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It was your 5th anniversary with Billy and he was usually one to go all out for the special occasion. He had kept you around for five years so it really was something to celebrate for him. 

“Hello, lovely,” Billy murmurs as he pulls you close to him after coming home from work. “You look gorgeous as always.” 

“Babe, I’m in sweats,” you laugh. 

“Doesn’t make you any less beautiful.” He says. “But you need to get ready for our date tonight.”

“Yeah, I know, but I hope you know that afterwards, it’s just gonna be the same outfit I have on now.”

“Not if I have anything to say about that,” Billy smirks pulling you tighter and kissing you roughly.

You kiss him back for a moment before pulling away and making your way upstairs to change. “You can try, lover boy, but that doesn’t always mean you’ll get what you want.”

You head to your shared bedroom to change into a dress that you know Billy liked. A black lace dress with a matching lingerie set underneath. Billy follows you into the room as you change in the closet, changing out of his own grease stained jumpsuit to go shower. When you’re done changing, you smooth out your dress in the mirror before going to sit down at the vanity that Billy built for you last year. You had been doing your makeup on the floor in front of the mirror and Billy saw how much you struggled doing it. It was well made even though it was made with wood scraps that Billy had picked up from anywhere. He gifted it to you for your last anniversary and it had definitely been well loved in that time.

You put on your makeup, making sure to put on a lightly tinted chapstick just in case. By the time you’re done, Billy is done getting dressed and walks out of the closet.

“Damn babe. Lookin’ good.” Billy says, coming up behind you and looking at you in the vanity mirror.

“Thank you, baby,” you say, grabbing his face and planting a kiss on his cheek. His face goes red as you pull away. As much as he liked to play macho man, he really was just a big softie who needed as much love as anyone else. His hand goes up to his cheek and he gives a small grin. Even if you were wearing bright red lipstick, there’s no way that Billy would wipe it off. It was like a sign that he was all yours.

“Well, are you ready?” He asks. You smile and nod.

“I can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned, lover boy.”

Billy rolls his eyes with a smile and you two head to his Camaro. Ever since you’ve started dating, you haven’t opened a door for yourself when you’re together. It’s just something that Billy would always do for you. He opens the door and you slide in the passenger side. Billy looks to make sure that nothing will get caught in the door before closing it and getting in the driver’s side.

It’s about a ten minute drive until Billy pulls into the nicest restaurant in town, La Vie Charmante.

“Wait, Billy, this is La Vie Charmante. What are we doing here?” You ask, practically pressing your face against the window of the car.

“We have a reservation. Happy Anniversary, love.” Billy smiles at your enthusiasm before he goes around to get your door. 

You walk into the restaurant hand in hand, as Billy tells the host his name for the reservation. The host grabs menus and leads you into the dining room. It’s beautiful. Flowers are on every table, music plays softly in the background, it’s like a dream. As you’re admiring the decor, you suddenly realize that you’re being lead to the back of the dining room through a set of doors. You look at Billy and he just winks at you with a sly smile. You look past the host and see him leading you to a gazebo in the garden. The host pulls out your chair for you as Billy takes his seat.

“We actually have a set menu for this evening,” the host says, before giving you the night’s menu and walking away.

There’s lanterns with candles set up and chains of flowers wrapped around the gazebo. 

“Billy,” you whisper. “How the hell did you get a reservation for this place? And why? Can we even afford this?”

Billy cuts you off with a wave of his hand. “I got a reservation a very long time ago because it’s our anniversary and you deserve the best. And don’t worry about the money, I’ve got it covered. It’s why I’ve been working overtime.”

“Baby...you didn’t have to do this. I would have been perfectly content with staying home and doing nothing, as long as I get to do it with you.”

“I know, I know, but it’s 5 years of us. From high school to now, it’s crazy that you’ve stayed with me for so long through so much.” Billy says, taking your hand from across the table. He rubs a thumb across the back of your hand, instantly making you relax. He looks at you with the most loving look in his eyes. It’s as if you’re the only thing in the universe at that moment. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” you whisper back.

The two of you get through dinner, laughing and reminiscing about the two of you.

“Do you remember when you met my parents?” You laugh as Billy throws a hand over his eyes. You take another bite of the souffle and smile at him.

“Yes, I remember. How could I forget what your dad said to me?” In a very awful impression he says, “don’t you dare try anything with my daughter. I have a gun and a shovel and I know how to use them.”

He laughs at the memory and puts down his dessert spoon. “I hope you know that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, (Y/N).” 

“Aww, Billy. I know,” you say cockily, giving him a little shrug with a smile. “I’m just kidding, baby. The same goes for you. You’re my everything.”

You take his hand and he kisses your knuckles. “You’re everything I dreamed of.”

You can feel the blush rise up your cheeks as you look down at the table. Even after 5 years, he still knows how to make you blush. When you look back up, Billy is sitting there with a small velvet box in his hand. He flips the lid open and reveals a beautifully simple diamond ring. It’s a thin white gold band with a single diamond on the top. He lets go of your hand and gets down on one knee in front of you.

Tears start to well up in your eyes as your hand goes over your mouth, muffling a sob.

“I know it’s not much, but you, (Y/N), are the love of my life, the one thing that keeps me going every day. I can’t imagine my life without you...will you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?” You can hear him start to get choked up as he asks.

All you can do is nod. “Yes, Billy, yes, of course.”

He takes the ring out of the box and goes to place it on your shaking hand. Once he finally gets it on, you pull his face into yours and kiss him like there will be no tomorrow. You pull away and take a good look at the ring. It’s beautiful and just the right size.

“I love it, Billy. It’s perfect. But, how did you know my ring size?” You ask.

He digs into his pocket, searching for something. “I may or may not have taken one of your favorite rings to get the right size.” He finally pulls out another ring from his pocket and hands it to you.

