#peyton update

[peydawgz]

PLEASE overwatch fandom interact with me. I want to write for u and rp with u. tell me about your ocs and fav characters and pm me about ur headcannons.

#overwatch #overwatch headcanons #peyton update #I need friend #rp

[universalfanfic]

Chapter 27

She did it.  After a day and a half of deliberation, she sent another email to Dr. Henson. It was a polite inquiry for now. Peyton wanted to see how he would react to getting an email from her, not Lex. And if he still had the files on their sessions to give her, that couldn’t hurt. But for some reason it still felt like she was waiting to hear back about a job opportunity. A certain anxiety simmered low in her gut and she purposefully closed her internet browser to stop herself from constantly refreshing her email.

ffn

ao3

#iddwtd #update #chapter update #my writing #peyton woods

[mrtechnodads-updates-deactived]

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[draconicshinx]

Venting under readmore (pet death)

We finally spoke with a vet and basically. Some medicine might help for a while. But it's going to take a few weeks to go into affect, if it does much of anything, and at the moment he's having 1-2 seizures a day, which she said means he's likely pre-seizure, having a seizure, or post seizure 24/7.

So we scheduled for him to be put to sleep tomorrow. We're gonna feed him his favorite people food and love on him as much as possible until then.

#my poasts #for tagging purposes #pet death #update on peyton #tldr: we're going to have to put him to sleep

[music-interpretation-review]

Your Daily YouTube Cover Artist Update Poll — September 21, 2023

#daily update poll #polls #music #cover #covers #video #jonathan young #peyton parrish #Youtube

[upontheshelfreviews]

Escape From…Not On Vault Disney Plus?

Hey y’all, I’m back on one of my favorite podcasts, Escape From Vault Disney! Every March the episodes are themed to a viewers’ choice poll and this year the winner was Not On Disney Plus, meaning Tony and friends are covering Disney and Disney-owned media not on the streaming service for various reasons. In this case, we got to watch Down With Love, a 20th Century Fox comedy directed by Peyton…

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#1960&039;s #2000&039;s #Channel KRT #David Hyde Pierce #Down With Love #Escape From Vault Disney #Ewan McGregor #Kitt Quinn #parody #Peyton Reed #podcast #Renee Zellweger #Renie Revas #Romance #romantic comedy #spoof #tony goldmark #update #Youtube

[pey-up]

when will my fic come back from the war</333 (it's been less than two weeks)

#(Im also reading fics that havent updated in years) #(This is not a new development) #(Im just a dumbass) #Listen. #I like schedules.. i like things being on time... #Its literally only a day off #(SIDE NOTE BUT DONT MISINTERPRETED THIS THIS IS A POST ABOUT MY STUPID BRAIN WANTINF SCEDUELS NOT ME BEING ANNOYED AT AN AUTHOR FOR NO #T POSTING CONSTANTLY) #peyton rants

[mysfts-aa]

PEYTON PALMER’S WAND PROFILE .

WOOD :

ROWAN WOOD has always been much favoured for wands, because it is reputed to be more protective than any other, and in my experience renders all manner of defensive charms especially strong and difficult to break. it is commonly stated that no dark witch or wizard ever owned a rowan wand, and i cannot recall a single instance where one of my own rowan wands has gone on to do evil in the world. rowan is most happily placed with the clear-headed and the pure hearted, but this reputation for virtue ought not to fool anyone - these wands are the equal of any, often the better, and frequently out-perform others in duels.

CORE :

DRAGON CORE — as a rule , dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power , and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells . dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. while they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner .. the dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the dark arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord . it is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.

   LENGTH

12 ¾" .

FLEXIBILITY

SLIGHTLY SPRINGY  —  a wand with this flexibility may not appear to be very loyal at all because they will initially take to new owners quite well , but the fact of the matter is that they will always have a special tie to their original owner. as time goes on , this wand will become increasingly more troublesome for any owner that isn’t its original owner until finally it stops working altogether. this wand is good for crafting spells . owners matched with this wand may be very cheerful and optimistic, but most of all, they have very big ( and possibly overactive ) imaginations. their thought patterns tend to be outside of the box.

#━━ 𝑃𝐸𝑌𝑇𝑂𝑁 𝑃𝐴𝐿𝑀𝐸𝑅 ✗ about . #SOBS THIS IS SO THEM ... IT FUCKS ME UP : ( #PEYTON 100% HAS NAMED THEIR WAND ... I DUNNO WHAT YET #will update this post when i figure it out tho

[caitwon]

GOFUNDMES FOR LEWISTON SHOOTING VICTIMS

For those of you that DON'T know, Lewiston, Maine experienced a mass shooting on Wednesday. I am not from that part of the state, but the state is very tight knit. You're probably 3 degrees of separation from someone, maybe 5 or 6 if you're really pushing it. The suspect has not been taken into custody because they cannot find him.

These are 16 of the 18 confirmed deaths. 13 were injured. If you can donate, please donate. If you're in the state, go donate blood if you're eligible. UPDATE: suspect was found deceased. I think everyone is feeling an immense sense of relief at the news he cannot hurt another person. That being said, the community still has a lot of healing to do.

