

“Y/N,” Spencer’s voice was soft as he looked at her with a confused scrunch on his face. “That couldn’t happen, you’re a wonderful person, I love having you on the team and in my life, I know you’d raise good kids, you should do it.”

“Really?” She beamed at him, the words touching her heart and making her swoon a bit.

“I mean, it would be hard,” he added reason to the conversation. “You’d have to take time off, which would be good for bonding. My mother raised me alone and I turned out semi-fine, I don't hold any resentment for her not finding someone for me to call dad or even step-mom for that matter. I think if you give them all the love in the world like I know you’re capable of, your child will love you like you’re their whole world.”

She laughed as she noticed the tears welling in her eyes, waving her hand's in front of her face so she wouldn’t fully sob. “Do you want to be the donor?” She made a joke to change the topic.

Spencer laughed then too, “sure!”

Everything got serious again then, she looked at him a little differently. “Really? Cause honestly, you’re like a Grade A donor profile in the most expensive clinic!” She couldn’t help herself from laughing again at the absurdity.

“I’ve always wanted to be a dad, 40 isn’t too old to have a child, is it?” He seemed to have decided that rather fast.

“Okay,” she nodded with a smile, “okay. That’s cool, sick,” she felt the words get smaller as she thought it over.

“I get it if you were kidding,” Spencer spat out. “I realize now that you might have been making a joke, I hope it’s not weird that I agreed so fast, it’s just that I think you’re a very beautiful and smart woman and the idea of helping you make a child makes me really excited. I think it would be a very good idea if you were being serious, but I get it if you’re not.”

She let him get it all out, always loving when he got like this on a case or in person, nervous or just because he wanted to talk, she loved to listen. And no one ever let him finish his thoughts, always wanting to beat him to the punch.

“Spence, I think you’re really handsome and smart too,” she smiled. “If you’re also serious, I am too.”

“How would we?” He asked as he pulled at the top button of his dress shirt, swallowing like he couldn't breathe all of a sudden.

“If you’re not opposed, I’m sure the good old-fashioned way would work?” She laughed, laying her hand on his knee softly.

It was like sparks flew at that moment as if all the fluorescent lights in the bullpen could have exploded and she wouldn’t have even noticed. Captivated by Spencer's eyes as he gasped at her touch.

“Not opposed in the slightest,” he said softly as he held his own hand over hers.

She couldn’t help herself from smiling. “Well, I think I’m all done here if you want to come to my place for a movie?”

“Sure,” he replied, offering her a hand as they stood up together.

He returned his chair to his desk, both of them grabbing their coats and bags and rejoining at the door.

“I should go say goodnight to Penny,” Y/N said softly. “Wanna come?”

“Yeah,” he followed her through the door and down the hall to the tech room.

“Knock knock,” Y/N said as she walked through the open door. “Oh great and knowledgeable one, I’ve come with my nightly farewell.”

“Oh my knight, I shall miss you,” Penelope played along, sauntering over to her and wrapping her up in a hug. “I leave you with this until your return.”

“Through scorching deserts, and blistering winds, I will make it back to you, always,” she tried not to laugh as she hugged her back. “I also brought forth the jester.”

Spencer was laughing in the doorway as the two of them looked at him, “hi?”

“The pretty boy, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Um,” Y/N smiled, “Spencer and I are just going back for our nightly movie.”

Penelope looked at both of them, jaw slightly gaped, “nightly? I thought it was a case by case thing?”

“It’s a good excuse for us to talk,” Spencer smiled at her.

“Mhmm,” she smirked, “well have fun.”

She pulled Y/N back into another hug, hiding her face from Spencer, “I need all the dirty deets in the morning.”

Y/N smacked her arm softly as she pulled back, “goodnight pretty penny.”

“Farewell brave knight, handle with care, Jester,” Penelope pointed her finger at him, giving him a knowing glance.

“Yes, oh Knowledgeable one, always,” he blushed.

He reached out his hand for Y/N, interlocking their fingers as they left her office and headed towards the elevator. A rare moment of bravery on his part, holding hands like this didn’t spread a lot of germs.

“We’re going to have to discuss a lot of logistics like realistically this isn’t going to be just a fuck and oh look its a baby. This is a real live baby that we need to raise and care for,” she reminded him as the elevator doors shut.

“I’d like to be as involved as you’d let me be,” Spencer replied. “I don’t have to be 'dad' to them, I could be uncle Spence that’s fine too.”

“Oh no, you’d be Dad for sure,” she nudged him slightly. “I mean like, weekends and holidays and birthdays, your mom will want to see them surely, my parents will want to see them. Housing,” she looked at him horrified. “I have an apartment with 2 bedrooms, I don’t think I could let them sleep somewhere without me.”

“I have been looking at houses,” Spencer added before the doors opened to the garage, “you’re driving right?”

“Yeah, you were saying?” She replied, digging her keys out of her purse and leading him towards the car.

“Derek Morgan, I’m not sure if you’ve met him yet, he fixes up old homes in DC and Virginia now. He just finished one and I helped him with it. I think I’m going to buy it from him. It has 4 bedrooms, we could all live under the same roof? It would be easier to co-parent.”

She was amazed at how fast he adapted to this as if he’d been having the same thoughts she was having. At a certain point wanting kids becomes a pipe dream filled with desperation and emptiness, he looks like he’s experienced it too.

She opened her door and sat down before replying to him again. Thinking about how wonderful he was going to be during this process, “thank you, Spencer.”

“For what?” He asked as they both closed their doors.

She sighed, relaxing into her seat as she started the car. She turned to him softly, not wanting to cry as she spoke softly. “Being a mom is more of a dream to me than joining the BAU was, this is the best gift you could give me.”

He reached his hand out again, holding it softly. Running his thumb over her knuckles. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Yeah,” she nodded softly.

He couldn’t make eye contact with her, staring at their hands as he rubbed her skin.

“Um, I’ve been pretty infatuated with you since you joined,” he let it out finally. Like a ton of bricks off his back he relaxed a bit, “after everything with Maeve, Cat and Max… oh god, and JJ... I was so worried that if I got too close to you I’d lose you. I tried to keep the feelings in, that's why I said what I did to Penelope. She knows how I feel about you.”

It was like fireworks were going off in her chest as the butterflies erupted inside of her. She sat up, turning to him more and ripping her hand from his grasp.

It startled him, he looked at her anxiously as if she was going to yell at him. But she placed both hands on his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss.

His arms snaked around her waist, wishing they could get closer if it wasn’t for the damn centre console of her car. Pressing their lips together, hard, as they breathed each other in. Desperation taking control, she wasn’t able to let go of him.

When she finally did pull away, however, the look on his face was priceless. Like expensive art, every line and freckle had a meaning. He was surprised, enamoured, grateful, desperate for more.

She smiled softly, rubbing her thumbs over his cheek. “Good, cause it would be awkward having your baby and not getting to love you every day too.”

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badassbuchanan · 4 years ago

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No Goodbye

Part 2 Part 3

Plot: Bucky’s left to pick up the pieces of a broken heart

Warnings: you will cry, angst, this is very very sad, sweet Bucky

Word Count: 4295

A/N: decided to branch out and do a non-smut angsty fic - it’s my first one please be nice 💕

“Bucky?” Y/N’s voice whispered worriedly as she watched the small team walk back through the compound with their heads hung low. The long haired super soldier looked over at her with saddened eyes, his heart sinking when he saw the hopefully look on her face.

Y/N’s hearted thudded against her chest, her bottom lip quivering as she watched the team look at her sympathetically. “Bucky, where’s Steve?” Worst case scenarios fled through her mind as she noticed the heartbreak in Bucky’s eyes, she’d never seen her boyfriend’s best friend look so sad.

Bucky’s eyes closed for a moment too long, the raw emotion in her voice breaking his heart. He felt tears begin welling up in his eyes, knowing he had to be the one to break the news. He let out a deep sigh, trying to steady his breathing and keep his sadness at bay as he braved a glance over at Y/N.

“Steve’s gone, Y/N.” Bucky mumbled, hearing a whimper of pain leave the girl’s lips as she broke down in front of him. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth, loud sobs filling the room as Bucky flinched in weakness, he couldn’t stand to see her like this. “He’s not coming back, Doll.” He was still trying to process the fact himself, saying it out loud only made it that much more real.

“No,” She shook her head in denial, tears streaming down her face as Bucky let his head fall back to conceal his tears. He started walking towards her, only knowing too well how hard it was to lose Steve. “No, Bucky, he promised.”

“I know,” Bucky blew out shakily as he tugged her almost lifeless body towards him, wrapping his arms around her tightly as she sobbed against his chest. He sighed solemnly when he felt her hands clinging to the material of his t-shirt, her tears soaking through the thin material and onto his chest. “I know, Doll.”

Bucky knew more than anyone how it felt to have a promise broken by Steve. Bucky had just had to say goodbye to his childhood best friend, but Y/N had just lost the love of her life.

She’d fallen for Steve the first day she met him. He was like a prince in a world full of frogs. She didn’t know if it was a forties thing, or a Steve thing, but he was everything she’d ever dreamed of. Steve loved Y/N just as much, she was his little piece of light in a cruel world. She reminded him of what was important and made him feel like part of him was still normal.

Shhh.” Bucky soothed her quietly, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as he rested his chin against the top of her head. Her head began to spin, trying to process what was happening as she cried helplessly against Bucky’s chest. “It’s gunna be okay.” Bucky breathed out shakily, repeating the words that Steve had said to him before he left, hoping it would somehow calm her down. Although right now, he didn’t even believe those words himself.

———

It had been a few weeks, but the days seemed to all blur into one for Y/N. She didn’t leave her room unless it was to run errands, but even then, she avoided everyone. She felt so out of place, like everywhere she was, it was wrong. It didn’t matter if she was making a cup of tea in the kitchen, reading a book in the living room, taking a shower in the bathroom or trying to have a nap on her bed. It all seemed so wrong, like she shouldn’t be doing anything without Steve.

“I don't know who I am anymore, Buck.” She sighed numbly, her mind spaced out in mourning, her eyes damp with tears just as they had been every day before. Bucky was the only person she’d spoken to, and that was only because she knew he needed someone to talk to. Maybe he liked talking to her because she reminded him of Steve.

Bucky’s heart ached as he watched her face, so straight and emotionless. She was so broken, he heard her crying when no one else was around, especially at night. It was as if she was so tired of being in pain that her face was no longer able to show expression.

“I think if anyone can relate to not knowing who they are, Y/N. It’s me.” He pursed his lips together in a sympathetic smile, leaning his hands against the edge of the mattress from where he sat on her bed. He watched her carelessly fold the clean washing, trying to harden the pain inside her heart.

“Yeah and who helped you through that, Buck?” She hissed out sadly, angry at herself for still being so helpless and lost after weeks. She hadn’t said Steve’s name since the day she’d found out he’d gone. Bucky had noticed it, but he wasn’t sure if anyone else had.

Bucky sighed as he tilted his head absentmindedly, he hated Steve for leaving him, but he hated him more for leaving her. A frown crinkled on her forehead as she concentrated on stopping her tears from escaping her eyes, letting out a quiet sniffle as she kept her eyes focused on the washing in front of her.

“God, I just feel so alone.” She sighed in frustration, throwing the pair of shorts she was folding down on the bed. Her eyes closed as she wrapped her arms around herself, a tear trickling down her cheek as she sniffed again.

“You’re not alone, Doll.” Bucky whispered sadly, trying to be supportive as his eyes softened and he carefully reached his flesh arm out to hold her hand.

“But I am, Buck.” She pulled away from his hand as soon as she felt it, the action so sudden it made Bucky jump as she took a step away from him. “You’ve got Sam and Sharon.” She gritted her teeth at the mention of the girl that Steve had once kissed, her hands balling up into fists out of frustration. “Pepper’s got Morgan, Clint has his family, Peter’s got May, Fury’s got Maria, T’Challa’s got Shuri. But who do I got?” Her lips trembled as she pressed them together in a hard pout, looking down at the space in front of her. “He was everything I had and now he’s gone.”

Bucky listened silently to her rant, hanging his head as his heart broke at the shakiness of her angry voice. He fiddled with his hands, he knew nothing he could say would make her feel better. All she wanted was Steve.

“I don't even know why I’m still here.” She mumbled weakly, looking around the room that had once been filled with happy memories. It hurt, everything hurt. Living at the compound was a constant reminder of the life she had once shared with Steve. Her anger faded back to sadness as she closed her eyes tightly, breaking down in silent sobs as she thought about how they’d planned to spend their future together. They’d talked about it a lot. “When all this is over, we’ll move to Brooklyn. We’ll get married, pop out a couple of babies. Oh, and we have to get a dog.” The memory of Steve’s words caused an aching cry to leave her lips, his voice ringing through her mind as she felt her whole body go weak. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Bucky’s watery eyes widened in panic at her words, his head immediately turning to her as he instinctively reached his arm out towards her again. She was too helpless to pull away this time, letting his strong hand pull her body into his lap as she collapsed against him.

He was worried about how she was handing the process of grieving, knowing how much it had the power to manipulate thoughts. He didn’t want her doing anything stupid, anything irrational, anything harmful. He’d become so protective over her, knowing that she was the only other person who really understood what it was like losing Steve. Anytime she cried, Bucky was right there holding her.

“I’m sorry.” Bucky sobbed out, unable to control his emotions as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her as tight as he could. Y/N’s arms wrapped around his neck as she cried against him, a position she’d come to know so well. “I’m so sorry.” Bucky felt guilty, like he was the one responsible for Steve not coming back. He was there, he should’ve tried harder, said something to make Steve change his mind.

She whimpered against him, erratically breathing against his chest as she felt her throat closing up. The all too familiar feeling of heartache took over as her hand dropped to his metal arm, clinging to him tightly as she relaxed against his chest.

