i suck at endings.

(Bear with me as i’m on my phone. Expect typos/formatting issues)

Casey loves all and every kind of animals. If she wasn’t so set on her career she would totally live on a farm. A whole slew of cats, dogs, goats, pigs, maybe even a lil cow or donkey to round out the bunch

She also has a thing for creepy crawlies. Loves bugs, (probably purposely ate a lot as a kid… dont come for me). She’s always kind of wanted a snake, and loves lizards, high key wants one of those.

Naturally, she’s waiting until she’s super solidified and knows she can take care of a pet/isn’t going to have to move again with all the extra crap.

Rita Calhoun x fem!reader Warnings: language, minor hurt/comfort, mainly fluff

When Rita awoke the next morning, the bed was empty and the sheets were cold. She let out a soft sigh as she sat up, honestly not too surprised, a drunken admission of maybe love partnered with tears was probably more than enough to have you cringing from embarrassment when you’d woken up. She tugged on a pair of shorts, a billowy tank, searching for her Harvard sweater that she could have sworn she’d packed. Being on the water meant it was still pretty chilly that morning, and it was early, she found a cardigan instead, pulling it on and made her way into the kitchen.

We keep this love in a photograph

We made these memories for ourselves

"You are so beautiful." Addison turned to face you, a small teasing smile on her face. The morning breeze blew her hair slightly, her face had no makeup, her dark blue silk robe complimenting her skin, the white mug in her hand was filled with coffee. You and her sat on her patio, she in her lounge chair and you by the railing, your camera in hand.

"You're full of it." A chuckle left your lips as you shook your head, leaning back onto the railing. You watched as she took a sip of her coffee, that she liked black. You scrunched your nose in disgust as she moaned in delight, like it was the most delicious thing in the world. She laughed loudly at your face, throwing her head back slightly. You quickly took your camera, wanting to capture her in this moment.

Click.

"Really?" She chuckled as she calmed down from laughing, her brow raised and you nodded, raising your camera again.

Click.

"Stop taking pictures of me. I just woke up." She rolled her eyes, placing her free hand over her face but her smile still showed and you smiled even wider.

Click.

"You look beautiful." You looked through the pictures , holding up the camera, giving a small shake to it. "And you know how much I love taking pictures of beautiful things." She put her coffee down, coughing slightly to cover up the fact that her cheeks were as ref as her hair.

Summary: After decades of being HYDRA’s most prized possession, you’re finally free and find yourself under the protective eye of the Avengers. But with a piece of one of the Infinity Stones embedded into your heart, you’re never truly safe…

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Warnings: blood, kidnapping, death, panic/anxiety attacks, isolation, very slow burn romance (especially this part)

Words: 16,255

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1994 You were lost, screaming for your mother as you wandered the streets, weaving through the crowd at a local flea market. Your face red and puffy, wet with tears, as your heart hammered in your chest with pure fear. Eventually, your sobs became too much, cutting off your ability to speak as you stopped walking, letting the crowd go around you as if you weren’t a small child crying in the middle of a crowded place, lost and alone.

You blinked a few more tears out of your eyes as a man kneeled down in front of you, sending you a soft, warm smile. You hiccupped, using a fist to rub one of your eyes. You felt yourself calm down at the man’s confidence, kindness. You hiccupped once more before they faded away, a frown permanently engraved on your face.

You just wanted your mommy.

One Mississippi, Two Mississippi, Three Mississippi…

She can’t stop shaking. It’s been hours. 

She’s locked herself in her office and shut out the world, because she can’t stop shaking.

Her hands are too weak to even pick up a pen right now, let alone grip others in a handshake, or carry a briefcase down the hall. Instead, she’s curled up on the floor behind her desk, shaking and crying. It’s pathetic. She feels pathetic.

It was only Elliot, right? 

Elliot, who’s yelled at her countless of times before, who she knows would never hurt her, who she trusts. 

So why can’t she breathe?

The doorknob rattles, and then she hears the sound of a key in the lock. Fuck. Alex. Of course it’s Alex. Alex, who has a key because they share an office. Alex, who knows about Charlie and what he did, but has no idea that she’s still so fragile because of it. Alex, who Casey never wanted to show weakness in front of. 

“Hey, Case, I heard Elliot really lit into you in court, I just wanted to- ohmygod!” Alex shrieks, and Casey wonders why her appearance is so shocking, until she looks down and realizes that in an attempt to calm her shaking hands, she’s dug into her skin and torn it, and blood is trickling down a few scratches that mark her forearms.

