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[eyelessfog]

In the shadow rot au, do you have both esmp 1 and 2 characters of the same creator or just one or the other (ex: count fwhip and goblin fwhip)

both!

[binniesbooks]

hi fayebae(again), clearly our convo from insta got to my head, once again feeding ur soobin delulu(that's what I'm here for) bf!soobin x reader! (soobin and reader is dating and are living together)

it was mayb a few days before your cycle, which meant that you were hornier than usual. you waited for soobin to get home from work until you fell asleep. let's say your horny thoughts were really apparent as while you were having wet dreams, your moans were also happening in real time. and that's what soobin came back to. you moaning his name, asking him to fuck you deeper.

soobin couldn't hold back his thoughts either, and ended up joining you in bed. he starts leaving kisses along your prominent jawline, which he loved so much, until he reached your mouth, giving you soft pecks to wake you up from your slumber.

you were shocked when you realized that everything happening in your dream was happening to you in real time.

"wanna tell me what you were dreaming of? i heard you moaning my name and I want in on it." soobin said

(you alr know!! SMUT SMUT SMUT LETS GO hehe i hope it awakes smth in you gahh <33) enjoy~

• ENGAGEMENT RING

SB 000 .F23 2024

wc 2.9k

pairings officeworkerbf!Soobin x ovulatingfem!reader

warnings slight fingering, edging, marking, breeding kink, cum play, mention of marriage (+ anything I've missed)

faye's note this would be special for my fellow moas who has sharp features like me. (I think this fic would come out a little bit biased than the others, please don't roast me 😖 I have a prominent jawline, and she's just feeding my delusions these past few weeks 😭😂) I just had to do it. Nevertheless, I hope you still enjoy this one, please just disregard the personalized features 😖😖😖)

"Bin, seriously! My back hurts so damn much," you groaned as you tried massaging your back for the nth time today.

Your body has been aching for a while now as your cycle was nearing. And there were no other symptoms to check, other than your aching lower back and a pounding headache.

Soobin was panicking, again. He doesn't know what to do first. Should he check on the food that he was cooking, answer the ringing phone, or attend to your needs?

You chuckled as you watched him pace around, not knowing what to do.

"Turn off the stove first, loverboy. Then answer the phone." You were now sprawled out on the couch. You tried your best to stretch, straighten, and relax your back. It just felt like you were being torn into two.

"Yes, I sent it already. All right. Let's check it tomorrow." Soobin was speaking to someone on the phone. Maybe his manager?

"Is something wrong?" you asked when he hangs up.

Soobin hums, sitting down on the couch in the free space just above your head.

"I think my manager misplaced, no, probably deleted the file I sent him," he said, gently stroking your hair.

You moved up a bit, making his thigh a makeshift pillow as you nuzzled your face against his abdomen.

"You're gonna go out early tomorrow then?" Your voice muffled with his shirt as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

"Looks like it," he sighs. "Lay on your stomach, I'll give you a massage," he adds.

"Dun' wanna," you pout, burying your face more in his abdomen.

"Come on, little bun," he coos, still running his fingers through your hair.

You eventually gave up. Especially since you were feeling so sore and achy in your lower back. Soobin gave you a massage just enough to ease the pain in your back. Not too much pressure, not too little.

After eating dinner and watching him do the dishes—he doesn't want you to do it, of course—you trudged your way to the bathroom. You wanted a warm bath. And a warm bath should be shared by two, right?

"Soobin," you warned. Soobin was planting wet kisses on your shoulder as you two were soaked in the water. The tub is overflowing as you two move.

"Yes, little bun," he answered innocently as he grinned.

"I wanted to relax," you said, rolling your eyes as you leaned on his chest, your head resting on his shoulder.

"Relax then. I know you're cycle is near, I just want you closer to me," Soobin muttered under his breath as he wrapped his arms around you. Your eyes were closed, relaxed from the steam coming from your warm bath, until you felt a wet, cold, slimy thing touch your skin.

"Hmm, Soob..." Your voice came out soft and whiny.

Soobin continued kissing and licking your shoulder. His kisses became open-mouthed as they traveled up to your neck.

"Fuck, Bin h-hah..." you squirmed, clutching his hand that was wrapped around you, tilting your head sideways to give more access to your neck.

"Ahh!" You yelped as you felt him sucking on your skin. His tongue is dancing across the red mark on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

"Bin, please..." He knows you want more. He could feel it. Five years of dating isn't nothing, he totally knows you now. What you want and what you don't.

Soobin pulled away, rubbing the mark with his finger. "Let's go and dry up, we might end up catching a cold," he announced.

"Soobin!" You screamed when he got out of the tub and grabbed the towels. He was silently smiling to himself. He got you all worked up, only leaving you wanting more.

After slipping on your pajamas, you quickly buried yourself in bed. Creating a huge distance between the two of you, pouting at what he just did.

Soobin stretched his hand out to reach your waist, trying to pull you closer. You swat his hand and place your pillows between the two of you. "Don't get any closer, I hate you," you pouted. Soobin only chuckled at you. He didn't move, and you fell into a deep slumber.

You woke up with a warm feeling on your cheeks. You snuggled closer to what you thought was your pillow, but weren't pillows supposed to be soft? They are in no way hard at all. You couldn't remember a time when you had a hard and warm pillow.

You opened your eyes to meet a shirtless man—your boyfriend. You were snuggled close to him, with his arm acting as your pillow. But his arm wasn't on your waist, it was just laying on his own waist.

"Hey Mr. Bunny, didn't I tell you not to get close to me?" You gently poked his chest, causing him to groan as he woke up.

"Hmm?" Soobin hums, clueless as to what was happening.

"I said, I told you not to get close to me, and you're even shirtless," you nagged.

"Excuse me, Miss Ma'am, you were the one who snuggled close to me, in this hot season at that." He yawns, his voice deep, hoarse, and sleepy.

"Why would I do that?" You questioned, still angry about last night.

"You don't believe me, don't you?" he chuckled, "Check the CCTV."

Your eyes flew towards the CCTV on the corner ceiling, flashing a small red light, almost invisible to bare eyes. You clicked your tongue, you know that CCTV footage could stand as big evidence.

"I hate you, Bin," you muttered, burying your face in his neck as you ran your hands along his fairly toned chest and abs before wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Mhm, I love you too, little bun," he said, planting a soft kiss on the top of your head.

"What do you want for breakfast?" You asked, still feeling his body warmth radiating off of him.

"Little bun, I want some morning sex," he whispered, gently stroking your hair.