Peyton Brewer-Hoss

Justin Karcher

Arthur Strout

Maxx Hathaway

Joseph Walker

Bill and Aaron Young

Billy Brackett

Kyle Secor

Ben Dyer

fund for all victims and their families

#maine #lewiston maine #lewiston #new england #mainers #gofundme #gun violence #reblog #please share #please reblog #signal boost #donations #boosting #donate

[peydawgz]

because of the events of today, I will come out and say what I didn’t want anybody to know- I was pregnant just this year. I hid it from everyone, my parents, my friends, my coworkers. I was able to undergo a procedure to terminate my child and if I hadn’t I would have committed slip and slide and terminated both of us. I stopped writing, roleplaying, and doing everything I love because of the horrible feelings that wouldn’t leave me until the unborn child left. I quit my job because when I tried to give my manager my “doctors note”, she locked me in her office and demanded I tell her what it was for, because there was no hospital on the paper. No doctor or address or anything so it was “not valid” I cried, I yelled, “it’s an abortion, manager!” And I hoped that because she was a woman she would understand. She did not, she remained quiet and let me out of the office with no other words exchanged. Disappointed? I don’t know. I don’t care. My medical history was thrown all about by job, and when I returned after three days with no child inside me- everybody already knew. My coworkers asked me “Peyton are you pregnant? You’d be so cute with a baby in your tummy!“ I wanted to cry. No I would not. I am disgusted with that part of my body that can produce a child, I don’t want it. Those 12 weeks I spent crying every day and throwing up, unable to do my job and unable to care for myself. I want to be a man where I don’t have to worry about getting huge and everybody leaving me and undergoing that amount of pain for a full 9 months. I was so happy with my decision to get rid of it, and when everybody found out, it felt like my life was over. I found a new job, and I got back on my feet, and I’m better now. I’m struggling to find motivation in these dark times, but we can get through this together, no matter what those old fucks say. I hope that if need be, people are able to cross state lines to have their lives returned to them no questions asked, and I hope those people will be loved no matter what. This country will feel our rage soon enough.

#peyton update #roe versus wade

[universalfanfic]

Peyton situated her suitcase in the corner of the small room and explored the space as she stalled going downstairs. Just for a minute.  There was a certain level of care to the space that differed from the mansion. This was a family home. Everything, from the quilt and the bed frame, the dresser with knickknacks and a selection of books, had been picked purely based on love. On comfort. Their possessions appeared caringly used. Like they lived. It wasn’t that the mansion didn’t have a style. Obviously it did. But parts of it looked more like a museum than a home. She decided to get new throw pillows for the couches and a table runner for the dining room. Something with color. And pictures. She and Lex needed to hang up some personal photos. 

ao3 ffn wattpad

#iddwtd #smallville fanfic #lex luthor/oc #peyton woods #my writing #chapter update #night updating again u_u #hopefully it's not too boring #but I gotta let it breathe a little before I move on #and I have to put some effort into having her interact with the kents

[catt-nuevenor]

Location Change

Right, quick update on the stories. I'm currently on my final read through before submission on the fixed narrative story. Hopefully I'll be sending it off to literary agents within the month.

That means more and more of my brain is tip-toeing its way back to Myrk Mire, and it's had some thoughts.

I don't really consider them spoilers, but treat this as a soft warning for story content.

As you may recall, I want the story of Myrk Mire to be 100% cannon with the fixed narrative story, this presents certain problems I didn't have to contemplate in the previous iteration of the story or characters. Previously you were able to pick the genders of the romantic interests and for those choices to have rather large implications for the continuing narrative. I still want to give folks that choice, but, it means I have eight characters to integrate instead of four.

Let's have a quick refresher:

Previously:

Peyton (M) or Peidyn (F)

Anadora (F) or Abelyn (M)

Louis (M) or Leila (F)

Kelda (F) or Keldan (M)

New Characters:

Plehtin (M) and Pursa (F) Starling, cousins.

Anadora (F) and Abjalin (M) Webja, siblings born roughly seven months apart.

Leiz (M) and Leila (F) Fyls, twins.

Cwylla (F) and Celd (M), friends.

Right, with that lot out in the open, don't you think the old setting of the lodging house would get a touch, cramped with all these folks crammed inside? Plus, of course, our protagonist and their offspring. Speaking of which, I have another post to write-up about the protagonist. Or rather protagonists...

Anywho, my thought is this: rather than setting the main events in the lodging house, I'd set them in the tavern/pub instead. Mawkin's Watch for those who need the prompt. Previously this was run by Myne (Myrna), cousin to the main character's landlord/lady. I'm now planning for it to be a joint Starling enterprise between Myne, Plehtin, and Pursa, with rooms attached for rent. The Fyl siblings, the main character and littlun, and our eventual swampy lurkers, can all pile into said rooms, while the Webja siblings can live with Erda just across the marketplace but spend all their free time with the folks in the tavern. Keeps the cosy atmosphere without the elbowing for space, and helps me explain why the Starlings are all under one roof all the time without contrivance.

More details on storylines and some pronunciation help on the new names can be found in this post:

Intertwining Fictions

Now to figure out the post about the MC... eeep.