You throw your head back and laugh. “I’ve been looking for this for, like, ever!”

“Sorry love, but at least now you’ve got one to replace it.” Billy chuckles and pulls you in for a hug before kissing your forehead. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“Hey, Byers!” You call through the hall of the school. 

Jonathan shuts his locker and holds on to one of the straps of his backpack with both hands. 

“Hey, (Y/N).” Jonathan answers.

You stop in front of him and smile. “So, I have a question for you.”

“Okay...” he says hesitantly. 

“Will you go to Prom with me tonight? I have no one to go with but I really want to go.”

Jonathan stands there and presses his lips together. “I don’t have a suit or anything, we won’t match, I don’t have a corsage-”

You roll your eyes at him. “Jonathan. I don’t care if we match, I know you have a suit, and I don’t care about corsages either. I just want to go and have a fun night. Please?”

Jonathan takes a deep breath and sighs. “Alright, fine, I’ll go,” he says. You can see a little bit of a smirk come across his face as he keeps glancing at the floor.

“Yay!” You throw you arms around his neck and hug him tightly. “Thank you so much, I’ll see you tonight at 8?” 

“8, got it.”

You rush out the doors of the school and jump into your car to head home to get ready. Jonathan stares at the ceiling tiles and just thinks about what he got himself into.

You’re sat in the bathroom, spraying an extra layer of hairspray on to your hair when your mom calls you down to take pictures of you.

“Coming!” You stand up to glance at yourself in the mirror. A sleek iridescent blue dress with puffy off-the-shoulder sleeves was your choice for the night. You adjust the sleeves and your cleavage before heading downstairs for pictures.

On the other side of town, Jonathan stares at himself in the large mirror in his mother’s room. He is in a pretty ill fitting suit; it’s too big in the shoulders and arms, the legs of his pants are too long, and he doesn’t have properly fitting shoes anymore either. It was just kind of a mish-mash of whatever he had left in his closet and what he could find in the attic. 

“Jonathan! Are you ready to go?” Joyce calls. 

“Yeah! I’m coming!” He looks over himself one last time and goes outside to meet Joyce for pictures. She snaps a few before letting him go a pick you up. “Be safe!” she yells as he pulls away.

Jonathan pulls up to your house and heads up to your door. He knocks briefly, yet the door swings open almost immediately.

“Oh, honey! Jonathan is here,” your mom opens the door a little more to reveal an awkward Jonathan standing there with his hands in his pockets but a smile on his face. Your mom takes a picture of the two of you and throws them on the stack of ones she had.

“Hey! Let’s go!” You grab his arm and pull him towards his car before your mom can take any more pictures of you. 

You two arrive at the school to find it decorated with balloons and streamers and confetti. You pull Jonathan to the dance floor and attempt to get him to dance with you. You know he would be more content sitting off to the side but he did his best to make you happy. It wasn’t long after you two arrived when the DJ decided to play something slow. 

“Dance with me?” You ask, holding your hand out to Jonathan. 

“I’m already dancing with you,” he says.

“You know what I mean, Byers,” you laugh, egging him on. He sheepishly takes your hand and place his other hand on your hip. You place your hand on his shoulder and just sway to the music. 

He keeps looking at his feet to make sure he doesn’t step on your toes but your take your hand and tilt his chin to look at you.

“Stop worrying, Byers.” You smile.

“I...I’m just nervous,” he admits. 

“Hey, it’s just me.”

“That’s why; it’s you. You make my heart pound and it feels like my heart is going to fall out of my chest every time I see you smile. The only reason why I’m here is because you asked, I wouldn’t have gone with anyone else, (Y/N).”

“Jonathan...” you whisper.

“I know it’s stupid to be pouring all of this out right before we graduate but...I love you and I can’t keep denying it-” you cut Jonathan off with a kiss. 

“I thought I was never going to hear those words come from you. I love you too, Byers. We’re in this together, okay? We’ll figure it out from here.”

You are not glass. Never have been, never will be. But Bucky seems to think that’s exactly what you are. You’ve been married for three years and he was already protective of you before then, but now since you’re seven months pregnant, you’re practically never out of his line of sight. 

You’ve been demoted to filing and processing papers from actual fighting with the team ever since Bucky found out. Sitting in the conference room, you pull up the files you need to show the team for debriefing. 

Everyone files in slowly, sitting down in their normal places as you stand at the front of the room. Your back aches the longer you stand in a tight dress but the thought of being able to go home and sit down with a bowl of ice cream is keeping you going. 

Bucky walks in last, but he walks in quickly. He comes up to you to give you a lingering kiss and placing a hand on your growing belly.

“Hello, sweetheart,” Bucky says lowly. “You look gorgeous.”

“Alright, Barnes, calm down. I need to debrief you guys then you can get handsy,” you whisper, ending your sentence with a smirk. You push his shoulder to get him to turn around and he goes to take his seat, keeping a close eye on you. 

As you get through the debriefing, you can see Bucky start to get glassy eyed. That always happens when he zones out. His head is in the palm of his hand and he’s just staring at you. 

“Thanks, (Y/N),” breaks Bucky from his trance. Steve leads everyone out and Bucky comes over to you as you lower yourself into Steve’s seat.

“I know you weren’t paying attention at all during that meeting,” you sigh, leaning back in the swivel chair.

“How can I when you look so damn gorgeous?” He kneels down in front of you and places two hands on your belly to hopefully feel his little baby move.

He gives your belly a soft kiss and moves his hands across the swell of your stomach. You place your hands on top of his and sigh at the feeling. 

“I can’t wait to get this little one out, my feet hurt.” You admit. “I need a break.”

“Well, you can have a break while you let me in on my promise.” He smirks.

