the moment that launched a thousand ships

What’s your perfect day?

Originally posted by stunudo

Imagine: Reid comforting you at the hospital while you recover. 

Not my GIF.

Warning: Mentions of violence. 

This case was more straight forward than most, but still with a twist. The son of a serial killer copying his fathers murders. Amos Crachet began hunting down all of the survivors children. He kept them for a few days, before putting them out of their misery. His last attempted victim had spirit. A little more than he bargained for. It bought them valuable time. When his door toppled over with the kick of Morgan’s foot revealed a violent scene. 

Amos’s hands were crapped securely around Y/N’s throat. Her hands were clawing at his already marred face. She fought hard, but her strength and consciousness were waning. He wriggled his face away from her hands before slamming her head into the ground. That’s all that she remembered.

She woke up in a hospital. Bright lights. Bandages. People scurrying in the hallway. A constant hum of noise in the hospital. She certainly didn’t get away unscathed. Besides the trauma on her neck, her body was tired and in pain. She barely listened when the doctors rattled off her injuries to care. 

 Not long after she woke, members of the BAU came by for standard questioning. 

It wasn’t the way she looked that Reid noticed immediately. It was how she glanced at the book peeking out of his bag. “What’re you reading?” She asked, craning her neck. He knew perfectly well, she was avoiding his questions. But he understood. Who really wants to relive these horrors. 

“The Hobbit,” he said placing the paperwork on his lap and leaning forward. 

She smiled and folded her hands in her lap.

“Is it your favorite?” 

“Its one of them,” he nodded. “I like to reread it every few years. You have a favorite?” He said encouraging the distraction. 

“To Kill a Mockingbird. I uh, had to read it in Jr. High. Sorta fell in love with it.”
Reid smiled and picked up the paperwork again. “Nothing wrong with a classic.” 

After the questioning, Spencer slid his card over the table. 

“If you remember anything or need me, give me a call. Anytime, okay?”

Spencer’s kept making excuses to go back to the hospital. Until he dropped the guise. He just wanted to make sure she was okay. She was easy to talk to. She put on no airs. Y/N loved asking Spencer Questions. Fun ones. “Ice Breaker Questions,” she called them.

“What 3 things would you bring to a desert island?”

“What super power would you want?”

“Do you believe in aliens?”

She loved challenging his logic with whimsy. Not that he minded. Even in the faded hospital ground and under the harsh lights, she still lit up the room. 

 And as the weeks past, her body began to heal. But dark circled started forming under her once bright eyes. The psychological effects of trauma were likely setting in. 

His mind wasn’t ever far from, Y/N. 

“Boy’s got it bad,” Garcia would squeal.

“Garcia, I enjoy her company. I’m not crossing any lines here, okay?”

“Reid, what line would you be crossing? If you’re interested, there’s nothing wrong with that.” JJ laughed.

Reid, growled playfully as he headed out the door. He forgets how insightful and observant his co-workers are. 

As he reached his car, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He snatched it out quickly, and scrolled to his inbox. 

“Don’t mean to bother you. But are you up? Can’t really sleep.”

Reid sighed and looked to the night sky and sighed. Glancing down, he typed a quick message. And quickly loaded into the car before taking off.
“Be right there.”

The hospital was quieter at night. Not so much hustle and bustle. It unnerved Y/N more than it comforted her. She heard the faint click of shoes. Not the normal tennis shes, the nurses wore. 

She straightened up, moments before there was a gentle knock on the door.

“Y/N?” 

“Come in.”

He poked his head in with a gentle smile. He had a smile that could launch a thousand ships. 

“You okay?,” He said on the edge of the bed unsurely. 

Y/N nodded and swallowed hard. 

“I know he’s dead and I’m safe. I just…Have nightmares that keep me up. I just feel like he’s gonna burst through that door any minute” She pulled the blanket up to her chin. 

He scooted closer and placed a gentle, reassuring hand on her knee.

“You’re fears are understandable and valid. Post traumatic stress is common. And really, nothing to be ashamed about.”

She nodded carefully, and smiled at him.
“The nurses keep suggesting sleeping medicine. But on top of the pain medicines, I don’t want to be groggy all the time. I’m-I’m glad your here.”

“Well, you do need sleep. It’s a pretty critical part of the healing process.I’m glad to be here, really. Maybe I could help. My mom and I used to play this game at bedtime. We’d describe things. Like a perfect day. Things like that. We’d play when I couldn’t sleep or I had a bad day.”