“I- I don’t- Alex…”

“Did Elliot do this to you?! Did he hurt you?!” Alex is by her side in an instant, kneeling down by Casey, but the sudden movement startles her, and Casey flies backwards, back thudding against the wall as her eyes widen in fear. 

“Don’t touch me!” Casey cries out, and Alex understands. This isn’t Elliot’s doing, Elliot would never hurt Casey like that. This is…this is Casey’s doing. She’s trapped in her mind, and it breaks Alex’s heart.

“Casey, honey, it’s me. It’s Alex. I’m not going to hurt you, baby, I’d never hurt you.” The pet names slip out subconsciously, as Alex reaches out a hand, slowly extending it towards Casey. She breathes out a sigh of relief as she sees recognition in Casey’s eyes.

Alex? Where’s Charlie? Did he hurt Alex? Wait- no- Charlie- Charlie’s dead. Alex…Alex is okay. Alex is safe. Trust Alex.

Casey’s eyes fall to Alex’s hand, and then she moves closer, reaching out and grasping her hand with her own shaking ones. Alex gasps at how much she’s trembling, and her arms open for Casey to fall into.

“I’m- I’m sorry- I thought you were- I didn’t know-“

“Shh, Case, it’s okay. I understand. You don’t have to explain, just…let me hold you.” Alex smiles, and Casey can’t help but smile back, collapsing into welcoming arms. Alex holds her close, and Casey nearly cries.

They sit there for what feels like hours, Alex gently shushing and comforting Casey, wiping away the tears that do end up falling, and Casey feels like she can breathe again. She looks down, and then she notices: her hands have stopped shaking.

Casey was the first person Alex ever truly fell in love with. She had relationships before but they were always for professional gain or just for sex. Especially in witness protection; she had lost herself for a long while and engaged in sexual relationships as a way to make herself "feel". But she never really did. The attachment was never there.

With Casey, everything was different. It started out with a warm feeling that would spread through her chest whenever she was with Casey. She longed to be with her when they were apart. She would think about her, even in the office in the midst of writing motions. She found herself wanting to see Casey's smile, wanting to hold her hand, wanting to kiss her. She couldn't fall asleep at night unless Casey was snuggled next to her.

Alex never used to smile at work. Work was for professionalism and smiling wasn't professional. But now whenever Alex would get a cute text from Casey, her entire face would light up. It could be in the elevator, or the hallway, or even the conference room. Casey made her happy.

Casey had never had someone treat her like she was special before. All Charlie would do would hurt her and put her down, but everything was different with Alex. She treated her like a princess. She would send her flowers every week, always left her favorite candy in her office. She always told her she was beautiful and had the kindest heart of anyone she ever knew.

Alex said those three words first. Most people have anxiety over the passage of those life changing words, but to Alex they came natural and easy. They were sitting on the beach after swimming one hot July evening, and Casey's bikini strap had slid down her shoulder. Alex immediately adjusted it, and as she did, Casey titled her head back and looked at her, her wet hair brushing Alex's shoulder. Alex had looked into Casey's soft green eyes and squeezed her shoulder as she said "I love you."

Casey felt the same way. She loved Alex too, but she was hesitant to say it because she believed someone like Alex could never love someone like her. She had been brought to tears when Alex had said it first. It made it real for her.

Being with Casey had forced Alex to adapt a more "normal" work schedule. Casey had always been good about wrapping up her work at a decent time of evening and leaving work at the office. But Alex often worked long into the night and even at home. With Casey, that was all different. Alex found herself wanting to be with her girlfriend. She wanted to have dinner with her, to sit on the couch and stroke Casey's hair while they watched the latest episode of the current show they were watching. She wanted to go to bed with her and have their time in the bedroom be THEIR time.

Olivia - being Alex's closest friend - noticed a huge change in her since Casey. She had told her she became easier to talk to, was less harsh on the squad, and overall seemed happy. She had never seen Alex smitten before, but boy was she ever with Casey. She talked about her way too much, which Olivia found adorable. She felt Casey was good for her.

In the Calex relationship, these are my most likely to's

Want to go on a carnival date: Casey. Alex hates the idea of the crowds, the greasy bad food and rickety rides that are put up within hours. But once they get there and they walk around hand in hand, Alex starts to loosen up. Casey plays every game she can, determined to win a prize for Alex. She gets frustrated when she can't and blows way too much money on ring toss. When she finally does win, she picks out a way too garish bear for Alex and Alex absolutely adores it. The way Casey wanted to win for her was just way too endearing.

