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Y/N: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Derek: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Y/N: Absolutely not.

CM S07E11 - TRUE GENIUS

boys night

Summary: JJ and the guys have a boys night, but he can’t help but think about you

Warnings: sex references? JJ being JJ

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“No way, bro, Halloween is the ultimate horror film, you’re both idiots,” JJ drunkenly defended, shaking his head at John B and Pope.

“No, listen, Hereditary is like…smart,” Pope argued back, and JJ groaned around his beer.

“Yeah, just what I want from my horror films, Pope. Smarts. No! Blood and guts and slashy slashy,” JJ pointed his finger at his friends, and John B rolled his eyes.

“Okay, okay, let’s agree to disagree, guys, I’m gonna go get another couple of beers,” John B was already halfway out of his seat, ever the peacekeeper when it came to JJ and Pope’s debates.

He was about to turn back towards the Chateau when he spotted JJ fishing in his pocket.

“No, nope, give it here,” he ordered, and JJ looked up in confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

“The phone. I know what you’re doing. No girlfriends tonight,” he held his hand out.

“I wasn’t even gonna message her!” JJ defended, lying through his teeth, ignoring the sarcastic look Pope was throwing his way.

“JJ. You do this every boys night and we don’t wanna listen to you two tell each other how in love you are for the next hour. You traumatised Pope last time.”

“I never wanna hear the word ‘daddy’ come out of that woman’s mouth again,” Pope muttered, and JJ just smirked at him.

“Speak for yourself,” he winked, and Pope pretended to gag over the side of his chair.

“JJ, no.” Pope groaned.

“JJ, yes,” he grinned back.

“JJ. No.” John B cut in, holding his hand out again.

“What if there’s an emergency?”

“What kind of emergency?”

JJ shrugged, smug look overtaking his features.

“A dick emergency.”

“JJ, phone!”

“Jeeeeez, fine,” JJ held his hands up before reaching into his pocket and handing his phone over to John B who slid it into his shorts before heading inside.

“I just wanna say that I think this is very unfair,” JJ complained to Pope, who raised an eyebrow at his blonde friend.

“Distance is healthy, man. You’re whipped.”

“Of course I’m whipped. Have you seen my girl?” JJ defended, and Pope just smiled and shook his head, knowing there was no derailing JJ when it came to his favourite topic - you.

“Okay, I’m gonna go to the bathroom before you start in on the wedding plans,” Pope stood up and stretched before heading in after John B, leaving JJ by the fire brooding.

When they finally came back outside together, John B spotted the sheepish look on JJ’s face.

“What did you do?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, man. Gimme my beer,” JJ held his hand out, and John B decided to let it go, handing over the bottle and settling back in his seat.

“Okay, so, what about Scream? We’re totally forgetting a classic!” JJ started up again, and John B groaned as the debate started right back where they’d left it.

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Pope was in the middle of a fierce defence of Midsommer when John B heard his own phone buzz from the floor beside him. He picked it up eagerly, hoping it was Sarah (yeah, he was a hypocrite, sue him).

Instead, your name flashed across his screen, and he frowned, opening the text. He was halfway through the message when he spat his beer out, spraying half of it on Pope.

“What the fuck, John B?” He startled, jumping up.

“JJ, why the hell do I have a very descriptive message from your girl about how she wants to, and I quote, ‘get dicked down’?” John B sputtered out.

“She answered? Nice, lemme see!” JJ reached out for the phone, wincing at the slap John B landed on his hand.

“Please tell me you did not use my phone to sext your girlfriend?”

“You took mine! What was I supposed to do?”

“Not be horny for one night!”

“Impossible,” JJ scoffed, trying for another grab at the phone. “Lemme read it!”

“No! I’m deleting this,” John B held the phone out of JJ’s reach.

“Wait, come on, I wanna see what she put!”

“Well I don’t! What if Sarah saw this?!”

JJ shrugged, taking a swig of his beer.

“Maybe she could pick up some tips? My girl’s filth,” he winked, and Pope threw his hands up in exasperation.

“Yeah, this is not happening. Bad JJ!”

