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Interrogation Techniques

For the anon who requested 45 and 58 with Reid “My eyes are up here.” “It would be a lot easier if you weren’t so attractive.”

Warnings: Some degrading language

‘Type killers’ always got under your skin a little more than random acts of violence. Seeing all those faces that looked eerily similar, murdered just for having the misfortune of sharing traits with someone else long gone. It bothered you even more when you were sitting and staring at a pile of woman who bore a striking resemblance to you.

Your teammates kept a close eye on your for the entire week, which only added to the slight paranoia that came with looking like murder victims. Once the guy was in handcuffs and shoved into an interrogation room you felt a weight you didn’t even realize you were carrying being lifted from your shoulders.

“We still need a confession.” Hotch announced coming into the room that your team was sat in, watching the unsub who seemed far too calm and collected. “We’ve got him on at least two accounts, but a confession for the other four would solidify his prison sentence.” The room was silent for a moment, all of their minds following separate trains of thought, but all arriving at the same station.

“I’ll go in.” You nodded, standing up from the desk you’d previously been stationed at. Spencer, who had been resting beside you shoot up immediately at your words.

“What? No!” You ignored him, turning to face your boss, straightening your back in a way you knew showed your determination. You knew what you had to do; it came with the job.

“Hotch, we all know his chances of talking are considerably higher if I go in and play nice. If you go in and start with that tough guy routine we’re going to move nowhere but backwards.”

“(Y/N) no.” Spencer stated using his firmest voice. His hand gripped at your arm and you continued to ignore him.

“I’ll go in, I’ll be able to catch him off guard, get him talking. If it- I mean if I’m not getting anywhere I’ll come out and you and Morgan can go in and do what you need to do.” Spencer’s hand tightened slightly and you lifted yours up to pat his, not breaking eye contact with Hotch.

“Go in. Play nice. If he gets too… crude. But no information is coming through you get up and you leave or I will come in and remove you myself.” You cocked an eyebrow before nodding and removing yourself from Reid grip.

“Gotcha.” You nodded turned around and swiftly removing the blazer you were wearing and popping open a few buttons on your shirt. You stood up straight and fixed your hair giving yourself a moment to collect your thoughts. When you zoned back in you couldn’t help but smirk slightly.

“My eyes are up here.”  You teased, putting a finger under Spencer’s chin and lifting. He glared. Okay maybe not a time for jokes.

“You’re not meat, (Y/N). Don’t unbutton your shirt for that pervert.” You smiled gently and moved your hand up to pat his cheek.

“You’re sweet Spence, but if it gets a confession out I think I’ll manage. I get similar looks from the creeps that stalk the subway. I’ll manage.” He made a soft noise of protest and you hushed him quickly, “I’ll be okay.”

Thirty seconds later you were swiftly entering the interrogation room, sitting in the chair and keeping your head down as you looked through the files, giving him a moment to really look at you. You felt a bit… dirty. Allowing yourself to be ogled at but when you looked up and caught his staring at you practically licking your slips you had to bite down a smirk. You’d gotten worse. Most women above the age of… well. Birth. Had gotten worse from people passing on the streets. Being leered at for a few minutes would be worth it if it meant this sicko was put away for a long long time.

The first few questions were easy. He answered them gladly, licking his lips from time to time, eyes focused on you. His comments were lude but not obscene. You were making progress.

“Do you know any of these women?” You asked, setting a series of photos out in front of him.

“No.”

“You didn’t look.”

“I’m sorry, Skank. But I can’t seem to focus. It would be a lot easier if you weren’t so damn attractive. Or if you had the decency to button your top.” Your body tensed. The profile pointed to all signs of him wanting to sexual engage his victims, not that their appeal angered him. You opened your mouth to ask again when you heard a shuffle from outside the door.

“Reid!” Emily called as Spencer burst into the room, face flushed with anger. You raised both eyebrows in surprise. Reid quickly approached you, gently grabbing you by the elbow and lifting you from the seat nudging you towards the open door where Emily stood looking shocked.

Spencer turned on the unsub not even waiting to make sure you left and his eyes became a kind of intense you’d never seen before. It was like they were oozing with anger. He’d never looked so intimidating.

“Hello, I’m that Skank’s husband, and I will be finishing your interrogation.” He sneered as you let the door fall shut. You stood completely shocked for a second, mind processing what just happened. Spence rarely ever lost his cool. You waited another moment before you allowed yourself the pleasure of a little smirk. That’s your man.

You found her, now go and get her ✘ Barry Allen and Grant Gustin Imagine ✘

✘ A/N: I’M FINALLY POSTING MY FIRST REQUEST, YAY! I’m sorry it took so long, anon. School kills. I hope you like it! As well you, guys!

I’ll tag WestAllen bc this one got Westallen, but it’s not a Westallen imagine. Tbh I ship it so fucking bad and MY HEART HURTED!

Thanks @lyss-91 for beta

 (Y/F/N) = Your fake name. (Y/L/F/N) = Your last fake name.

✘ Request: This might get complicated but can you do a Barry/grant imagine where Barry is trying to move on from iris (maybe they broke up or something) and he is either shown through Gideon or travels to our world where he sees the reader (singer actress) and grant have been together for awhile and are very happy so he tries to find the reader on his earth with the teams help

Originally posted by fyeahgrantgust

Things had been strained between Barry and Iris since the end of their engagement. They didn’t talk, they couldn’t stay in a room alone, and when their eyes met, before so demonstrative of love and admiration for each other, would just look away, making both people uncomfortable and any other human or metahuman around being able to feel the heavy breeze from the pressure in the air.

They loved each other, of course, they had loved each other since forever. And when they finally got together, Barry thought that maybe this time he had really won, maybe he’d gotten his happy ending, his peace.

Holy shit, how wrong he was.

Iris missed him more than anything, and so did he.

But it was clear that the Scarlet Speedster couldn’t say or show it more when Cisco entered excited on the cortex, saying that the future had changed. Iris would live. Savitar wouldn’t kill her.

“Actually, I saw her in the headlines. ‘Iris West, the youngest Central City’s journalist to win a pultizer award, public an article about metahuman medicine, with help from her old  friend, Caitlin Snow.'’ Cisco spoke in a forced tone of journalist’s newspaper’s 7, smile never leaving the his face. "Guys, Iris is alive and Caitlin won’t turn into Killer Frost!”

‘’But what changed?’’ Julian asked, but no one could care about what event made the tragedy go away, the focus was clear: the worst thing won’t happen anymore.

‘’We won Savitar, I knew it! I knew it!’’ H.R said exltedly.

Joe hugged his daughter with tears in his eyes as Cisco hugged Caitlin and HR ran out screaming something about coffee and cake to celebrate the occasion.

As much as Barry’s heart was relieved - Iris, the woman he loved, would live and have the success in journalism that she deserved! -  A persistent doubt struck the back of his head. Asking Iris to marry had not changed the future. Had breaking up with her done it?

Barry smiled at Iris as their gazes met, the first real smile from the end, she took a step toward him, and he could not help but try to reach her as well, but Caitlin hugged her just in time, happiness and relief filling the room.

Looking at the people that Barry Allen most loved in the world in such happiness, he couldn’t help but leave when no one was noticing and go to Gideon. Barry had to see if a certain event had reappeared.

His heart pounded, hoping he would continue with Iris, the girl he always wanted…

But he was not.

Flash missing vanishes in crise.

By Iris West.

No hyphen, no Allen.

Iris was alive, but she would only be like this if he didn’t have her.

A solitary tear fell down the cheek of Central City’s hero.

It was surprising how he could save everyone but himself.

But it was okay, if his happy ending was Iris at least alive, Barry accepted that.

He loved her too much to be selfish.