Bucky rocked them back and forth lightly, trying to soothe her as he broke down. He rubbed her back with his flesh hand, his head dropping close to hers as he held her close.

“I didn’t even get to say goodbye.” She sniffed sadly, her eyes puffy and cheeks red from the crying. Her face was lightly stained with red lines from where her tears had fallen, the salty liquid stinging her skin.

Bucky let out the breath he’d been holding in shakily, his heart aching at her words. Their burning cheeks touched as Bucky’s hand came up to massage the back of her head. He felt so responsible for Steve not coming back. “I’m sorry.”

She stayed there in his arms, his chest rising and falling against her side as she closed her stinging eyes. She inhaled the scent of his cologne, feeling safe in his lap as her heartbeat began to steady itself.

Bucky noticed the way her head pressed limply further against his bearded cheek, turning his head to face her as his hand cradled the back of her neck. “It’s gunna be okay.” He whispered as a soft smile washed over his reddened face, noticing her falling asleep in his arms.

”Will you stay with me tonight?” She whispered tiredly, her eyes blinking rapidly as she fought the inevitable exhaustion. “Please Buck, I don't want to be alone.”

A selfish wave of relief washed over Bucky as he held her, still processing Steve’s absence himself, he thanked his lucky stars that at least for one night, he wouldn’t have to be alone.

———

Weeks of Steve being gone had turned into months, his absence left a void, an emptiness that was inevitably never going away, both for Bucky and Y/N.

“Y/N?” Bucky’s voice deepened with concern as he threw the car keys in the fruit bowl, being warned of her bad state by F.R.I.D.A.Y as soon as he’d walked in through the front door. “Y/N.” He called out again, picking up his pace as he rushed through the compound to find her.

“She’s in Mr Roger’s room, Sergeant Barnes.” the AI spoke as Bucky began to panic, his heart sinking as he burst through the door of Cap’s old bedroom. No one had gone in there since he’d left, not even Y/N.

But that’s where she was, lying on the floor, looking up at the blank ceiling. Bucky sighed with his eyes closed before he walked over to her slowly, aware of her almost unconscious state.

His heart sped up immediately as he was hit with wave upon wave of memories of his best friend. The smell of the room, the shelves covered with small trinkets that were important to him, his record collection, the framed photo of Y/N and Steve next to his neatly made bed. It was all too overwhelming.

“What did you do, Doll?” He breathed out sadly as he crouched down next to her, his flesh fingers tracing over the empty bottle of asgardian liquor that lay in her limp hand. He carefully took the bottle from her, his eyes looking up at hers, glazed over with dilated pupils.

Y/N kept her head facing the ceiling, only moving her eyes to glance over at him. “I got lost.” She mumbled almost inaudibly, catching a hiccup in her throat as her eyes closed.

How could she tell Bucky the truth when it was so silly. She’d gone in there to talk to him. No, she wasn’t crazy, she knew he wasn’t going to be there. She thought she would find comfort in being around his belongings, that it would make her feel connected to him. But it didn’t work.

Bucky sighed, letting his fingers intertwine with hers as he held her hand. His thumb rubbed over her skin soothingly as he bit the inside of his lip, the helpless feeling inside of him was starting to become permanent. He desperately wanted to help her, to make everything okay. But there was nothing he could do except be there for her.

“I wasn't good enough for him.” Her words made Bucky’s heart ache with sadness, his eyes closing as he squeezed her hand a little tighter. “Maybe if I was better, he would've stay-”

“Don’t say that.” Bucky shook his head, his voice cracking a little. Y/N was the most beautiful, funny, talented girl he’d ever met. The more time he spent with her, the more he realised that. It hurt him to hear her say that she wasn’t good enough, that she had convinced herself that was the reason Steve had left. Bucky cursed Steve in his head, frustrated with what his decision to leave had done to her.

Y/N blamed herself for Steve not coming back. She hated herself for not being a good enough reason for him to stay. She sat up most nights trying to figure out exactly what it was that made him decide to go, but she couldn’t understand it.

"I thought he loved me.” Bucky felt the tears streaming down his face as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly. It physically pained him to hear how much she was hurting, the constant torment going on inside of her mind. How lost she felt, how deep Steve’s leaving had cut her up inside.

“He did, Y/N. He still does.” Bucky’s words spluttered out between sniffs. The alcohol was helping to numb Y/N’s pain, her tears silently rolling down her cheeks instead of her usual aching whimpers and heavy breathing.

“He didn’t even say goodbye.” She mumbled painfully, her wording changing from the perspective she’d had a few weeks ago. Her sleepless nights had given her more than enough time to think, and she’d come to the conclusion that Steve knew what his plan was, so he had the chance to say goodbye, to be upfront and tell her, but he didn’t. Why? The most obvious answer in Y/N’s mind was because he didn’t care, not about her anyway. “Don’t sit there and tell me you do that to someone you love.”

Bucky stayed silent for a moment, pondering in his own thoughts as Y/N went back to staring at the ceiling. At some point since he’d left, Bucky had questioned continuing to defend his best friend. Bucky had watched what Steve’s decisions had done to Y/N, what his actions were still doing to her and in Bucky’s eyes, nothing on earth was worth causing her this much sadness.

“C’mon, Doll. You’re tired, I know. Let me take you to bed.” He whispered through his heavy breathing as he scooped her up, lifting her body effortlessly as he cradled her in his arms. Y/N didn’t object, nuzzling her face into his chest as her arms wrapped around Bucky’s neck.

Bucky going go bed with Y/N had become routine most nights since the first time she’d asked him to stay with her, they both enjoyed the company and knew neither of them expected anything more than a warm body to hold.

He carried her down the hall until they reached her room, laying her carefully on the bed once they were inside. He pushed the loose hair away from her face, rubbing his thumb lovingly over her cheek as he admired her.

“I’m just getting you some comfy clothes, I’ll be right back.” Bucky whispered as he leaned over her, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead. She nodded softly, not taking her eyes off of him as he she watched him move around the room.

Y/N was beyond grateful for Bucky, he’d been by her side the whole time. Whenever she needed him, he was right there. She felt guilty for lashing out at him sometimes, when all he’d ever done was shower her with love and patience. She wondered if he’d had time himself to process Steve leaving, or if he was suppressing his emotions in order to support her. Either way, Bucky had always made sure that she never felt completely alone, he took pride in looking after her, sometimes it was the only distraction from his destructive thoughts.

“Here you go.” He hummed sweetly, sliding his hand under her back to lift her torso up from the mattress. She sat up obediently as Bucky’s hand let go of her, turning around so that she could get changed privately.

She smiled shyly at his gentlemanly ways, somewhat reminded of the way Steve was. She looked down at her body as she pulled her shirt over her head, maybe if she looked like a supermodel, Steve would’ve stayed.

She blinked rapidly to contain her tears, her lips dropping into a pout as she quickly changed into the clothes Bucky had set out for her. A sudden wave of self consciousness hit her as she turned her body to face away from Bucky, laying back down on the bed to hide her body under the covers.

“It’s okay if you want to leave, Buck. I understand.” Her voice came out as a whimper, her eyes dropping to look down at the mattress as she heard Bucky turn back around to face her.

He sighed sadly as he looked down at her curled up alone on the bed, wishing she knew that he needed her as much as she needed him. He knew after tonight that she was blaming herself for Steve leaving, forcing herself to feel unworthy and unloved.

“Hey,” Bucky called out to her softly, pulling back his side of the blanket as he slid in beside her. He gently rotated her body to face him, her eyes avoiding his as he pulled her against his chest. “I’m not going anywhere. I pro-”

“Don’t.” She cut him off, shaking her head as she slid her arms up around his neck. “Don’t make any promises.” Her heartbeat quickened as the sadness engulfed her. “Please.”

Y/N woke up the next morning in a dream like daze, feeling strong arms wrapped tightly around her, her cheek pressed against a warm chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm.

“Steve?” She whispered out sweetly, it was the first moment of peace she’d had in months. Then reality came crashing down on her, remembering Steve was gone. Bucky heard her say it, it was the first time she’d said Steve’s name since he left, his whole body froze as his heart ached sympathetically for her.

Y/N sighed sadly, pressing her face further into Bucky’s chest as she began uncontrollably sobbing. Wave upon wave of misery flooded her body as Bucky rubbed her back under the thin material of her t-shirt, trying his best to soothe her.

“Shhhh,” Bucky whispered gently, his metal hand playing with the back of her hair as he held her close. “It’s gunna be okay.”

Bucky had repeated Steve’s words to her almost every day, not that she knew they were Steve’s words, but he didn’t know if he was saying them to comfort her or himself. Either way, as time went on, it was getting harder to believe that it was going to be okay.

———

Y/N had taken a nap for the first time in almost six months. She’d woken up to an empty bed, an unusual occurrence, especially since Bucky had been wrapped up in her arms when she’d fallen asleep.

They’d grown so close since Steve had left, their friendship had blossomed into an unbreakable bond, a deep connection that no one could explain. They understood each other on a level of complexity that formed so rarely it was unheard of. They relied on each other.

She padded softly down the hallway, heading towards the sound of Bucky’s voice coming from the common area. She slowed her steps, gliding her palm along the cold wall as she caught part of his conversation.

“No, I can’t do this anymore.” Bucky hissed to whoever was on the other end of the phone, his voice agitated yet quiet, as if he didn’t want to be heard. “I’ve made up my mind. I’m leaving.”

Y/N’s heart sunk deep into her chest, her head spinning in disbelief as she moved into view of the doorway just in time to see Bucky hang up the phone.

“Bucky?” She whimpered sadly, her chest heaving as it tightened around her heart, her eyes widened innocently as her bottom lip quivered. “You’re leaving?”

Bucky looked up at where she was standing, his eyebrows arching in panic as he realised what she’d walked into. “Y/N.” He started deeply, a lump forming in his throat as he watched her react. “I can explain.”

She shook her head rapidly as she squeezed her eyes shut, a bubbling sense of betrayal and anger erupted in her body. “You’re just the same as he is!” She yelled as she felt tears welling up in her eyes, turning to run back to her room as she thought about going through the process of losing someone again. She couldn’t take it.

She slammed the door behind her, bursting into tears as she paced around her room, slightly hyperventilating as the fear overwhelmed her.

“Y/N,” Bucky burst through her bedroom door, shutting it loudly behind him without a care as he walked over to her. “Calm down.”

She shook her head as Bucky grabbed her by her upper arms, forcing her to stop pacing as she hung her head to avoid his eye contact. “Were you even going to tell me?”

“Stop.” Bucky’s voice hardened as he tried to get her to listen, his eyes softening with worry as his heart raced.

“Or were you just going to leave without saying goodbye?” She disobeyed his command, her anger turning into sadness as she looked up into his gorgeous blue eyes.

“Listen to me,” He spoke softly, gripping onto her arms tightly as his thumbs rubbed over of skin. She looked away from his eyes, her eyebrows arching in sadness as she anticipated what he was going to say. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I can’t lose you too, Bucky. I can’t.” She panicked as she thought about losing Bucky the same way she’d lost Steve. She wanted to believe him, but how could she possibly know if he was telling the truth? Her lips stayed in a pout, her eyes glued to the right of his body.

Bucky sighed in frustration, his heart broke knowing she didn’t believe him. “Look at me!” He spoke loudly, shaking her arms a little as her glossy eyes finally met his. “I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

Y/N lifted her hands to hold onto the material of his shirt over his stomach, holding him close as if it would keep him there forever. “I heard you on the phone, Buck.”

“Yeah, I know.” Bucky smiled softly, slightly relieved that she was listening to him now as he admired her face. His flesh hand moved up to cup her cheek, rubbing her temple with his thumb. “You heard me telling Fury that I’m leaving, as in leaving the team, not leaving you.” He shook his head, his eyebrows arching as a sympathetic look covered his face.

Her eyes looked up at him with a soft sparkle that he hadn’t seen in a long time, he let out a shaky breath, his eyes softening as he smiled down at her. “You’re really not leaving?”

He shook his head as he watched her sigh in relief, his arms wrapping around her to hold her close. “I’m not going anywhere, doll.”

“Trust me, Y/N.” Bucky whispered as he admired her face, his thumb rubbing across her cheek soothingly. “It’s gunna be okay.” Something about the way Steve said those words made it sounds true, but when Bucky heard himself say it, it was hard for him to believe.

———

“What the hell am I supposed to tell Y/N?” Bucky looked over at his oldest friend, his eyes saddened with stress and responsibility. “She’s gunna ask questions, Steve.”

“Tell her I’ve left. That I’m not coming back.” Steve instructed the long haired super-soldier, sadly running his hand through his blonde hair.

“And you think she’s just gunna accept that?” Bucky shook his head as he kicked a pebble next to his foot absentmindedly. He looked back up at Cap, trying to make him understand. “She loves you, Steve.”

“Bucky, you know I have to do this.” Steve pressed his lips together as he looked sympathetically over at Bucky. His decision wasn’t an easy one, and his best friend trying to change his mind was only making it harder. “I’m leaving her with my best pal.”

Steve grabbed Bucky’s shoulder reassuringly, witnessing the distress on his face, what Steve was asking him to do was huge. “It’s gunna be okay, Buck.”

Bucky sighed, trusting that Steve knew what was best as he wrapped his arms around his friend to say goodbye. “No matter what happens, she can never find out the truth, Buck.”

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just-dreaming-marvel · 4 years ago

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Out Of Time ~ 139

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Word Count: 3,600ish

Summary: They get answers about the seizures and get to go home.

“So these seizures aren’t going to go away?” Steve asked.

The doctor had found Steve and Tony in with Morgan. Tony was silently rocking Morgan, listening intently to the conversation.

