Bee

He shifted a bit in discomfort, waiting for Tamara's initial shock to pass. He let out an ironic laugh when she asked why he didn’t go to the hospital. ❝I’d walk out of there in handcuffs. I'm sure a good percentage of the prosthetic is either illegal or not approved in some states. Besides… they wouldn’t understand my technology, and they'd probably take what’s left of my leg❞ he said, grumbling, his mood even worse than usual. ❝You're the only option I've got left❞

Closed starter for @cbindievrs || Toby and Chase

Chase stopped when they reached Toby's room, which was right next to Chase's. They had just finished breakfast at the hotel. When Toby said that, Chase nodded, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him into his room, unlocking it with the card and opening the door. Chase immediately went to his nightstand beside the bed, opening the drawer and taking out some papers. ❝I think our intuitions are working together❞ he said, handing a paper to Toby. ❝Hotch said this mission was organized by Shepherd. Do you recognize the name of the person who made the reservations? Neither do I. It wasn't Shepherd or anyone from his team. Someone wants us here, and Hotch fell right into it by accepting the mission❞

Cont. from @cbindievrs || Maria and Chase (x)

He sighed. Chase had dealt with complications in some cases before, and he’d always managed to get through them without worrying Maria, and that was his plan again. ❝I don’t know, love. Maybe a week. I don’t think we’ll be there longer than that❞ he answered honestly. ❝When we close this case, I’ll take a couple of days off. We can spend the whole day like this if you want. Just you and me. I promise❞

He sighed. He wanted to say he trusted her, but he didn’t want to drag the conversation out, so he quickly nodded when she suggested they try to make the night better. He chuckled softly when she mentioned the take out choice, then brought one of his hands to her face, pulling her close by her face and hip to sit her on his lap. ❝That’s a great idea. I don’t want you to leave❞

@cbindievrs

Bucky frowned and took a moment to realize she was talking about his arm. ❝No❞ he replied, trying to be polite. James didn’t really know how this whole dealing with people thing worked; he was terrible at it. Especially with younger ones. ❝It’s okay. I get that one a lot❞

"And you didn't say anything?" She asked in disbelief. "You were waiting for what?" Did he even want to fix this? Asteria didn't know if this answer made her even more upset and frustrated. "I don't love him, he's no one" she said dismissively, because that's how she genuinely thought. It was a nobody who said the right thing at the right time (a moment of extreme vulnerability). The redhead rubbed her face with both hands, a visible sign of her frustration.

He stayed silent when questioned. She had a point, but after so many months, maybe Dash had just accepted that things would never be the same as before.

muse: Francis Beaumont.

Rain was right, this wasn't fair and he knew that but he selfishly couldn't let her go through with this either without at least trying to let her know how he felt. What he expected was for her to shut the door in his face and call it a night so he was very much surprised when she offered to let him in. Without another word he stepped inside her place. "Sure.." He told her quietly, unsure if he could exactly clear his head any more than it already was. He followed her into the kitchen "I'm sorry Rain."

She forced herself to stay busy with the tea, her eyes fixed on the mugs, even though it was an easy task that didn’t really require much concentration. ❝There’s nothing to apologize for❞ she said softly, avoiding looking at him. Bad idea to invite him in. Rain picked up the mugs and placed them on the counter in front of him, pulling hers closer and taking a sip. ❝I don’t know why I let you in, I don’t have much to say to you❞ she was honest, but now that she was looking at him, her eyes couldn’t look away.

She didn't know what she wanted to hear either, all she knew was this was just unbearable. They didn't speak anymore, so why on earth did they stick together, pretending nothing happened or that they were just roomates. However, when he said that 'he didn't think it was that bad', her eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and disbeleif.

❝Yeah, but I thought it was "we need couples therapy" bad, not "I slept with another guy" bad❞ he said, his voice raising a bit more. He was hating this situation and getting increasingly frustrated with himself, realizing he could have done something to prevent it from blowing up like this.

When she gave him space, Vincent entered, limping on his prosthetic leg and trying to mask the grimace of pain that bothered him. When he stopped, he sighed. ❝Pretty much. Are you attached to the couch? I hope not❞ he said, sitting down on the couch and placing his bad leg there, pulling up his pant leg to reveal where the prosthetic started, just above the knee. The flesh connecting to the prosthetic looked terrible, infected and he didn’t know with what. ❝I need your help to get this thing off me❞ Vince said, looking back at her.

Alison let out a breath, closing her eyes as he kissed her. She thought she would feel relieved when he agreed, though now she was just worried, worried he had caved to end the conversation.