“And what was that, Mr. Barnes?” 

A/N: WOW I AM HOT GARBAGE. I am so sorry, that was the longest hiatus ever. But I’m back! Hope you all enjoy my crappy writing.

Meetings are the absolute worst things ever. Sitting around a long table, listening to one person talk and point at a powerpoint slide for 15 minutes at a time was not the most entertaining thing ever. You work for a graphic design firm, so you have some creative outlet during the day, but all the logistics stuff just bores you out of your mind. You’ve become so bored with the presentation that you’ve started to doodle in your notebook. It’s just little flowers and smiley faces and Spencer’s name in cute little fonts all across the margins.

Spencer has been the only thing on your mind the entire meeting. You two have a date tonight and you just can’t wait to have a night alone together. As you’re stuck in your little daydream, your boss calls for a break. You bolt out of the stuffy conference room to the outside of the building, calling Spencer as you make your way through the set of glass doors.

“Hello?” Spencer’s voice fills your ears, making your heart rate pick up a little bit.

“Hey, it’s me,” you say as you lean up against the brick wall behind you. 

“Oh, hey, how’s the meeting?” He asks. He remembered you complaining about it last night.

“I want to stab everyone in there,” you admit with a breathy laugh. Work is work and you’re grateful for your job letting you have some creative ideas, but there were days when you just wanted to leave it all and run away with Spencer. 

“Well, just don’t get blood on your dress, we have dinner reservations at 7 tonight,” he laughs. You can hear papers shuffling around in the background and you can tell he’s working on a case.

“You know, I love you for enabling me,” you smile as you check your watch, the break is almost over. 

“I love you too,” he chuckles. “I assume your break is almost done so I’ll let you go.”

“You are magical Dr. Reid. I love you and I’ll call you later,” you say goodbye and rush back upstairs to your meeting. 

The meeting runs long and you’re late for your date with Spencer. You check your watch once again and continue bouncing your leg up and down, glancing at the door every couple of seconds. Your boss finally calls the meeting and you gather your things and attempt to run out the door as fast as you can but you can hear your name being called from behind you. Your steps slow and you sigh before turning around with a large smile on your face.

“Yes, sir. What can I do for you?” You ask, gripping your laptop and papers to your chest even tighter as time goes on.

“(Y/N), I need you to do something for me. You are going to be the new head of the magazine product ad. I need it by noon tomorrow.” He says, turning off his laptop and turning to face you.

Your eyes go wide. This was a huge opportunity since the last head of the team was fired, but it was almost impossible to get it done in one night. “Sir, I’m honored, but-”

“Wonderful, I’ll expect it on my desk by tomorrow. Have a good night, (Y/N).” He leaves the conference room and closes the door behind him.

You set your things down, feeling incredibly awful about having to give Spencer a raincheck on your date that you’ve been planning for weeks. You check your phone and you have several missed texts and two missed calls from Spencer. 

“Shit.” You call Spencer back and he picks up immediately. 

“Hey, is everything okay? You didn’t tell me you were going to be late. Did something happen at work? Do you need me to come and get you?” It was question after question until you finally cut him off.

“Spencer! I’m fine, everything’s fine,” you sigh. “My boss just assigned me a huge project that he wants by tomorrow, I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, it’s okay.” You could feel the disappointment through the phone. “I guess we’ll raincheck again.”

“I’m sorry, Spence. I promise we’ll do something soon.” You say. “I need to get started on this project, I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Okay, I love you,” Spencer huffs. 

“I love you too,” you hang up and open your laptop to start up some music. It was going to be a long night.

Not even an hour later, your head is repeatedly hitting the desk every few seconds. It was like your brain had died and you were trying to jumpstart it again. You grabbed the bag of chips next to you before putting it down again, it was just something to do besides work on this project. You groan and throw your head back as you rub your eyes. Your phone rings and you groan again. Who could be calling you this late?

Spencer.

“Hey, what’s up?” You swivel side to side in the conference chairs, staring at the ceiling.

“Are you still working on the project?” He asks. You can hear a car door close so you assume that he ate alone and just got home. 

It was as if you haven’t even started. Ideas were scrapped over and over again. You would start, then start over because you weren’t happy with where it was going. It was frustrating. “Yeah, it’s going.”

“Have you eaten yet?” You hear an elevator ding in the background.

“Does a bag of chips count as a dinner?” You chuckle, pushing the bag around the conference table.

You can hear Spencer roll his eyes and smile. “No, it doesn’t. Lucky for you, I have real food.”

“Thanks, Spence, you can just put it in your fridge and I’ll grab it whenever I’m done.”

“No, I mean like right now. I’m outside your temporary office. Please let me in, it’s cold out here.” He laughs lightheartedly.

“Spence,” you stand up and open up the conference room door to Spencer holding a bag of Chinese food. You hang up the phone and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him lightly. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“Yes I did, because I know you. You were going to work until you got the project done and you weren’t going to eat at all.” He says matter-of-factly. He knows you way too well.

“Well, you got me there.” You usher him in and he takes a seat across from you. He takes out little battery-operated candles and sets them in between you two. You laugh at the cheesy gesture and Spencer pulls out a rose and puts it in a mug that he grabbed off your desk and filled with water. “This is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. Thank you, Spence.”

“Who is it?” You call. His shoulders relax at your voice and he sighs deeply. 

“It’s me,” Bucky says back with a slight smile. 

The door opens slightly and his heart starts to pound in his chest, until he realizes it’s Natasha. 

“What do you want, Barnes?” Nat smirks, opening the door a little bit more. Her hair is pinned up and her makeup is light but stunning, it suits her features. Bucky can only imagine what you look like if Nat looks as amazing as she does.

“I just...I need to see, (Y/N).” Bucky admits.