“They most likely will,” the doctor answered, “with time. There will always be a chance that she could have only, but they should never be as bad as that one today. For a while, she’ll be on medication that will help prevent seizures, though she can still be triggered.”

“Is it safe for her to hold Morgan?” Steve questioned, shooting a concerned look Tony’s way.

“Completely. For a while, someone will have to be with her. Until we see that the seizures are less frequent… Tony, this is still better than many other scenarios.”

“He’s right, it could have been worse.” Tony stayed silent, causing Steve to sigh. “How’s Y/N right now?”

“Asleep. She’ll be that way for a few hours. I’ll keep you guys updated.” The doctor left and Steve moved to lean against the wall opposite Tony, arms folding across his chest.

“At least she got to hold her, Tony.”

The man scoffed. “She almost dropped her,” Tony mumbled, eyes focused on the baby in his arms.

“She didn’t mean to, you know that.”

“The doctor didn’t even talk about the long-term effects of seizures… more brain damage and the medications, they’re the worst part… I don’t want this for Y/N, or for Morgan.”

“You’ll have help Tony. We will help you—I… I will help you…”

Tony sighed. “Y/N would want that… but I’m no where close to forgiving you, for many different reasons.”

“I get it, neither am I.”

~~~

Y/N could feel how stiff her body was as she began to wake. Stretching out, she could hear someone stand from a chair and come closer. She opened her eyes and saw Tony hovering over her, worried.

“I… I had a seizure, didn’t I?” She quietly asked.

Tony nodded. “Yes.”

“Is—Is Morgan okay?”

“Steve grabbed her before anything could happen.”

Y/N sucked in her lips and nodded, trying to keep her emotions at bay. “I—“ Her voice broke. “I understand if this is all too much and you want to take Morgan and leave.”

“What? How could you even think that?”

“Because I could be holding her and have a seizure. I could hurt her! And I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I did…”

“And I can’t live with out you… we’re going to get through this. Just like we get through everything else. I love you.” He gave her a soft kiss.

“I love you too… let’s get married.”

Tony chuckled. “We are.”

“No. Now. Or as soon as I get out of the hospital. I don’t want to waste another second.”

“Okay. I’ll have Happy and Pepper prep everything. Oh! We could even do it at the island, fly there and—“

“No. I want it at our home. Officially begin our life together where we will make it.”

He smiled down at Y/N. “I think that’s a great idea.”

~~~

The two weeks flew by faster than anyone thought they would, but they weren’t complaining. Y/N had two more seizures, though they weren’t as bad. Tony and the others were taught out to help her through the seizures. Y/N was able to bond with Morgan, which made Tony’s heart burst every time. Pepper and Happy had willingly planned out the wedding to happy 3 days after Y/N would be discharged. There was only on problem everyone forgot about, Y/N had been in a car accident.

“I…I-I… I don’t know…” She was nervously stuttering, trying to hold down the panic. “I c-can’t… the—the c-car…”

“Shit,” Tony muttered. He had just wheeled a wheelchair in to take Y/N down to the car. He hurried to her side. “I know that it’s scary, honey, but I’ll be right beside you the whole time. And Steve and Morgan will be in the car as well.”

“I-I… I don’t want h-her or me-e anywhere ne-near a car…”

“We need to get home though, honey. Once we’re there, you never have to get in a car again.”

“Are you guys— what’s going on here?” Steve asked, coming in with Morgan already bundled up in her car seat.

“G-get her out of there,” Y/N demanded. “Get her out of there!”

“Y/N—“

“Fine! I’ll do it.” Y/N threw off her blankets, trying to fight Tony to get to Morgan.

“No, no, no. I’ll bring her to you.” Steve quickly got Morgan out of her carseat and put her in Y/N’s arms.

“Honey,” Tony tried again, “we have to go home.”

“I-I know,” Y/N replied quietly. “I’m just terrified.”

“And you have every right to be. So, instead of sitting in the passenger seat next to me, how about you sit back with Morgan? Will that work?” Looking down as Morgan gripped her finger, Y/N nodded. “Okay.” Tony pressed a kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “You can hold her until we get to the car.”

Tony and Steve worked together to help Y/N up and into the wheelchair. Steve grabbed Morgan’s things as Tony wheeled Y/N out. Y/N kept her focus on the child in her arms, trying to remain calm. She hated how soon they were to the car.

“It’s time to put Morgan back in her carseat, honey,” Tony said. He stopped the wheelchair and came around to kneel in front of Y/N. “Can you give her to Steve and I’ll help you get her in the car?”

Y/N shook her head.

Steve quickly knelt beside Tony. “I’ll quickly put her in, Y/N/N, and then you can go back to watching her,” Steve said. He slowly reached his hands out for Morgan. “I promise it will be quick. I’ve been practicing.”

“He has. He’s the fastest at diaper changing too.”

“Can I take her from you Y/N?”

Y/N bit her lip, closed her eyes and nodded. Steve carefully, yet quickly took Morgan from Y/N’s arms. Tony picked Y/N up and slid her into the car. As he retracted his arms, Y/N’s breath hitched. Tony kissed her temple.

“You’re so brave, sweetheart,” he whispered. “So very brave.” As he pulled away again, she quickly grabbed his hand. “I’ve got to drive.”

“I can drive,” Steve quickly offered. “FRIDAY knows the route home and can show me. Just stay back there with Y/N.”

Tony nodded and slid him and Y/N further into the car. He reached over and tripled checked Morgan’s car seat before buckling in Y/N and checking hers over as well. After hearing Tony’s buckle and with her eyes still shut, Y/N curled into his side. He wrapped an arm around her, holding her there.

Steve checked the rearview mirror before beginning the drive home. He met Tony’s gaze. Tony will never admit it, but that day he was extremely grateful for Steve. He mouthed a small thank you, before closing his eyes and resting his head against Y/N. Steve smiled softly before pulling away from the hospital.

~~~

Pepper, Natasha, Rhodey, and Happy had cleaned the house and put together the nursery. They were waiting on the porch when Steve pulled up. Steve parked the car and checked the back seat. Both Morgan and Y/N were sound asleep.

“I’ve got Y/N,” Tony whispered. “Can you get Morgan?”

Steve nodded. The men opened their doors and Tony slid out with Y/N in his arms. He was thankful that she was still asleep and that her panic didn’t get any worse than what it was.

“Is she okay?” Pepper worried as Tony carried Y/N up the steps.

“She panicked a bit about her and Morgan getting into the car,” Tony explained. “But I sat back with her.”

“How’d Mo do?” Natasha asked.

“I think she could tell that she needed to sleep when her ma was sleeping,” Steve replied as he came up.

“I’m going to go tuck Y/N in and then we can eat and watch Morgan,” Tony said, going into the house.

He carefully carried Y/N up the stairs to their bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, Tony pulled the blankets out from under her and set them on top of her. He ran the knuckle of his hand down her cheek as he studied her sleeping form. He knew that parenthood wasn’t going to be easy, he just had hoped that they were going to have an easier start than this.

Tony sat on the edge of the bed, watching Y/N sleep until he heard Morgan cry from downstairs. He placed a kiss to her forehead before closing the bedroom door and going downstairs. As he finished the last few steps, he saw Happy quickly pass Morgan to Steve.

“She hates me,” Happy grumbled, pouting like a child.

Steve was gently rocking Morgan in his large arms, back and forth.

“Seems like she’s found a favorite uncle,” Rhodey commented.

“Don’t worry, Happy will end up being the favorite,” Tony said, walking into the room. “She’ll have him so tightly wrapped around her finger. He’ll do whatever she wants.” He walked up to Steve. “Can I have my daughter?” Steve nodded and slipped Morgan into Tony’s arms. “Thank you, all of you,” Tony met Steve’s gaze momentarily, “for being so willing to help us.”

“Of course,” Natasha responded. “This is our family.”

~~~

Y/N was instructed to take it easy as the days led up to the wedding. She basically had no say in anything. Thankfully, Pepper and Natasha had used Y/N’s Pinterest boards as inspiration. Steve, Rhodey, and Happy were in charge of set-up, under the women’s watchful eye of course. Tony was busy taking care of Morgan and Y/N to do anything with planning the wedding, but he trusted the women to make sure it was beautiful.

It was the night before the wedding and Tony had been successfully knocked out due to pure exhaustion. Y/N was sleeping off and on, a tiny bit both nervous and excited for the next day, when she heard Morgan began to fuss. Looking over at Tony, she knew she cold’t wake him. Slowly, Y/N pushed herself out of bed and made her way to Morgan’s bassinet across the room. Taking the baby into her arms, she bounced her slightly while quietly shushing her. Morgan continued to get louder so Y/N took her into the nursery and sat down in the rocker.

“What’s all the fuss, baby girl?” Y/N whispered. “Are you nervous too? Cause I am… this all… well, this is never how I imagined my wedding to go. But that’s okay, I guess things happen the way they’re suppose to.”

Tony had woken up after trying to pull Y/N into his arms. He tried not to be too alarmed, especially when he realized Morgan was gone too. He snuck out of the bedroom, to see a lamplight coming from underneath the nursery’s door. The door was cracked open slightly. Tony could see the chair rocking back and forth, Morgan in Y/N’s arms. He stayed outside as he heard Y/N speaking softly.

“I want to apologize to you, Mo. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to protect you, or be there for you when you entered into this world… It seems that I’m very good at that. I’ve failed both my kids in that way… you have a brother, Anthony James. He’s… he’s gone now and one day I’ll explain everything, but I saw him. He was probably about 5 years old. And he was the perfect mix of your father and I. I know he’s watching over you, just like he watches over your daddy.”

Tony had no idea that Y/N had seen AJ again, and he was confused as to when. Her powers disappeared once the Stones were destroyed. He shook his head slightly, trying to focus on what Y/N was saying.

“I promise that I’ll do better for you and your father… you both deserve more than I could ever offer.” Y/N looked down at her now asleep daughter and smiled softly. “I love you, Morgan Howard Stark.” She pressed a small kiss to the baby’s head. “And I love Anthony Edward Stark, your snoop of a father.”

With a slight huff, Tony pushed the door open. “How’d you know?”

“I’m a highly trained spy, remember? I knew you were there from the get go… so you heard everything?”

“I did.” Tony nodded. He leaned against the door frame, arms folded across his chest. “When did you see AJ?”

Y/N sighed. “I was trying to destroy the Soul Stone and it was trying to stop me. I saw Phil and AJ.”

“Phil?”

“He’s dead. He’s gone… but he promised to take care of AJ.”

“And AJ…?”

“Had grown. And was watching out for you. He saw Thanos hurt you and leave Titan. He warned me that you needed help. So I pushed harder… I did destroy the Soul Stone… it just wasn’t enough… At least I saw AJ and Coulson, one last time…”

“I’m sure they’re taking care of each other.” Tony pushed off the door frame and came towards his two girls. “Just like we’re taking care of each other.” He sat on the arm rest and kissed Y/N’s head. “We’re getting married in the morning.”

“We’re getting married in the morning,” Y/N repeated softly, looking up at Tony.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

~~~

“You look gorgeous, Y/N,” Natasha said, looking at her friend in the mirror. “Tony’s going to freak.”

“Knowing Tony he might take you right then and there,” Pepper chuckled, bouncing Morgan in her arms slightly.

“Better not,” Y/N responded with a laugh. “Steve’s going to be there and my daughter.” Y/N studied herself in the mirror, letting out a long breath. She was all done up and ready to walk down the aisle. “I can’t believe this… I’m actually getting married.” Nat gave her shoulder a slight squeeze. “There was honestly a point that I never thought this day would come.”

“You deserve it, Y/N/N,” Natasha said softly. “More than anyone.”

A gentle knock sounded a the door. The women turned to see Steve’s head popped in, eyes screwed shut.

“Is it safe?” He asked. “Can I come in?”

“Of course, Rogers,” Natasha laughed. “Pepper and I will finish getting Morgan ready and leave you to alone for a moment.”

Steve stepped in as the others stepped out, still not opening his eyes. Once the door was shut, he opened them, almost immediately becoming overwhelmed with emotions. Y/N stood up.

“You look,” he paused, swallowing as he nodded. “The parents would be proud.”

“You think so?” She questioned bashfully, looking down at her dress.

“I do.” He stepped forward and took her hands. “I know that me walking you down the aisle wouldn’t fix everything between you and I, and Tony and I, but thank you for letting me do this. And I’m sorry for everything.”

“I’m sorry, too. I guess we’re both a little too stubborn for our own good.” She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I know you always imagined walking me down the aisle to Bucky, but thank you for supporting me in this.”

“If this is what makes you happy, then I can be happy for you.”

There was a few raps on the door before Nat opened it and revealed herself.

“It’s time,” she stated. “You two ready.”

“Mmhmm,” Y/N nodded.

“Okay, I’ll see you two out there then.”

Natasha disappeared and Y/N grabbed her boutique. Turning around, she laced her arm in Steve’s and took a deep breath.

“You okay?” Steve wondered.

“I will be,” Y/N responded. “Let’s go.”

~~~

Tony was nervously standing near the edge of the lake. Happy, Rhodey, Natasha, Pepper, and Morgan (in Pepper’s arms) were all waiting for Steve and Y/N to exit the house.

“Stop fidgeting,” Rhodey ordered. He was standing slightly behind Tony, because he was going to preform the ceremony. “She’s coming.”

“She still has a chance to back out,” Tony responded. “And I honestly wouldn’t blame her.”

“Stop that. She’s seriously coming down the stairs.”