(…)

It was 3 months since Barry discovered he could not stay with Iris anymore. He was doing okay as much as possible. The thought that she would be alive made him try to move on, for Barry knew that if he didn’t, the West girl would die.

So the speedster was trying. The best he could, at least.

“This time, I’m 100% sure that the particle accelerator will not get you to another earth.” Cisco said while putting the device in Barry’s suit.

“100%?” Barry raised an eyebrow, doubting his friend’s statement.

“Okay, maybe more to 89%,” Cisco said as he moved to the computer. “Or 67%…”

“Oh, great! ”

“Earth two?” Julian asked Caitlin, trying to find himself in the conversation.

“No, it’s down to earth 4. It’s where Supergirl came from.” Caitlin explained.

“Who?” Julian asked confused as Caitlin began to gesture and explain about Team Flash’s interdimensional travels and friends.

“Okay, get ready.” Barry prepared to run, happy to do something that would always distract him from the world around him. “1… 2… 3… Go! ” The Flash ran, leaving papers flying through the cortex, Caitlin rolled sighed and went to pick them up while Julian approached Cisco to see Barry’s speed on the computer, until it simply disappeared.

“What was it?”

(…)

The Scarlet Speedster could feel in his breath that that oxygen was not that of his earth. He sighed and looked around, looking for some information on where he was or how to get help to get home.

As much as “home” was now all his relative happy, uncomfortable moments between him and Iris, the sure certainty that he would not have a happy ending and…

Barry shook his head from side to side, trying to hide his thoughts like someone throwing dirt under the rug. Time to gather information, find help, and go back to his earth.

The hero looked around again, he was on a street, one that seemed to belong only to the richest of any place. Hearing a loud noise as loud as hysterical screams, Barry glanced back, managing to see himself waving to a group of screaming people. Was that version of him famous?

He sped in the big place, looking twice, was a recording studio. The Flash sped through the room, studying everything until it found a trailer that contained clothes in his size.

Barry changed his clothes and grabbed a backpack, putting his uniform inside, starting to look around the trailer at human speed.

“Cool.” A smile appeared on his face to see a photo of him with two more dogs, he always wanted dogs. Barry finally found a computer and searched for the name on the door of the trailer.

Grant Gustin.

Thomas Grant Gustin, better known as Grant Gustin, is an American actor, singer and dancer. Best known for playing the role of “Barry Allen” in The Flash series from CW show.

Okay, what should he be most shocked about? The fact that he is representing himself  or that he can dance?

Anyway, Barry continued his research. Grant Gustin seemed like a completely normal guy, in fact, all of the team seemed to be normal. No metahuman activity here.

Indicated for the best chemistry award on TV: Grant Gustin and (Y/F/N) (Y/L/F/N)

This was a new one, he didn’t know anyone by that name. Barry clicked on the link of the story, basically they and 4 other couples competed for this award. The Forensic Scientist kept looking at the photo of himself smiling and hugging a girl, whom he couldn’t see, although he could not help but feel curious and even neediss to meet her.

Barry coughed, moving away from the computer. He had not felt anything like this since Iris.

Search: (Y/F/N) (Y/L/F/N)

Allen sighed and clicked on the first link to youtube that appeared, “(Y/F/N)” was talking and suddenly began to sing. He giggled, her voice was wonderful.

The next video was one of an interview with her, Barry clicked on the link and folded his arms, waiting for what could come.

Fully open mouth in ‘’O’’ was a euphemism for Barry’s expression. His chest was full of excitement, confusion… Hope?

His version of this earth was with this girl for years, and he seemed quite happy with her.

This was not Barry’s life, he knew that. But something inside his veins was begging for him, go get this girl.

For the first time after Iris, Barry Allen could feel something.

Just then, Cisco appeared, smiling relieved to see his friend well.

'’How about a vibe home, bro?’

(…)

“They were together for like three years and they looked really happy. I have to find this girl. I just have to. ”

“You’re like one of those in love Disney guys, are you going to start singing for no reason like them?” Cisco joked.

“And she was a singer actress!” Barry remembered.

“As lovely as it is, you know this was not your earth, right?” Caitlin said, wanting to make sure his friend’s head was in order.

As Barry opened his mouth to speak, the rest of the team entered the room. His heart ached a little to see Iris, she’s still Iris after all. The difference is that, this time, he accepted his new idea of destiny, Barry Allen was happy. He would have Iris at his side as his best friend, fully alive and amazing at job and someone to love, that was more than enough. It took some months to accept that he wasn’t going to be with Iris and a couple weeks before he came back from the other earth to accept that he could be happy with another person. But he did it.

Barry Allen accepted it and would hold onto this future.

“What were you talking about?” Wally asked with Big Belly Burger’s mouthful, Iris rolled her eyes at his brother’s attitude.

“About the girl that B.A is looking for! She and his look-alike, can you believe it? Look-alikes! - were together and kaboom! He wants to meet her here!” H.R said excitedly, not noticing what he was really talking about and in front of who.

“Dude, seriously?” Cisco chided him, H.R looked around, his mouth popping open and his expression showing surprise at what he had done.

Before H.R could stutter some apoloze, the reaction in the cortex was completely the opposite of what was expected. Iris smiled at Barry, a genuine smile.

“Well, I’m happy for you, Bear.”

(…)

“What do we have?!” Barry asked as he stepped into the cortex, already in his The Flash outfit. Cisco and Caitlin had called him to STAR Labs saying they had found something that needed to be resolved urgently, but the whole Team was there, which was weird for a wednesday morning.

“What do you have to get, bro.” Cisco said smiling, eating another of his candys.

“What?”

“We found her.” Caitlin smiled sweetly. Barry looked around the room, his eyes wide and his crescent-shaped mouth resting like a smile. “Her name on this earth is (Y/N) and… ”

“And we’d say more information about how much work to find her we got, but I guess all you want now is to run for her.” Cisco interrupted and laughed at his friend’s expression, noting how excited he was but happy for him as well as his entire team was.

“Go get your girl, Flash.” Iris said, smiling in encouragement, he stared at her and nodded, running out as he received the information from her location by the microphone in his suit.

And then, the world seemed finally to stop when Barry laid his eyes on (Y/N). Nothing was fast or slow, everything was in harmony for the first time in centuries. Barry could swear on his knees that there were no wars or problems in the world, because… How could something bad happen in the world when her smile existed?

Imagine that Bitty goes to a different uni and when he graduates he goes to work for a TV show/network where he mostly does food stories, has his own cooking segment, a series of very popular books and an online vlog, etc.

And let’s say that the reporter meant to be covering the latest Falconers game is indisposed because she’s having a baby, she’s friends with Bitty and knows he knows hockey and played in college so he gets voluntold to take over.

Bitty is pretty excited cause he’s a fan of the Falconers and also he still loves hockey and misses playing, and all goes well until the postgame interview in the locker room where Jack Zimmermann zeroes in on Bitty with laser focus.

“Didn’t your team play against Samwell in the frozen four?”

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The Sun and The Stars {6}

Previous parts:  Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Word count: 3020

Warnings: Mentions of smut, light violence

Originally posted by nerdyfandomimagines


“Don’t you two have a bed for this?” A voice sinks into the dull haze of your mind. You open your eyes to see Tony Stark in a full suit, standing over you.

“Fucking hell, Tony.” You groan as you scramble to cover yourself. “A little warning next time?”

Bucky wakes up from your movements and instantly pulls you against him to protect you from Tony’s gaze, but Tony, ever the gentleman, has turned his gaze from you and focuses on the view of the city.
“I mean I’m all for adventurous sex but at least end up in your own room at the end of it.”
“Shut up, Tony.” Bucky laughs as he sits up and pulls on a shirt.
“Now where’s the fun in that? I totally get the allure though. This view is incredible.” Tony replies as he fixes the buttons on his sleeve.