#myrkmire #writing update #background work #name changes #Character updates

[toothfund]

Thank you for your ongoing support and patience. My first appointment is tomorrow (Monday, March 18th) and I may not have the energy to say much afterwards, so I thought I'd update everyone today. Our next goal is funding the third procedure, for teeth #12, #14, and #15 by April 17th. We are $683 away as I'm writing this.

I'm not sure if anyone will enjoy these silly drawings, but I feel the urge to make something in response to everyone's generosity. Thank you again to everyone who shared my story and those able to donate!

#artists on tumblr #teeth #dental #traditional art #st patricks day #art #sketch #doodle #from peyton

[novastories]

Flashlight

Title and chapter loosely inspired the song “Flashlight” by Hailee Steinfield.

Summary: Sometimes, family and friends are the people you look for even in the darkest times.

Warnings: Mentions of previous incident

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: I'M BACK FOR A CHAPTER UPDATE!

I'm so sorry it took so long, I wasn't planning on a break, but because of my new job I've been busy. And I've been going through some things.

This story is almost finished, but I do plan on continuing Bradley and Aurora's story after this! Thank you so much for your support, for sticking by this story, and loving it as much as I do. 💜

Shoutout to @reginleight for editing this chapter, espeically now that she is also a working gal now. 😘

As always, likes are great and all, but comments, reblogs, and feedback are highly appreciated and loved! 🤭

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Aurora still hadn’t woken up. It had been three days since the bombing and she still was deep in her coma. The doctors said that her wounds had healed properly and that she should be waking up soon, but nothing had happened since.

She was transferred to a room out of the ICU since she wasn’t in critical condition anymore. All they were waiting for was for her to wake up.

The training for the mission had been postponed, especially since Maverick wasn’t in the right state of mind to train them as well as giving Coyote, Bob, and Phoenix a few days to rest.

Speaking of the rest of the squadron, they all had dropped by at least once a day to check in on Aurora, as well as Bradley and Peyton who spent most of their days at the hospital never wanting to leave her side.

Aurora’s NCIS team unfortunately had left to go back to DC, but not before exchanging numbers with the family so they would still receive updates on her condition. Ziva left the charm bracelet with Bradley, just as Aurora wanted.

He shed a few tears when receiving it because that had meant Aurora still thought of him even in her probably final moments. It broke his heart.

Today was the first day Maverick would be going back to base to talk to the Admirals, and training would be starting back up the next day.

At least, that’s what they had thought.

“What do you mean they took you off the mission?” Penny nearly shrieked at hearing the news. 

Penny and Maverick were in Aurora’s hospital room. Peyton, Amelia, and Bradley had left to go home for a bit while Carole and Goose left to bring dinner to Penny and Maverick.

“It means I’m done, Penny. Officially. There’s nothing I can do!” Maverick sighs as he sits in his chair.

“But, what about Ice-”

“There’s nothing Ice can do.”

“So, what? You’re just going to give up?”

“What else can I do, Pen?”

“You fight! If you had lost your wingman, you’d keep fighting. Just like when Goose left.”

“Pen-”

“If anything happens to them, you’d never forgive yourself. You know that.”

Maverick exhales. “I don’t know how to fight anymore Pen. They told me that I should take this time to be with Aurora. Maybe the admirals are right.”

“You and I both know that they’re not. Aurora would hate that you just gave up!”

“She’s right.”

Penny and Maverick quickly turn to the bed that Aurora laid in, which was a sight they were used to.

Except this time, her eyes were open.

“Oh, Rory!” Penny exclaims, rushing to hug her daughter. Aurora grunts from the hug, as Maverick rushes to press the call button for a nurse.

Aurora coughs a bit before Penny hands her a cup of water that was on the table next to her. After taking a chug of her water, Penny gave her another big hug.

Soon, all the emotions hit Aurora and she began to cry.

“I’m so sorry mom, I’m sorry I-”

“Shhh, sweetie, it’s okay, you’re safe now. It’s okay,” Penny assures her. Maverick stood on the other side of Aurora so he could hold her hand.

“We were so worried, Rory, but when we heard what you did, we couldn’t be more proud of what you had done,” Maverick tearfully told her as he brushed her hair out of her face. “It was stupid, but we’re just glad you’re okay.”

Aurora’s eyes bore into her dad’s as it filled with tears. “I fought, dad, just like you wanted me to.”

“I know, princess, I know.”

Aurora took a few seconds before asking him the question that hit him hard. “So why aren’t you fighting to go back?”

Maverick breath hitches. “B–Because maybe it’s time to turn in the wings, Ro. I’m getting old, and I should be spending more time with you.”

“Screw what the admirals say!”

“Rory, language,” Penny warns her daughter.

“You have to keep fighting, because if you give up, you won’t forgive yourself for what happens on that mission. We’re Mitchell’s, it’s in our blood. We keep fighting, no matter what,” Aurora affirms. 

Penny chuckles before kissing her daughter’s forehead. Maverick smiles, softly.

“I don’t even know what to do.”

“You’ll find a way, you always do,” Aurora smiles before she squeezes her dad’s hand. “Most likely, something illegal, but you’ll find a way.”