Tony turned and gasped slightly. It was absolutely amazing how Y/N could get more beautiful with each passing second. To the couple, in that moment, there was no one else there except the two of them. They were both smiling as the stared at each other. Steve walked Y/N to Tony. It was the only time the two broke eye contact. Tony and Steve nodded to each other as Steve handed Y/N over to Tony. He placed a kiss on his sister’s cheek before taking the boutique and moving to stand beside Nat.

“You look… you look like the most beautiful person in the world,” Tony whispered.

“I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve seen this coming since I saw these two first interact,” Rhodey began. “The universe has literally worked through time to get these two to this point, and it has finally arrived. Today, we make this small family official. Though there was really no need for it, since we already felt a part of it. The couple will first recite their own vows before we go into the exchanging of the rings. Tony.”

“Y/N,” Tony paused to swallow down the bubbling emotion. “I promise you that I will be your ever loving husband from this day forward. To be faithful and honest in every way, to honor the faith and trust you place in me. To love and respect you in your successes and in your failures, to make you laugh and to be there when you cry. To care for you in sickness and in health. To softly kiss you when you are hurting, and to be your companion and your friend, on this journey that we make together.”

“I also want to promise you that I will do the same for our daughter,” Tony continued. “I will love and respect her in her successes and her failures. I will make her laugh and hold her when she cries. I will care for her in sickness and in health. I will be her friend and companion, until the day comes where she’s standing before this family, doing what we are with the person she loves. I love you and Morgan so much.”

“Y/N,” Rhodey urged, “it’s now your turn.”

“I don’t know how to go after that,” Y/N chuckled lightly, trying to hold back the tears. “Anthony, I promise to be your loving wife. To be your partner in crime and your rock. I promise to honor you and respect you. I promise to be there with you in the ups and downs, to make you laugh and to comfort you when you’re upset. I promise to care for you at all times. Even when you’re in the lab in the middle of the night.” That earned a few laughs. “I promise to tell you I love you every day, starting now. I love you.”

“This is the point in the ceremony where we usually talk about the wedding bands being a perfect circle, with no beginning and no end,” Rhodey explained. “But we all know that these rings do have a beginning. Rock is dug up from the earth. Metal is liquefied in a furnace at a thousand degrees, then older, cooled, and painstakingly polished. Something beautiful is made from raw elements. Love is like that. It comes from humble beginnings, made by imperfect beings. It’s the process of making something beautiful where there was once nothing at all. Happy, the rights.” Happy stepped forward and opened his hand, revealing the two matching silver rings.

“Tony, take Y/N’s ring and repeat after me,” Rhodey instructed. Tony took a ring and held it at the end of Y/N’s finger. “This ring is my promise to accept your imperfections and appreciate all that makes you unique and beautiful.”

“This ring,” Tony smiled, looking into Y/N’s eyes, “is my promise to accept your imperfections and appreciate all that makes you unique and beautiful.” Y/N gasped slightly as Tony pushed the ring onto her finger.

“Now, Y/N, take the ring and repeat after me.” Y/N nodded, shakily taking the ring and holding it in front of Tony’s hand. “This ring is my promise to accept your imperfections and appreciate all that makes you unique and beautiful.”

“This ring is my promise to accept your imperfections,” Y/N repeated, “and appreciate all that makes you unique and beautiful.” She slid the ring onto Tony’s finger.

“Wonderful. Now, by the power vested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Rhodey looked at Tony with a smirk. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Tony grinned and eagerly pulled Y/N into him. He lovingly kissed her as their small crowd cheered and clapped. Pulling back once they needed air, Tony rested his head on Y/N’s, looking into her eyes.

“I love you, Mrs. Stark.”

“I love you too, Mr. Stark.”

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hazel-of-sodor · 1 year ago

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What's Lost is Found

Ch.12 Left Behind

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The former sheds of the narrow gauge line were a sorry sight, the roof having collapsed years prior. The trackbed was lost in the grass, marked only by what stood around it. A line of slate wagons stood crumbling on a siding, a few had collapsed under their abandoned loads. A small pile of coal stood next to the sheds, which Gwyn began shoveling into an abandoned wheelbarrow, Screech emptying it into her tender.

A rickety water tower stood between the two lines, Mali helped Freda swing the hose over to Screech.

Screech thrummed contentedly, a deep pulsing rumble that shook dust and soot from the nearby roof.

Soon the station team joined them, walking up the road.

Miss Morgan glanced at the slumbering lorry on the flatbed. "I see we have a new fleet member." She said as she walked up to face Screech.

Screech opened an eye, "I wasn't about to leave her. I'm a monster, not the other railway."

Miss Morgan snorted, "If you know any more 'monsters' let me know. I could use more sensible, hardworking, well-behaved employees" She patted a surprised Screech's running board and walked to inspect what remained of the narrow gauge sheds.

Screech was about to doze off when she thought she heard a faint noise.

She tilted her head, trying to listen, again the almost noise came, barely registering even to her.

"Stop." She didn't shout, but nonetheless, the others froze at the barked command.

She unfurled as much as she dared with the crews so close, straining to listen.

She had almost dismissed it as a figment of her imagination when she heard it.

"Please..."

More than a few crew shrieked in surprise or fear as her tendrils lashed out, but they were not her target.

Tendrils wrapped around the remains of the fallen roof with an iron grip and heaved with all her might.

The once seemingly immovable roof flew through the air, pieces tearing off from the force of the air racing against them before it slammed into the side of the mountain with a thunderous crash.

Even Gwyn and Freda were staring wide-eyed at the disintegrated remains of the rood as Screech's tendril probed back into the shed.

She felt around carefully, before gently wrapping around something large. It had been rusted to the rails, so her tendrils burned through the rails around it and pulled the severed rails out with her prize.

She brought the object to herself and gently set it between the rails in front of her.

As her tendrils withdrew it, or rather she, was revealed. A small tank engine rested between the rails. Her funnel was bent and her cab squashed from the collapse of the roof. Her once black paint was worn and chipped, where it was visible at all. Her motion had been removed at some point, along with her tanks and whistle.

The Baldwin 10-12-D stared at Screech wide-eyed.

'Oh, good another stray.' The whisper muttered, Screech ignored it.

"Hello, Little One."

"Hello." The narrow gauge engine rasped back, her voice stolen by years without water. Screech placed a tendril lightly over the tank engine's mouth.

"No more speaking little one. I would not have you damage your voice any further."

Screech reached out and grabbed a bucket that a workman was holding.

He yelped as he was lifted with the bucket up onto her tender. Freda took the bucket and workmen from her and began filling it from the hose. Gwyn began inspecting the little engine, checking her over for further damage.

Mali took the filled bucket and stepped carefully onto the waiting tendril, allowing it to swing her around to Screech's front. One of the workers helps her hold the bucket up to the battered engine so she can drink.

It takes five buckets before the engine can speak without it hurting, ten more before she can manage more than a whisper.

Her voice is quiet, and likely will be until her steam is raised again.

As water flowed through her once again, tears had begun to flow.

"How long was I in there?" She asked.

"Over ten years." Miss Davies said quietly.

"They said they'd come back." The little engine said. "That they just needed to unload the lorry to make room for me."

Mali had gently wiped away the engine's tears with her rag. "We're here. We came back, and we're not leaving you here."

One of the abandoned trucks chittered with coughing laughter, "There's no room on your flatbeds, you'll have to leave her behind."

One of Screech's larger tendrils smashed through the truck's rotten frames with enough force to bury itself several feet in the ground.

"We are NOT leaving her behind."

The other remaining trucks, rather than upset, were cheering and catcalling at Screech’s display.

The lead workmen hesitated, "Miss Gwyllgi, the Flatbeds are full. we could leave some workers with her so she's not alone, but we currently don't have a way to take her back this trip."

Screech glared.

"She will not be left behind at all."

Tendrils wrapped gently around the smaller engine's frames and lifted her.

"I will carry her if I must, but we are not leaving her behind"

Miss Morgan approached and looked at Screech searchingly, "You are sure? It's miles back to Llogeran, then even further to Uman."

"I am certain."

Miss Morgan nodded then turned to the work crews, "Check over the buildings for anything we missed then report back. I want us back at Uman before dark."

As the workmen scattered, Miss Morgan and Freda joined the efforts to clean the tank engine as best they could.

"What is your name, little one?"

"I never had a name," she said, wincing as Freda scrubbed a particularly rough section. "I was called by my old number 590."

"What would you like to be called?" Maki asked from where she had squeezed into the remnants of the cab.

The engine blinked, "I am 590." She said self-consciously.

"Well, that will never do," Gywn had taken advantage of Screech lifting 590 to clean the undercarriage. The whisper was attempting to convince Screech to fake dropping her to scare him.

The little engine looked hurt at his statement.

Screech rolled her eyes, "They believe all engines deserve a 'proper name' little one. They will call you by 590 if that's what you wish, but good luck convincing them to not give you a formal name."

"Really?" The engine nervously asked.

"Really," Freda said as she popped Gwyn with a rag, causing him to yelp. She pointed at Screech. "Screech is officially named Gwyllgi, but everyone still calls her Screech."

"What's going to happen to me when we get to Uman?" 590 asked nervously.

"You're being taken to our works for restoration," Miss Morgan said, "if you know where any of your missing parts are, it would speed up your restoration."

The engine blinked, "my tanks were left beside the workmens’ shed."

"Then the crews will find them." Miss Morgan reassured her.

Soon the workmen returned, some carrying newly found tools, others carrying 590’s tanks between them, and the lead foremen's team carried boxes of documents from the main station.

Miss Morgan did a head count, and upon confirmation that none were missing, they set off back down the line.

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goldentournesol · 4 years ago

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The Receptionist and the Profiler (Epilogue)

Chapter Eight: Epilogue

(Spencer Reid x f!Reader)

Series Masterlist

General Masterlist

A/N: Welcome to the final chapter of the series. this is just a summary of what Spencer and Reader’s life is like in the future. thank you so much for joining me on this journey. I’ve enjoyed it so much more than I thought I would. So without further ado, enjoy.

Working for the FBI made for a pretty wild life. Even though Y/N wasn’t an agent, her life had been caught up with work just like all the other agents’. It also didn’t help that her boyfriend was endangered practically every minute of every day. It was hard, but Spencer and Y/N made it work. Among the darkness, they created light for each other. Spencer was no longer dreading coming home to a quiet life of reading and rereading his favorite books. He had a partner, he had a lover, someone to depend on. She was there for him as he grieved the loss of his friend and coworker deeply and she was there when he struggled with his excruciating migraines. They walked through life together, facing the challenges head on.

Emily’s death had taken a toll on the both of them, but they were nothing short of relieved when they found out that she was alive and well. Many changes took place after that.

JJ had worked long and hard to turn into a profiler, the liaison had years upon years of experience before switching jobs which meant Hotch had to find a new communications liaison, but he didn’t have to look far at all. He had offered Y/N the job without a second thought. A lot of her job as receptionist covered a liaison’s job. She would often get numerous calls a day from nosy reporters and she’d have to shut them down. However, with the added responsibilities, she’d had to take classes and had undergone copious amounts of training with JJ and Hotch, but she found that she flourished in this new job, despite the hardships that came with it.

This meant that she had her own office now. Whenever Spencer wasn’t at his desk, he was in her office, and whenever she wasn’t in her office, she was at his desk. She often found that she missed her old job as receptionist, but nothing could replace the newfound feeling of making a difference in the world. She used to admire JJ’s ability to stand before nosy reporters and judgmental cops, and here she was, blowing herself (and the team) away with these hidden abilities.

Before, she was aware of the general gist of the job, she knew it wasn’t easy, but the team often kept the gory details to themselves around her. Now, she had to pick and choose the gore which constantly left her with the question of whether she’d made the right choice or not. The intensity of the job had slightly damaged her spirits, but thankfully she had an amazing support system. She couldn’t have done it without Spencer’s unending support, or Hotch’s for that matter. Before allowing Y/N to accept the job, Hotch had made sure to warn her about the horrors first. She assured him she was ready, even though sometimes she felt like she wasn’t.

On the somewhat bright side, this also meant that she was around during most, if not all cases. This had Spencer jumping for joy, but it also terrified him to his bones. All his emotions were always on overdrive when it came to her. He was glad that he didn’t have to spend so much time away from her, but it simultaneously meant that he was constantly worried for her safety. He never wanted her to go into the field, ever. No matter the amount of combat training she did with Morgan. She found that she preferred interviewing victims’ families and controlling the press to facing serial killers head on anyway.

Sometimes it was easier for her to control the press from Quantico, so it wasn’t uncommon for her to stay back during cases. One particular case had dragged on for much longer than any of them had expected. The whole team was gone in Wisconsin and Hotch had asked her to stay back and hold down the fort at Quantico. The team ended up staying there for two weeks. It was the longest she’d ever been away from Spencer. Nightly calls weren’t enough for them and Spencer truly hadn’t experienced such an emptiness without her before.

As he scooped her into his awaiting arms right outside the elevator when they finally made it back to the office, he breathlessly declared to her, “Marry me.”

She pulled back from the tight embrace to examine his features, “What?” She said, voice thick with confusion.

“I don’t want to be away from you for that long ever again. I don’t want to wait anymore. Marry. Me.” He enunciated firmly. She broke out into a grin.

“Okay, I will.” She laughed and he squeezed her once more, savoring her warmth.

“This isn’t the official proposal by the way, you deserve something far nicer than all this, but I just want you to know that I’m ready if you are.” Spencer clarified and she threw her head back with laughter. Spencer’s heart soared at the sound.

Spencer took that statement and ran with it. He teased her every chance he got. At one dinner date they had planned, he had the nerve to begin his sentence with her full name, her heart dropping to her gut.

“Y/N Y/L/N, would you do me the honor of...sharing this fine wine with me?” Spencer said smugly, resulting in a shocked, but somehow relieved scoff coming from her.