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Someone Else Part 4

A/N: Almost 6 months later, I finally finish this god forsaken mini series. Special thanks to @axstheticminds for kicking my butt and making me write this lol. Without her, this probably wouldn’t have gotten finished. I hope you guys like this… it’s the last part!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3


Spencer paced the waiting room of the hospital while the rest of the team sat nervously, waiting to hear if you were going to be okay. He looked down at his arms; the sight of his sleeves that were still covered in your blood made him shiver at the memory of your limp body in his arms.

You had passed out in his arms hours ago, and what the doctors said would be a quick fix was taking entirely too long for his liking.

He tried to fill his mind with happy thoughts, the first one being the day you started at the BAU.

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Bucky Barnes One Shot/Blurb

Prompt: “If you touch so much a single hair on her head i’ll fucking kill you!” 


Bucky had kept his distance from the team ever since he’d joined the Avengers. He was a fragile soul, knowing full well that he’d hurt the people he was now working with and a part of him wished they’d treat him badly because of it rather than pretending as if it’d never happened. Despite being an on-looker in most situations, he’d grown to care and adore for every member of the team and was very protective of all of them – even if they didn’t know that.

You were his favourite though.

You didn’t pretend that he was never the Winter Soldier and you actually used it to your advantage. If you were ever on missions together and Bucky didn’t go ‘too hard’ on the enemy because he didn’t want to scare any of his team members, you’d turn around and yell something along the lines of, “I’ve seen you as the Winter Soldier, dammit! You kicked my ass and I know full well that you can kick theirs!”

It was weirdly motivational.

Steve had asked Bucky on several occasions if he wanted him to go talk to you about it and ask you to lay off him but Bucky insisted it was fine. Although Steve was worried that it might trigger Bucky in some way and make him ‘worse’, he eventually began to notice just how much it was helping his friend. It was even beginning to bring out a side in Bucky that Steve hadn’t seen since the war, a more humorous and charming side so he decided to keep his mouth shut. If it helped then so be it.

You had no idea about the effect you were having on Bucky Barnes. You thought he was cute and a bloody good agent, that was for sure. From the stories you’d heard from Steve about how Bucky was growing up, you even had become to feel protective of the man. He’d been such a light in Steve’s life and helped him through so much and now Bucky had basically had his soul sucked out of him. You did notice that he was beginning to seem like the Bucky that Steve had described, him casually throwing a bit of banter your way and being rather like a gentleman towards you – but you had no idea that this brighter side that was showing was because of your motivation.

When the team was preparing to raid a Hydra base, as per usual, they tried their best to dodge the touchy subject of Bucky’s once involvement with the organisation. They knew that he was loyal to the Avengers but they were worried that despite the amount of therapy he was getting that the ‘trigger/activation’ words might get him to get under Hydra’s control again. They spoke about this in hushed tones as Bucky was preparing in another room and they all agreed that it’d be best if you were the one to stick with him.

“If they use those – uh – trigger words and they affect you… do I have your full permission to knock you out?” you asked him on the quinjet.

Bucky gave a weak smile, “yeah, of course. I might be a bit heavy to carry though so just leave me there if it’s the best option.”

He was surprised when you suddenly placed a napkin in his lap and then handed over a pen to him.

“Like I’d leave you there, James. Now sign that waver saying that it’s okay for me to knock you out because I don’t want you getting all snarky on me afterwards if I leave a mark.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, looking down at the napkin in his lap.

“This is just a napkin that says ‘I, James Buchanan Barnes, am cool with (Y/N) (L/N) knocking me out when she sees it necessary.”

You shrugged, “I couldn’t exactly type up any serious legal documentation within the five minutes that I was told we’d be partners. I don’t know why I’m surprised though – we always seem to be partners now… probably because we’re the best team members.”

This earned a ‘hey! I heard that!’ from Sam but Bucky’s weak smile soon turned into a rather large and genuine one. He liked that even in dark times you still managed to have a sense of humour.

When you all began to file into the base, Bucky had a difficult time trying to keep up with you. You were agile, zipping in and out of rooms quickly whereas Bucky was much larger and bulkier than you so it was a challenge trying to cover for your quick self. Things seemed to be going well on your side as team A, who were on the west wing, were the ones that walked into the main part of the base. Bucky was beginning to think that the two of you had gotten lucky when he noticed you hadn’t reappeared out of one of the rooms.

“(Y/N)?” he whispered rather loudly, poking his gun into the room and his heart sped up when he saw you in a much larger man’s hold with a gun to your temple.

“Ah, the Winter Soldier – how good of you to join us,” the man said, a hint of a Russian accent in his tone.

“If you touch so much as a single hair on her head I’ll fucking kill you!” Bucky almost roared, his gun pointed straight at the man’s head but he didn’t even seem to flinch at his raised voice.

“Don’t worry, I know how much Ms (L/N) means to you. We’ve been watching you, Mr Barnes. We’ve been listening in on you talking about the feelings you have for this girl – she’s very pretty, isn’t she? I promise not to hurt her,” the man edged his gun towards Bucky, “but you will.”

Bucky and you were both utterly confused until the man started reciting the trigger words. You recognised the Russian words, ‘longing, rusted, seventeen, daybreak’, and you thought you were heart was about to break in two as you watched Bucky stiffen up. You’d been an agent for a long time but you knew there was no way for you to get out of this one.

After the man said the final words, you could hear Steve’s panicked voice coming through your comms as he desperately tried to locate you and Bucky. Bucky now seemed as if he was waking up and you struggled in the grasp that was on you.

“Kill her and get me out safe,” the man said, stepping aside. Your weapons had been disposed of already and you began to calculate how you could get to the corner of the room to grab them. You didn’t want to fight Bucky – before, when he was the Winter Soldier, it hadn’t mattered when you fought him. You didn’t know him. Now… things were different.

He aimed the gun at your head and almost seemed to have a lifeless expression. You wondered if Bucky was still in there until you saw an oh-so familiar glint his eye. Swiftly, he turned his gun and shot the gun out of the enemy’s hand and then shot him in the leg, causing him to fall to the ground. The gun shots had attracted the other agents who came running into the room, Steve mumbling “oh thank god” over and over again as he went to secure the prisoner.

You and Bucky seemed to be in some sort of trance. You weren’t usually affected by shock but this experience had really been something quite new. Bucky couldn’t believe that he’d overcome the activation words but as he looked at you, he knew why. He could never hurt you and he could never hurt his friends again.


“Fuck it,” you accidentally said aloud, basically sprinting into Bucky’s arms and kissing him so passionately that he stumbled backwards in surprise. He cupped your face, the kiss that you two were finally sharing having been a built up of emotions over several months and a few agents stepped out of the room as they felt as if they were ‘ruining the moment’.

“Guys!” Steve yelled, “is now really the time?”

You and Bucky were still close to one another, both of your faces flushed pink but thankfully it was hidden by the darkness. You could see the other team members, your friends, smirking to themselves as they pretended to be minding their own business but even the guy you just captured was smiling quite widely.

“I’d never hurt you, you know that, right?” Bucky mumbled, feeling embarrassed as you and him stepped back to let the others handle the situation. Both of you were still traumatised by the events that had just occurred but neither of you could stop smiling.

“I know, Bucky. Besides, you signed a waver saying that I could knock you out at any time that I felt necessary.”

He snorted, “it was a napkin.”

“It’s a sealed deal, soldier.”

Annoying love

Request: anonymous: So, reader is an avenger and they all live together at the tower (including Clint’s dog, damn you MCU for not having Lucky) and Clint and the reader are always annoying each other, Clint is more laid back during missions while reader is kind of paranoid and when they get teamed up together, this go south. Reader gets injured and Clint feels really guilty, then they fight because he apologizes too much and in the middle of it he confesses he loves her.