“Fine! Sorry for being sexually active guys! Back to boys night,” JJ promised, leaning back in his chair.

It was silent for a few moments, all three guys settling back and drinking.

“But seriously, what did she say?!”

“JJ!”

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word count : 800

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warnings : low self image, just fluff

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You had a very stressful week. Your boss wanted all records for the last few months and you were on the edge with the time hoping that you haven’t missed something.

When you got home every night you felt exhausted like you have never been in the past. In fact, you were so tired that you didn’t even want to make love with Bucky.

He was worried sick about you that you’re pressing yourself too hard at work and he wanted to help you. Every day he would cook breakfast and dinner for you and would remind you how beautiful, strong, and intelligent you are.

But when that week extended to a longer period you started to become more tired, moodier, more negative, more insecure.

Everything seemed to be upside down. Bucky was always making sure you are taken care of but your mind was going crazy. Waves of anxiety, panic attacks, and negative thoughts were rushing through your mind every time Bucky tried to comfort you.

You wondered why he chose you. He could have anyone else but he chose you. The water spilled when you were walking through the compound when you saw him talking with Natasha.

“Of course.” You told yourself. He was probably gonna break up with you. Why spend time with such an ugly girl when he could have someone like Natasha.

You went to your shared apartment. Tears were flowing down your cheeks but you wiped them away not wanting to be even more miserable than you already were.

You removed your clothes. One by one examining every single part of your body.

First, you removed your shirt. You had lost/gained a couple of pounds and it showed. Probably due to stress. You had a few scars and stretch marks here and there on the skin from missions. Your breasts were too small/medium/too big.

Then you removed your pants. Continuing to examine yourself in the mirror. More stretchmarks, more self-harm scars that not only covered your legs but hands too. Your hips were small/wide.

You felt like God took all those parts from the trash and made you out of them.

You didn’t realize when Bucky came home until he stormed into the bedroom.

“Y/N? What wrong, honey? What are you doing?” He asked softly but you could catch the worry in his voice. This was it. The tears started falling down your cheeks like river.

“Why do you love me? Look at me! Why are you with me when you can have a beautiful and mentally stable girlfriend like Natasha!” You fell on the floor unable to take any more of this.

He immediately grabbed your shaking body and hugged you tight. “Y/N, listen to me. You are the most amazing woman I have ever met and I’m 106 years old. Believe me, I have seen a lot of women but none of them are like you.” He was stroking your back with soft motions drawing imaginary shapes.

“You are beautiful inside and outside. This body. Your body. Gives me the touch I never thought I could feel again. It gives me love, pleasure, warmth, and who knows make one day it will give me a child, too.” He chuckled at the thought of having a mini you running around.

“You are gorgeous. Those marks only show how strong you are and how you managed to keep yourself altogether. You are beautiful, intelligent, caring and most of all you are the love of my life.” He kissed the top of your head before cupping your face.

“You think so? I saw you talking with Natasha earlier and I thought are going to break up with me.” You said but it came out like a broken sob.

“I was talking with her because I wanted to make you a surprise and I needed advice from a woman because I have no idea what to do.” He smiled looking at your eyes brushing away the tears with his thumb.

“What surprise?” You asked confused.

“You will see, my love. Just be patient.” He planted a kiss on your forehead, then on your right cheek, the left, your nose before he stopped on your lips.

“I love you, Y/N. No matter how you look or what you think I will always love you until I die. God, I love you more than life itself.” He murmured before bringing his lips to yours for a kiss full of love.

After you broke the kiss you understood how much he adored you, how much he loved you and how if he could he would put you on a pedestal.

God and you loved him too. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. Raising a family with him and living your life. With him.

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Bucky Barnes - Adrenaline Rush |one shot|

summary: the boys left to the bar, coming back late only to find that their entire floor had been broken into, you were home alone.

Warning: attempted murder, angst, fluff

Note: this was just a short thought But it’s also terribly written, sorry?.

Main Masterlist // Roomie Collection

The boys had just gotten to the local bar that was nearly a mile away from the apartment. You had a rough day at work and didn't want to leave the comforts of the apartments. You had insisted the boys still go out without you though of course Bucky objected but was dragged out anyway.