“Yeah, no. That’s not how it works, soldier.” Nat says, closing the door slightly to talk to you. All Bucky can hear is a muffled conversation before Nat opens the door again.

“Okay, I have a deal. You can’t see her, but you can talk to her. Does that work for you, lover-boy?” Nat cocks an eyebrow at him and awaits his answer.

“Fine, I’ll take it.” Bucky answers.

“Turn around. Just to make sure you can’t see anything.” Nat waits for him to turn around a couple feet from the door then brings you over. You stand next to the open crack, adjusting your dress so he can’t catch a glimpse of it.

“Buck?” You say quietly. “Is everything okay?”

You can hear Bucky smiling from the other side of the door. “Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine. I just, I needed to talk to you.”

“Okay, what’s up?” You look out the door to see Bucky’s back, his hands at his sides and his broad shoulders squared like they almost always are, a soldier’s stance.

“I need to know that this is what you want.” Bucky whispers, hanging his head to look at the decorative carpet in the hallway.

You can feel your heart drop in your chest. How could he think that this isn’t exactly what you want? You open the door a little bit more and slip out before Nat notices. 

“Buck, this is all I’ve ever wanted with you.” You can see Bucky relax and you hear him sniffle. “Oh, James.”

You take one of his hands in yours, but he keeps his promise and doesn’t turn around to look at you.

“I’m sorry, I just worry. I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to.” Bucky admits. 

“I want this. I want everything with you. There is absolutely no way I’m backing out on this.” You say, fiddling with his hand.

“Oh, thank God, I’m sorry I came here, questioning you, questioning us.” He apologizes profusely before you turn him around and kiss him hard.

When you pull away you realize what you had done.

“Oh shit, did you see me?” You look up at Bucky and his eyes are squeezed shut. 

Warnings: Blood, gunshot wounds, angst?

Everything happens in slow motion. The unsub closes his eyes and pulls the trigger. Derek is shot in the thigh, blood spewing out on to the floor as the man drops his gun and lets go of the hostage, horrified at what he’d done to the agent. Derek falls to the ground as JJ immediately lunges at the unsub and pins him to the floor, cuffing his hands behind his back. 

“Oh my god, Derek!” You cry, as Spencer calls for medics and Rossi leads the hostage outside to safety. You press your hands on to the gushing wound and press all of your weight on it. Tears are starting to form in your eyes and he groans loudly.“Hey, stay with me, Derek. You’re stronger than a tiny little bullet.”

You can see the extreme pain on his face but he’s trying to stay strong for you and the team. “I’m trying my best, sweetheart.” He gasps as medics burst through the door and attempt to load him on to a stretcher.

“Ma’am you need to let us take him into the ambulance. You have to let go of his wound so we can assess it,” a young man says to you. “You can come with us in the ambulance but you have to let go.”

You reluctantly release the pressure from Derek’s leg and another medic presses her gloved hands to the wound. They rush him out of the house and load him into the ambulance as the unsub is being loaded into the police car.

“(Y/N), we’ll meet you at the hospital, okay?” Emily calls out before slamming the door to her car.

You don’t even reply as you follow the medics into the back of the ambulance. You settle yourself next to Derek’s head and take his hand in yours. The medics do everything they can to slow the bleeding from Derek’s leg as you keep Derek awake.

“Hey, I’m right here with you. I’m not going anywhere.” You say. Derek’s eyes start to flutter as he starts to mumble a little under his breath. The medics shout something in the background but you can’t hear a thing. It feels like years until they finally unload Derek from the back of the ambulance. You follow blindly next to him, frantically weaving through the blindingly white halls while keeping your hand on Derek’s.

“Ma’am, you can’t come into the operating room.” A nurse stops you before you can walk through the double doors. They wheel Derek in on the gourney

“I’m SSA (Y/F/N), and that is my boyfriend in there.” You cry, nervously digging for your badge in your pocket to show her. “I have to be in there.”

“Ma’am, I apologize, but no one is allowed back there. You have to sit in the waiting room. We will come inform you of his progress when he’s out of surgery.”

You try to fight past her but eventually give up after JJ finds you arguing with the young nurse. JJ hugs you tightly, knowing exactly how you’re feeling. That’s when all hell breaks loose. Tears start pouring down your face and you sob loudly into JJ’s shoulder. You soak her shirt in warm tears, never wanting to let go of her. 

“I can’t lose him, JJ. He’s all I have,” you crumple to the ground as JJ just holds you. The hustle and bustle of people go on around you as you cry hopelessly on the cold tile of the hospital. You eventually calm down and JJ leads you to the waiting room where the rest of the team is sitting in chairs that become increasingly uncomfortable the longer anyone sits in them. JJ sits you down next to Penelope who had rushed to the hospital after a call from Emily and the both of you are sitting there motionless. 

It feels as though days pass with no news. Every time a doctor would walk in, every head in the room would turn before they called out a name that wasn’t your partners. Penelope quietly dries her tears before you take her hand in yours as a hopefully comforting gesture. It was probably only an hour or so before you hear someone call your name, snapping you out of a daze.

“Huh?” You mumble as you’re being led to stand. JJ is at your side and is leading you down the hall.

“He’s out of surgery and he is going to make a full recovery, (Y/N).” JJ informs you as she leads you to Derek’s room. You can feel yourself tearing up as you walk into Derek’s room to see him sleeping on the hospital bed. You can see him stir as you move closer and closer to him. The teams leaves the two of you alone and they close the door behind you.

Derek’s eyes open and they see you cautiously moving closer to him.

“It’s okay, (Y/N), you won’t break me,” he chuckles lightly. Only Derek would laugh hours after being shot. You sit on the bed next to him and take his hand in yours before you let the tears fall down your cheeks.