She layed back and snuggled into the blankets. 

“Close your eyes, Y/N,” He said as he lifted the blankets over her.

“What’s a perfect day to you?”

“Hmm, she mumbled.

“A day at the farmers market. I’d stop by Miriam’s Cafe. I’d order a tomato sandwhich and an ice green tea. I’d read out on the patio while all the people shopped. Watch the busker’s play their music,”  she sighed.

“Sounds like a good day,” Reid laughed. 

“Mhmm. It’s nice,” she agreed slowly. “Be better if I had someone to go with.”

“When you get released, maybe we would go together.”

Reid asked shakily as he glanced down at her. Her eyes were drooping, as he was losing her to sleep. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and grabbed his bag. 

Before he could get out of the door, he heard a faint reply.

“I’d really like that.”

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@roses-rambles​ Please more misanthropic librarian Bucky aesthetic. He’s so me! LOL.

I will fight you over who misanthropic librarian Bucky is more like, you or me.

Ficlet from Never go to bed alone when you have a library card by relenafanel ‘verse.


“Hold on,” Bucky said, reaching out and putting his hand over Steve’s before he could turn the key in the ignition.  They had a six pack of microbrew stowed in the back seat for their night in and Bucky had been looking forward to watching the rest of the season of Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries.  He’d been anticipating it for most of the week.  What it really came down to was the fact that he and Steve really failed at Netflix and Chill by putting on something that hooked them both to the point where Bucky thought if Steve tried to make a move during an episode, Bucky would probably put his hand on his face and push him to the other side of the couch.  Despite anticipating their downtime all week, it was still habit to check for a free wi-fi connection and the coffee shop seemed to have one.  “I feel like coffee before we head back.”

For a moment it looked like Steve was going to pout about it, but then he rallied. “Ok,” Steve answered, unbuckling his seatbelt.  “I could do with some coffee.”

Bucky brushed his shoulder against Steve’s as they approached the door.  He was looking forward to the next few hours of relaxing on Steve’s couch watching tv, but he was also really looking forward to after.  Sex with Steve was awesome.

“Can you grab me a large in something sweet?” Bucky asked, grabbing a seat at an empty table and giving Steve his most charming smile.  He’d been told the smile could launch a thousand ships and coerce men into foolishness, but mostly Bucky thought other people should take responsibility for the actions they took while under the influence of his mouth.  Steve never seemed to care much whether Bucky’s smile was charming or sarcastic, in the regard that he liked Bucky at both his best and his worst.  "I have to write a quick email for work.“

“No problem,” Steve answered, giving Bucky a quick kiss before heading to the line up.

By the time Steve returned, Bucky was finishing filling in all the required fields in the complaint form.  He smiled gratefully at his boyfriend and took a sip of the drink.  "Mmm, cinnamon,“ he added before showing Steve his phone. "Can you read this to see if it sounds like someone who doesn’t know too much about the situation?”

Steve took it from him and then his eyebrows went up. “What’s this?" he questioned, staring at the form email in confusion.  "Who’s Jon Marigold?”

Bucky shrugged.  "Someone who super hates the fact it’s taken the city 8 months and counting to get around to changing all of the burned out lights in the library.“

"I thought you told me it was because they installed obsolete fixtures to save a few dollars and now can’t find replacements without going in through the roof and replacing the whole thing?"  Steve said all of it with the air of someone who had heard the rant once too often, slightly mocking Bucky but not the situation.

"Yes, and I had to help someone find a book by shining the flashlight on my phone on spine labels last month.  No matter how much Peggy complains at city meetings, it’s not priority unless people outside of staff start complaining.  So… Jon Marigold is super pissed about it.”

“So… You’re a Machiavellian genius.”  Steve looked impressed, but at the same time slightly concerned, like he was seeing a whole new side to Bucky and wasn’t sure if he liked it.  Steve had met Bucky while he was sitting at the reference desk, so Bucky wasn’t sure there was lower to go than that.

Bucky scrunched up his nose.  "I prefer being a Resistance Fighter, but whatever gets the job done,“ Bucky answered, taking a sip of his coffee.  He reached across the table and retrieved his phone, looking at the message again to make sure there were a few deliberate typos. He wasn’t even sure it mattered whether he went through the effort of creating new fake accounts for all of his very real complaints, or if he even needed to try to send them from different IP addresses, but the city was very much in love with charting demographics.