"Don't joke around like that. You're not the one to want those types of things." You pinched his waist as he chuckled, wincing from your pinch.

"You need to get up now, you're going out, right? I'll cook something for breakfast real quick." You sat down on the edge of your bed, fixing your hair. Soobin only sprawled his whole body on the bed. "Wake me up when breakfast is ready, I still want to sleep." His lips were pouty as he uttered his plea.

You gently tapped Soobin's shoulder to wake him up. "Bin. Wake up now, you're gonna be late," you whispered. Soobin grunts and only stirs for a bit before continuing to sleep.

"Loverboy, wake up now." You dipped your head down, kissing his shoulder.

Soobin's eyes flutter with your warm lips touching his fair skin. He smiles to himself, realizing you're giving him shoulder kisses.

Soobin turns, pulling you in for a kiss and a tight hug. Getting up to start preparing for the day.

"I'll get going now, little bun. Take care of yourself, 'mkay? I love you, sweetie," Soobin kissed the tip of your nose before closing the front door. You heard the car engine switch up and the faint sound as he drove away.

You plopped down on the couch, watching your favorite show, when your doorbell rang.

It's not Soobin, you're sure. He never rings the doorbell.

You peeked outside from the window, and you saw a delivery guy standing in front of your house. You open the door slightly, keeping the chain lock intact, just to be sure. You don't want your boyfriend to come home and find you dead.

"Ma'am there's delivery for Mr.... Choi Soobin?" The delivery guy reads the package. It was a small box. "Please sign here as you receive the package," he added.

You thanked the delivery guy and watched him stride away before locking your door.

You sat on the couch once again, turning off the TV as you searched for a cutter or a pair of scissors in the drawer just beside your couch.

You carefully cut the package. It's not yours, but Soobin never questioned you, even when you kept opening his packages. At least he knows it's safe.

You opened the small box, and a shiny little piece of jewelry was neatly sitting inside the box. Your initials and his surname were written in small letters, on a pendant.

You smiled, chuckling to yourself as you wore the necklace and took a picture of yourself. Your jawline was prominent as you looked sideways, taking multiple shots to send him.

Loverboy <3

You: I just received a package, loverboy. I love you :* [5 image attached]

Loverboy: Oh, I even forgot that. That's supposed to be my gift to you, but it was shipped so late. It looks pretty on you, little bun. You're so pretty. I love you so much :)

You felt so excited wearing the necklace, however, your shared apartment always felt empty whenever Soobin was out. It was boring. It was plain. It was just a building whenever he was out—a complete contrast to a home whenever he was with you inside.

After you've completed the chores you were supposed to do, eating your late lunch, and sneaking in an ice cream, the food coma kicks in.

You felt so sleepy, so you headed inside your room. "I'm just gonna take a small nap and wait for him," you muttered, scrolling through your phone to shake off your sleepiness.

You stopped scrolling when you saw a video in your gallery—it was Soobin, and it was a mirror shot. He's shirtless, only wearing his work slacks, and you were on his lap, his dress shirt only draped over your shoulder.

And you were reminded once again about last night. How he kept on fueling your heat only to leave you unsatisfied.

Your ovulation wasn't helping either. Feeling a lot more horny than usual. Especially with your boyfriend being as hot as freshly made bread.

You're body felt on fire as you clicked the video, he was moaning as you kept grinding above him. You played it so many times that it even served as a lullaby to you, slowly lulling you to sleep.

You didn't know how long you were asleep. It was only supposed to be an afternoon nap, but you haven't woken up yet. You didn't even notice the sound of the engine turning off in your garage. Nor the click of the key on the front door. And even the opening of the door to your bedroom.

Soobin watched your sweaty figure sleeping on the bed. Your brows are creasing, your fingers are twitching, and you are clutching the sheets. Small whines and soft whimpers are coming out of your mouth.

His eyes caught the phone warning for a low battery. Soobin swiped on the phone, almost throwing it back to the bed with how hot the phone was. The short video is on replay.

"Soobin..." His head snaps towards your figure as he watches you squirm.

"B-bin... More. N-need you..." You were whimpering. Soobin felt his tiredness suddenly melt away as he felt his cock twitch underneath his pants.

"Please... Deeper ohh, fuck..." Your moans were so soft that they made his stomach twist. You sounded so subby.

Soobin sat beside your sleeping figure, gently caressing your cheeks. Carefully putting away your hair strands, that were stuck against your sweaty forehead.

"Mmmph!" Your head turns to the side, as you rub your thighs together.

Soobin couldn't hold it any longer either. He dipped his head down, kissing your exposed and prominent jawline.

This was only one of the things he really loved about you. Your unique features. Your sharp facial feature completely contrasted with your soft heart.

Your breathy moans made the hair on his nape stand up, it felt too arousing for him. Especially how your lips were being caught between your teeth as you kept on clutching on the sheets.

Quickly slipping out of his buttoned shirt, he bends down once again, gently grabbing both of your wrists to pin them above your head as he continues to kiss your jawline. Soobin left pretty marks on the junction of your neck and shoulder, making him more worked up as your moans got more high-pitched.

His lips move back to your jawline, and he pulls back a little to hover above you, giving you small pecks on your lips as he slowly grinds above you. His hard and throbbing cock felt choked inside his pants.

Your eyes flutter open, grunting at the heavy feeling. Your eyes are meeting his pretty ones.

"Wanna... Wanna tell me what're you dreaming about, little bun? Hm?" Soobin asked, staring down at you, brushing his tongue over his red lips.

"You keep on moaning my name, it's making me feel aroused, you know," he grunts, bucking his hips.

"B-bin?" Your eyes widened, realizing this was not a dream. The real deal was already in front of you, no, above you, rather.

"Yes, pretty. The owner of the name you k-kept on moaning, hah..." His hips started rolling again as his eyes caught the dainty chain wrapped around your neck. "You look beautiful, it suits you," he muttered, barely above a whisper.

"Please," you whined, feeling his hardness pressing on you.

"You don't have to beg this time, I'll gladly give it to you." Soobin pressed on your wrists above your head with only a single hand, while the other travels down your body, feeling your curves.

"My beautiful lady." You bit your lower lip as you looked at him in the eye, doe eyes pleading for more intimate skin contact.

"L-let's get married, soon. I n-need you to carry my babies," he stutters as blush crept on his cheeks.

You nodded, wanting to be with him forever and build a family together.

"Are you on the pill?" he asked, unzipping his pants with a single hand.

"N-no," you whispered. "There's a condom in the draw--"

"Can we do it raw? Fuck, please." His hand is now pulling your pajama shorts away. "Please, baby. Let's do it raw, please," he begs.