 “I could have lost you, Derek,” you trail off. “I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easy, (Y/N).” Derek says. “I love you, there is no way I would ever leave you alone.”

That’s when you go silent. This is the first time Derek has ever said those three words to you. You feel his grip tighten on your hand and you throw yourself on to him, kissing him with as much passion as you can muster with tears streaming down your face.

“I love you so much, Derek Morgan. You are the best thing to ever happen to me. Just promise me you won’t ever get shot again.”

It was amazing how Jimmy looked at you with love and lust in his eyes as he watched you play the guitar. Sitting on your bed playing your guitar was a calming pastime for you and it just so happened that Jimmy’s favorite thing was to watch you play.

“You look beautiful, (Y/N),” Jimmy says as gazes at you as he sits on the edge of the bed. 

“Thank you, Jimmy. You’re looking especially handsome today,” you chuckle, leaning over to give him a kiss. Even though he was just dressed in a ratty tank top and pants, he still looked as handsome as ever.

“I wish I could play the guitar the same way you do,” Jimmy says solemnly, looking as though he was trying to hide his hands from you. You’ve been together for a few years and they’ve been the best few years of your life. His hands were what originally drew you to him and ever since then, it was pure bliss for the both of you.

“How come? It’s not that cool,” you point out, setting your guitar down. “Your voice is gorgeous and I wish I could sing like you.”

“Thanks, baby, but it would be so much cooler if I could play. These claws aren’t exactly the best thing.” He fades out, staring longingly at your guitar.

You move closer to Jimmy and lean into him as he leans back against the headboard. He wraps an arm across your shoulders, pulling you closer so he could kiss the top of your head. He leaves his chin on the top of you head, comforted by your presence.

“I hope you know that I think you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever met, Jimmy,” you look up at him with adoration in your eyes. You take his hand in yours and kiss it lightly, hoping that the gesture was at least slightly reassuring to him. You look back down to his hand and trace the lines on the back, englufed in the familiarity of them.

“I’m definitely not, (Y/N), you deserve someone so much better than me someone normal. You deserve the world and I can’t give that to you,” he mumbles. You can hear him starting to choke up a little before you look up at him to see a tear falling down his cheek.

“Aw, Jimmy, sweetheart, don’t cry. There’s no reason for you to cry, Darling. You are the most beautiful and amazing man that I have ever met. If anything, I don’t deserve you. You are so willing to give me everything that I want, but the only thing that I want is you. I don’t need the world, I just need you to take on the world with me.” You smile before kissing him with all the love you have.

You feel his hand move to the side of your face and you place your hand on top of his, reveling in the feeling. It’s safe and familiar, a feeling only Jimmy can provide you.

He places his forehead on yours and takes a deep breath to calm himself down.

He was never really quiet whenever he came home, day or night. Aaron is back late from a case again and you can hear him shuffling around in the kitchen, looking for something to eat. You get out of bed and head downstairs to say a quick welcome back. As you walk down the stairs, you see Aaron rearranging stuff in the fridge, attempting to find leftovers or something.

You knock lightly on the wall as to not startle him. He quickly turns around with a startled look in his eyes, but that look quickly softens when he notices it’s you. 

“I mean, I did knock,” you say with a smirk. 

“You did,” Aaron admits, turning back to the fridge. “Why did you come down here? It’s like 3 in the morning, you should still be in bed.”

“Aaron, sweetheart, you aren’t the quietest person in the world when you come home. You may be super stealthy on a case, but when you’re tired, not so much.” You walk over to him and hug him from behind before you place your head on his shoulder. He’s freezing from being outside in the cold, but you just want to give him a little bit of love after him seeing some horrible things throughout the week. You kiss his jawline lightly and you can physically feel him relax. All the muscles in his body melt at your touch and he sighs happily, kissing your temple. “Do you want me to make you something?”

“No, it’s alright (Y/N). I’ll just eat cereal or something.” Aaron says.

“Are you sure?” You ask. 

“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll meet you upstairs in a little bit, alright?”

“Alright,” you kiss Aaron’s cheek and head back upstairs.

As you walk up the dark stairwell, you see a small shadow standing at the top.

“(Y/N), was that Dad? Can I go see him?” Your heart rate slows down when you realize that it’s just Jack. Aaron must have woken him up when he got home. It’s an ungodly hour and Jack has school tomorrow, so you have to attempt to convince him to go back to sleep. 

“Yeah, it was, buddy. I’ll make sure he comes to see you when he comes upstairs, okay?” You lead him back to his room before you head into your shared room with Aaron.

Aaron walks in a couple minutes after you settle back into bed. 

“Jack woke up when you waked in, he wanted to see you.” You say, keeping your eyes shut as you talk to him.

Aaron chuckles at your antics before he leaves the room to see Jack. You smile at his devotion to being a good dad and slowly drift back to sleep. A few seconds later, you feel a dip in the bed next to you. Aaron wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him, stealing your warmth because he was outside  in the cold.

“Jeez, Aaron, you’re still freezing.” You attempt to pull away from the human popsicle, but he just tightens his grip on you.

“No, don’t leave, you’re so warm,” Aaron mumbles.

“Fine, that doesn’t change the fact that you’re still freezing.” You say, getting comfortable in his arms.

“Thank you, (Y/N). I owe you one.” You can feel Aaron smile against you as he kisses your shoulder. “I love you.”

“Tony, do you really want to go to this? I know you actually have stuff to do,” you ask as you straighten up his tie for the third time. An award show was something that Tony would have loved to go to, if it was an award for him, but this was an award for your newly developed ocean clean up plan. 

“Of course I want to go, (Y/N). Especially since you’ve been working so hard to earn this.” Tony says, hands placed lightly on your shoulders.

“Alright, we can leave right after I accept the award then come home, okay? That sounds like a better plan than staying for the entire thing.” You admit, walking out of the elevator to the huge SUV arranged to take you two to the show.