Be clumsy: Casey. Alex is much too graceful. Casey is always tripping over her shoes that Alex always lectures her about putting away. And softball? Forget about it. Alex thinks they should own stock in ice packs and gauze wraps from the number of times she has tended to Casey's sports injuries. Each injury comes with a "why do you play sports" speech, followed by a cuddling session because Alex is grateful the injury wasn't worse.

In love with the other's looks: Alex. Casey thinks Alex is beautiful of course, but Alex can't get enough of calling Casey "adorable" and "cute". She thinks she is the cutest thing to ever walk the earth and has annoyed her friends more than once with Casey pictures and "isn't she adorable?" sentiments. Her favorite physical thing about Casey is her hair. Alex loves it. She loves to run her hand through it, to stroke it when they are in bed at night.

Cry during a fight: Casey. She hates it when they fight. Though she instigates it just as much as Alex - and says equally as cruel things sometimes - it still hurts her deeply when they argue. If it's about a disagreement on a case, Casey can stand her ground and defend her position without wavering. But if it's a personal argument, she fares much worse. She takes everything Alex says to heart, and her history with Charlie comes back to haunt her. Early in their relationship, she would flinch away from Alex when she raised her voice at her. It broke Alex's heart and she vowed to never yell at her. Though she doesn't yell, she does come close, and sometimes it's too much for Casey to take and she cries. She always shuts herself in their bedroom or bathroom until she calms down, and it always ends with Alex being overly apologetic and basically wanting to buy her the universe to make up for it.

Be jealous when the other one is hit on: Alex. It's happened way too often when they have gone out, mostly people assuming they are friends. Alex always gets annoyed and gives her best glare to the offending party, sometimes going as far as to wave her wedding ring in front of their face. Casey always gets flustered and stumbles for words when someone compliments her looks or otherwise hits on her, but Alex sure isn't shy with words. She can be downright rude when someone blatantly hits on Casey. Casey is always amused by her behavior. She thinks it's incredibly adorable that Alex Cabot gets jealous.

Shows affection in front of others: Though I believe they both would, in my head Alex does it more. She constantly has to be holding Casey's hand when they go out, calls her "baby" freely in front of anyone in public and isn't shy about kissing her whenever the mood strikes. At work they are strictly professional, but as soon as those suits come off, they are all about showing their love for one another.

Alex absolutely adores Casey. She thinks she is the cutest thing in the world and takes every opportunity to tell her so. She had never been one for hand holding, pet names, or displays of affection. But since Casey, she can't help herself. She holds her hand in public when they go out, kisses her on the neck when they are waiting in lines, calls her "baby" and "sweetheart" (though most often it's just "my Casey) and sometimes drives her friends nuts talking about how wonderful and cute Casey is

Alex loves to shower Casey with expensive gifts. iPhones, Apple watches, laptops and tablets...you name it, she likes Casey to have it. It's not because she likes throwing her money around or showing off. It's because she loves Casey and wants her to have the finest possessions

Casey loves to get under Alex's skin. She will pick playful fights with her, loving to watch the blonde get all frustrated. She then goes in for a kiss and flirts her way out of it. And is always successful

Casey is extremely protective over Alex. She always walks street side when they go out, she always has to drive, and when Alex works late at the office she insists on going to pick her up. Sometimes she will just sit on the couch in her office while Alex works just to be there with her. After her attack in her own office - and knowing how dangerous the job can be - she takes no chances

Alex was never much of a texter before, but she checks her phone at every available opportunity now. Casey always sends her the cutest pictures and texts and those make even the hardest days bearable

Their usual sleeping position is in the middle of the bed, Casey snuggled into Alex's chest and Alex rubbing her back and stroking her hair until they fall asleep. It soothes them both. Alex loves to feel her girl in her arms, to know she's safe with her. Casey feels content and loved laying on Alex, something she hadn't felt for years before

Casey loves animals and even though Alex doesn't really like them, she loves to see Casey get all excited about them. Casey worked at a pet store in high school, so she always tells Alex about all the different animals and loves to pet all the dogs on adoption days. It's almost endearing enough for Alex to give in and let Casey get that dog she wants

Casey is totally getting that dog she wants. She's adorable, after all

Casey has a talent for drawing; one that few people know about. She will draw when they sit on the couch and watch movies, and the only person she shares her art with is Alex. Alex may have a few of her drawings in her office

They have both been tasked with babysitting Amanda's girls more than once, and though they adore them, at the end of it they decompress on the couch with wine and thank the Gods that there will be accidents in their future