You felt the swirl of butterflies in your stomach. You haven't seen this side of Soobin yet. It feels new yet excitingly familiar. Being with Soobin, he had always practiced safe sex. Begging you to take the pill every time and always check to see if there's still a condom left.

"O-okay loverboy. Let's have it your way." You smiled at him, nodding.

Soobin lets go of your wrists, making you wrap one hand around his nape and the other on his back.

"You can be as wild as you want, bun."

Soobin slides in slowly, making you feel raw for the first time. It felt so different. You could feel every vein and curve of his cock. His warm shaft felt hot inside your wet cunt. Your head thrown back to the pillow as he pushes, reeling in the new feeling.

"H-hah! Fuck, S-soobin!" You let out a wanton moan.

"Mhhmp!" he buried his face in your neck as he thrust slowly, loving the new and raw feeling too.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, as you pulled him impossibly closer to you as your other hand clawed on his back.

"Hell..." Soobin winces at the pain from your nails clawing against his back. Maybe it was just him, but they felt sharper against his skin. Multiple long red marks are now visible on his back.

His thrusts were painstakingly slow. He was obviously living in the moment.

His lips and tongue wander on your skin once again. Leaving wet kisses and hickeys along your shoulder and chin. One of his hands sits under your head, holding you still. The other carefully massaging your mound.

"Lil bun... Baby..." he whispers, his pace slowly getting a bit faster.

Your answers turned out to be moans, whines, whimpers, and groans. You couldn't form coherent words.

"Will," he pauses, giving you one harsh thrust. "Will you marry me?"

You were lucky you could even let out a chuckle after receiving a harsh thrust.

"W-will you marry me, y/n?" He asked once again, his thrusts became harder and faster.

"Fuck, ahh! Y-yes!" You held his arm tight, jaw clenching at his fast pace.

"Mmmph! Ahh.." he tried muffling his moans by keeping his mouth closed and just letting out breathy moans.

"B-bin, I'm c-close..." You whined, your hands flying towards your mouth to cover it.

"Be loud," he commands, prying both of your hands away from your mouth.

One more harsh thrust pushed you to the edge, cumming and creaming on his cock, as a wanton moan of pleasure and overstimulation washed over you.

The hot and sloppy feeling made Soobin reach his own orgasm, spurting inside your walls.

He sweeps his hair back, still thrusting inside you from time to time, making sure you'll carry his babies.

Soobin pulls out, some of your mixed essences spilling through your hole. Soobin swipes a glob of it.

He then grabbed one of your hands, swiping the glob of cum on your ring finger in a circular manner.

"I'll ask again, will you marry me?" he chuckled.

"You're really dirty, Choi Soobin, but yes," you answered, smiling ear to ear, still catching your breath.

"Let's see who's the dirty one," he taunts as he swipes his finger once again on your seeping hole, making you suck on his digits.

"My pretty and dirty wife," he smirked as you looked at him with eyes full of lust. Deliciously sucking every drop from his fingers.

@binniesbooks 2024

[sgiandubh]

I don’t see the post about Sam and Cait attending the Venetian Carnival on the page’s IG or website. It must not be true! 😢

Dear Not True Anon,

Something seems fishy about that one, indeed. The Instagram post is gone, the Insta story is (obviously) gone and not archived. Even the link shared by the FB fan page Outlander Italy is gone, which means Nicolao Atelier replaced it:

The Instagram account follows S and C, but is not followed by them. This could mean nothing, but then it could mean something, after all.

The dead link is still indexed and appears as such on Google, when searching with basic keywords, however clicking on it will take you to the atelier's IG account, which has been sanitized. So this could mean the website's update happened fairly recently:

There seems to be no rule of thumb as to the removal timeframe. It can take anywhere from a couple of days to four weeks or more (if the content's owner did not file a removal request):

[Source: https://www.quora.com/How-long-does-it-take-for-something-to-be-removed-from-search-engines-such-as-Google-after-being-removed-from-a-website - answers differ, but this one stroke me as factually concise]

So I don't know if that is still happening. What I do know, that being said, is that Stefano Nicolao is, indeed, a successful theatre costume designer. That his workshop is situated in the sestiere (neighborhood) Cannaregio in Venice, smack dab into the glamorous thick of things and that the reviews are great:

What I do not understand is why he is nowhere to be found on OL's Imdb credits' page, that meticulously lists even the trainees and the seamstresses: https://www.imdb.com/title/tt3006802/fullcredits/?ref_=tt_ov_ql_1

He is everywhere else, in the mainstream press (not clickbait): Le Figaro, for example (https://www.lefigaro.fr/culture/plus-de-15-000-costumes-concus-stefano-nicolao-le-prince-des-tailleurs-venitiens-20241110). And even Forbes Romania, with a two-part exclusive interview, extensively featuring OL (https://www.forbes.ro/stefano-nicolao-maestrul-croitor-din-venetia-i-261127).

The guy sounds legit, but there is something that nags me about this whole thing. I can only honestly bring this to the table as another piece of the OL X-Files and suppose we will end up by connecting the dots, if there are any dots left to connect, in due time.

My bet is either on a change of heart, change of plans or a stupid, stupid marketing mistake. Not a good look, if you ask me.

[valyrou]

Kinda weird idea but fuck it:

How would Reaper react if he found out Moira experimented on his kid? Kid is like, late teens probably said experiments altered their appearance too(just to drive the pain of it home bc angst).

Sorry if this is confusing, hope you have a wonderful day/night!

A/N: Helloo! This is such a great request :000 I loooove it!!! I hope it’s what you asked for. Also I need to get up in 5 hours and I have not slept yet soooo…

Warnings: mention of needles (if there is anything else let me know

Other info: reader is around 16/17

Overwatch

Father!Reaper x Teen!Reader (Platonic)

He would find out about moiras experiments because he happens to walk past her lab and hear your pained screams

When entering the room he would see you unconscious with various of IVs and needles inside your skin

He would be too freaked out to be very angry, but he would be angry with Moira

Lots of blaming on himself… poor you, you didn’t deserve this… not you

Gabriel ears perked up. What was that? The halls would be quiet at this hour of night. There! There it was again! Reyes followed his ears and almost walked past the excruciating screams that came from one door. One very familiar door. Right as he stops Infront of the door of his colleague the screams pick up again, yet the voice cracks right after and then silence. Reyes was so tired he nearly didn’t realize who had been screaming.