“Aurora Benjamin-Mitchell, don’t encourage your father!” Penny exclaims.

“Oh, please! I bet you he’s already thinking about it! It’s not like I told him to bomb the base or steal a plane!”

“Bomb jokes, really? This soon?” Penny gives her a worried look.

“Then you don’t want to hear any of the jokes Tony and I make when we’re on the field. We got head slaps from Gibbs so many times. I can feel one right now, it’s like Gibbs can tell I made a stupid joke,” Aurora winces, putting her hand on the back of her head as if Gibbs had just head slapped her. Penny rolls her eyes, as Maverick chuckles.

Soon a nurse comes by to take Aurora’s vitals, while Penny and Maverick leave so Aurora can have a bit of space. Penny rushes out to give Sarah a phone call, as Maverick calls Gibbs and the team about her being awake.

A few seconds after the call ended, Peyton, Amelia, and Bradley burst through the double swing doors that were used to enter the wing Aurora was staying at. Bradley was clutching a bouquet of flowers Maverick knew was meant for Aurora, as he liked to replace the flowers every day so Aurora would “wake up with a fresh bouquet” according to him.

Today, the flowers he had in his hand were pink carnations and white roses, symbolizing love and appreciation.

“S-she’s awake? The receptionist, they s-said, h-hold on, give me a second to breathe, I haven’t ran in s-so long,” Peyton bends over panting from running.

“Dude, we just ran from the front desk, which was not even that far,” Amelia gave him a deadpan look. Peyton ignores her and just keeps puffing out air.

“She’s awake?” Bradley looked hopeful at Maverick. Maverick smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, but right now she’s getting checked up on by the nurse, so we’ll wait until she’s done with the assessment. Wait, where’s Goose and Carole?”

“Here!” Goose bursts in dramatically through the double swing doors, holding a bag of takeout in his hands and almost hitting a nurse from the force of it, with Carole shaking her head behind him.

“Goose, careful!” Carole scolds him.

“It’s fine honey, if someone gets hurt, it’s all good because we’re already at a hospital!”

Carole sighs before turning to Maverick.

“We heard what happened. They pulled you out of the mission?”

“Wait, what?!” The trio of children exclaim at the news.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to figure it out,” Maverick reassures them.

The nurse soon walks out of Aurora’s room, saying that they were able to all visit her now. Everyone piled in, with Amelia and Peyton leading the group in, and were the first to hug Aurora.

Amelia and Peyton start tearing up, while Aurora holds them tightly.

To occupy himself, Bradley put the flowers he had in his hand in an empty vase that sat next to Aurora’s hospital bed side, as he already took the older flowers and left them at their house.

The dining table was filled with an older bouquet of flowers that Bradley had gotten for Aurora every day. Peyton complained when he started doing it because he kept sneezing from the amount of flowers, but he stopped complaining after day two. 

Carole and Goose were the next ones to hug Aurora next, Carole telling her how worried she was, while Goose kept trying to get Carole to stop nagging her. Aurora soon laid eyes on Bradley, and she started tearing up.

Bradley took that as a sign to rush to his best friend’s side and hug her tightly.

“I’m sorry, B. I’m so sorry,” Aurora whispered.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe now,” he shushes her, as he combs his hands through her hair. She sniffles and they separate from the hug.

“You gave us quite a big scare there little star,” Goose sniffles as he and Carole come to Aurora’s side.

“Sorry, Uncle Goose,” Aurora cringes, knowing she had worried her family and friends.

“We’re just glad you’re alright,” Carole assures her, brushing some of Aurora’s hair back in a motherly gesture.

“Your team had to leave, but I gave them a call and they’re all happy that you’re doing okay and awake,” Maverick told her.

“And,” Amelia spoke up. “They told us about the case.”

Aurora looks at her confused. “What case?”

“You know…the case about…your scars,” Peyton hesitantly tells her. Aurora pales at that and almost starts going into a panic attack if Bradley didn’t rush to hold her hand.

“Hey, hey, you’re alright. No one’s going to hurt you now,” he assures her. Aurora hesitantly looks up into Bradley’s eyes, her eyes filled with tears.

“You all know?”

“We all know now.”

Aurora’s lips quiver thinking back to that case, where she barely had escaped with her life if it wasn’t for her team finding her and saving her.

Amelia and Peyton rushed to Aurora’s side, not only to comfort their sister, but to let her know that they were always by her side. Aurora cries and keeps whispering ‘I’m sorry’ to them, to which they kept telling her it wasn’t her fault.

Aurora was awake, and physically okay. The demons of her past haunt her on her darkest days, but with her family by her side, she was going to be okay. Because they were her light in the dark of everything, her flashlight when she’s lost.

—

It was about two days since Aurora woke up and right now, she was sitting alone in her hospital room. She was to be discharged soon, and she was grateful for it.

The doctor told her that she just needed a few days of bed rest, and that she should be okay, after they took a few vitals and scans of her. She had a few visitors after she woke up, one of them being Lucille.

“I can’t believe you almost got blown to pieces!” Lucille first said when she stepped into Aurora’s room before launching into a hug.

“Luci, I can’t breathe. Too tight,” was all Aurora could breath out when Lucille latched onto her.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry,” Lucille lets her go before sitting next to her.