A different time, he decided to give her a false alarm during one of their daily lunch walks in the park nearest to Quantico. He knelt down to one of his knees in the middle of their promenade.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you...wait for me while I tie my shoe?” Spencer asked with a face-splitting grin. This time, she didn’t hesitate to shove his shoulder slightly, causing him to lose balance and almost faceplant into the pavement.

At this point, she truly had no idea when he was going to pop the big question. Knowing him, it could literally be at any point in time. She had to admit, though, he kept her on her toes. A month later, she was sure he’d pop the question during JJ’s wedding reception because of the way he was staring at her all night. He’d looked dreamy in his tux to say the least. Y/N was almost too shy to dance with him because of how magnificent he looked. What she didn’t know was that he was thinking the same exact thing about her. She looked exquisite in the evening gown she adorned and Spencer was absolutely enraptured by her.

Being so surrounded by love and admiration, Spencer finally asked her to marry him the second they made it through her front door. They stood in the small hallway between the kitchen and the living room. She had just turned around from taking her heels off and was met with Spencer down on one knee, holding the most beautiful ring out to her in a navy blue velvet box.

“I had this elaborate speech planned, Y/N, I really did. I was going to talk about the stars, about the first conversation we had when I told you about the origins of yogurt, about how stupid we were for not realizing our love for each other earlier, but I realized that none of that matters right now. All I know is that this feels right, you make everything feel right. Will you marry me?” Spencer asked, his face incapable of hiding even a sliver of the adoration he felt for her.

“Yes, I’ll marry you in every lifetime and every universe.” She said, tears falling freely from her eyes. He sprang to his feet and wrapped her up in a long awaited embrace. He felt her body shake with wet laughter against his. He placed the ring on her finger and quickly kissed her passionately. Their giddy giggles flew through and around them.

Spencer knew she didn’t want a long engagement. Her previous engagement was hard enough of the both of them. Their jobs were just so demanding, it was hard to set a date and keep from pushing it back. Their wedding planner was beyond frustrated with them, but what can they do? They’re literally out there saving lives. And before they knew it, two years had passed them by and they were due to be married in two months.

But, alas, Spencer Reid seemed to have a knack for getting shot by unsubs right before weddings. While they were investigating a difficult case in Texas, Spencer was shot in the neck. Y/N was at the police station when she’d heard. She wasn’t sure who took her to the hospital to see him, everything was a blur since she got the call. She was plagued by the fear of losing him.

She’d overheard Alex Blake and JJ discuss how he’d always wanted children when she arrived at the hospital. In the back of her mind, she screamed that she’d give him all the kids he wanted, if the universe just let them breathe.

All too quickly, she was a sobbing mess in JJ’s arms. He’d gotten hurt before, he’d been in danger before, but she’d never been as close to it as she was then, it terrified her. Garcia had arrived and guided her to Spencer’s room. In another flash of events, there was a loud bang and Y/N had barely registered that a gun was shot inside the room.

The ringing of her ears subsided just enough to hear Spencer tell Garcia, “You saved my life, do you hear me?”

That was the second time his life was endangered in the span of two hours. Y/N looked her fiancé square in the face.

“I don’t want to wait anymore. As soon as you’re up and well, we’re getting married.”

Exactly one week later, they’d rushed through whatever they could rush through. Thankfully her dress was ready and altered, the cake was made to order, but sadly, they’d given up their gorgeous, gorgeous venue. Rossi was more than happy to offer up his backyard and the couple found it more than fitting to commemorate their love in the very location where Spencer had first confessed his feelings to her and where she’d returned them later.

Life truly came full circle as Spencer stood in the same exact spot where he’d confessed his undying love for her the very first time. Spencer did everything he could to keep from sobbing like a child as he saw the owner of his heart stand before him, just like she did that day, but this time adorning her white dress.

Being the romantic sap that he was, he recounted almost every milestone in perfect detail during his vows. Through the unrelenting tears, of course. Y/N’s words came out wobbly and wet, but she managed to get her vows out. There really was not a single dry eye in the small, intimate crowd. The entire team had watched them fall in love oh-so-gracelessly over the years.

Their ceremony was beautiful. It was different than JJ’s had been, it was more special to the two of them. Spencer was in nothing short of awe as he watched his wife sway with Henry wrapped up in her embrace on the dance floor. Henry’s little arms and legs were wound tightly around her, the bottoms of his shoes surely smearing dirt all over the back of her dress, but she didn’t care. Not when Spencer was looking at her like that. His throat clogged itself up as she caught his eye and smiled sweetly. The same thing was on both their minds, it was like an unspoken agreement had been made through some kind of special, invisible bond between them.

He couldn’t wait to have a family with that woman.

And they’d wasted absolutely no time. Three months after the wedding, Y/N announced that she was carrying a baby Reid. Tears and cheers erupted for them all. They had found the perfect little house with the help of Morgan. It was perfect for their growing family.

Pregnancy wasn’t easy on Y/N at all. Flying all around the country and helping catch serial killers was not an activity that pregnant Y/N wanted to engage in. The team had been more than forgiving as they dealt with her mood swings and crazy cravings. It also turns out that soon-to-be mama Y/N was especially helpful in chewing out unsubs in the interrogation room, but as useful as she proved to be, she couldn’t wait to pop the little peanut out.

Spencer and the team were rushing off the jet to the hospital as they’d heard Y/N had gone into labor. Spencer had only missed the very beginning and was by her side the entire time after that.

They welcomed baby Emelia Reid into this world on a chilly September night. Spencer was over the moon, he was borderline obsessed with looking at the baby and keeping a hand on her at all times whenever she was in the room with them.

He waited for his mother to fly out a few days later just to meet baby Emelia. He wept as he watched his mother kiss the top of his baby girl’s head. No other feeling could ever compete with the one he experienced at that moment in time.

Emelia had grown into such a radiant little girl. She was a miniature hurricane of chocolatey brown curls and rosy red cheeks. She’d already blown her parents away as her intelligence only seemed to increase with time. The similarities she had to her father were astonishing. She was a daddy’s girl through and through, but Y/N didn’t seem to mind sharing him. Not when the sight of them together instantly melted her heart every single time.

Diana tried to be as active in the baby’s life as she could possibly be, however her condition began to worsen over time. Eventually, Diana had had to move in with Y/N, Spencer, and Emelia. Thankfully, their house was large enough, but taking care of a toddler and Diana while being 6 months pregnant was inarguably too much to handle for Y/N. She’d found out that she was pregnant again, and they were expecting another baby girl. Y/N had also taken time off from work to focus on the dilemmas at home.

The at-home nurse was doing the best she could since Spencer was always either at work or off finding Diana some kind of new treatment. He’d told Y/N that he’d been going to Mexico to get her some special medication and so she didn’t mind as long as she’d been kept in the loop of where and how he was. Spencer Reid never kept anything from his wife. They were always transparent with each other. Y/N was glad that he’d told her about his trips down to Mexico, or else she’d be out of her mind looking for him.

But suddenly, during one trip, he’d stopped answering her calls. Complete silence on his end. It had driven her absolutely mad. It was only until JJ visited her the next morning informing her that Spencer had been arrested in Mexico for the illegal possession of drugs and possibly murder. If JJ hadn’t been around to catch Y/N before passing out, she or the baby would have been in extreme danger.

But Spencer Reid never kept anything from his wife. She’d been adamant that she would have known if he was struggling with drugs again. The last time she’d seen Spencer was during the trial. He’d looked so terrified as they pronounced him guilty and shoved him away from her. From his family. He’d spared Y/N one last broken glance, his gaze drifting down to her swollen belly. Their second child was on the way and he won’t be there to meet them. He mouthed a heartfelt apology before they took him away. Y/N wept and wept until everyone but the team left the courtroom.

“How am I gonna do this, Pen? How am I gonna do this without him?” She spoke between breathy sobs. The baby, Emelia, Diana. She couldn’t do it on her own. It would break her.

“You won’t be alone, Y/N. We’re all going to help you.” Penelope reassured her, but the only thing that was capable of reassuring her was currently in handcuffs behind closed doors.

She’d had to keep Spencer’s whereabouts from Diana and Emelia. She’d told him that he was consulting a case somewhere in California, where he also had access to the beach. Up until that lie wasn’t viable enough. Emelia’s questions about her daddy absolutely tore through what remained of her heart.

Diana’s caretaker had apparently quit and a new one came by. Y/N thought something was off, but she pushed that thought aside as she worried over her husband and the baby that they were due to meet any day now. Two months had passed and Spencer was still incarcerated, he hadn’t allowed Y/N or Emelia anywhere near the prison, but she’d broken down at the possibility of him being locked away for 25 years.

She’d visited him once, right after the birth of their second baby. They’d had another beautiful baby girl, whose name had been decided long ago by the two parents. Baby Adaline. The delivery was immensely difficult without him, but she pushed through. Y/N had almost begged Emily to pull any, any strings she could to get them to meet since Spencer said he’d only agree to see them if he could ensure their privacy and safety. They’d managed to get them in with Spencer’s lawyer, Fiona. Y/N cooed to Adaline as she cradled her in her arms, wrapped in her little blanket. The cooing served as a distraction as she waited anxiously for Spencer to meet them in the small little room.

Suddenly the doors emitted a loud buzzing noise, prompting a loud cry from Adaline. A sound that was strange to echo off the walls of this place. Y/N shushed her gently until she caught sight of her husband walking through the door. Tears gathered in her eyes as she took in his disheveled state. His eyes found hers and quickly flitted to the squirming bundle of joy in her arms. Spencer’s lip wobbled as he entered the room. Y/N shifted Adaline to rest upon her shoulder as she wrapped one arm tightly around Spencer. No touching was allowed, but the guards pretended to look the other way, courtesy of whatever strings Emily had pulled.

The three of them bawled against each other in an unceremonious reunion. Spencer at last pulled away from his wife and stared at the baby in the bundle. He hesitated to carry her. His hands were clean, but they still felt so dirty. How could his hands hold this beautiful gift of life while they’d been committing such heinous acts within these very walls? But one utterance from his wife made that all vanish.

“It’s okay, Spence.” She smiled slightly, angling Adaline towards him.

He gazed at Y/N closely, as if checking to see if she was sure. Y/N carefully handed her over to him and he instantly turned into less of a shell of himself and had begun to resemble the man that Y/N could recognize. He cooed to her softly, kissing her face repeatedly. Adaline instantly quieted down at her father’s touch.

The small interaction had fueled the pair for weeks. Spencer found a source of hope and was determined to see through to the other side. He would not rot away in his cell forever. The team continued to try and crack the case from the outside. Y/N was instructed to be more careful than ever. She often brought Emelie and Adaline to work with her. She had not been flying out with the team, preferring to stay close to her girls until Spencer was back.

On one of the days Y/N brought her girls to work, she’d found out that Diana had been missing. Her caretaker was accompanying her to visit Spencer in prison and then neither of them had been seen afterwards. They quickly identified the caretaker as Lindsey Vaughn. If Y/N had been on the case with them ten years ago, she would have identified her, but she was just another face to her. Y/N was livid, Vaughn had been around her children, she’d been inside her home. If Spencer didn’t get to catch the bitch, they better believe Y/N will.

Spencer was released quickly after the BAU proved his innocence. He was on his way to the office now. Y/N had been peering into Adaline’s carriage when she’d heard the high pitched voice of Emelia.

“Daddy!” Emelia exclaimed, racing across the bullpen to jump into her father’s arms.

“Hi baby. Daddy missed you so much.” Spencer said, hiding his tears in his daughter's hair. He held her tightly to his chest as he crossed the bullpen and made it to Y/N’s office. He put Emelia down gently and scooped his wife into his arms.

“You’re back.” She said softly through tears.

He hooked his chin over her shoulder and sniffled strongly. He might not be the same man he was before, but he still loved her unconditionally. He still loved all three of them unconditionally.

“I’m here.” He repeated the phrase out loud like a mantra.

And he was here, but he also wasn’t. His wife could tell that the man who stood before her had endured hell, but when he cradled their baby girl so tightly to his chest, it was hard to imagine him as anything other than a loving, gentle father, and a compassionate partner. She knew she’d hold onto that thought forever. Once they retrieved Diana, they knew they could face anything.

As long as they were together.

And they knew they would be, for as long as the universe would allow in this life, and then the one after that.

~THE END~

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blushingreid · 4 years ago

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Two Celebrations

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

A/N: a request from @itsmyblogandillreblogifiwantto ! I hope I did it justice :) Enjoy & pls slide me some feedback <3

“Doctor Y/n Y/l/n.”

“WHOOOOOOOOOO! That’s my favorite team member!” Penelope cheered, her heels loudly clicking against the ground as she jumped up and down.

“Babygirl, I thought I was your favorite,” Morgan said, faking a pout. Quickly recovering to yell,“That’s my girl! Out here securing a doctorate AND kicking ass for the FBI!”

“Rossi! Your side of the banner is slipping,” JJ called out across the aisle, she and Emily were attempting to hold up their ends of the congratulations banner.

“Who paid for this giant banner?” Hotch’s stern voice chimed in, as he helped Rossi straighten the banner.

Pretending to not hear Hotch, to avoid telling him where the money came from for the banner, all of them quickly continued to yelling praise for y/n.

Walking up the steps to the stage, y/n felt on top of the world. She’d finally gotten her hard earned PhD in psychology. All the nights used to stay up studying and researching were finally worth it. Though her parents had passed away long before they could see her achieve her dreams, y/n was greatful she got to spend this moment with the people she loved. Her team. Her family.