As soon as it dawned on him he swung the doors open „What are you doing Moira!“ the Reaper himself spoke up, voice loud and demanding an answer from the scientist „Experimenting“ was all he got back. Reaper hurried close, looking at his poor child. That mad women had somehow turned your whole right arm a Transparent white, almost ghost like „You Dare to put your hands on them!?“ his voice was venomous and dripping with anger

His angered Look would have killed at least 10 of his men, yet Moira looked emotionless „you offered me your body, theirs should be no exception. Don’t you see what I created, a little more testing and they might bring us just what we need!“ Moira sounded excited and Reyes stomach turned in disgust. He looked away, turning his back to the female ginger while getting his only child, the only human he was capable of loving of the needles.

As gentle as he could, did he remove what caused the altering of your right arm, only then did he realize that your left arm, that has previously been covered by a cloth, looked alike to your right, Transparent and lucid. When every last needle was removed, he carefully picked you up and cradled you in his arms. It didn’t matter to him, how big or how old you were, you would always be his baby and he couldn’t hate himself more, for letting that happen to you.

„This is not over.“ his harsh voice echoed through the lab and hung in the air like a threat. Moira simply sat back in her chair and looked at her files. If Reyes wouldn’t care for you first, he would snap that women’s neck like a twig.. yet he decided otherwise and carried you to his room where he placed you on his bed, tucking you in while pulling a chair to your side and sitting on it. He didn’t sleep that whole night. No he blamed himself for not being there for you enough.. and just how much of a failure of a father he is to you…

He now has to hope that you will forgive him for his mistakes…

[liarecursive-blog]

more tags, wow.

[blue-labcoat]

Take a Chance: Part I

summary: this is the first part of what will be a five-part series! Garcia and Morgan decide together that it would be a great idea to sign Spencer up for online dating, partly as a joke but mostly in all seriousness. Spencer's appalled when he finds out, but maybe the girl that he matched with is worth meeting.

genre: just fluff, smut and angst in later parts. 2.4k.

warnings: none!

you can find the series masterlist here, and my main masterlist here!

a/n: I got the idea for this plot from big bang theory!

“C’mon, Reid, don’t you ever take some time to just relax?” Morgan chuckled, good-heartedly giving Spencer a small push. “I bet if you took a few days off and actually went on vacation, instead of doing more work, you’d have a lot of fun. If you come out with us, you might actually meet someone.”

Spencer just gave a small smile, rolling his eyes. “I do have fun reading on my days off, actually. And, I don’t want or need to meet anyone. But thank you, anyways,” he replied, shoving the last of several case files into his work bag.

“What’s that all about?” Penelope asked Morgan, watching Spencer leave the bullpen.

“Kid needs to get laid,” he replied.

“Well, I’m sure there’s some sweet, bookworm-y genius girl out there for him somewhere. But for now, I think we just need to let him go home so we can go get drinks. Yes?” She grinned.

A few hours later, Morgan and Garcia were the last two at the bar.

“You know what?” Garcia said, hiccupping. “Reid should totally sign up for online dating. One of my friends was really shy and she never went out, so that’s how she met her girlfriend. They've been together now for four years. Isn't that impressive?”

“Babygirl, the day you convince Reid to try online dating is the day hell freezes over. There’s no way he’d ever do that. He doesn’t even have the right phone to do that.”

“No no no, because I just had the best idea! We can make him a dating profile! Yeah, we can fill it out and answer prompts like he would, and then sort through potential people for him until we find someone really really good, and then we can show him and they’ll fall in love and then I’ll have a new best friend and then they can make little genius babies and it will be so perfect!”

“That’s not a horrible idea, actually. You’re drunk, and we need to get you home, but it could work,” Morgan said.

The next day, Penelope sat down with Morgan to create a dating profile for Spencer.

“Okay, name? Spencer Reid,” Garcia started excitedly, tapping at her keyboard. “For pictures, we don’t have a lot to work with. It will have to be mostly group pictures, but text JJ and see if she has any that we could use. Now, prompts.”

“We need to sound as much like Reid as we can if we want to attract a girl that he’ll actually like,” noted Morgan. “So next time he’s talking, pay attention to some of the statistics or facts or whatever and then we can put something like that.”

“Okay, you have to choose three prompts so I’m going to do ‘two truths and a lie’, ‘I geek out on’, and ‘a random fact I love’. Sound good?”

---

Scrolling through matches on her phone, y/n sighed. Could it really be true that there were absolutely zero eligible guys? At this point, she was ready to make some compromises, but really, if someone was putting a picture like that on their dating profile, she didn’t really want to know what they were like in real life.

About to give up for the time being and get back to grading papers, a profile caught her eye.

Spencer Reid. 27 years old.

There were a few pictures of him with six other people of varying ages, and two of him alone. He was actually kind of cute, with horn-rimmed glasses that were a little too big for his face but suited him anyways.

            Two truths and a lie: 1) I can read 20 000 words a minute. 2) I went to Yale. 3) I have 3 PhD’s.

            The last picture showed him holding a baby, with the caption ‘My godson, Henry.’

            A random fact I love: The Greeks translated puppets as ‘neurospasta’, which literally means string-pulling. Throughout time, they’ve been used as a method to tell kings a story so the subjects didn’t have to speak directly to him.

‘What the hell,’ y/n thought as she swiped right. It couldn’t hurt to take a chance.

---

“Derek. Derek!” Penelope hissed through her teeth at Morgan, waving at him to come over from across the bullpen. Without waiting for him, she scurried back to her office, plopping down in front of her screens and squealing excitedly.

“What’s up, babygirl?”

“I found the perfect girl for Reid! Look,” Garcia said, rolling her chair over a bit so that Morgan could see the screen. “I mean, there have been a few people interested so far, but look at her! Her name is y/n, she’s a PhD candidate and guest lecturer at Georgetown. She’s gorgeous, not that that even matters, and under her proudest achievements she lists owning an original copy of some obscure book, I’ve never even heard of it, but I looked it up and Reid’s mentioned the author before, Isaac Asimov? Anyways, just look! What do you think?”

Morgan bent over to scroll through the profile. Garcia was right, the girl did seem like she’d be a good match for Reid.

“You know this means we’re going to have to tell him, right?” Morgan asked. “I mean, he’s probably not going to be happy that we did this.”

“Well, yes, but he has a right to know! And what if she really is perfect for him, and we don’t tell him? Is it really up to us to mess with the order of the universe?”

“I think we kind of already did that, but I guess you have a point. I just don’t know how the kid’s going to react to this.”

“React to what?” Spencer asked, standing in the doorway of Garcia’s batcave.