And not so much with spending money on maintenance for their facilities.

Steve looked like a bunch of clues were coming together in his mind.  "All this time I thought you had a really shitty data plan. So when you asked for the school’s wi-fi password last week?”

“Yeah, I tweeted from a fake teacher’s account.”

“And when you were tapping away at your phone while waiting for me to be done at the gym?”

“By that point I was just playing Candy Crush, but before that, yeah.”

“When you asked for my wi-fi password last month?”

Bucky gave Steve an unimpressed look.  "We’d been together for 2 weeks.  I spend the night there all the time.  If you weren't willing to share your wi-fi password after coming in my ass, our relationship probably wasn’t going to work out.“

That made Steve pause and subtly look around him to see if anyone overheard Bucky before nodding.  "Ok, that’s fair.”

“Did you feel coerced into it?” Bucky questioned, suddenly curious, shoving his phone into his pocket.  “Are we going too fast? You could have said.”

“I’m not… it’s not a large concern, I’m just a very cautious person.  It’s difficult for me to remember how to not be alone sometimes."  Steve’s expression was cautiously hopeful, as though he wanted Bucky to forgive him for something Bucky considered minor.

Steve obviously thought that was true, even though Bucky felt like he was nothing but a courteous boyfriend (small things like wi-fi passwords notwithstanding). Bucky had his own foibles.  "I think we’re doing good at our own pace,” Bucky answered, standing with his coffee cup.  “I expect you to say if you feel differently.”

“I will,” Steve promised, getting to his feet at Bucky’s cue and following him out of the coffee shop.  His fingers hooked around Bucky’s, not quite to hold his hand but to give a playful tug that had Bucky turning towards him with a smile.  “Hey,” Steve said, sliding his free hand around Bucky’s back.  “I was a lot less certain about the gorgeous guy with the impassive expression and the complete disdain for people who can’t figure things out themselves, but I didn’t expect you.  When you love things, you’re really passionate about them: whether it's doing best by the library or having absolutely no chill when watching Netflix.  Someday I’d like to be the person you’re willing to commit minor levels of fraud for, now that I know what you’re about, Bucky Barnes.”

“I’m dead inside,” Bucky tried to reassert at Steve’s soft, fond look. "I don’t care about anything.“

"Affectatious misanthropy to hide your gooey center,” Steve observed, his mouth turned up in a teasing smirk right before his fingers jabbed into the ticklish spot right below Bucky’s ribs.

Bucky eeped, jerking a little before he burst out into laughter, looping his arms around Steve’s neck.  “Don’t do this at the library, you’ll ruin my cred,” he said, and immediately regretted giving Steve ideas, if the mischievous expression on his face was anything to go by.  There wasn’t anything left to do but kiss him and hope he forgot about the idea entirely.

“Ready to go back to my place?” Steve questioned, “or do you want to drive around a bit looking for open wi-fi signals?”

“Gotta space them out a bit or else it’ll look suspicious,” Bucky answered, heading towards the passenger-side door.  “We can put on a truly terrible movie and I promise to spend the next two hours slowly grinding against you until you come in your pants.”

“As tempting as that sounds I already know I’ll end up watching the worst movie I’ve ever seen as you yell obscenities about how bad it is at the tv.”

Bucky shrugged as he put his seatbelt on, hopelessly into Steve’s description of him.  “Directly to the bedroom, then?” Bucky smiled his filthy I’m-not-even-subtly-seducing-you smile.

Steve paused, hesitating with his hand on the gear shift.  “Uhm,” he responded.  “You know that I find you really sexy, right?  But I… uhm… we had sex two days ago, but I’ve managed not to watch the next episode without you all week.  I was kind of hoping the reward for that would be to watch it.”

Bucky snorted.  “You’re fucking ridiculous, you know that right?” he cast his eyes over to Steve, looking at him from beneath his eyelashes.  “You’re not allowed to make fun of me for this anymore when you’re just as bad.”

“We could compromise.  I’ll order a pizza and we can fool around while waiting for it.”

Bucky thought that would just lead to one of them opening the door for the pizza guy with a red sweaty face and a boner.  “So romantic, Steve. Delivery in 30 minutes or less.”