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

Word count: 1.286

Warnings: swearing, injured reader (getting shot)

A/N: I feel like I stretched this one out to far. What do you guys think?

Originally posted by mayawolf

“BARTON!” your angered voice sounded through the Avengers tower, causing Sam to stick his head around the corner in curiosity. He quickly retreated his head when you stormed past him, face flushed with anger and hands balled into fists.

“Oh dear, she looked exceptionally angry this time.” He muttered and looked over to Steve, who hurried to finish his coffee. “What ever he did, we better not be in the line of fire. Wanna take Lucky for a walk?” said man asked in between sips of his drink.

“You bet!” Sam answered and together they hurried out of the kitchen.

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Dear People In High School

This will mostly apply to girls but I think it’s still good advice.  If you have a crush on a guy learn how he acts in the boys locker room. Have a friend who is a guy who’s in the same gym class tell you if he talks disrespectfully of girls in the locker room.  For whatever reason locker rooms are where boys show their true colors, I’ve been on a ballroom team as well were everyone was pretty much family and got the same experience during shows and competitions which really pissed me off and I told the coaches what’s going on.  If you’re wondering if your crush will treat your well or is secretly a douche ask a trustworthy guy friend to tell you.  

I’ve had many friends that I had to tell “hey by the way your crush objectifies you and your friends with other boys in the locker room”  One friend still dated the guy saying “he’s changed” nope that’s just a play to get in your pants.  Said friend really regrets what happened.  Please be safe while in high school and I know it’s hard to tell which guy is a nice guy or secretly crazy but this should hopefully make it easier.

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Gif is mine

hey can u do one where the team are staying over at a hotel for a case and reader is having a really rough night cause the case brought back memories of her past ( rape maybe?) and Luke sees you drinking and crying and you talk for a while and then start kissing and it gets really heated but then you hear the team close the door (they haven’t seen you guys) and then you both get super awkward when they walk into the room your in? But they still don’t find out 

Requested by Anon~


You didn’t know how you and Luke went from talking about your past to kissing. But you’ve been drinking and crying and trying to push away bad memories when Luke approached you. And now, you barely remember why you were crying.

His hand went up and pressed against your back, lightly pulling you closer. The heat radiating off his body made you a little light-headed. As the kiss ended, your foreheads touched as you two panted for breath.

And just as you were about to speak, you were dimly aware of the door closing. As if somebody had just come into the room. Instantly, you pulled yourself away from Luke, who was trying to fix his hair.

“Hey, guys.” Prentiss greeted tiredly, followed by the rest of the team. They weren’t grinning. Weren’t teasing. Maybe they didn’t see a thing. When you glanced up to Luke, he shrugged and mouthed, ‘you okay?’

That warm feeling returned; the same feeling you got when you first kissed Luke. When you nodded, he turned away, as to not draw attention.

Flirt

Hey everyone! How’s everybody doing today? Sorry I’ve been a bit inactive lately - I promise I haven’t died or given up or forgotten you all. Have some Wally West fluff to make up for it. Enjoy!

Warnings: Extra-relationship flirting (?), swearing

Another spray of ice shards shot over your head; you ducked down behind the couch and cursed. Okay, so the common room of a girls’ boarding school wasn’t exactly a great place for a firefight, but you kind of had to take the fight to the bad guys sometimes. And while Killer Frost wasn’t the worst you’d fought, she were still robbing the school and endangering the students. So Batman had sent the team to stop her.

‘Hey, Kid!’ you yelled over the mind-link. ‘Can I get some backup, maybe?’

“Certainly, beautiful.” As you heard Wally’s voice in your head, a streak of yellow whizzed past the couch, and resolved itself into your speedster boyfriend. “Hey Frost!” he yelled.

You peeked out around the edge, your face against the beige carpet. Frost stilled, icy hands still poised to throw her shards. The woman’s pale eyes narrowed and the corner of her blue lip lifted. “Hello, baby flash,” she purred. “You have grown up lately.”

Wally scoffed, offended. “It’s Kid Flash, lady,” he said. “And I really don’t want to know what you meant by that last part.”

You growled under your breath. ‘I know I don’t,’ you said indignantly. ‘Keep her distracted, babe.’

“Y/N!” Kaldur’s mental voice was scolding. “We’re on a mission. No affectionate nicknames in the field.” A pause, no more that a heartbeat’s length. “We’re still frozen. Can you handle this one?”

‘Ugh. Fine. Keep her distracted, Kid Flash,’ you thought, rolling your eyes. ‘Yeah, I got this.’

“So, Frost,” Wally said conversationally. “You’re, uh…you’re looking well.” He dodged an ice blast.

She chuckled, raising her arms for another blast. “Is that the best you can do? The real Flash is much better company.”

‘Oh, she is going down.’ You inched forward from behind the couch, shut your eyes and focused. There was a pulling in your gut. You opened your eyes to hyper-vision, shining in crazy colors.

You reached out with both hand and mind, and pulled at empty air. 

Killer Frost fell to the ground like she’d been yanked by the ankle - which, if you wanted to get technical, she sort of was. Her eyes flashed poison-blue, and she snarled. “You’re dead, little hero! DEAD!” 

You rolled out into the open, both hands open and poised like weapons. “Actually,” you said, “I don’t think dying fits with my schedule this week.” You reached out and batted her to the floor again. Her hair splayed out over the floor. “Kid Flash, would you do the honors?”

Wally didn’t answer; there were flashes of yellow, and then a black collar beeped and sparked electricity around Frost’s neck. She screamed in outrage and fell - again - to the floor. Apparently deciding it was safer to stay there, she whined like a bad tempered cat and crossed her arms. 

There was that familiar minute of silence that came after every mission - the waiting, the breath-holding are we done? Did we really do it?

Apparently you had. You gave a relieved laugh and reached for Wally’s hand, and the flare died. The power left you, and colors returned to normal. 

“Oh my god, you saved us!” The excited squeal was followed by a flood of girls in kilts streaming in from the hallway where they’d been waiting. Not in their rooms where you’d told them to wait for their own safety. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, then rubbed a hand across your sweaty forehead. “Yeah, you’re welc-”

“You were really brave,” one girl said, draping herself over Wally. You narrowed your eyes. It was like you hadn’t even spoken. 

The girl stared up at him adoringly. “Are you that brave all the time?”

“Ugh. Hardly.” You rolled your eyes. “Hey, Kid Flash? The bioship’s waiting.” 

“Mh-hm,” he said distractedly. “In a minute, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes and turned toward the door. “I’m going,” you called, “If you’re interested. The others need unfreeing.”

By the time everyone was safely unfrozen and aboard the bioship, Wally still hadn’t appeared. You chewed on a lip. Maybe you should ask someone else to go get him. Robin, maybe? 

But you had sort of overreacted. You were the first to admit you could be a bitch sometimes - maybe you needed to apologize. You winced. Yeah, you needed to apologize. 

You pushed open the heavy oak doors of the dormitory. “Kid? I -” you stopped, cold fury settling in your gut.

Hey was lounging back against the wall, talking animatedly and easily with the throng of girls. “Yeah, it was no big deal,” you head him say. “Just stopped a supervolcano from destroying the northern hemisphere.”

The girls giggled. One stepped forward - a dark-haired beauty with deerlike eyes. With a pale flush on her cheeks, she handed him a scrap of paper. “Call me?” she said shyly.

Wally winked, kissed the paper and slipped it into his glove. You made a strangled sound in your throat and stomped forward.

“Just one minute, Y/N,” Wally said. You growled, and tapped the girl on the shoulder; she turned with a friendly smile. “Hey there! You were pretty good too.”