Penelope spun around in her chair to face him, attempting (and failing) to hide the multiple screens surrounding her desk. Derek signed, running his hand over his forehead.

“Okay, don’t be mad,” Penelope started. “But, we made you an online dating profile because we thought it might be a good way for you to meet someone, and well…”

“What?” Reid cut her off. “Why would you sign me up for that? I told you guys just the other day that I’m perfectly happy.”

“I know, I know, but look! You matched with this girl and she’s great, I think the two of you would really hit it off,” Penelope continued, pointing at her screen.

“Guys, I can’t believe you’d do something like this! I’m sure this girl you found is great, but I’m really just not looking for something like that right now. Can you just apologize to her for me and leave it at that?”

“I understand why you’re upset, but please, Spencer, just take a look!” Garcia pleads, motioning for him to come over. “We wouldn’t have told you if we didn’t think that you’d really like her.”

Spencer paused for a moment. He wasn’t actually terribly upset – it was an invasion of privacy, but there hadn’t been any horrible repercussions. That he knew of. And, would it really be so bad to meet someone, especially if they were truly as good as Garcia and Morgan had made her out to be? He sighed, walking over to the computer resignedly.

“Okay, so if you look right here, you can see her name, her-”

“Do you mind if I just look, myself?” Asked Spencer, cutting Penelope off.

“Of course! Of course. Me and Derek will just- come on, Derek – we’ll just wait outside. Take a look, take your time!” She squealed, dragging Morgan by the arm out of her office and shutting the door behind them.

Glancing over the profile, Spencer blushed. He had never considered trying online dating before, but maybe… the woman on the screen in front of him seemed like she would be his ‘type’, if that was something that he would have ever considered.

Y/n Y/l/n. 26 years old.

Objectively speaking, she was attractive, but the first thing that Spencer noticed was the answer under the prompt, ‘I geek out on’.

First edition novels! Especially rare ones. Also hundreds of other things, because I’m a complete dork.

He kept reading, a soft smile crossing his face. She had written that she was a PhD candidate, and he found himself wondering what she was studying. Against his better instincts, Spencer decided that he might actually want to talk to her. And maybe, at some point, go on a date with her. There was one problem: he didn’t want Morgan and Garcia to think that this had been a good idea or – god forbid – think that they were right.

Unsure of the social protocols of reaching out to someone for the first time on the dating app, he did his best. His train of thought was that, if he could avoid messaging on the website, he could avoid Morgan and Garcia.

Spencer: Hi there! There’s a bit of a long story behind this request, and it might be weird, but I’d really like to get to know you! I was wondering if, instead of conversing on this website, you could contact me by email or by phone? I look forward to hearing from you, hopefully!

In the next message, he left his personal email and phone number. If he’d gotten such a message from a stranger, he would have probably just ignored it, so he hoped that she wouldn’t feel the same. He was taking a chance.

Glancing once more at the message that he had sent, he closed the ‘Message’ tab, and then logged out of the website. Sighing, he got up and opened the door to Garcia’s office, stepping out into the hallway where they were waiting.

“So?” Penelope questioned, practically vibrating with excitement. “What do you think? Please say you’ll give it a try, Spencer. It could be really good for you.”

“I don’t know, guys,” Spencer fibbed, looking down at his shoes. “It just seems kind of weird, you know?”

Garcia slouched, a pout briefly crossing her face before she pursed her lips. “I guess I can see what you mean. Thanks for looking, I guess.”

“Maybe just… don’t do that again? Please?”

“I’ll try to keep her out of trouble,” Morgan assured Spencer, squeezing Penelope in a side hug and guiding her back into her office.

That evening, Spencer sat down at his ancient computer and opened his emails, checking to see if there was anything from y/n. He didn’t have high hopes, but when he saw her name in an email with the subject line reading Hello!, he nearly fell off his chair. Scrambling, he clicked to open the email, already feeling his face flushing at the thought of her.

He skimmed the email once, twice, and then a third time.

Hi there, Spencer! I will admit, it’s a bit unorthodox to ask me that I email you (do people really email outside of work anymore?), but I guess I’ll just have to trust you and your request. Maybe sometime you could tell me that long story? I noticed that you have three PhDs – that’s quite literally insane! What are they in, and are you in academia or industry? I’m currently in the last year of my doctorate at Georgetown. I don’t know if this is of any interest to you, or even means anything to you, but: I’m studying the synthesis of nucleic acids for my thesis. I tend to ramble about my research, so I’ll restrain myself (at least, for now). At any rate, you seem like a truly interesting person. I have to admit, I find it a bit tricky to communicate over text, or email, whatever. Is there any chance you’d be interested in meeting for coffee in person sometime? I’d really like the chance to get to know you a bit :)

Best, Y/n y/l/n

There was little to no information about her, but Spencer found himself feeling like he already knew her a little. He enjoyed the way she typed as if she was talking. He hit reply immediately, typing out a quick response.

Dear y/n, It’s nice to hear from you! I have to admit, I didn’t really expect a response, but I’d love to tell you the aforementioned long story over coffee sometime. I do have three PhDs! They’re in mathematics, chemistry and engineering. All I can really say about how “insane” that is, is that I love learning, and I read a lot. I currently am working in neither academia or industry – I am a profiler at the FBI’s Behavioural Analysis Unit. Although, on occasion, I guest-lecture profiling classes at Quantico. Nucleic acids are indeed interesting things! Among my colleagues, I’m quite well-known for my rambling, so certainly don’t apologize for also being a rambler! By the way – I hope you won’t feel the need to restrain yourself when talking about your research to me! Getting a doctorate is an impressive thing, and you deserve to talk about it! I look forward to hearing more about your studies. The nature of my work results in a bit of an unpredictable schedule, but as of right now, I’m free this weekend. Would you be available Saturday or Sunday afternoon?

Best, Spencer Reid

After rereading what he had typed, Spencer pressed send and sat back in his chair. He wasn’t sure what he was waiting for – it wasn’t as if she was sitting in front of her computer, waiting for his message. He knew it wasn’t logical to expect an immediate reply, but he couldn’t help wait for just a few minutes before shutting down his computer and heading to bed.

The next morning, the first thing Spencer did was check his email. There was another message waiting for him from y/n.

Dear Spencer, The Behavioural Analysis Unit! That’s quite a mouthful, and (based on a quick Google search) sounds like quite an important job! I’m sure there’s some limit to what you can share with me about your job, but I can’t wait to hear more about what you can tell me! It sounds fascinating. I’m sure you’ll come to regret giving me free rein to discuss my dissertation, but… I certainly won’t argue with you! I don’t want to take up much of your time, so I’ll just get to the point: I’d love to meet you for coffee on Sunday. Let’s say 1:30 at the café on 7th street?