When you arrive, there’s a crowd of photographers just waiting to get a glimpse of you and Tony walking in together. You two have been dating for a while but paparazzi were still infatuated with the status of your romance every time you went out. You both keep your heads down and make your way inside to the ceremony. People line the walls and fill tables as music plays over the large set of speakers.

“Wow, this looks amazing,” you breathe, squeezing Tony’s hand in excitement. The stage is doused in lights and everyone there looks absolutely beautiful. You lead him to your table and he pulls out your chair for you, like the gentlemen he usually is. He takes his seat next to you and takes your hand in his as the show starts. 

Its around an hour before they call you up on stage to accept your award. You give Tony a chaste kiss before making your way up the stairs. All that is going through your head is, “Don’t trip. Don’t trip. Don’t trip.”, because you know that all eyes are on you. They hand you your fancy glass award shaped like a wave and you start your acceptance speech.

“I would just like to say thank you so much to my entire team who helped me edit and develop the process and real life execution of this project. It means so much to me that you guys stood by my side through all the ups and downs of development, even when we took two steps forward and one step back. I would also like to thank my partner, Tony. Not only are we partners in life but we’re partners in the lab. Thank you for everything you’ve done for this project and for me. Thank you to everyone who has supported me through all of this and I hope you all have a good night!” You wave goodbye to the crowd and they cheer as you make your way back to your table.

Tony is already standing with his elbow offered to you, ready to leave. You just roll your eyes at him and lace your arm through his and you leave the show. Your car is already waiting for you guys outside and it takes you back to the tower for a more chill night. 

When you get back to the penthouse, the both of you change into sweats and loose t-shirts before settling in for bed. 

“Congrats on the award, (Y/N). I’m so proud of you and what you’ve done to pursue your passion of protecting our earth.” Tony says, kissing you lightly. “I love you.”

Music is pounding loudly in the background and the house you’re at reeks of alcohol to celebrate the new year.. You have a red solo cup full of water in your hand as people dance around you and push you around, making you spill water on the floor. Barry invited you to this random party and you can’t even find the giant in the dense crowd. You attempt to push your way to the couch to watch the show before the ball dropped in Times Square.

You sit down in between two couples making out on a couch, awkwardly clutching your cup and looking around. You can see Barry wandering around the party, looking around too. The music is deafening so you stand up and wave to catch his eye. When he sees your hand waving at him, he pushes his way over towards you. You stand up and the countdown starts.

“10! 9! 8...” People around you start to chant. The couples on the couch keep making out paying no attention to their surroundings. 

“I see you made it through most of the night,” Barry chuckles, shoving a hand in his pocket and keeping a firm hold on his drink. You two were the single friends in the groups you hung out with and this party was no exception.

“Yeah, looks like it’s the same with you,” you say, awkwardly waiting for the countdown to end, knowing that this year was going to start like every year before that.

“3! 2! 1!” People cheered all around you, celebrating the new year. 

“Happy New Year, Barry.” You hold up your drink to cheers Barry to the new year.

Barry just looks at you and goes for it. His lips hit yours and it’s like fireworks are going off, just like in Times Square. You melt at his touch as you were hoping one of you would have the guts to do it. When you pull away, the both of you are awkwardly smiling at each other.

“(Y/N)? Can you grab me the star for the top of the tree?” Jonathan says, pointing to the glass star on the floor. 

You grab it and hand it to Jonathan who places it on top of the tree before he connects it to the rest of the lights.

“Alright, Will? Plug it in.” Jonathan steps down from the step ladder as Will plugs in the lights. You all step back and admire the twinkling lights and the nerdy Star Wars ornaments that don the tree. 

“It looks beautiful, kids,” Joyce says with a smile. “There’s cookies in the kitchen if you guys want some.”

Will’s eyes go wide and he bolts to the kitchen, leaving a metaphorical trail of dust behind him. Everyone just chuckles and leisurely walks into the kitchen. Jonathan wraps his arm across your shoulders and kisses your temple before grabbing a cookie for you and himself.

“You guys are the cutest,” Joyce points out, walking over to the sink to start cleaning up dishes. 

You look at Jonathan and his face brightens. “Mom,” he groans with a slight smile. 

“Thank you, Mrs. Byers,” you say as you snuggle into Jonathan’s chest. “We try out best.”

You all laugh a little at your joke before you walk over to the sink to help out Joyce. You grab a wet dish from the stack and dry them off as Joyce keeps washing.

“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t have to do that! How about you and the boys go sit down and watch a Christmas Movie?” Joyce offers, shooing all of you into the living room.

“Okay, we’ll pick something then you can come join us,” Jonathan says before sitting on the couch. “Alright Will, pick something out.”

Will goes through the small movie collection and decides to pop in “A Year Without Santa Claus”. He settles in on the couch next to you and Jonathan sits on the other side, wrapping his arm around your waist. As you lean into Jonathan’s side, Will leans into you, making your heart swell. You love Will as if he’s your own brother, you’re very protective when it comes to him and you see him as the cutest kid ever.

Joyce joins you about halfway through the movie and you all sing along to the soundtrack. As the movie plays on, you feel Will start to doze off. You nudge Jonathan in the side and point to Will. Jonathan chuckles and gets up off the couch to put Will to bed. Joyce is asleep on the recliner so it’s just you and Jonathan to bring him to his room.

Jonathan picks up Will and walks down the hall to his room. You open the door and Jonathan places Will on top of his bed. The both of you walk out and you close the door behind you slowly. When you turn around, Jonathan pulls you close, kissing you softly.

As you pull away, you see Jonathan’s hand above your heads, holding a little piece of fake mistletoe. 