“Besides, it’s not like I could have stood there and done nothing. I had to save the hostages,” Aurora adds.

“And yet, you almost got blown up in the process. I know your job is dangerous, and you probably had gone through worse, but I really thought I lost you RoRo,” Lucille leans on Aurora’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry I scared you, Luci. I promise, you’re not losing me anytime soon.”

“Good, because you owe me donuts for what you put me through.”

Aurora chuckles, before also leaning on Lucille. “Deal.”

And when she didn’t have any visitors, she was able to video call Gibbs and the team.

“We’re so glad you’re doing alright!” Abby exclaims as she smiles at Aurora. 

The team had video called her from the NCIS HQ bullpen, and Aurora stares wistfully at the background, missing her old office space.

“Did you hear about the award ceremony that’s going to be happening in a few months?” McGee asks Aurora. Aurora looks at him confused.

“Award ceremony?”

“Director Vance is awarding you the Navy Distinguished Civilian Service Award for your service at NCIS as well as the actions during the bombing case.”

Aurora stares at them. “What?”

“You saved a lot of Navy dependents, plus your work at NCIS. Director wanted to-”

“But I couldn’t save Adam Lewis,” Aurora interrupts. She couldn’t save him, she didn’t believe she should earn an award.

“Artemis, there’s nothing you could have done. He entered that coffee shop knowing his end game was to kill himself,” Ziva assures her. 

“I still could have done something.” Aurora whispers, as a tear falls down her cheek.

“Rule #11.” Gibbs reminds her.

“Gibbs,” Aurora pleads.

“Artemis.”

Aurora bites the inside of her cheek before answering him, “‘When the job is done, walk away.’”

“We’re all glad you’re doing alright kiddo, but you need to walk away from the case. It’s done, it’s closed. You need to focus on yourself now.”

Aurora sighs, before nodding about what he said. Abby and Ziva soon start gossiping about what she had missed, with McGee and Tony joining in as Gibbs leaves them to chat.

She had another visitor that she was expecting, which was Jake Seresin.

“I was so worried. You scared us all half to death,” Jake ruffled her hair, and sat down next to her. Aurora had full mobility of everything, so she sat upright in her hospital bed.

“It wasn’t like that was my intention. I had to do my job.”

“Well, your job sucks.”

“My job also happened to save your life, remember?”

“Like you’ll ever let me forget.”

A lull hits in their conversation before Aurora speaks up.

“Have you talked to Peyton?”

Jake shakes his head. “Not really. I think he’s a bit mad at me for knowing about what happened to you and your PTSD before even he did.”

“He’ll get over it. I’m talking about you and him.

“There is no us, Rory. he’s made that very clear.”

“No, what he’s made clear is that he doesn’t want to go through heartbreak again if you’re just going to leave him how you always leave your wingman, hanging,” Aurora insists.

“Ro-”

“Jake, I nearly died. Life is too precious to waste, if you love him, what’s holding you back?”

“I-I don’t want to hurt him.”

“You’re hurting him now by not saying anything. What happens when you both go on the mission? What happens if you don't come back? You really want the last words you ever said to him to be something in passing?”

Jake looked at Aurora. This mission was already something he was nervous for, and now that Maverick was taken off as instructor, the parameters of the mission, although possible, probably would not work if they didn’t stick to the ones Maverick had set for them. They needed Maverick, whether the Admirals liked it or not.

“Just tell him, Jake. It would do you both a lot of good. And maybe he’d stop complaining so much about you,” Aurora snickers.

“We’ll see Ro,” was all Jake could promise her. “Maybe I’ll talk to him after the mission, or maybe even when they tell us who’s flying the mission. I guess we’ll just have to see.”

“When do they decide who’s flying the mission?” 

“In 2 days, the day before we leave.”

It was already the next day, which means they will be deciding who flies the mission tomorrow, making Aurora feel even antsier.

From what Maverick had told her, he was going to try and win back his place at Top Gun today, but what was the plan? She had no idea. 

Soon she heard running in the hallway and they stopped at her doorway, it was Peyton and Amelia.

“Dad stole an F-18!” Peyton exclaims as he catches his breath.

“HE DID WHAT?!”

“You should have seen him, Ro! He flew through the course like it was a breeze! It was so awesome!”

“Wait, can you go back to the part where he stole an F-18?!”

“Well, not stole, per-se. More like borrowed to prove to the admirals that they couldn’t just kick him off the mission.”

“And?”

“And now he's the team leader!” Amelia exclaims as she sat next to Aurora in the hospital bed.

Aurora’s jaw dropped.”What?!”

Peyton smirks. “My reaction too.”

“I was joking about him stealing an aircraft, but I didn’t know he’d actually do it,” Aurora shook her head, chuckling. Then she realizes her parents were nowhere to be seen.

“So wait, where’s dad now?”

“With mom. They wanted some ‘alone’ time together, as if we don’t know what that means,” Amelia tells her, making air quotes on the words alone.

Peyton and Aurora grimace at the thought of what Amelia was insinuating. But soon Aurora smiles.

“Mom and dad are together…again.”