“Thanks.” You smiled viciously and met Wally’s eyes. “But just for the record, honey, this idiot’s not worth your time.”

You caught a second of the bewildered hurt in his green eyes; then you turned and stalked out of the common room.

“Babe.”

You didn’t look up, just kept glaring stonily at the blue water of the Hangar. You swung your legs over the edge, but there was nothing happy about your posture. Every muscle was taut, arms crossed over your chest.

“Beautiful?”

You shifted your weight and huffed. If he wanted an apology, he was damn well going to work for it.

“Ethereal dawn princess?”

You scoffed and turned your glare on Wally; he backed up a step. “Baby, talk to me,” he pleaded. “Can you at least tell me what I did wrong?”

You let your face harden into a calm mask. “You called me by name in the field, for one.”

“I did?”

“Twice, you idiot.”

He winced and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I was just really distracted -”

“Yeah, I saw that,” you snapped, tears stinging your eyes. Damn it, why did you have to be an angry crier? You swiped the tears away angrily.

“Babe? Why are you crying?” The asshole sounded truly mystified. “Please don’t cry -”

“You kept her number, fuckface,” you spat, tears streaming down your face now. “I saw you. You kissed it.”

Wally looked frozen as a rabbit; eyes wide, hands clenched. Slowly, he sat down on the edge beside you.

He lifted a hand, like he was thinking about putting it on your shoulder, but thought better of it. “I’m an asshole,” he said glumly.

“You think?”

His shoulders slumped, and he ducked his head. “I have you - I have this perfect warrior angel who’s actually going out with me, and I - I fuck it up.”

You sniffed, took a shuddering breath. God, being angry was exhausting. You lifted a hand to your too-hot face. “Okay, to be fair, I was kind of a bitch.”

“But I deserved it,” he said. “I could say I just didn’t want to hurt their feelings, or that I just like the attention. And those are true. But I think it’s just a really terrible habit.” He looked out over the water. “To be honest, I never expect any of them - I never expected you - to say yes, so being flirty’s kinda my default.”

You shut your stinging eyes, and reached for his hand. “I forgive you,” you said, voice hoarse. “But please, don’t hurt me like that. I love you, West. Let’s not screw this up.”

His eyes widened. “Wait, you’re - you forgive me? You’re not mad anymore?”

“Not exactly,” you grumbled. “But I could really use a hug, if you’re interested.”

To make the long story that happened next into a short one: he was interested. He was very interested indeed.

“Y/n?” You heard Spencer’s voice from behind you, and you mustered up the tiny bit of strength you had left to stand and turn to face him.  They had found you.  He had found you.

His eyes brimmed with tears at the sight of you, broken and bruised, and before you could say anything, he wrapped you up in a warm embrace, silently crying into the crook of your neck.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, in between quiet sobs. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for. You found me and I’m okay. Thank you.” You said in a hoarse voice, as you pulled away and smiled at him, starting to cry yourself.

“Reid, did you–” Morgan ran into the room and saw you standing there, injured, but still alive.  “Thank God,” he said, and hugged you.

Soon after, the rest of the team members filed in, exchanging hugs and tears.


I hope you enjoyed! Let me know if you guys want me to make this into a full on imagine.

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Imagine: Being a part of the BAU team and with Spencer at the same time, so when the unsub hurts you, Spencer stays with you at the hospital and he’s really worried, even though you’re going to be fine.

“Y/N!” he yells as a warning, but it’s too late. You feel something hard hit the back of your head and that’s all you remember before you wake up in the hospital. 

“What happened?” you croak as you notice Spencer next to your bed. He’s holding your hand and his eyes are a little red. 

“The unsub attacked you,” he whispers clearly not trusting his own voice. It almost scares you to see Spencer like this. He’s nothing near his rambling self. 

“I’m sorry,” you say reaching over and taking the glass of water on your bed stand. 

“Why are you sorry?” Spencer asks a little louder confused. 

“Because I made you worried,” you state before gulping down the water. He just sighs and stands up to kiss your forehead. Once he’s seated again you begin to smile. 

“Tell me something clever, Spence.” You want to take his mind off of you in a hospital, because you’re going to be fine, and he doesn’t need to worry. He thinks for a second before smiling. 

“In ancient Rome, men would hold each other’s testicle as an oath of allegiance. Furthermore, when men held their own testicles during a public testimony, it meant they were being honest.” You can’t help but laugh at that ridiculous fact.

“It still makes no sense to me that you know so many things. I wish I was that clever,” you say and you’re happy you’ve succeeded distracting him. 

“You have other qualities,” Spencer just says and you’re happy he isn’t one of those people who try to tell you what they think you want to hear. He just says what’s on his mind. 

“The team is waiting outside,” Spencer says getting up to inform them that you’re awake. Not long after they’re all in your room.

“Shouldn’t you guys be on a case?” you ask noticing that every single one of them is here. Prentiss, Garcia, Aaron, Morgan, JJ and Rossi. 

“Not until you’re back on your feet. We need our best profiler,” Morgan smiles and you feel the comment warm your heart. This team is like your family. You sit up straight ready to leave the bed, but Spencer pushes you back. 

“The doctors said you needed to stay in bed,” he says with worried eyes. He holds your hand but you can’t help but feel a little annoyed. You’ve never been the one to sit still. You need to be doing something and you want to get back in the field. 

“When have any of us ever done what the doctors said?”  

XX

We go together or we don’t go down at all.

Request: Heyy so like could I get a Hotch-centric short on like PTSD? Just like how even though we’re in season 11, the season 5 stuff still sticks with him?

TRIGGER WARNING.. PTSD….TRIGGER WARNING…PTSD

Rating: PG

Pairs: Y/N, Hotch

This is my first time writing a PTSD stint, so please have mercy upon my soul! ~AdminAnna

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“He likes (Y/H/C) girls.” Derek continued to the room of policeman, “He grabs them, takes them home and over period of 1 week, beats them, mutilates them and then finally strangling them. All the victims seemed to have been at Casey’s, a local bar downtown, at least twice in the week before they were taken. We think he has some connection with this bar that has yet to found. Be vigilant and on the look out. We’re posting extra men around that area just to be safe. Thank you.”

They all dispersed. You’d traveled to Huston, TX to hunt down a killer who was taking women from a specific bar. You’d checked out all the employees, records of the bar and the owner but you’d found nothing. Women were still dying. It made the whole team on edge. Even Spencer had snapped at someone a couple times. You couldn’t have even explained how useless you felt.

You exhaled, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. Taking a tighter grip on your cup, you and the rest of the team went into the conference room. All were quiet for a few moments, trying desperately to gather our thoughts. Trying to think of something new.

“Okay,” JJ exhaled sharply, “Lets go over everything one more time.”

“This guy takes (Y/H/C) girls from the most popular bar downtown. He’s killed-“ Emily flipped open the folder, “-ten over the last four months. We-“

“Have you guys noticed,” Spencer interrupted, unsurprisingly, “That all the girls look like (Y/N).”

7 pairs of eyes immediately looked at the pictures.

“Its not too far off. But the hairs longer,” Rossi agreed hesitantly, “Look I really doubt that its on purpose.”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” Spencer backtracked quickly, standing, “What if we sent (Y/N) in undercover. Make him chose her.”

You felt your eyebrows raise in surprise. You looked back at the victim board. Spencer was right, they all looked smilier to you. You were definitely one of his ‘type’.

“Not a bad idea,” Emily agreed, “We’ll give her hair extensions, so its about the same length, and send her to Caseys.”

“How do you feel about this (Y/N)?”

Shrugging, you replied, “Backup in there would make me feel better. But I know I can pull it off.”