A/N: This was requested by an Anon, I just hope you guys enjoy it! Feel free to request something!

Drive-In pt.1

As you pull in to the drive-in theater, you can see Betty and two others sitting in a car. You back in next to them and get out to say hi. You catch Betty’s eye and she rolls down the window, leading you to be face to face with a redheaded guy in the passenger seat. 

“Hey Betty!” You say with a little wave.

“Hey (Y/N), these are my friends Archie Andrews and Veronica Lodge. Guys, this is (Y/N).” She introduces you to her friends and they reply with a hello and a wave.

The movie starts to play and you see Jughead walking towards all of you. You wave and motion him over before saying goodbye to your new friends. You set up a few blankets, pillows, and snacks in the bed of your truck, ready to celebrate the one of the last showings at the Twilight Drive-In in style. 

“Are you ready?” You ask with a smile.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” He replies. You both hop up in the bed of your truck and move stuff around to get more comfortable. You offer him snacks and he gladly takes them. You had stopped at Pop’s before you got to the theater and ordered milkshakes for you two, remembering his order from the other night.

“You remembered my order?” Jughead questions after taking a sip.

“Yeah, I tend to remember the little details about people and the things they like,” you admit sheepishly, hopefully thinking that the little gesture wasn’t completely weird. You’re just trying to make friends, and food has always been the way to many people’s hearts.

“Well, that’s cool of you to remember,” he says, turning back to the screen.

You can feel yourself blush and pray he can’t see the pink tint on your cheeks. You take a sip of your milkshake too and settle back into the blankets. A gust of wind blows by and you visibly shiver. Jughead notices this and grabs an extra blanket that was folded next to him, shakes it out, and lays it across the both of you.

Without another word, the both of you continue to watch the movie in silence with the occasional sip of a milkshake or crunch of popcorn. You can see Betty, Archie, and Veronica withe their hands and faces pressed against the windows, staring at the two of you. You just shake your head and turn back to the movie as soon as it ends. The small crowd applauds and you sit up, gathering up the garbage and grabbing the blankets to throw into the passenger seat.

“Thanks for watching the movie with me, I really appreciate it,” you say to Jughead as he hops out of the back of your truck. He offers you a hand to help you down and you gladly accept it, blankets tucked under your arm as you hop down.

“Yeah, it’s no problem,” he answers, shoving his hands into his pockets. You throw your blankets into the back seat and turn back to Jughead. 

“So I guess I’ll see you around school?” you say awkwardly.

“I mean, yeah, I guess.” You can feel the tension between you two and you decide to go for it. Neither one of you were going to leave with the awkward tension just hanging there. You delicately place your hand on Jughead’s cheek, looking for any sign of discomfort with the situation. As you look at him, you can see how nervous he is as his face is getting closer to yours. Your lips press together and you can feel his hands move to pull you in to him.

As you pull away, you can feel the blood rushing to your face and you can see the blush forming on his cheeks too.

“I’ll see you at school, Jughead,” you smirk.

American Horror Story:

-Gotta Get Out : Kit Walker x Reader -With You : Pre-Death! Kyle Spencer x Reader -We’ll Figure It Out : Jimmy Darling x Reader -Don’t Cry : Jimmy Darling x Reader

Criminal Minds: 

-Guess Who Asked? : Spencer Reid x Reader -Every Time : Derek Morgan x Reader -Doctor Who? : Spencer Reid x Reader -Freezing : Aaron Hotchner x Reader -Try My Best : Derek Morgan x Reader -Meetings : Spencer Reid x Reader

The Flash:

-Too Good to Me : Barry Allen x Reader -At Last : Barry Allen x Reader -Star Wars : Cisco Ramon x Reader -My World : Earth Two Barry Allen x Reader -Happy New Year : Barry Allen x Reader

Marvel Cinematic Universe:

-Welcome to the Diner : Steve Rogers x Reader -Spiders Aren’t That Bad : Peter Parker x Reader -Butterfly : Peter Parker x Reader -Award Show : Tony Stark x Reader -What You Want : Bucky Barnes x Reader -A Promise is a Promise : Bucky Barnes x Reader

Riverdale:

-Drive-In : Jughead Jones x Reader -Definitely Broken : Archie Andrews x Reader -Drive-In Pt.2 : Jughead Jones x Reader

Stranger Things:

-Polaroids : Jonathan Byers x Reader -I Promise : Steve Harrington x Reader -Football Game : Steve Harrington x Reader -Football Game pt.2 (Requested) : Steve Harrington x Reader -Bullshit : Steve Harrington x Reader -Only You : Jonathan Byers x Reader -Last Minute : Jonathan Byers x Reader

Teen Wolf:

-Good Luck : Stiles Stilinski x Reader -Chemistry : Scott McCall x Reader

The Walking Dead:

It’s a beautiful Saturday morning to wake up to the smell of burnt toast and the sound of the smoke detector going off. 

You chuckle through a groan as you bury your face deeper into your pillow for a second. The smoke detector keeps beeping incessantly as you finally bring yourself to get out of bed and check on your husband, Barry, in the kitchen. You throw on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt before making your way down the stairs. 

“Barry?” You shout over the alarm, putting your hands over your ears. “What happened?”

Barry is standing on a chair with a kitchen towel in hand, waving it at the smoke detector. He looks horribly distressed as he almost falls off the chair. Your dog, Harley, looks on, hoping that Barry doesn’t hurt himself. 

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he takes a break from fanning for a moment to push his glasses up his nose. “I tried to make you breakfast in bed for our anniversary, but it kind of backfired on me.”

You just give him a small laugh and usher him off the chair. You climb up there yourself and disassemble the smoke alarm. Barry watches you with horror in his eyes and his arms hovering around you, ready to catch you if you fall. You safely get down with a little bit of help from Barry, Harley running around the both of you, happy you’re both safe.