“We all knew it was going to happen eventually,” Amelia smirks.

“Yeah, but now, it’s real. Like something about right now feels like it’s going to be “it” this time, you know?”

Peyton nods. “Yeah, I’m glad they finally came to their senses.”

“Which means, since dad or mom isn’t here, we are in charge of getting you home.”

Aurora pales. “Uh, I don’t know if I like that.”

“Oh c’mon, we’ll get some tacos on the way home and Amelia can sleepover!” Peyton assures her.

“Okay, that does sound good.”

“And, we can even let Amelia drive!”

“Yeah!” “No!”

Amelia looked sad as her sister shot down the idea.

“But, I need practice,” Amelia whines.

“Ami, when you get your permit, and when I’m not coming from the hospital, you can drive. But for now, we’re going to have to suffer through Pey’s driving.”

“What’s wrong with my driving?!”

“Let’s just say, I’m so glad you didn’t become a pilot with your driving skills, you would be a danger in the skies.”

Peyton scoffs before looking to Amelia for support, but she nods along at Aurora’s statement.

He rolls his eyes before he goes to sign the papers releasing Aurora while Amelia helped her sister get her things together as there were quite a few things people had sent and brought Aurora while she was in the hospital.

Aurora pauses packing staring at today’s bouquet of flowers, provided by Bradley of course. Today they were pink and red roses. She smiled as she touched the delicate petals.

Pink and red, colors that symbolized both Aurora and Bradley, Aurora being pink, and Bradley being red, which also suited him since they were also his helmet colors. She also knew it symbolized love and affection.

“Bradley got so many bouquets of flowers, they’re all waiting for you at home. He didn’t throw any out and he would bring a fresh one every day he came to visit. All meticulously picked out by him,” Amelia interrupts her thoughts as Aurora looks over to her sister who was smiling at her.

“He was really worried about you, Rory.” Amelia continues. “I mean, we all were, but Bradley was distraught. Your boss had to give him a talking to. I don’t think I ever saw Bradley that terrified and scared, even when Auntie Carole got cancer. He truly loves you.”

“I know,” Aurora gives her a small smile before turning back to the bouquet of flowers.

“So, what’s holding you back now? I mean, you should tell him. I overheard what you and Jake were talking about. It seems like it’s time for you to take your own advice. Before it’s too late.”

Aurora stares out the window. “You’re right, Ames.”

Her being in a coma definitely changed everything for her. It made her think about what she could have lost if something did happen to her. She didn’t want to live her life full of regrets anymore. She was ready to leave her past behind.

She was ready to move on and tell Bradley everything.

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WIP game

"Let's strip bare and show our drafts!" -

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Most of you know, when it comes to writing I'm a chaos queen. There are way too many wips and ideas in my folders. And sometimes I work on all of them, sometimes I am focused on one and most of the time I can't find my will to work on anything.

At the moment it's the second one for me. I'm a little stuck at the things I should write (sorry for the ones waiting for an update on Believe in Me 🥺) and throwing out WIP no. 11 somehow did the trick. I wrote more than I actually wanted to, for a character that I hadn't planned writing for.

It's going to be a one shot, or maybe I split it in two parts because it's getting a little long.

But whatever thought you might have had, it got lost the moment the doors opened and you saw him. He was sitting on a stone bench, close to the balustrade, gazing over the lights of the city. He didn't seem to care about the drizzle, slowly soaking his suit. It reminded you of that night where he found you in front of that motel. In the soft light reflecting, even his face looked younger.

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Forever Mine: Part 1

Chapter Summary: Your husband returns from his duties and you take a family trip. You end up in the hospital and receive a visitor.

Word Count: Just under 2.4K

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WARNINGS: PTSD, mentions of war, Reader is a mother (because some readers choose not to read stories with children), mentions of assault, hospital stay, reader is drugged and abducted. *Warnings updated with each chapter*

*Not beta'd thus any and all mistakes are my own*

*Dividers above by @maysdigitalarts ​*

*Dividers in story by @whimsicalrogers *

Steve Rogers, Chief Petty Officer 2nd class in the Canadian Armed Forces JTF2 Squad, leads a team of SIX MEN through the halls of a dark, abandoned, war-torn building. The men are staggered two by three, wiping out all assailants as they clear the building and silently push forward as a unit. They check every corner and window until the hall ends in a T-intersection.

Steve lies in wait as his team links up. His brother in arms, BREEN LIGHTNING, places a hand on his shoulder. The soldier behind him follows suit, his hand on Breen’s shoulder, awaiting further instruction.

Steve signals the other three men to move forward. James 'Bucky' Barnes immediately comes shoulder to shoulder with him. The two soldiers stand eye to eye as the men behind Bucky mirror Steve’s team, grasping the shoulder of the man in front.

Steve checks their corner and sees everything is clear. He looks to Bucky and motions him to take the lead with his team while signalling his men to hold their position with a raised fist, his eyes returning to the empty hall.

Bucky follows his orders, nodding to the two men on his six. They advance down the hall to the left. Once the last man has rounded the corner, Steve leads his team down the hall on the right.

The sounds of war, VOICES CALL OUT directives and “all clears,” ASSAULT RIFLES BURST, the sounds fade with...