You started running yourself a bath letting it run while you reheated whatever leftover you could find in the fridge which was very limited with three boys in the apartment.

Leaning over the kitchen counter as you slowly stuff your mouth with the slightly cold food from the plastic container. Dumping half of it into the trash before proceeding to the bathroom, starting to strip yourself of your work scrubs discarding your top to the ground leaving you in your bra and your athletic shorts you usually wear under your scrubs.

The front door opening loudly caused you to jump back, peaking your head out the door, calling out for one of them.

The loud stomps are getting closer and closer to you. You realize it's not them.

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The boys were just leaving and headed home, when Bucky's phone started ringing.

His phone displays your name in bolded letters across his screen. When he answered ,your voice was shaky and sounded like you were out of breath like you were trying to stay quiet.

“y/n?” he says his brows pinched in confusion, that you had called him.

“B’, there's someone in the apartment” you whisper the tears threatening to spill over.

He can hear the loud bangs from your side of the phone before it goes quiet.

“ y/n?” no answer “ y/n!” he calls out again.

The car comes to a halt, the New York rush coming at its favored time, Steve finds a place to pull off, Bucky gets out of the car running into the direction of the apartments. Sam and Steve followed suit.

After running for over ten minutes they reached at least the block of the apartment, the sirens and flashing lights from the ambulance and police cars lighting up the entire road.

Bucky's legs seemed to carry him fast at the sight.

Reaching the caution tape lining the entrance and all the neighbors standing outside.

Bucky's eyes frantically looked around for you, finding nothing.

Ducking under the caution tape, multiple officers rushing over.

“ Sir behind the tape” they urge, pushing him back toward the yellow tape.

“ no this is my apartments my roommate was in there”

A few of your neighbors confirm that he had lived here letting their grip on him go, Bucky ventures further into the circle of ambulances.

His eyes finally find you, your body soaking wet as you shiver in the cold air, your knees pressed to your chest as you sit on the edge of the ambulance's doors, your lips nearly blue.

“ Y/N!” he calls out before running to you.

You look up from the ground, your eyes meeting him as you shove off the blanket from your shoulders discarding it to the ground, sprinting towards him the tears finally slipping as you are now just realizing what had just happened.

Your body smashes into his wrapping your arms around his shoulders, his grip around your waist as your feet depart from the ground. Your face buried into the crevice of his neck sobbing as you feel the comfort of his embrace, his lips pressing to your temple.

“You’re safe now, I’m here.” he soothes, his hand smoothing your wet hair behind your ear.

Steve and Sam were finally let through the yellow caution tape scurrying to you.

“ Barnes can I talk to you?” Leslie asks , Leslie is your coworker that was working on the scene and your best friend. " She's gonna have some mild PTSD, she was almost killed, so just make sure she's okay and maybe don't let her sleep by herself tonight. make sure she feels safe please"

" What do you mean almost killed?" he questions.

"did they not tell you what happened?" she says with wide eyes, he shook his head " the man tried to drown her-"

Bucky joins back with you, your side pressed against him as his hand runs up your arms keeping you warm as the cold air leaves small bumps scattering across your skin.

Once they finally let you back into the apartment the boys decided that they didn’t want you to sleep alone for the night, so instead they brought out all the pillows and blankets they could find and stuffed them onto the couch.

You slept on the long side of the couch Sam and Bucky took the floor and Steve slept on the other side. The only light emitting into the room was the light from the tv.

you lay on the couch facing the cushion you body rising and falling as you breath, you were terrified to close your eyes.

You flip to your other side laying your hand over the edge reaching for Bucky’s hand laying on his stomach.

He’s eyes slowly open to look at you, that pad of his thumb running against the back of your hand.

“ Can I come lay with you?” You ask in a soft whisper leaning over the edge.

“ yeah” he replies, scooting over on the floor giving you a space between him and the couch. patting the empty spot next to him.

you slowly lower yourself into the spot laying your head against his shoulder and chest you body relaxing into his side.

you knew you were safe with the three hulking men that laid near you but you still felt uneasy, but strange enough a near death experience can do that.

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