Y/n couldn’t stop the tiny bit of embarrassment bubbling in her as she heard the team’s familiar voices yelling her name. As she made her away across the stage, she turned her head towards all the commotion in the crowd. Y/n couldn’t stifle the giggle that escaped when she saw what all of them were wearing. Each of them clad in a simple white T-shirt with a picture of her face smack in the middle. It was Penelope’s idea of course. As she scanned the row of her cheering colleagues, her eyes finally landed on the one person who’d been there supporting her since the beginning. Spencer Reid. There he was standing with the biggest grin on his face as he continued to clap and cheer on his girlfriend.

Spencer’s whole face lit up immediately after he locked eyes with y/n on the stage. He felt his face redden when she blew him a kiss. A light chuckle escaped him before he shyly blew her a kiss back.

Once y/n finished her walk across the stage to obtain her diploma, she heard the dean pause before announcing the next name.

“Please keep all cheers to a minimum so we may get through the rest of the students,” the dean said, mainly eyeing the team.

“Who shit in her cereal this morning?” Emily groaned, earning Rossi’s “don’t start anything” look.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: * ✧

“Hell yeah! Now we got TWO doctors on the team.” Morgan started up the celebration, raising his beer bottle in the air.

Rossi had kindly opened up his home for y/n’s celebratory dinner party. The team and their families had joined in on the event. Even Spencer’s mom, Diana, had flown down from Las Vegas to celebrate her graduation. Y/n had been in a relationship with Spencer for so long that she had lost track. There’d been many occasions that she and Spencer had traveled to visit Diana. They had gotten so close that Diana already considered y/n as her own daughter.

They’d just wrapped up dinner and all the party goers were spread around in the backyard enjoying the cool night filled with laughter, music, and drinks. Y/n had emerged from the bathroom when she noticed Spencer had been waiting for her in the kitchen.

“Were you looking for me?” Y/n asked, standing in front of Spencer as he leaned on the kitchen counter.

“Of course. I missed you,” Spencer softly said, leaning down to place a quick kiss to her lips.

Y/n attempted to deepen the kiss, but was disappointed when Spencer pulled away. Ignoring her pouting, he intertwined their fingers and led her back out to the backyard.

“Wouldn’t want you missing your own party,” Spencer explained before suddenly falling onto his knees to the ground.

Panic quickly rose to y/n’s face as she began to lean down to check on Spencer. “Spencer! Oh my god, what’re you doing on the ground? Is your knee okay? Please tell me you didn’t hurt it again. Did you? You better not be joking with me. You’re getting dirt all over your nice pan-.”

Suddenly, y/n halted, her mouth hanging open. Spencer had pulled out a black box. Not just any black box, a ring box. Y/n was utterly speechless, her mind racing with a million thoughts. She’d dreamt of this moment for as long as she could remember. She couldn’t believe it was actually happening. Spencer hadn’t even finished saying her name before she’d already nodded her head and threw herself at him.

“Damn mama, at least let pretty boy get some of his speech out before you attack him,” Morgan teased. After hearing y/n’s shrieks of worry, everyone’s attention was on both y/n and Spencer. Everyone knew how in love these two were, it was only a matter of time before they’d be married. They even had a pool going around for when Spencer was going to pop the question. Looks like Hotch is going to win the bet.

Y/n quickly detached herself from Spencer. Taking a couple of deep breathes, before nodding to him to continue.

Spencer nervously chuckled, aware that the spotlight was now on him. He’d written, rewritten, and rehearsed so many times for this moment. He wanted it to be perfect, but for once in his life, he couldn’t remember what he’d wrote. He was going to have to wing it.

“Uh um so y/n. I remember the first time we met vividly. The way your hair flew behind you as you ran through the hallways of the FBI your first day. H-How the rest of the day all I could smell were peaches, like your shampoo, green tea, what you were drinking that day, and that new shoe smell, from the shoes you’d newly worn to your first day. Those shoes were the reason we had a um, you could say, quite eventful first encounter. A-anyways um that was ten years ago that my life was forever changed. That was the day I couldn’t imagine having anyone else in my life. You’re the reason I’m able to wake up and do what I do every day. You’re the one who knows more about me than I could ever learn. You’re the reason I believe that love isn’t just a mixture of chemicals that your brain releases. You’re the reason that I’ve concluded that soul mates exist. You are my soul mate. I can not imagine a world without you, and I hope I never have to. So, y/n y/m/n y/l/n, will you do me the absolute honour and marry me?”

Y/n slowly nodded her head, the tears she’d been trying so hard to contain, spilling down her cheeks. Awes and cheers erupted in the room as Spencer slid the engagement ring onto her finger. They felt like the only two people in the room, gazing into each other’s eyes. Standing up and embracing her, Spencer reached down to wipe away y/n’s tears. To his shock, he felt her small hand reach up to his face to wipe away the single tear that had escaped his eye, during his proposal.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Everyone chanted, the room filled with laughter and delighted tears.

“To the future Mrs. y/n Reid,” Spencer whispered, his lips excruciatingly close to y/n’s

Before closing the tiny gap between their lips, y/n managed to whisper one last thing.

“To us, the future Doctor Reids”

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capsicletho · 4 years ago

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Sledding Away

a reader x tony stark and morgan stark one shot by @beaubatns

gif credit: @marvelgifs

trigger warning: Get ready for a whole bunch of fluff!

word count: 1.3k

summary: It’s snowing at the cabin and Tony and Morgan loved spending time in the snow, but when dad has to help mom prepare for dinner, Morgan has other mischievous ideas.

author’s note: This my first time rewatching Endgame after I first watched it in theatres and I choose to focus on Tony’s happy domestic life instead of the sad ending. I don’t know if this has been done before, but here’s my take on this little headcanon!

“Alright, Little Miss, Daddy’s gotta go help Mommy make dinner,” Tony groaned, his own weight straining him as he pushed himself off the ground. “Are you gonna be okay here for a while?”

“Yeah,” Morgan grinned, comfortably sitting on the little bean bag chair Tony had fit inside the igloo they built while watching an episode of Doc McStuffins that was projected on the wall.

“Okay. Don’t go anywhere, okay?” Tony reminded her before hunching out of the cramped igloo.

From the kitchen, you could see Tony crawl out of the igloo he had made with Morgan. Well, Tony did all of the work with the help of Dum-E and U; Morgan mostly just sat on her little chair for moral support with some snickerdoodles and the hot cocoa that Tony had poured into a small thermos cup lid. Then again, Dum-E mostly knocks holes into the walls while U records the whole thing, so really it’s just Tony.

You smiled as he spotted you staring out into the playground from the kitchen. Tony glanced back one more time into the igloo to make sure Morgan is safe before heading into the house.

“She’s having fun,” he chuckled, immediately washing his hands and then checking the oven where a pie crust was blind baking.

“Is she gonna be okay there alone?” You asked, placing sliced Granny Smith apples into a bowl to start the pie filling.

“Yeah, Dum-E’s feeding her snickerdoodles as we speak,” Tony eased your worries by placing his phone on the countertop which displayed your daughter lounging on her tiny bean bag chair with blankets and dolls watching her favourite show and drinking some cocoa while Dum-E held a small plate of snickerdoodles right next to her.

You smiled, your worries assuaged because of course Tony knew to put his surveillance cameras as baby monitors inside the igloo before leaving his daughter alone there to help you out in the kitchen.

“Where do you want me?” He asked.

“Get started on the pasta for me,” you said. Tony was not exactly the best cook, but the chances of burning pasta is minimal and all he has to do was get them out of the box and wait for 8 minutes, so you knew it was a task you could trust him with.

“Alright,” Tony obeyed and began to work. Once a while, he glanced at the monitor displaying Morgan and then out the window at the igloo.

You continued with the apple pie filling, combining all the ingredients in a pot. “Oh, I walked by the tower the other day,” you told him. Although you were living the quiet life now, you still come to work every now and again just to make sure things are in order and you happened to walk past the Stark Tower. “People were coming out dressed as Elvis Presley, I think they’re having a contest or something,” you laughed.

“What?” Tony looked at you, incredulous.

“Maybe there’s a lookalike contest or something,” you giggled.

“Jesus Christ,” Tony shook his head. “That tower used to be where a puny deity from outer space gets his face bashed in, but sure, Elvis Presley is a legend,” he remarked sarcastically.

You and Tony very invested in the Elvis Presley lookalike contest and laughters that the two of you missed the scurry of little snow-boots-clad feet leaving the igloo and making its way into the garage. You turned around as the oven dinged, signalling that your pie crust was done and took them out, placing them on the counter when you noticed the flash of a familiar red and blue against the white snow.

You looked up to see Captain America’s vibranium shield floating on tiny little legs. The scene did not register to you until Morgan set the shield down on the snowy ground, star spangled-side down.

“Oh my God, Tony. Babe!” your right arm flailed around to catch Tony’s attention from across the room and pointed out the window. Abandoning the strained pasta on the countertop, Tony looked out the window with you to see Morgan sitting on the concave of the shield and pushed herself down the little hill of your cabin.

You yelled her name and Tony cursed, immediately running to the door and ignoring the fact that neither of you were wearing anything thick enough to keep you warm against the freezing weather. It was too late, however, because the little Stark spawn was already zooming past you and Tony with her gleeful giggles echoing across the property. U was right across from the two of you, recording everything as the two of you ran after Morgan. It would have been comical if it was not for the fact that you are getting a heart attack over your daughter’s antics.

“Tony, do something!” You pleaded in panic, but he was already one step ahead of you. Red and gold flashed right next to you, enveloping Tony’s form and he flew off in high speed to catch Morgan before she could make it to the barriers of the property.

You slowed down and stopped running as soon as Tony caught up to Morgan, floating right in front of her and putting his hands on the rim of the shield to overcome the inertia as smoothly as he could.

“Where do you think you’re going? Didn’t I tell you to wait in the igloo?” Tony reprimanded her with the gentlest warning tone a parent would ever use. It is part of the reason why Morgan was as mischievous as he was, because not only did she inherit the trait from him, but she also knew that her Daddy did not have the heart to be stern with her.

“Hehehe, hi, Daddy,” Morgan giggled as Tony lifted the shield off the ground, carrying her back towards you in it.

Tony landed in front of you as you put two hands on your hips. God, you were turning into your mother; you always hated when she did that because you knew what was coming, and Morgan did too. She put on the best puppy eyes and little pout that she could muster to get into your good graces.

“Morgan H. Stark, what did you think you were doing?” You lifted her off the shield and onto your hips.

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” she hid her face in the crook of your neck. Tony’s suit disappeared to reveal a smirking and proud father as he brushed the snow off the shield. You shot a look at him, not wanting his proud smile to encourage the behaviour.

“Do not do that again, okay? Not when there’s no one to watch you, because you might have been hurt,” you told her, brushing her hair back in order to look her in the eye.

“Does that mean I can do it again now?” Morgan reasoned now that the two of you are there to supervise her.

It took all your strength not to laugh. “No, because dinner is almost ready,” you said and Morgan pouted, leaning her head on your chest to look away from you. No matter how hard it was, you had to let her know that what she did was not okay and letting her do it again would only encourage her more.

You turned around and trudged back into the house, Tony right next to you, gently poking on the girl’s waist to catch her attention. Morgan’s head did not move, but her eyes were trained at him.

“Tomorrow,” Tony mouthed quietly and Morgan’s face lit up with a smile. You looked at the two of them and shot them a warning look, but your lips could not hide the smile you have been holding any longer. Tony pressed his index finger to his lips and Morgan stifled a giggle as the two of you entered the house.

#tony stark fanfic #tony stark x reader #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark imagine #tony stark imagines #iron man x reader #iron man fanfic #tony stark #morgan stark x reader #morgan stark

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unitchiefs-blackbirdphoenix · 4 years ago

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Truth and Awakenings Ch. 6

Summary: A Jemily rewrite of certain scenes in 14x15-15x03, with a few additional scenes :)

Chapter summary: JJ works out after a few weeks and Momily-ish stuff.

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I’m back and I have the next chapter up, which is broken into 2 parts so this is a part one :) (tw gun mention)

@jemilyisms @binariesarebullshit @bridget19

A week after JJ was discharged from the hospital, Will and Emily had decided to take turns looking after the blonde. Did JJ object and say she was fine once she got out? Yes. In fact, Emily and Will had to convince her to stay back home. It was, however, a bit of an awkward talk between Will and Emily at first, at least, to the older woman it was. Well, it’s not every day that you talk to your lover’s ex and have things not be awkward, she thought. Will had to assure an anxious Emily that he supports the two women, and was only waiting for them to actually get together.

Whenever Emily was at work, Will tended JJ’s wound and looked after her. Emily had not spent a lot of time with her due to conflicting work schedules. She nearly felt bad for not helping JJ with her wound as much, but she promised the younger agent late-night phone calls while away on cases and cuddles when she gets home.

A few weeks of recovery passed and JJ’s wound began to heal within that time frame. She wanted to get her mind off of the events that had occurred a few weeks prior, so she decided to exercise as a stress reliever.

To start out her day, she had gone out for a jog in the woods. JJ’s ponytail bounced as she jogged, coming to a complete stop. She landed her hands on her hips and took a few breaths before continuing her steps.

After her 40-minute workout, JJ headed back home and, without looking, she accidentally bumped into Emily on the sidewalk, tripping slightly. “Whoa, JJ! Are you ok?!” Luckily, the older woman swiftly caught her by the arm and raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Emily helped her back up and her hands lingered her arm for a little longer. Even though she was the one to catch the blonde, she couldn’t help but feel how strong JJ is. Emily lightly squeezed her upper arm and her mind was blown. “Wow,” she mouthed with widened eyes, totally focused on JJ’s small but hard muscles beneath her shirt, feeling them tense under her touch. Although FBI training was required, Emily bets that JJ loves to spend time at the gym when she’s not working, currently seeing the results of that.

JJ’s little chuckle broke her out of her reverie. “Having fun there?”