Derek waved you off, laughing, “Of course you’ll have backup Ms. Crazy. The first sign of someone trying to grab you and we’re all over that bastard.”

Suddenly, you heard a door slam against the wall. You looked over quickly just to catch the end of Hotch’s suit fly out the door. He had fled. You quickly dropped your papers on the table and ran after him. He had gotten ahead of you, so you didn’t know which room he’d stolen into. It took your ten minutes before you finally found him. You opened the door slowly.

“Aaron,” You said softly, “Aaron what’s wrong?”

His forehead was pressed against the wall, his back too you. His fists were curled at his sides. His breathing was ragged, and harsh. You could feel the stress radiating off of him. In the couple months you’d been seeing each other, you’d gotten to know him better then anyone. You could tell he was about to flip.

“Hey. Talk to me. What made you so upset?”

He spun around, stalking toward you like a lion. He grabbed your face in his large hands, his grip tight. He looked almost wild. You looked straight into his eyes. They were so clouded with different emotions you couldn’t pick out just one. 

“You’re not going.” He hissed at me, “There’s no way I’m letting you go.”

“I have to. More people could die,” You argued.

“You’re gunna end up like her. You’re going to die, to leave me. You can’t. You can’t do that to me again. It can’t happen to me again.” He yelled.

You understood. It was about her, about Hailey. You laid your hands carefully on his waist. You moved them slowly up his chest, into his thick hair. One of his favorite things was to have your fingers in his hair. You rubbed his head slowly, trying to calm him. You tried to remind him you were okay, in front of him.

“Aaron,” You whispered, “That’s not going to happen to me. He’s not going to kidnap me.”

He pushed you away slightly, turning his back to you again, “Can you guarantee that? Can you promise me nothings ever going to happen to you?”

 He stood rigid, almost like a tree. He wasn’t moving. You could tell he was having flashbacks.

“Its okay that you’re scared. And you’re right. I can’t promise something won’t ever happen to me. This is the job we do, the life we live,” You tried to sooth him, “But it’ll be okay this time. I’ve got you guys right there to protect me from him. He won’t get his chance.”

You could see his shoulders softening a little. You came up next to him, taking his hand. He didn’t open his eyes. You lead him over to the nearest chair so he could sit down. Before you could even inch away, he pulled you down onto his lap. He told you there’d be no affection at the office so this surprised you, but you definitely didn’t mind. He tucked your head under his chin, cradling you close.

“I’m sorry,” He breathed, “I’m sorry this happened again.”

You smiled, leaning back to look up at him, “Its okay. We’re in this together. Like always.”

You used your thumb to trace over the worry lines in the forehead, around his eyebrows that were always the giver-away of his emotions and down his cheek. He finally opened his eyes again.

“Together.” He affirmed, pressed his now dry lips against yours.

Note: this is the last part to He’s Not The One! I’ve enjoyed writing this and i wanted to leave it with a happy ending. please, leave feedback! thank you! .c

/He’s Not The One Part 4/


Beep. Beep. Beep.

The steady beat of your heart sounded through the medic room, the only thing Bucky could focus on. His hand was tightly held over yours, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. He thinks of nothing but you, he looks at nothing but you, he loves nothing but you. You’re everything to him. The thought of losing you has him sick to his stomach. His biggest fear is being without you.

You saved him. When you arrived here and walked into his life, everyone’s life, he knew you’d be his favorite girl. He knew how much you had been through and he wanted to know everything about you. So, day in and day out, he would watch you and listen to everything you had to say. He’d be wherever you were. Steve noticed his attached behavior towards you, but he never said anything because he didn’t want to scare Bucky out of opening up to someone.

Bucky learned about your past with HYDRA. He learned your middle name, your mothers favorite book to read when it was raining outside, your favorite flower. He learned how you like your coffee, how much you love the taste of pizza after eating a peppermint. He learned everything about you and he was falling for you fast and hard. He was scared.

He fell in love with you long before Jeremy came around. When he did, his world came crashing down. Food had no taste, the day was his enemy, and his nightmares no longer consisted of his dark past with HYDRA, but his dark present without you. He hated himself for not stepping up when you were available, but he had to take things slow. He didn’t want to scare you away.

He wanted to keep you safe, that’s all he ever wanted. Jeremy called him a freak, a monster, someone who could never be loved. Bucky knew he was this freakishly fucked up man. But you never let him believe that. Bucky was totally different from the Winter Soldier. Bucky cared, he felt, he loved.

There were days when you were hanging out with Jeremy in the tower, and when Bucky entered the room, he could feel the love radiating off of your body when you looked his way. He saw it in your eyes, he heard it in your angelic voice. You didn’t know it yourself yet, but Bucky did. You loved him.

Panic attacks were a common thing with you and Bucky always helped with those, never leaving your side until he knew you were one hundred percent again. The times he wasn’t there, which were few, he felt like he had failed you. He’s supposed to keep you safe. He made that his top priority on missions and in everyday life. When you were sick, he took care of you. When you got injured on a mission, he patched you up and was by your side until you healed.

He wanted so badly to tell you how he felt about you. He would watch you with that prick and he’d try so hard not to break you two up because something about Jeremy made you like him. He knew he couldn’t be selfish with you. If he couldn’t keep you safe as a lover, he would keep you safe as a friend who loves you.

Now, your pale and fragile body lay beneath a white blanket. He couldn’t keep you safe from the man he hated most. He blames himself for everything. He knew he shouldn’t have left you alone in that coffee shop and when Jeremy came back, he should’ve killed him then and there. But he didn’t want you to see him like that. Missions were different, but cold murder is something far more real.

He shouldn’t have let you walk away with Jeremy, he should’ve stayed close by, ready to save you at any moment you were put in danger. He knew you were more than capable of handling yourself, so when you said you’ll talk to Jeremy, he knew that he couldn’t stop you. He still gave you your freedom. But he knows that was too much. Now you’re in the medic room, a bullet wound to show his mistake forever.

Bucky could never explain to you how much you mean to him. Words will never be enough. He will devote his life to showing you how much he loves you.

A voice brought Bucky out of his thoughts of you. “Bucky, you need to sleep. You look exhausted.” Steve walked up, worried about his best friend. He was also worried about his other best friend. His body felt numb, he felt useless. It’s a waiting game now, there’s nothing that anyone can do.

“She hasn’t woken up yet. Her blood was replaced, I gave it to her. The wound has been taken care of. Why hasn’t she woken up, Steve?” Bucky’s voice came out ragged, his breath uneven. He was scared that you were never going to come back to him.

Bucky’s eyes were on your closed ones, praying to God or whoever was out there in the universe that you’d wake up soon. It’s been two days since he’s seen your beautiful eyes, two days since he’s heard your beautiful voice, two days since he’s seen your beautiful smile.

Two long, tortuous days.

“Bruce said she went into shock, and given her nervous system with panic attacks, she needs to regain that energy back. She’s alright, Buck.” Steve patted Bucky’s shoulder, sighing. Nothing Steve was saying to him was making him feel any better about this. “I’m supposed to keep her safe.” Bucky sobbed, his heart aching.

Steve pulled up a chair on the opposite side of your bed, looking down at you. Tears brimmed his eyes, as well. He cared for you as everyone else did. The others were just as worried, just as regretful. Tony even locked himself in his lab that whole night, cursing and trying to get FRIDAY’s system back up, but had to take a break and let his own emotions flow freely. You were like a daughter to him.

“None of us were expecting this, Buck. I had him in my arms and never thought to check him for any weapons.” Steve’s throat formed a lump. He blames himself just as much as Bucky does. He never would’ve imagined that Jeremy would put you in danger, or try to kill you. He knew how big of an asshole Jeremy was, but this never crossed his mind.

