and gina ily

all that laughter crumbling in your fingers

Summary: Amy kind-of sort-of Dies, and everything falls apart.

(Rosa observes.)

So I think maybe by now I can list “inflicting emotional pain on Jacob Peralta” as a marketable skill? Anyway, I decided the best way to deal with exam stress was to pull out that horrifying old prompt that I believe @natashwarma once gave me into a legit fic. Never did I think something would be worst than single dad au, but well. I’m delivering a blanket apology with this thing pleasedon’tkillmeokaybye

Rosa, her fingers wound tightly around the back of the plastic chairs in the meeting room and her voice short and brooking no argument, actually opposes the whole idea at first.  

So does Captain Holt, even if he maybe isn’t as vocal about his objections as Rosa is.

“What?” she snaps, the first time it’s brought up. “That’s insane.”

“Don’t be stupid,” she growls, the second time it’s suggested. “We’ll figure out another way.”

The third time, she doesn’t even bother with pleasantries.

No.”

She stands with her hands curled up tightly at her sides, the outsides of her knuckles brushing against the hems of her jacket sleeves, not completely sure why she’s so angry that they’re even considering this and watching as Amy talks in that eager, animated way of hers, explaining to Captain Holt why there is literally no other way they can pull the sting off.

On the one hand, Rosa gets it; Amy doesn’t want to sacrifice a month’s worth of undercover work and intel. Work and intel for Rosa’s case, the one the higher ups got tangled up with because it bled into larger investigations and for Christ’s sake, Rosa was the one who suggested Amy for the job.

On the other hand –

Rosa watches as Holt agrees with her; slowly, finally, convinced by Amy’s determined stubbornness and the FBI agents’ voices of reason. Rosa watches, hands still curled at her sides and the tightness of her chest threatening to spill through into her voice, because this can’t – she won’t

“Diaz?” Captain Holt’s voice is calm – not quite gentle, she thinks, and realizes that he knows if he tried gentle with her right now she’d get angry, the tightness not just spilling through but exploding, blazing. (He’s not wrong.) “It’s your call.”

Rosa swallows and pretends her voice isn’t getting caught in her throat. “Fine. Whatever.”

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spacebuck  asked:

bucky barnes loving soft things. their apartment is full of plush pillows and soft blankets and his hair is always soft as anything and steve loves running his hands through it at any point in time

gina ily you always send me the cutest things

At least four chenille blankets are in a tangle on their bed, Bucky always pulling one out of bed with him when he wakes up, wrapping it around his shoulders as he walks through their apartment in his soft cotton boxers. He pours coffee with the blanket wrapped around him, two mugs for him and Steve, and places them down on the coffee table before settling into the couch. 

He pulls the couch pillows on top of him, one leg tucked under the other and his arms wrapped around the biggest pillow. He sips his coffee and stares at the blank tv, warmth filling his chest. 

Steve joins him when he’s halfway through his coffee, sitting on the end of the couch and pulling Bucky against him, his fingers running through Bucky’s well kept hair. He’s taken to pampering his hair as much as possible, and it falls softly against his shoulders, a natural shine against the dark locks. 

They lie there all morning, Steve’s fingers woven in Bucky’s hair, Bucky humming some unknowable song. The vibrations of his voice fade into Steve’s chest, and the two of them are content with everything being soft, and warm, and happy. 

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happy birthday to gina and happy birthday to us all tho like she made thREE BEAUTIFUL BOYS AND RAISED THEM ON HER OWN AND SHE STILL LOOKS SO GORGEOUS THROUGH IT ALL

we don’t give her enough credit for that like shes so chill about shit too i mean she’s just so awesome shoutout to u gina don’t get too freaky in da sheets tonite w/ur boy usher hell yeah ily