Emily felt herself blushing from JJ’s smug stare and slowly removed her hand from her arm. “No, I don’t mind. Come on,” JJ smirked, pushing her arm towards her and flexing it again.

Emily rolled her eyes. “I didn’t know I was going out with Derek Morgan.”

JJ laughed and pointed towards her house. “You coming inside or…?”

“Oh,” the unit chief remembered. “I, uh, wanted to see how you’re doing. Maybe have some time with you before I go? I brought donuts,” she lifted a pink box in her other hand.

JJ laughed, knowing how much Emily loves donuts. “Sure.” She opened the door and held it for Emily, seeing Will and the boys walking up the front porch also. He gave each woman a hug and put Michael down from his arms.

“I’m here to drop the boys off,” he said to JJ. He and JJ decided to share custody over their sons after their divorce, so they traded off weekends or whenever else they were free to look after them.

JJ flashed a smile at him. “Alright. Thanks again, Will.”

Will nodded and patted Emily’s shoulder on the way out, leaning to whisper, “Take good care of her.”

The woman smiled, “Ok. You sure you don’t want a donut on your way back?” She held the pink box in front of him.

Will chuckled, “Sure.” Emily brought one glazed donut out and he thanked her before leaving. Things between her and Will had become less awkward and more comfortable over the past few weeks, and the two started talking a lot more often, even having discussions that didn’t always involve JJ.

Once the women and kids got inside, they all walked into the kitchen. “Aunt Emily, you have donuts?! Please say yes, please say yes,” Henry asked, crossing his fingers.

“Yep,” Emily smiled. “And don’t worry, I got your favorites since your dad told me he was coming to drop you guys off.” Emily placed the box on the dining table, seeing their faces light up.

JJ’s sons had no knowledge of her and Emily’s romantic relationship. All they knew was that Emily was one of their mom’s best friends, and the two women planned to keep it that way until they were ready to tell them, which was why the boys referred to her as ‘Aunt Emily’. Not even Will spilled about their relationship to the boys as to respect the women’s boundaries.

“Yes!” Henry pumped a fist in the air, immediately running up to the grey-haired woman to hug her.

“Thank you, Aunt Emimy!” Michael clapped his hands excitedly, hugging her as well. He was still learning how to say Emily’s name correctly, but she let it slide because of how adorable the boys were. They are JJ’s kids, after all.

The woman smiled and ruffled both their heads full of blonde hair, “You’re welcome.” She was surprised the kids liked her, seeing as she always doubted herself with being surrounded by them.

JJ pulled Emily aside and whispered, “I’m gonna take a quick shower, and I’ll meet you right after.”

“Ok.”

JJ went to her bathroom and closed the door. She stripped down and stepped inside the bathtub before turning the shower faucet on and began rinsing herself.

As she scrubbed down her body, her fingers met with the electrical burn from her 2014 abduction and gunshot wound both on the left side of her stomach. Fingers tensed and curled as she shut her eyes at the memories of those two times she was tortured and shot. She shook her head and wiped away the haunting thoughts as she carefully washed around the scars.

After her shower, JJ dressed in her black leggings and white tank before drying her damp hair with her towel. The blonde went downstairs and stopped once she saw the back of Emily’s head and her sons’ concentrated faces. There was chattering among the other woman and her sons around the dining table. Apparently, they were playing a card game.

“No way, that’s cheating!” Emily accused, her mouth open in fake shock. She crossed her arms and pouted.

“No, it’s not,” Henry grinned and took a card from Emily’s hand. “That’s how go fish works, Aunt Emily.”

Emily rolled her shoulders back to fix her posture, still frowning. “I swear to god, you’re like your mother, sometimes,” she said under her breath.

That was JJ’s cue and she slowly made her presence known with an amused smile. “Means I taught him well, then, huh?”

“Mommy!” Michael shouted, dropping his cards on the table and beamed.

Emily looked up and froze, turning to face the blonde, “Hey.” She held her hands up as if she was caught committing a crime, and stood up from her chair. “I can explain. They roped me into this.”

JJ shook her head and lightly laughed. “They are irresistible boys.”

“Yeah. Wonder where they get that from. Plus, I think Henry is starting to take after you,” Emily muttered.

“Oh really? How so?” JJ innocently batted her eyelashes, making Emily stick her tongue out in return.

Henry tapped Emily’s elbow to get her attention, which worked since she looked down at him. “Are you gonna come tonight?”

Emily opened her mouth to answer but looked at JJ, who shrugged at her. “If you want. You’re not too busy today, are you?”

“I hope not,” Emily shook her head. “I’ll get work done and I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

The kids cheered and the older woman checked her watch. “Speaking of which, I gotta go. I’ll see you later?”

JJ nodded and patted her arm. “Ok. I’ll walk you out. Be right back, you two,” she said to her sons. Once they reached the front door, JJ looked over her shoulder and saw her sons playing with each other. She turned back and smiled at Emily, giving her a short kiss.

Emily matched her smile and moved her head to kiss her cheek. “See you tonight.”

“Ok,” JJ said and opened the door for her, watching her leave. Little did she know, Henry had witnessed his mother kissing her friend when he went to grab something on the kitchen counter.

JJ walked back and had the biggest grin on her face, which quickly faded once she saw her eldest son. She blinked and awkwardly pointed at the door, “You didn’t see any of that, did you, Henry?”

A slow smile came to Henry’s face and he pointed at his mom with both index fingers. “Mom and Aunt Emily, sitting in a tree…” he said in a sing-song voice.

JJ was about to stammer out a response, but felt her cheeks burning. Emily was right. Her son was starting to take after his own mother.

“That’s enough of that,” she laughed and ruffled his hair.

Henry pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and tilted his head to the side. “Since when did you start liking Aunt Emily?”

“Ok, buddy. We’re going soon. Come on, get ready,” she clapped her hands and lightly pushed him away, avoiding the question before getting ready for her day with her sons.

Later that evening, Emily came over for dinner like she promised. She and JJ sat next to each other, squeezing each other’s hands under the table and discreetly brushing each other’s fingers every chance they got. Soon, everyone went to sleep, and JJ had convinced Emily to stay the night, after a few kisses, of course.

So there they were, under the covers, tangled in each other’s arms. More accurately, Emily was spooning JJ from behind. Sometime at midnight, she felt the blonde’s body stiffened in her grip and heard quiet whimpering. Emily lifted her head to see JJ’s head pressed further into her pillow and her eyes shut tight.

“JJ…” Emily moved to wake her up. “JJ. JJ.”

JJ finally opened her eyes and her hand instinctively flew to her stomach. She slowly sat up and did a quick scan of the darkened room.

“It’s ok, JJ. It’s just me,” Emily calmly said, stroking her hair. “It’s just me.”

“Emily,” the younger woman finally let out, tears coming to her eyes.

“Shh… it’s ok,” Emily said, pulling her into an embrace. JJ gripped onto the back of her shirt, slowing her breathing back to normal. Emily thought that she would want to talk about it in the morning, so she held her until JJ fell back asleep.

The next morning, Emily slowly arose from her slumber and stretched her body, rubbing her eyes with a hand. Her other hand reached for the right side of the bed, finding it to be a cold, empty spot instead. She made a small confused noise, opened both eyes and saw that JJ wasn’t there.

She must be in the kitchen or picking up the kids. She got out of bed and rubbed her upper arms once she felt the cold hit her. Emily made her way to the kitchen, only to find no one there. Her body suddenly startled before she made a quick search around the house. No text was sent or note left anywhere and that made Emily worry that JJ might’ve been taken while she was asleep.

The gray-haired woman let out a frustrated sigh and dialed Penelope’s phone number, asking her to track JJ’s phone.

“Are you sure, Emily?” Penelope said into the phone.

Emily knew tracking JJ’s phone was wrong. The blonde agent valued her privacy and she respected that, but all the worst case scenarios ran through her mind. “I’m sure, Garcia. I came by to check on her and she just… disappeared,” she lied about the last part, knowing she couldn’t tell her the nature of their relationship.

“If you say so.” Typing was heard in the background. “Ok, here we go. She’s at the gym she and Derek go to.”

The gym? What the- She closed her eyes and answered. “Ok, thanks for your help, Penelope.”

“Anytime, captain.” She hung up the phone and dropped it onto the coffee table in the living room, head in her hands. Why the hell was she at the gym? JJ wasn’t supposed to do any sort of heavy weightlifting activity at the moment. Emily stayed in the living room with her thoughts as to how she was going to talk to JJ about all this.

Meanwhile, JJ was at the gym. She hadn’t told Emily she was leaving for the gym, but now she felt guilty for not saying anything. Emily doesn’t know JJ exercises as a distraction or a way to cope with her problems. It would’ve been considered almost excessive, if she knew. This was her third workout day in a row this week. If Emily found out, she would freak.

JJ had finished taking hits to a punching bag and was currently at the lat pulldown machine. She pulled the handles of the piece of equipment behind her head, grunting as she mentally counted to 20.

12. 13. 14.

Her mind started going back to her lying on the ground, coughing out blood and hearing tires screech away. She closed her eyes and adjusted her grip on the handles, attempting to file that memory into the back of her brain. As she pulled down again, she saw a flash of white and heard a gunshot.

JJ’s eyes snapped open and she quickly let go of the handles, hearing the weight blocks clash when she did. Her eyes shifted from left to right, and her chest quickly rose and fell. She cursed to herself and took ahold of the handles again, pulling them down to finish her 20 count.

She stood up from the machinery after, and used the back of her hand to wipe the sweat that had formed on her upper lip. JJ slightly parted her lips to take a few deep breaths and placed both hands on her hips. She glanced down at her stitched wound and the electrical burn, fingers lightly brushing them before she stilled her movements.

Both Emily and Will had seen JJ’s wounds, but she had a much harder time with Emily. She didn’t know what Emily had really thought when she saw them. Every time they cuddled together, she had to bite down her tongue to stop from wincing at the pain she felt from her injuries. The blonde hated feeling insecure about herself. It always made her feel so small, almost like a coward. She didn’t want Emily to hate her because of her disgusting wounds. They had already gotten together, she didn’t want to drive her away this early on.

JJ sighed and grabbed her towel, wiping her face and the back of her neck. She walked towards the locker room as her phone buzzed inside her duffel bag. She dug it out and saw the name on her screen. Emily.

JJ contemplated answering or ignoring it before choosing the latter, shoving her phone back in her bag. She went inside the showers and scrubbed away any sort of negative thought she had.

Eventually, she drove home and saw Emily’s car still parked in her driveway. JJ sighed and turned off her engine, stepping out of the car. She made her way inside the house and found Emily in the kitchen with her arms crossed.

“I left you a phone call, JJ. Several, as a matter of fact,” Emily tensed her shoulders and clenched her jaw.

“I was at the gym, alright?” JJ rolled her eyes and tossed her keys into a bowl, doing the same with her bag onto the counter.

“I know. Garcia told me.”

JJ’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. “You had her track down my phone?”

“I was worried about you, JJ! You didn’t even leave a note or anything!” Emily let her hands fall to her sides and raised her voice. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going?”

JJ ran a hand down her face. “I didn’t think you would freak out this much. I’m fine.”

“‘Fine’?! You’re just ‘fine’?” Emily repeated back to her. “You know, that’s the problem with you, JJ.”

The younger woman raised her eyebrows and tilted her head down, offended. “I have a problem?”

“You always say you’re ‘fine’,” she used air quotes for emphasis. “But are you really? Last night, you had a fucking nightmare and then, you act like everything’s fine the next day! You think I’m just gonna ignore that?”

JJ scoffed and muttered under her breath, “Says the queen of compartmentalizing.”

Emily’s heart stung at the harsh dig being thrown back at her, but she wasn’t ready to back down just yet. “This is not about me, JJ. This is about your safety! You could’ve gotten hurt.”

“God, Emily!” JJ threw her hands in the air in frustration. “Why can’t you just get off my back and leave me alone for once?! I am a grown woman. You don’t get to fucking decide what I want and don’t want,” she huffed and quickly walked towards her bedroom before she slammed the door shut.

For once in a very long time, Emily flinched at the sound and sighed to herself. She felt angry, yes, but her worries overshadowed that feeling. All she wanted was for JJ to be a little more careful. It was fine for JJ to do a light physical activity, which she had come across yesterday, just as long as she wasn’t lifting heavy objects. Maybe Emily was assuming things. JJ hadn’t said what she did at the gym exactly and she’s not stupid enough to lift weights while healing. She is stubborn though, that’s for sure.

#jemily #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #criminal minds #jemily fic #tw guns

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leo-gold-hotchner · 4 years ago

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Happy Birthday to You

It’s late, it should’ve been up on 2nd Nov, but I couldn’t. Urg. I wanted to be fluffy, but not sure if I succeeded it.

Just a side talk, if anyone reading this having a hard time because of who they are, always remember there’re people supporting you! That includes me! Don’t let others judge you, you’re a lovely person, remember that.

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner X Male Reader

Words: 2.8k

I Kissed a boy AU!

You felt like a jellyfish. A powerless jellyfish wondering in the ocean waves, wherever your destination is, it depends on the wave. You didn’t even have strength to lift your finger when you returned this morning from your shift.

Halloween night was fun, you could spend your time together with Aaron and Jack two nights ago. And yesterday, they left, and you readied for your night shift and it finished just now.

You weren’t sure if it was because a day after Halloween, but it sure had many 911 calls. You didn’t shower or changed your clothes, you just stared at the high ceiling of your house.

-Hotch-

In distant, you heard your phone ringing. You must have fallen asleep. You just wanted to sleep, not to be bothered, but what if it was from your work? What if it was Aaron?

“Gods,” you groaned and pushed yourself heavily from sofa. What time was it? “Hello?” You answered the call without checking who called you.