Bucky looked to his friend. “Where is he?” His voice was dripping with anger. He’d been here beside you the whole time, he didn’t have any updates. Steve met Bucky’s eyes, sighing. “He’s behind bars. Tony wouldn’t leave until he saw him in a cell. He won’t get near her ever again.”

Bucky shifted in his seat, his eyes going to your face for a split second before going back to Steve’s. “I want him dead. He doesn’t deserve to live.” Steve shook his head. “You can’t do that. You can’t protect her if you’re behind bars, too.” Bucky knew Steve was right, but he’ll never feel at ease with that bastard still breathing. Footsteps echoed throughout the room along with the steady beeping of the heart monitor you were hooked up to.

“Nothing yet?” Nat’s voice whispered, almost inaudible. She walked around Bucky to you, her fingers caressing along your hairline. “No, not yet.” Natasha sighed, wiping away tears she had been shedding for days now. She had Jeremy at gunpoint, she should’ve ended him right there, but she didn’t. And because of that, your life was put on the line. She’ll never forgive herself.

“She’ll come around. She’s tough.” Bucky nodded, silently agreeing with Natasha. He watched his fellow teammate stare down at your still body, her eyes were bloodshot and puffy, much like Bucky’s and Steve’s. Everyone was worried about you. In the time that you’ve been on this team, you’ve captured everyone’s hearts. They’d all be lost without you.

Clint walked in, standing at the end of your bed. “Steve, Tony is requesting you and Nat. There’s a mission next week and he has to go over it with you guys.” Nat and Steve nodded, wishing they could stay here with you and Bucky, but duty calls and they have to answer, regardless.

Not long after the others left the room, Bucky lifted your hand up, placing gentle kisses along your small hand. Your heart monitor started going crazy, beeping faster than usual. Bucky shot up out of his seat, pressing the red button to alert Bruce of anything.

Bucky dropped your hand, moving his to your face. He saw no movement, just your chest peacefully rising and falling. “What’s happening!?” Bruce said, rushing to Bucky’s side. “I-I, her heart, I lifted her hand and was-I kissed it and her heart monitor went crazy.” Bucky was out of breath, his own heart racing.

Bruce checked everything out, putting it simply, he said, “It’s just you. She’s coming around, I bet she can hear us now. She felt you. Talk to her, she should be awake soon.” Bucky’s eyes filled with tears as he nodded, his hand going back to yours again. His body was shaking, his heart nearly beating out of his chest.

Bruce stayed just in case you woke up and had a panic attack. He said it was possible for someone to jolt awake and go into shock after being still for so long after a traumatic event. Bucky sniffled, his lips pressing another kiss your hand.

“Y/N, it’s Bucky. Doll, please, wake up.” Bucky begged gently. He suddenly felt your fingers twitch in his hand. He smiled and his heart could’ve burst through his chest at the movement. “That’s it, Doll. Come back to me.” Bucky’s voice broke at the end, he was on the verge of full on crying. “Y/N, please, I’m begging you.”  

Your eyes fluttered, slowly opening. You looked around you, squinting your eyes from the bright lights above you. “Y/N!” You looked up at Bucky, your eyes filling with tears. “Bucky.” Your voice came out weak and soft, but Bucky had never been happier to hear it.

Bucky shushed you, pushing you back down gently when you tried to reach out to him. The pain in your side stopped you from doing so. “Take it easy, Doll. You’re okay.” Bucky leaned down, placing a kiss on your forehead. He rested his against it, looking into your eyes. “God, you’re so beautiful. I’m so glad you’re awake.” Bucky’s voice shook, his hands cupping your cheeks. “I thought I lost you.”

Bruce walked over to Bucky, patting him on his back. “Welcome back, little trooper.” You smiled at Bruce, his eyes threatening to spill with tears. “You’ll be back on your feet in no time.” You nodded. “Thanks, Bruce.” You knew by the looks of it, he had been taking care of you all this time. He had bags under his eyes and he sounded tired, but he’d stop at nothing to make sure you were alright.

You looked back at Bucky and he was rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs, his cheeks soaked with tears. You wiped away Bucky’s tears, letting a few of your own fall. “I love you, Bucky.” You saw Bucky’s face light up and his eyes sparkle. “I love you too, Doll.” Bucky pulled you in for a passionate kiss, his hands holding you closer to him.

The door flew open, everyone piling in at once. “Y/N, you’re awake!” Wanda squealed, running towards you with Vision by her side. “Welcome back, miss Y/N.” You smiled widely and Bucky helped you sit up, the pain in your side making you wince. You gave each of them a loving hug which they returned.

“It’s about time. We missed having a little avenger running around.” Sam smiled, standing at the end of your bed. “We’re so glad you’re okay, Y/N.” Tony said, his hand resting on Steve’s shoulder. Steve looked at you, his eyebrows knitted together. He looked tired, as well. He seemed almost scared to approach you, afraid you’d yell at him for his mistake.

You reached your arms out to him, inviting him into your embrace. You already knew he was beating himself up about this just like Bucky. Steve bent down to you, engulfing you in a gentle hug. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” You rubbed his back, feeling him shake a little. “I’m alright, Steve. It wasn’t expected. I don’t blame you.” Steve sniffled and you felt him smile against your cheek.

When he pulled away, you placed a light kiss to his cheek. He blushed, of course, and you smiled as he went back to his original spot. You sighed, looking around at everyone. Clint stepped up, his hands in his pockets. “Looks like I still have to deal with you stealing my arrows.” You smiled and laughed, stopping when your side hurt. “Ouch, don’t make me laugh, you nerd.” Clint laughed at that, missing your witty comebacks.

You looked over at Natasha, seeing her face full of pain and regret. “Nat..” You trailed off, reaching your hand out to her. “I thought I lost you.” She hugged you carefully. You hugged her back, your hand resting in her soft red locks. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve known.” You sniffled and hugged her tighter, your eyes burning with tears once again. “I don’t blame you, either. It’s nobody’s fault.” She pulled back and kissed your forehead, feeling grateful that you didn’t hate her.

Everyone in the room was so happy you were okay, most of all Bucky. He looked at you with passion and adoration, feeling so lucky that he met you. After everything you’ve been through, you still had a smile on your face. The room was full of laughter and emotions. They were all happy to see your bright eyes again, something they never knew they’d miss.


It’s been a few days since you were finally able to leave the medic room. Bruce wants you to take it easy for a few weeks and to come in every Monday and Friday for a check-up. Bucky offered to join you and you gladly accepted, knowing he’d want to be there for you and be informed about how your body is healing and if you needed any further medical assistance.

You were currently sitting in the kitchen, eating breakfast. You hadn’t seen Bucky around all morning and it was almost time for you to go see Bruce. You tried texting him, but he never answered. With a sigh, you put your empty plate in the sink and made your way to the elevator, hoping Bucky would meet you there.

Before you could step in, you were greeted by a dozen red roses, chocolates, and a smiling Bucky. “Doll! You’re awake!” You blushed and moved so Bucky could step out of the elevator. He placed a kiss to your forehead and handed you the gifts. “Bucky, what’s all of this for?” You gladly took the chocolates and roses, smelling your favorite flower.

Bucky blushed and walked you into the common room. He sat you down on the couch carefully, not wanting to cause you any pain. You’re still in the early stages of healing. “I wanted to ask you something.” Bucky wiped his flesh on his pants, obviously nervous. You smiled and set your gifts down when he reached for your hands. You felt anxious, noticing how flushed his cheeks were and how sweaty his hand was.

“Doll, will you be my girlfriend?” Your eyes widened and your heart started racing wildly. Bucky’s hands squeezed yours and you giggled. “Yes, I will!” Bucky sighed a breath of relief and you pulled him to you, pressing your lips to his. “It’s official now. You’re mine forever.” Bucky whispered, his hands holding you tightly.