“There we go,” you smile, kissing him chastely. “Fixed it.”

“Thank you, (Y/N),” his hands rest on your hips and he pulls you closer. “What would I do without you?” 

“Burn the house down,” you laugh. “How about I go change into actual clothes and then I’ll make you breakfast instead?”

Barry just smiles sheepishly at you. “Okay, I’ll clean up the mess I made.”

“It’s alright, babe. You tried your best,” you kiss him again before going upstairs to change. When you come back down, Barry is done cleaning and is sitting down on the floor with Harley. 

“Hi Harley,” Barry says in the voice he only uses with your dog. “Thank you for worrying about me when I was on that chair. Thank goodness your mom was there to fix everything. I don’t know what I would do without her. She deserves everything the world has to offer, and I just want to give her as much as I can. She’s my world and I don’t deserve her.”

You feel your chest clench as he talks. All those feelings when you had first fallen in love with Barry come rushing back. You rush into the kitchen and crouch down in front of Barry. 

“Ready to make breakfast?” Barry smiles, not knowing that you heard everything he said.

You lean in to kiss him, taking him by surprise. You put your hands on his jaw as he pulls you on top of him. It’s a few seconds before Harley wants attention again and claws at the both of you.

You both pull away and you’re forehead to forehead. 

“What was that for?” Barry whispers, smirking.

“I heard what you said, and you’re my universe, Barry Allen. You’re too pure for this world and you deserve everything in it. I’m so happy I can call you mine.” You admit.

Steve runs a hand through his hair as he stomps out of the house, the smell of alcohol and candy left behind him. You’re standing in the front yard, a can of soda in your hand as you talk with some of your friends. You’ve known Steve forever so seeing him so stressed and angry worried you. You excuse yourself from your circle of friends and chase after him as he makes his way to his car.

“Steve!” you call after him, attempting to keep from tripping on the bottom of your dress as you ran.

He just keeps going and slides into the driver’s seat of his car, starting up the engine. You make it just in time to throw the passenger side door open and fall into the car before he drives away. 

“(Y/N)? What the hell are you doing in my car?” Steve grumbles, keeping his eyes on the road.

You settle yourself in the seat and put on your seat belt, knowing how Steve could drive when he was angry. “I called for you and you didn’t answer me.” you say.

“That doesn’t answer my question. What the hell are you doing in my car?” Steve jerks the wheel to the left, slamming you into the window.

“That was unnecessary roughness, Harrington. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed upset.” You say, looking at him as he drove.

“It’s nothing, (Y/N). It doesn’t concern you.” Steve says bluntly. He harshly wipes his nose before concentrating on the road again.

“Dude, you’re one of my best friends, hell yeah it concerns me.”

He pulls into his driveway and turns the car off.

The hurt in his voice is evident as he speaks. “She said we were bullshit, (Y/N). Bullshit.”

He buries his face in his hands and you can see that he’s about to cry.

“Steve...” you whisper.

“She was drunk as hell, but still. She said it over and over again. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.” Steve laughs halfheartedly, but you know that he’s hurting inside.

“I’m sorry, Steve. I’m sure she didn’t mean it. Like you said, she was drunk and she’s probably not going to remember it tomorrow.” You attempt to console him but he just laughs again.

“Yeah, she’s definitely not going to remember this tomorrow. Jonathan is probably going to end up taking her home and he’ll be her ‘hero’.” He gets out of the car and you follow him out into his house.

“I’m sorry, I know she means a lot to you. If you ever need anything, you know you can call me, right?” You lean against the kitchen counter as Steve grabs a drink from the fridge. You’ve been to his house for random dinners so many times it’s practically normal for you to immediately make yourself at home.

“Yeah I know. Thanks for checking up on me, (Y/N). I appreciate it.” Steve says, giving you a tight hug.

“Of course, anything for my best friend.” You smile, hugging him back with the same enthusiasm. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.” Steve leads you to the front door and you wave as you leave.

“I’ll make you cookies if that’ll make you feel better!” You shout as you walk away.

“Alright, what is one thing that you want to do before you die?” Carl asks. You two are lying down on the roof of a house, just staring at the stars, really getting to know each other as a couple. You are cuddled into Carl, hand resting on his chest as you feel it gently rise and fall.

“One thing I want to do...” you stay silent for a moment before finally answering. “I would probably want to get married. I know this isn’t the best time or place for it but it’s always been a dream of mine, ever since I was a kid. What about you?”

Carl keeps his eye fixated on the sky, watching the stars twinkle in the moonlight. “Marry you,” he answers nonchalantly.

Your eyes go wide and you immediately sit up. “Are you serious?”

“Of course I am.” Carl sits up to talk with you face to face. “I wouldn’t lie about that.”

“You better not be lying, because my heart is literally about to explode,” you say, trying to steady your beating heart. 

“Would you-” Carl starts. “Would you want to get married?”

“Carl, of course I want to get married. But, now? In all of this?” You ask, knowing exactly what could happen at any given time in this world.

Carl brings his hand to your cheek and kisses you chastely. “Now would be the best time, (Y/N). Anything could happen to either one of us out there. So, (Y/N), will you marry me?”

“Yes, of course,” you smile, pulling him in for a proper kiss. You felt his hand caress your cheek as you ran your fingers through his hair. “I love you so much, Carl.”

“I love you too,” Carl mumbles. He presses his forehead to yours before kissing you again lightly. “So, how about tomorrow?”

“What? Tomorrow?” you ask, slightly surprised. “Really?”

“Sure, why not?” Carl says. “The sooner the better.”

“We don’t have any rings, anything to wear, even somewhere to get married.” You point out.

“Details, details, we’ll figure it out tomorrow, okay?” Carl smiles.