FIREWORKS POPPING.

HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE, young and old, occupy the open fields and rolling hills of Calgary’s Nose Hill Park; all eyes are on the sky as fireworks fly overhead.

Steve stands lost in thought. He's stupidly attractive with or without his current hiatus scruff. However, if you had your choice in the matter, he’d never shave. You reach out to your husband with concern and lovingly rub his back.

Steve stands straighter with a SHARP INHALE as he turns, pulled from his thoughts.

“Where were you just then?”

He smiles, pulls you close, and reassures you with a kiss on your forehead. “Nowhere.”

You rub your belly instinctively and lean into his embrace as you look fondly upon your one-year-old twins sitting in their double stroller. Both toddlers have red maple leaves on their cheeks and stare at the sky in wonder. It makes you smile seeing them so focused and in a state of awe.

4 YEARS LATER

Breen, Steve’s brother-in-arms and best friend, sits with an arm in a sling on the porch swing of a grey house with a navy door.

Your four small children, BRIER (5), BAILEY (5), PEYTON (3), and DELANEY (2), play happily in a kiddie pool in the middle of the yard. Water toys are scattered everywhere but in the pool. Towels and chalk litter the sidewalk and porch.

The front door opens, and you step out smiling with a nursing blanket over your shoulder, a baby monitor clipped to your pocket, and a tray of plates, cutlery, and pink lemonade in your arms. “Here, let me help you.” Breen moves to stand.

“No, no, you rest.” You set the tray on a small table next to a beautifully decorated birthday cake, half blue and half pink, and pour Breen a glass of lemonade as he settles back in his chair.

Breen takes the glass and looks at the kids running around laughing. “They’re all growing so fast.”

You turn to gather the towels scattered around the porch and hang them over the railing, beaming with pride at your four beautiful babies as you do. “I know. I wish they could stay this small forever.” You sit in a chair across from Breen and cut into the cake, quickly offering him a slice. “Here, eat.”

Breen happily sets his lemonade aside as you plate the slice of cake.

“Daddy!” The twins squeal with glee.

Your smile fades as you turn your attention out to the yard. The cake nearly slides off the plate you’re holding and into Breen’s lap before he can accept it.

Steve, now CPO 1st class and wearing dark navy army fatigues, drops a large duffle bag in the middle of the walkway and falls to his knee with arms stretched wide. Bailey and Brier jump into his waiting arms as the two toddlers rush up behind them. After a quick bear hug, the kids all return to their fun.

Steve stands and gives you a slight smile, a little worried about your current state of shock.

You smile back, a smirk that quickly grows into a big toothy grin as excitement fills your heart. It’s really him, he’s been away too long. You fly down the front steps and jump into Steve's arms, squeezing him tight. You shower him with kisses until you find his lips, and his tongue swipes at your lips. You allow him to deepen the kiss, your fingers combing his hair. The kiss is full of passion and longing. He sets you down, rests his forehead against yours, breathless. “I missed you,” you whisper. “Not as much as I missed you,” he whispers back.

The two of you stare into each other’s eyes a moment longer until you’re ripped from your bubble. “Hey!” You turn to find Breen standing on the top step glaring at Steve.

“What’s he doing here?” Steve asks as he protectively pushes you behind him.

Before you can answer, both men advance toward each other, ready to fight. “Would you two get a room?” You say as soon as they are toe to toe. They break into laughter and Steve pulls his friend in for a hug. You scoop up Steve’s bag and haul it over. “So you’re just gonna get yourself injured, come home, and hang out with my wife?”

“I was getting on Maya’s nerves. She kicked me outta the house for the day; figured I’d come here and annoy Y/N.

You drop the bag at Steve's feet. “Honestly, any adult conversation is welcome these days.”

Steve lifts the bag over his shoulder as if it weighs nothing and wraps his arm around you, kissing your forehead as he leads you back to the porch.

You LAUGH along with your daughters Brier-Lynn and Peyton, who are helping bake cookies. Their little faces and clothes are dusted with flour, as is everything else, but you live for these moments.

Delaney sits in a high chair beside the island, preoccupied with an activity cube. You sneak her a couple of chocolate chips as you discard dishes in the sink. On your return to the island counter, you grab a carton of eggs from the fridge and spot Bailey in front of the large kitchen window, his face pressed to the glass. “Bailey, what are you doing, sweetie?”

“What's daddy doing?”

You look out the window to see Steve cutting and measuring wood in the middle of the backyard. “Daddy's been gone a while, and he's just trying to catch up on some of the chores.”

Bailey quickly turns to you with excitement. “I want to help.”

You glance out the window at your husband, angrily hammering at a piece of wood on his workbench. The wood breaks and the hammer is thrown across the yard as he begins to pace; resembling a caged lion.

“Maybe later, okay?” Steve turns back to his workbench, flips the whole thing on its side, then rips an extension cord from the mess he created. He untangles the cable and wraps it up. You tear your eyes from the window to find your son pouting. “Why don’t you come help us bake cookies? I’ll let you taste the icing.”

Bailey lights up again and joins his sisters on the long step stool in front of the kitchen island.