Can’t wait, Y/n y/l/n

Spencer quickly typed that Sunday worked for him, sending the email without a second thought.

This would work. It would be good.

[amethystpath-writes]

No Blade

(NOT A PR0MPT)

******

Regarding Hero in the corner with a sweet smile, Villain held out a hand- an offering, if Hero would take it. The poor sap was too busy wielding a knife to reach for aid.

“Darling, I know how intimidating it is to awaken in an unknown place, but do you really think I would bring you here and simply leave you a useful weapon to fend me off with?” Villain nodded at the knife which Hero held clutched to her chest. “It is a decorative knife- goes with my decorative plates. I am sure you saw those platters as well?”

Hero swallowed, then nodded- if only to avoid possible harm. Who knew if this person would hurt her or not when they didn’t even have the decency to tell Hero their name first? They must have been a part of the agency.

“That blade will not hurt me, no matter how deeply you push it.” They kept their hand held out. “I will not stand here forever.”

Then don’t, Hero thought, and let me go. Or at least explain why in the world she was here, huddled beneath a kitchen counter, holding a useless knife as a weapon. Wait- “A knife is a knife.” Shaking breath, shaking hands, shaking legs, shaking everything. “Why wouldn’t this knife hurt you?”

“No blade can, even if it pierces my heart.”

“And your brain?” Hero wasn’t brave enough to attempt either body part, but still, it was nice to know...as if she would ever tell anyone else how to kill another person.

Villain released a small chuckle before withdrawing their hand. “Not that either. Believe me, I have tried.”

Believe me, I have tried. “You’re the one in the hidden file,” Hero whispered. One image after another came to mind, then, of that dusty flash drive, of the moment she plugged it into her laptop, of the singular folder that appeared, of opening every one of those files. The person in front of Hero now seemed very familiar, and also very helpless. She dropped the knife. “What they did to you...”

Day 1: Subject 000 possesses nearly all human qualities. While some of our crew members claimed the subject had control of retractable fangs, extending from the lateral incisors and canines, we have found no evidence of this in the bodily analysis. Tests remain to be conducted.

Day 2: Subject 000 has shown signs of comprehension of the English language. When asked if it were comfortable, it shook its head. No, we did not think it would be comfortable. The table is metal, and the subject is surrounded by We have taken this response to mean, ‘No,’ but are not certain. Tests regarding language comprehension will be conducted.

Day 3: When faced with a knife, the body of Subject 000 convulsed in a shaking and almost humanly fearful manner. We predict it has been exposed to-

“What they were going to do to you,” Villain returned. The lids of their eyes dropped like a veil, and they nodded once again, this time at their hand, another polite invitation for Hero to take it. She did, and he pulled her up. “You would have been killed. Whatever information you found, you should have left it alone.”

No, Hero wouldn’t have left it alone. Something like that, experiments to the scale her agency was conducting, they deserved to be explored and...and exposed. At the very least, whatever- whoever- was wronged, needed to be taken care of properly.

“Who are you?”

This brought a smile to Villain’s face. “You are the first person to ask me that question in a very long time.”

Who. Hero had said ‘who’ instead of ‘what.’

“Long ago enough that I am no longer sure how to answer that question. I am Subject 000, and my origins, in English, are unknown.”

“You learned our language as the agency observed you.”

Villain nodded. “I knew no language before then. I breathed,” they said, and that was all.

“You drew and exhaled breaths. Did you eat?”

“They tried starving me,” Villain told, “and seemed disappointed that my breathing continued. They extracted my teeth, as well, to see if it made any difference.”

Retractable fangs. “What made them think your teeth were dangerous?” What made Hero think they weren’t? That Villain hadn’t been hiding them all along by some unseen will to remain unseen?

“Humans are fickle-minded. They see what they want to see and nothing else. Nothing more, nothing less, as they say.”

“You seem as though you’ve observed us, and yet you didn’t even have words before us. How could you comprehend what we possess and don’t? How could you comprehend anything?” Hero was becoming closer and closer to rewording her ‘who’ to ‘what’ as the conversation continued, as she understood less and less of the person- or whatever they were- in front of her. They seemed to understand her species perfectly well, but...well, it started to make sense all the desperate curiosities of her agency. Not that Hero would ever experiment on someone as they had been, but she was beginning to understand the urgency.

“I still have a need for survival, just as you do. Just as you know and will acknowledge as a reason to stay in my home, versus running rampant through the streets.”

Hero would have frowned at the thought of someone thinking her so foolish. She wouldn’t run through the streets like a crazy person because if anything this being said was true, then she’d be killed by the agency for discovering their well-hidden secret. A flash drive abandoned in cobwebs and dust. However, Villain was clearly unaware of the hidings of a human being. Humans possessed more intelligence than hiding in plain sight.

Speaking of hiding, “Where are we?” It didn’t seem right for a being as Villain to have such a nicely decorated kitchen or dining room. “And who are you?” Maybe this last question was hopeless, but Hero had just the feeling that Villain knew more than he led on. 

[dreamywriterinthedark]

Losing you: pt 1

Pairing: Spencer x fem!reader

Resume: the team wants you to lure the unsub to get him into their trap. Spencer gets upset because he doesn’t want to lose you.

Category: angst.

Trigger warnings: mention of death.

A/N: okay so I know this is short but it’s to introduce a series I’ve been working on. I hope you like it. 

Update: I switched characters; Linda Barnes instead of Hotch because it wasn’t accurate and I hate Linda lol.

It was Monday, you were still stuck on the same case. It made you regret ever complaining about paperwork because at least there was an end to it. You’ve all been exhausting yourselves to find any lead to stop the unsub but nothing came out of it. To say it was frustrating was being optimistic. Sometimes you wanted to rip your hair out of your scalp, you wanted to set on fire your file, throw the remote at the tv, slap a god or two for being dumb enough to let killers be a thing. You were highly displeased by seeing such atrocious things taking place but isn’t that what your job is about ? You were on the jet discussing the case, nothing out of the ordinary until the victimology came up. The victims had a profile incredibly similar to yours. Anyone who saw you next to one of those victims would’ve thought you were related if not siblings especially with the socioeconomic factors. Everyone turned to look at you, “I’m fine, guys,” you said to make them look elsewhere hoping this is what they were searching for in your face. “It’s not about that…” JJ said.