“I love you so much, Bucky.” He held your face in his hands, looking down at you. “I love you so much more, Doll.” Suddenly, you heard cheers and clapping in the room. You and Bucky jumped and turned to see the whole team smiling. “Congrats guys!” “Finally!” “Yes, get it IN Bucky!” You blushed at their outbursts, hiding your face in Bucky’s neck.

After all this time, you never knew how much this man would mean to you. You’ll always regret being with the wrong guy, but you’ll spend forever making up for lost time. There was no doubt in your mind that Bucky Barnes was the one. 

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Imagine having a snowball fight with Woozi and Seventeen.

BONUS: After an hour of playing, everyone is exhausted but you and Woozi are still throwing snowballs at each other. Seeing this, the other members of Seventeen end up leaving you two to be in your world as they go back indoor to warm up.

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Imagine Steve finally admitting he is wrong for controlling Bucky’s life, tells him he is better off being happy, although Clint still is your mentor. Natasha calls in for aid on a mission that you are on, Bucky see’s you on the battlefield and everything is revealed. {Part ONE, TWO & THREE} (4/4)

Ever since Bucky admitted his feelings for you the whole situation got worse, Bucky couldn’t breath let alone think without you around, only Steve made sure you weren’t around. He needed you like oxygen, he craved to see you a smile even for a second or hear your laugh even if he was standing outside the room you are in; he needed you, that much was true, everyone could see it. 

“Bucky?” His eyes met with Steve’s, judging by the softness of his friends voice it was serious talk time, he could just tell by the way he shifted onto different feet that it was about you “I know I haven’t been your favourite person over these…weeks, I just want you to know I thought I had your best interests at heart, I would never do something to intentionally hurt or betray you” Steve tells him sincerely and Bucky nods slowly “I’ve not been a very good friend, have I?” he sighed finally, arms falling in defeat, a look of pure lose and pain. 

“Listen, punk” Bucky begins “I know why you’ve been doing what you’ve been doing, no need to explain to me, alright?” Bucky smiles slightly, Steve nods and sits down beside Bucky, it’s silent for a few seconds. 

“Well, when (Y/N) get’s back…. myself and Tony don’t mind you picking things up where they left off” Steve tells Bucky, his breathing stops and he looks at Steve who smiling at Bucky “I shouldn’t be trying to control you, I should be helping you, encouraging you to be human” he chuckled.

“If I start controlling your life, I’m no better than HYDRA” Bucky hugged Steve tightly, surprising the blond at first but he eventually patted Bucky’s back “one condition, Clint is still her trainer, that way… professional life is taken away. It seems better having another team member be her mentor than her boyfriend” he nudged, Bucky chuckled. 

“Guys, suit up” Tony walks into the main room, both soldiers frown “Natasha is requesting aid on the mission, heavy fire power, unexpected for a base this small; it’s just her and (Y/N) out there” he explains, Bucky stands up instantly “yo, I get we allowed you to be a thing now but you still need to recover” Tony tries to stop Bucky, who glares at him, Stark holds up his hands in defeat “if you open those stitches I’m telling Brucie on you” he tauntingly calls out. 

“Why isn’t (Y/N) using her powers?” Bucky asks Tony, who glances at Steve, Bucky frowns at them “she can use her powers? She’s been improving, Clint tells me she has, we don’t even need to go if you give her the go ahead” Bucky tells Steve “just trust her, don’t treat her like a child, she isn’t one” he pleads.
“Until I know for certain her powers are safe, she isn’t using them on any mission, I told Natasha not to allow it” Bucky sighs.

*
“A simple in and out the said, you’ll be able to hand it they said, like fuck I said” you called out to Natasha, who simply chuckled at you, you grinned as you peaked and nearly got shot in the head “this would be a lot simpler if you allowed me to use my powers” you called out, Natasha gave you a look, you sighed gently “I got them sorta under control, I’m sure I won’t kill you, maybe minorly injure you” she nudged you, shooting two HYDRA agents. 

Tony showed up in a nick of time “Heavy fire power? Really, Romanoff?” Tony asked into the comms, you dryly chuckled at that, Natasha muttering something in Russian; you gathered it was a minor death threat. 

The rest showed up not a minute later, yourself and Natasha joining in on the fight, you knew Bucky would show up and that already hindered your reaction time, you were too busy wondering why Bucky came along when he should be recovering. You could hear Bucky calling out to you, you ignored his voice and carried on shooting the HYDRA agents in front of you when he was no more than three feet away did you turn around. 

“I love you” he called and you frowned for a moment, what kind of talk is that? Especially in front of Steve and Tony, wouldn’t they be mad that he could be compromising a mission, a mission they sent you on to be away from him. 

Unless, as soon as you heard Steve’s encouragements through the comms did you know what happened when you were away, he just grinned and walked to you. Forgetting the fighting, bullets and mission for a few seconds, Bucky kissed you. It was like the first time he kissed you, rushed and nervous, but perfect none the less. Bucky raised his arm and shot a HYDRA agent in the head before deepening the kiss, although you chuckled, always so alert even when kissing someone.

You breathed heavily “we should help the others” you whisper, he nodded although neither of you moves until Natasha calls for aid and you kiss his cheek before running off to help her. Tony starts laying out ground-rules for you both, no PDA, no kissing on missions and honestly Bucky laughs through the comms, its a sound you have missed, even though its static and not heard in person; it’s a nice sound. 

You were fighting hand-to-hand with a HYDRA agent, Natasha only a few feet away, after pinning him to the floor and knocking him out you glance up at Natasha, who yells for you to turn around. 

You do, jumping a HYDRA agent is a few inches from you, gun pressed to your gut and you hear the fire. You faintly hear Natasha yell and see the HYDRA agent fall also, you stand on wobbly legs and feel a warmth drip down, everything is a little hazy and slow… so slow. You choke back whatever wants to come up through your throat, blood most likely, it’s not painful but you think its the adrenaline rush that’s easing you.

“NO, NO, NO” Bucky yells running to you, making it just in time to catch you when your knee’s buckle but he slowly eases you both to the ground, cradling you as Natasha calls for Bruce “c’mon pull through (Y/N)” he whispers, your (E/C) eyes drift to Bucky’s, unable to say any words but you smile at him, his tears are already falling “Steve gave us the go ahead, you can’t leave now, we can be happy now” he pleads to you, you nod shakily, but Bucky watches as the life drains from your eyes and it’s so slow that Bucky feels his heart slowing also, almost willing to stop with your own. 

The world stops, well for Bucky, the firing stops and it’s silent as he cradles your body so close to his own. His face buried in your hair as he cries, heart aching sobs, Natasha sits from a far just watching not really knowing what to say or do, knowing this could have been all avoided if she allowed you to use your powers; if she just trusted you, you wouldn’t have needed back-up, instead you followed her’s and Steve’s orders. 

“Bucky, we gotta move her” Steve whispers softly, Bucky instantly stops, he’s quiet for a few seconds and looks at Steve.

“You should have trusted her, you should have trusted me, why couldn’t you just leave us alone?” he asked, Steve was about to talk “YOU’VE DONE ENOUGH, ROGERS, BACK OFF!” He yelled, everyone jumps and Steve backs away, standing beside Natasha as Bruce kneels down beside Bucky. 

“Can you wake her up?” His voice is small, almost unheard and Bruce has never seen such a look on anyone, he wished he could make Bucky feel better. 

“I’m a doctor, not a God” Bucky snaps his eyes to Thor, who shakes his head, Bucky cries silently but nods. 

(I am so sorry, I forgot to mention this ended with angst, I had you all believing it would be happy and fluffy, I have never felt more guilty or sad about something. Um, please love me? - Ro)