You look out the window one last time to find Steve tidying the tools and materials around the workbench, now sitting upright.

You tuck in the children and make your way around the house searching for Steve, cleaning up toys along the way. You wander outside and find Steve sitting on the back steps, looking up at the stars and nursing a beer. You sit next to him, one step higher, and wrap your arms around him as you rest your chin on his shoulder. Steve kisses your cheek and leans his elbow on your lap, his eyes returning to the sky above. “I think we should take a trip.”

His gaze falls to the yard as he contemplates your idea. Setting his beer aside, he pulls you into his lap, sweeps your hair out of your eyes and behind your ear. “What if we left tonight?” You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him with bruising desire. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Smoke escapes a cracked window of a dark vehicle idling across the street from the Hillcrest parking lot in Revelstoke.

You and Steve work as a team unloading the SUV. Steve opens a double stroller, loads a few smaller items into the bottom storage compartment, and you transfer the sleeping toddler girls from their car seats into the stroller. As you strap the newborn to your chest, he pulls out a pair of suitcases and tosses a duffle over his shoulder.

Finally, Steve takes a twin in each arm, and you lock up, turning to slip the keys into his pocket. You give him a flirty kiss, hands roaming up his chest to frame his face. You pull away with a smirk and lead the way inside. He quickly grabs the bags and follows behind. King of one trip.

A cigarette is flicked from the cracked window of the dark vehicle as it pulls away and disappears around a corner.

You’re fast asleep in a hospital bed clutching a pillow to your chest. 

Bucky Barnes, ex-SAS, charming, devilishly handsome, eyes hiding the trauma of a dark past, races down the hall. A PAIR OF NURSES trail close behind in an attempt to stop him.

DOCTOR BRUCE BANNER, naturally curious and friendly, sees the chase and steps in to block Bucky’s advancement. “Excuse me, sir...” Bucky nearly collides with the man. “Can I help you?”

“I'm looking for my wife.“ Bucky states.

“We can help find her once we get you signed in.” Doctor Banner tries to lead him back the way he came.

Bucky steps out of his reach with an exasperated SIGH as he places one hand on his hip, smoothes his beard with the other and then runs his fingers through his hair in frustration, the white gold band on his ring finger on full display. “My wife is right there. I just want to see her. She needs to know she is not alone.” Bucky pleads, pointing to the room just behind Doctor Banner.

“My apologies, sir. The patient in that room arrived only moments ago. She is still currently a Jane Doe. I am sure one of these nurses wou--”

“I know it's her! I followed the goddamn ambulance. I’m the one who called the fucking thing.” Bucky cuts him off, letting his frustration show.

“Sir.” Doctor Banner shrugs, hands tied.

Bucky takes another step back with a calming breath, hands raised in surrender as he tries to think. “I’m sure I have... Something.” He searches the pockets of his grey dinner jacket and pulls out a photo name tag. Bucky hands the card to Doctor Banner and unconsciously wipes the front of his sweater as if to straighten the tie beneath. “I must have left my wallet."

Banner examines the name tag.

“I know it’s horrible in terms of identification.” Bucky glances back at the two nurses, CLEARS HIS THROAT, and returns his full attention to the Doctor. “We were on our way to The Sutton Place Hotel.” He continues. “I was supposed to be a guest speaker representing my architecture firm. The wife,” He nods to your room, "saw the bakery on our way, heard about it through one of those magazines she's always reading. Instead of waiting until my schedule cleared up, I pulled over and told her I'd park the car.”

Doctor Banner hands the card back.

“As soon as I stepped foot in the alley, I saw her lying there. Her purse and everything was gone, even her ring.” As if remembering something, Bucky holds up an index finger, tucks his name tag away and pulls out a phone. “I have photos.” He offers the phone to Doctor Banner.

The Doctor flips through a few pictures and hands the phone back. “I apologize, Mr. London.” He steps aside, and the nurses return to their desk.

Bucky enters the room with the Doctor at his side. He hesitantly moves closer to your bed, overwhelmed with emotions. Is he dreaming? If he is, he never wants to wake up now that he finally has you within his reach.

“She was slipping in and out of consciousness when help arrived. We gave her a mild sedative to calm her nerves.” Doctor Banner observes Bucky’s apprehensive movements. “Does your wife have any allergies to medications?”

He doesn’t take his eyes off of you. “No, nothing.” Taking your hand in his, he lets out a shuddered breath and kneels beside your bed. He fights back angry tears at your current condition, kisses your hand and a tear escapes. “I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry.” More tears fall as he tenderly tucks your hair behind your ear.

“Mr. London, you should know that the police are on their way. They will want to speak to you and...”

There’s a visible tick in his jaw at the interruption, though he still keeps his full attention on you. “Y/N”

Doctor Banner is hesitant to interrupt further. “When you are ready, we have a few forms that you will need to fill out at the nurses station.”

Bucky gives Doctor Banner a slight nod, and the Doctor immediately excuses himself, drawing the privacy curtains closed on his way.

Bucky’s head snaps up with the look of a stone-cold killer. Eyes dry, a completely different man than the one who entered moments ago. He removes a syringe from his inside pocket and inserts the needle into the IV, eyes trained on the curtain.

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