“Oh, is this Mr. F/N L/N?” It was a woman’s voice, her voice so vibrant and even you being tired managed to smile. Though, you wondered if this was a scam call. “I’m Penelope Garcia and I work with the FBI.”

FBI. Okay, FBI. Ef… Huh?

“Ef, FBI, you say?” You stuttered out at the mention of FBI. Wasn’t that the bureau that investigates criminal staff? Why were they calling you? Did one of last night patients has something to do with crimes?

“Yep, and I work with Aaron Hotchner!” Not knowing your worry, the woman cheerfully mentioned your boyfriend’s name.

“Aaron? You work with Aaron?” You felt stupid to keep asking her, but you had to be sure. And you were still groggy from sleep.

“Yes, so I thought you could help us with a surprise party to him.”

“Why surprise party?” You stood where you were with a dumbfounded face.

“Why, of course, it’s Hotch’s birthday today!” Your brain just stopped working. “With you and Jack there, I believe Hotch’ll love it! Hello? Are you still there?”

“Yes, yes, I’m here.” Oh shit. You didn’t know it was Aaron’s birthday today. They talked all staff, but it seemed they failed to mention respective birthday. Like you didn’t know his, you bet Aaron didn’t know yours too.

“Where are you having this surprise party, Ms. Garcia?”

“It’s just Penelope to you, Mr. Hotch’s boyfriend! You could come to his apartment now, if you can!”

-Hotch-

You sighed as you looked up at the light brown apartment in front of you. Nothing to worry about, right? Penelope works with Aaron, she must be or she wouldn’t know your number. Now think of it, how did she find out? Anyway, you pressed Aaron’s house number and a woman’s voice asked if you were F/N. It was a different voice from before, it was not Penelope.

“Yes?”

“Come in, just press the floor when you get into the lift!” Guess the women around Aaron were all cheerful.

You drummed your fingers on your side as the lift goes up. You didn’t know anyone who Aaron worked with and you were anxious if you’d give them a bad impression of yourself. Before you could knock on the dark brown door, the door abruptly opened and a muscular man stared at you.

“Hey, you must be F/N!” The man gave you a wide grin showing his white teeth.

“F/N!” Jack’s voice squealed behind the man.

As the man moved to the side, the boy flew into your embrace. It was wonder how a child can like you as if he knew you for a long time. You and Jack only met on Halloween day, which was two days ago. And you were proud that you were friendly enough to make Jack instantly take a liking to you.

“Hey, buddy.”

“Aunt Pen said you gonna help Daddy’s birthday party!” Jack’s big eyes shined with excitement. Good to know Ms. Penelope Garcia wasn’t a scam but a real FBI agent. “This is Uncle Derek,” Jack pointed the muscular man who held his hand to greet you.

“Derek Morgan. Just Derek or Morgan’s fine.” You and he shook hands, and wow, his grip was strong.

“Aunt Pen’s not here, she’s maybe with Aunt Jess?” Jack looked around with a puzzled expression in your arms.

“I believe they are.” Derek led you to another room, passing through the kitchen. “Baby girl, he’s here.”

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” The very familiar voice echoed the house, burying Derek’s chuckling with her voice. “You are here!” The woman, Penelope, looked at you with widened eyes, her arms stretched towards you as if she wasn’t expecting you to turn up.

“Hi,” you gave her a little hesitant smile, but nonetheless a genuine one. “I’m F/N, you called me before?”

“Yes, yes, that was me. I’m Penelope, I work with Hotch. He’s our boss,” she pointed herself and Derek. “And, and, this,” she dragged another woman who smiled at you, “is Jessica, Jack’s beautiful aunt.”

“Hello, how’re you,” Jessica shook your hand, giving you a welcoming smile.

“Surprised, but good.” You shrugged, your brain still processing a bit. You didn’t know Aaron had a sister, perhaps you should ask about it later.

“Others are coming later, for now they’re occupying Hotch so he won’t know anything.” Penelope said as she picked up a box full of birthday party supplies and decorations.

“You know,” you let Jack go as he wanted to decorate the house with them. “He once told me you guys aren’t really professional when it comes to surprising him or pranking him.” You scratched back of your head, smiling at Penelope’s shocked face.

“But he won’t know today,” Derek barked a loud laughter. “That usually happens because Baby girl here give it away.”

“I do keep secretes very well, mister!” Penelope gave her friend a mocking indignant face.

“If you say so,” Jessica smirked as she exited the room with colourful ‘Happy Birthday’ banner.

“How many are coming?” You asked as you helped them unpacking several boxes and decorate the room. You wouldn’t know anyone, but you thought you could be conversational.

“Well,” Penelope folded her fingers, “except us we have, Rossi, Spencer, Emily, JJ and probably Henry and Will.”

“Are they all…?”

“We all work together. Well, Henry’s JJ’s son and Will’s Henry’s dad. But we’ve worked with Will once too, so you could say that.” Penelope laughed wholeheartedly. “He doesn’t talk about his work, is he?”

“No,” you shook your head a little.

You never asked him about his work, and he didn’t utter a word about his work too when he was with you. You just thought he’d be too tired and knowing the nature of Aaron’s work, you never thought about asking it. Jessica returned to the room to look for more decoration, she probably heard their conversation.

“Does he take his work and do it while you’re with him?” Jessica asked, her arms hugging her torso.

Your head unconsciously titled to the side. “No?” Was that important?

Penelope cheerfully talked about taking some box to Derek and left Jessica and you alone. And she didn’t forget to shut the door, and you didn’t know why. You felt uncomfortable, feeling like you’re suddenly interrogated by Aaron’s sister.

“He doesn’t want you to leave him.” Jessica smiled at you, riddling you with her words. She laughed a bit as she saw your puzzled look. “He used to bring his work to home, that made Haley mad sometimes.”

You heard that name before. Aaron told you his wife and he dated since their high school, though unfortunate accident took her away from him and Jack. He never told you the details, and you didn’t ask him. The excruciating pain was palpable on Aaron’s face, so you didn’t want him to remember the painful memory by telling you. You never pushed him for more.

“Because he’s busy, we can’t really have a proper conversation and we’re always with Jack so you know.” Jessica smiled ghostly. “But whenever he talks about you, his eyes lit up in spirit. He returns to the Aaron I used to know before everything.” She gave you a knowing smile. “I know talking these staff can be uncomfortable for you, especially talking about Haley. But like my sister made Aaron happy, you make him happy.” Oh, Jessica was not Aaron’s sister, but sister-in-law. “You’re not substituting Haley, mind you.” She sighed. “I want him to be happy.” Not just a sister-in-law, Jessica was truly Aaron’s sister, wishing his happiness.

“I want him to be happy, too.” Both of you just looked at each other for a moment. “Isn’t it, you know, weird?” She looked at you questioningly. “Aaron suddenly bringing a boyfriend? It’s not normal isn’t it?” You didn’t know you were scrubbing the side of your pants due to anxiety.

“You mean Aaron being bisexual?” She titled her head questioningly. “Oh, yeah, I was surprised when he told me he has a boyfriend, but it’s not weird. You make Aaron happy, that makes Jack happy. And that makes me happy and his friends happy. Everyone’s happy, it’s not weird or strange at all. It’s just natural for you and Aaron love each other.”

You couldn’t help but tears pooling. In fact, you never asked Aaron about his family or friends because you were scared. You just buried questions deep inside so you wouldn’t be attacked by bigotry comments.

Suddenly she pulled you into a big hug. “Don’t worry, you’re a perfect normal man. No one should judge you or Aaron because of your sexual orientation. I’m glad both of you can be honest with me.” Jessica laughed as she patted your shoulder. “Even though we met just today. Now let’s decorate more before Aaron storms in.”

-Hotch-

Hotch rubbed his eyes, the writings on the report just leaving as soon as they come into his brain. He couldn’t concentrate, the Sun was saying its good-bye to another day. He had to concentrate in order to return to his son as soon as possible. Then his phone beeped and he frowned as he picked up the phone.

‘Hey, bro, happy birthday.’

It was Sean. He was surprised his little brother actually texted him on his birthday. Hotch couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as he reread the text. Sean actually never calls him ‘bro’ or ‘brother’ unless it was a rare occasion. And it was a first time in years he called Aaron ‘bro’ even in a text message.

‘M not sorry to not giving any present to a birthday boy.’ Another message from Sean, with a laughing yellow face in the end.

‘You could always call me. But thank you.’ Before sending the text, Aaron wondered if his text was too… well, stiff? He threw his head to the headrest. He could be, no, should be more friendly with his little brother. He quickly deleted his text.

‘Visit me anytime soon and that can be my present, brother.’ Sean didn’t like to be called ‘little’ brother, so no ‘little brother’. It’s not a perfect text, but he tried.

He nearly jumped in a start after sending the text when JJ opened his door. Thank gods his face didn’t show any emotion. “Hotch, you need to go home. Everyone went home already.” JJ shook her head.

“Let me just finish this report.”

“That can wait, but not your birthday,” the blonde agent squinted her eyes disapprovingly. “Have time with Jack, he’s probably waiting for you to say ‘happy birthday dad’.”

The Unit Chief quickly closed his mouth, he couldn’t say anything. “You’re right.” Hotch sighed. “So everyone’s gone, already?”

“Yeah, said they can always finish their paperwork tomorrow,” she rolled her eyes.

“We’ll see to that,” Hotch snorted. Not even Dave will get away from the paperwork tomorrow. “Well, good night, JJ.”

“Night, Hotch.” JJ smiled at him and left the office.

-Hotch-

Aaron stared at the apartment building where his home was. He could see the light through the window, Jack probably waiting for him with Jessica. He looked down at his phone once again, as he did for every one minute since Sean texted him. You didn’t text him or call him. Of course nothing as you had a night shift and you were probably sleeping. And he never told you about his birthday being today. Receiving a ‘happy birthday’ text from Sean made him happy, so it’d make him happier if you texted him or called him to say ‘happy birthday’. But that was his fault, he never mentioned. Why didn’t he do that?

He groaned as he roughly brushed down his face before entering the building. He was tired, but happy to see his son from this long day. It’d be a best day if he could see you along with Jack. Yesterday and the day before were the best days he had for some years. Spending time with Jack and you, waking up next to you, having breakfast with you and Jack.

Unlike the last time from his office, this time he couldn’t control his emotion when everyone yelled ‘surprise’ under the ‘Happy Birthday’ banner in his apartment. His mouth didn’t even close from wonder.

Jack dashed to him, holding a birthday card. “Happy birthday, Daddy!” Aaron held his son and kissed on Jack’s crown.

“Hey, buddy, what’s this?”

“It’s a surprise party, Daddy.” Jack gave him the ‘don’t be silly’ face.

The crowd came to him, each of them chanting ‘happy birthday’ to him, and among them you were there. Just like when he saw his son, his eyes brightened at your presence. You were bashfully smiling at you, standing next to Morgan and Reid.

Everyone started to give him the presents, starting from Jack. Even little Henry gave his Uncle Aaron a little drawing with a bright smile. When it was your turn, you just shrugged and said ‘later’. Though Aaron could see distress in your eyes.

-Hotch-

It was wonder how his small apartment was having this many guests, and one by one they started to fall asleep from drinking too much wine. Both boys were already crawled into Jack’s bed, and the adults were just loosened up at his home. Perhaps they could’ve just planned his surprise part at Dave’s house.

Aaron didn’t even expect his mentor all drunken and sleeping on his study chair. Prentiss shoved herself into the sofa where Reid fainted happily with red face. Morgan protectively hugging Garcia while his back leaned on the sofa, while his head hung on Garcia’s crown. Will just like Morgan, his back on the sofa but letting JJ on his thighs and crouched on his chest. He won’t wake his friends, they will whine about their back and neck being stiff, but never going to wake them up and make them do all the paperworks for hiding this from him.

“I know that look,” Jessica scoffed from behind. “You gonna make them pay for planning this.”

“Am I?” Aaron smirked at his sister-in-law.

“Be lenient on them, it was Jack’s idea.” He blinked in surprise. “Of course, the adults were more enthusiastic than Jack.” She cleaned the kitchen and packed her bag.

“You can use my bed.” Aaron suggested.

“I have to go, I have to work on some staff before going to bed. And you have your boyfriend to care.” She gave him an accusing finger. He looked around, and he couldn’t find you. “I didn’t drink any wine and I brought my car. Don’t worry about me, Aaron.” She held the door open wide, giving him a familial smile. “I’m glad you have friends to support you. Good night Aaron, see you tomorrow.”

“Good night, Jessica.” Aaron gave her a thankful smile.

-Hotch-

When he entered his room to find you, you were on his bed, yawning while swinging your legs slowly.

You held your arms up when you saw him. “You never told me today’s your birthday, so I’m mad.” Aaron chuckled as he looked at your fake angry face. Your eyes starting to lose focus as sleepiness kicking in you rather fast. “Hey, don’t laugh,” you threw one of his pillows to his way, but Aaron skilfully avoided it. “I’m serious. I didn’t have any time to prepare present for you.” You pouted, not realising you were acting like a child.

Aaron quietly sat next to you, his strong arm wrapping your side. “You being here is my present.”

“No,” you replied in slur before giving a big yawn. “I’ll always be here for you, so it can’t be a present.” Aaron’s chest swelled in happiness, his heart running over the hill. But you didn’t notice Aaron’s very very happy smile because you leaned on his broad chest, eyes closed. “I want something special, something that reminds me wherever you’re,” you mumbled as you rubbed your eyes. Aaron couldn’t comprehend anything after that, you were both mumbling and slurring and soon falling asleep in his arm.

“Trust me, F/N. I’ve got the best present ever today.” Aaron whispered to his sleeping boyfriend, pleasant smile plastered on his face.

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