“Then what is it about ?” you asked. You were still somehow new to the team so you could not exactly communicate with glares just like they all did.

“Oh no don’t tell me you’re actually considering that.” warned Spencer.

“This is our only way, we hardly know anything about him and we can’t just arrest anyone without proof or without the killer’s profile.” JJ reasoned.

“JJ’s right, Reid. This might be our best shot.” added Linda.

“There’s no way! She’s too inexperienced and it’s far too dangerous!” Retorted Reid. Your head started to hurt at all the eyes bounce you had to make. Each time you tried to speak you were getting interrupted.

“Hey!” You shouted. They all turned their heads to you. “This is me you’re talking about! So could someone please tell me whatever this is ?”

“We think you could help us catch the unsub by luring him.” said Tara. “Of course you don’t have to do it if you don’t feel like it.”

“Is this our only way ?” you asked.

“Y/n” Spencer pleaded bring his hands up to you which you ignored.

“Right now? yes it is.” Tara answered.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” you said giving in feeling the need to prove yourself more than ever; this was the opportunity you’ve been wishing for. You felt no fear as you looked straight in the eyes of danger.

“Y/n, you’re not being serious…”

“Oh but I am. I’m ready to take this bastard down.”

Spencer nodded his head in disagreement throwing his hands up mid air in defeat leaving to the back of the jet on a single seat shuffling around in it. He opened up one of his old books, you watched him from afar. He stayed on the same page for at least three minutes which was highly unlike him since he could read up to 20 000 words per minute. You sat across from him, he ignored you. You reached for his hand, he avoided it by retreating his own on his lap.

“Spencer.” you called his name with a voice full of hurt. He looked up from his book clenching his jaw sighing still angry. His feature slightly softened by the look of your eyes that expressed vulnerability, your soul was naked. “I’m sorry, can we talk ?”

“What is there to say ? You’re putting yourself in danger”

“And what else do you want us to do ?”

“There are other ways...”

“There aren’t. He has already killed so many people, somebody has to put an end to this. We need to protect all these women and their families.”

“I know, I just don’t want you to get hurt.” he admitted.

“What’s a scratch going to do ? I have the best team of investigators by my side. What could go wrong, agent 187 ?” he laughed, his voice vibrating in unison with yours.

“Coffee?” you asked.

“I’d love one!”

You joined JJ at the coffee station. “What’s your dress size?” she asked. You proceeded to look back at her in confusion.

“It’s so I can get you something to wear for the undercover operation. The unsub likes to hunt for his preys in specific places so he can get his victims’ profile in the most accurate way possible. So you’ll have to dress up, we’re taking you to a bar and no you can’t order peach wine.”

“That’s so unfair.” you pouted pouring an avalanche of sugar in Reid’s coffee. JJ laughed as she walked away with her bag of cheetos.

[razberrybi]

hello! this isn’t the most timely of postings, but I want to make a series with stuff I wish I knew before applying for/getting into college. the series will be most helpful to lower-income american students, because that’s my experience!  eventually I’ll have more stuff regarding STEM courses & tips for when you do start college.  everything will be tagged #college help by raz.  I’ll get a link for it up and running on my blog.

first off, probably the ugliest part of the process for me: filing the FAFSA, aka the Free Application for Federal Student Aid.  I wouldn’t be able to go to college without it but the process literally brought me to tears.

if I save just one student some unnecessary frustration, then my job here is done! kal @promethes was my inspiration to do this, she’s running something with a similar purpose in a couple months so if you’re interested keep an eye out for that.

finally, if you’re trying to get into college/are just getting in and have any questions, don’t hesitate to send me an ask! 

if you don’t want to open up the link above to a google doc, the text is available under the cut.

Things to know about the FAFSA:

It opens on October 1st every year.  Be prepared to file it right when it opens, the aid is first come, first served.

If you’re going right into college after high school, that means you should apply on October 1st of your senior year.  

If you missed the deadline, it’s open till June 30th the next year, but do not procrastinate this. Please trust me. Mark October 1st on your calendar, know it like your birthday.  This is free money from the gov, don’t miss out.

You need to file for the FAFSA every year you’re in college, it’s not a one-and-done thing. 

To file, you will need an FSA ID for you AND one of your parents (unless you’re not a dependent.  If you’re living with a parent/legal guardian and they provide more than 50% of your financial support, you’re probably their dependent.  That means they claim you on their taxes & get money back on their return). Make those FSA IDs here. Remember the passwords.

These are separate accounts that you’ll need to actually file the FAFSA.  Also, if you have loans taken out they’ll show up here.

When you’re ready to do the FAFSA, use this official website.  Other websites can charge you.  They might not be secure and definitely won’t be any easier. 

Sometimes, income is complicated or parents aren’t always on top of their taxes.  Thankfully FAFSA wants documents from two years prior, i.e., for the 2020-21 school year they’re asking for 2018 taxes.

Try to check that those are filed away somewhere you can access before the Oct. 1 deadline.  Make sure your parents know the government will pay for your schooling if you do this, and you usually won’t have to give that money back.

If your situation changed and you make a lot less than you did 2 years ago, contact your school’s financial aid office. Sometimes they can help with extra aid.

What documents will you need?

Your social security number

Your driver’s license, if you have one

W-2 forms from 2 years prior, and other records of money earned 

Your (and/or your parents’) Federal income tax return from 2 years prior (form 1040, will be different if you’re in an American territory and not one of the states)

Any untaxed income records form 2 years prior, like payments to deferred pension & savings plans, tax exempt interest & child support

Records of taxable earnings from federal work-study from 2 years ago

Record of grants, scholarships, or fellowship aid that was included in you or your parent’s 2018 adjusted gross income

Any current bank statements

Any current business and investment mortgage info, business/farm records, stocks/bonds info

Documentation that you’re a permanent US resident or other eligible noncitizen

If you’re lucky, all these records will be filed in one spot or easily accessible.  Try to access them early just in case.

If you have an idea what colleges you’re applying to, add them to the FAFSA when prompted.  This will help you know exactly how much money they’re giving you sooner.

Because of the whole “parents not being on top of taxes” thing, I’ve always had to manually put things in instead of clicking the button that lets you manually import the info.

It’s frustrating and takes a while, but you will be able to do it.  Thankfully the FAFSA has been getting better with the help available on the page (you can click an info button and it explains most things). 

Still unsure what something means? Open a new tab on your browser and google it.  You need to answer everything honestly, don’t take chances and take your time.

If you do get to auto-import, I suggest you go through the information manually to double check things if it lets you!  I’ve used a similar tool with a tax-filing service and they can get some things wrong.

There are a couple “optional” sections.  I fill them all out except for the section about assets, which I’ve consistently skipped.  I always get max aid doing this, your mileage may vary.

When you finish, you’ll get a number for your EFC, or expected family contribution--how much they predict your family will have to pay for college.  For example, if that number is 000, you’ll hopefully get maximum aid and your tuition will be paid for.

Sometimes, they can’t give it all in grants (money you don’t have to pay back), so some of the money will be made out to you as subsidized or unsubsidized loans.  If you need them, take out the subsidized loans first, these will not gain interest until your grace period ends, typically 6 months after graduation.

I’ve literally never had success applying for random online scholarships and I applied to a lot of them.  The FAFSA is so important if your family is low-income, those grants cover my entire tuition.  The rest of my college, including room/board and a shitton of fees, is covered by merit scholarships directly from my school.  I go to a large, in-state school, and suggest you stay in state if you can’t get into an out of state college that will 100% pay everything for you.  Those colleges, not coincidentally, are also extremely hard to get into especially if you don’t have connections--think the Ivies, MIT, etc.

I recommend in-state because it’s almost always much cheaper than out of state tuition.  Sometimes colleges have programs that will let you go to another state and pay in-state tuition at their partner school, if you’re desperate to move far look for those programs OR find a farther college in your state keeping in mind how good their program is for the major you’re looking at.

Also, fancy private schools might get you some connections or more famous speakers at events but the quality of your education won’t be much better, if at all. 

Look for scholarships that come directly from the school you like.

Merit scholarships are money your school will give you for having good grades/test scores.  How much money 100% depends on the school. Mine had a program where they had different levels of aid, and they calculated which level you fell into based on your high school GPA, ACT, and SAT scores. It’s worth trying to improve your scores on one of those tests if you know it’ll get you more money.  These scholarships tend to renew every year/semester if you keep your GPA up in college. 

For school-specific questions, contact the school’s financial aid office.  For general questions, contact me! Send an ask to @razberrybi on tumblr.

Finally--if you manage to complete the FAFSA wholly or partially on your own, congratulations!! It’s not an easy feat.  In my experience the FAFSA is literally harder and more frustrating than filing your taxes.  Treat yourself for getting it done!  

[indigobackfire]

Ship ask)0

9,10 and 14)))))000)0

Thank youuu 💗💗

9. Which one swears more

[Copy from previous answer ;)]

Hard one xD I'd like to say both have a Scottish tendency to curse, but butt but!!! Barnaby grew up with his grandma who probably slapped him on the mouth if he dared mild cursing, and Indigo had her somewhat strict English mother.

But if I had a tally count, it'd probably be Indigo, cause she's often angrier than Barnaby.

He gets into a stronger cursing habit in his magizoologist training years, it's hard keeping it clean when you work with creature dung on the daily xD

10. What TV shows they watch together, and which ones they hide from the other

I'll keep this around the 90s, just for the sake of hphm timeline.

'Are You Afraid of the Dark?', 'Boy Meets World', 'Freaks and Geeks', '3rd Rock', 'Fresh Prince of BelAir', 'MR BEAN'!!!! Mostly light hearted stuff. And the bulk of 90s cartoons as a whole.

She likes watching by herself things like 'The X Files', 'Star Trek', 'Twin Peaks', she usually watches by herself stuff she thinks he won't be able to follow the plot or get bored.

He likes watching 'Buffy', 'Charmed', 'The Nanny', 'Beverly Hills 90210', the usual "girl" series and he's embarrassed to tell her about it.

14. What nicknames they call each other

Very basic, he calls her Indie, Dee, her name unfortunately doesn't have a variety of nicknames to derive from. And she calls him Barney, Barns, B, and Abernathy when she's trying to annoy him.

[927roses-and-stuff]

Miracles in Gotham: Chapter 3: Unwelcome Discoveries (Part 1)

Hey, guys! This fic is inspired by @ozmav mav’s Maribat AU. Shoutout to @mystery-5-5  for brainstorming ideas with me for this fic. 

Midterms have got me acting up. Despite the quarantine, I literally wasn’t motivated to write until the moment I could use writing to procrastinate. Absolutely brilliant logic. Truly. Thank you guys so much for the wait and I hope you enjoy this chapter.  

If you want to see more, follow: #miraclesingotham or ask to be added to the tag list.

P.S. For the sake of continuity, I’m going to ignore the Heroes United thing because that episode was basically a fanfic of the fanfic and as much as I loved the animation and the new characters...I’ve seen better plots and explanations for a lot of the similar problems in the Maribat fandom. Also Sparrow is probably a reference to Batman, anyways. Also, canon has just gone out the window...I guess...whoops. 

P.P.S. Swearing tw, death tw. 

Please remember this is rated M for a reason. Also, it is my headcanon that not everyone who dies during the akuma attacks come back. Of course, it’s not mentioned in a children’s show, but I’ve always seen the Miraculous Cure as a cure for physical, non-living objects as they’re easier to fix, and lives take a lot more effort and energy from the user to revive. And since Marinette is a child, there’s not going to be a lot of energy to spare.

Tag list: @northernbluetongue @spicybelladonna @my-name-is-michell @legendaryneckjudgestudent @lokiifriggasonn @zerotosiki

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To the members of the Justice League…

I am writing to you as Chat Noir, superhero of Paris and holder of the Black Cat Miraculous of Destruction, and partner to Ladybug, the official Guardian and the holder of the Ladybug Miraculous of Creation. I come to you with a plea similar to ones that we have sent you a year ago. The magical terrorist, Hawkmoth, is still at large here in Paris, France. If you are not aware of who he is, Hawkmoth is a domestic terrorist in Paris who relies on the power of the Butterfly Miraculous to create a physical and amplified manifestation of a person’s negative emotions, using the victim as a host, using magical butterflies as his form of transmission. These are called akumas. The akuma allows Hakwmoth to essentially get inside the mind of  his victims and manipulate and amplify their emotions.  We have been fortunate enough to have a failsafe in Ladybug, who can repair any physical damages, and even bring back lives, from these attacks. However, both Ladybug and I have reached our wits’ ends with no lead to Hawkmoth’s true identity. The people of Paris are suffering both from emotional trauma and the physical trauma of being subjugated, manipulated, experiencing bouts of amnesia, and even resurrecting multiple times. Hawkmoth has even taken to exclusively targeting a middle-school class at College Francois-Dupont.

Ladybug and I are aware of the risks superhero presence may bring since we will not survive a fight if any more experienced superheroes such as yourselves are akumatized. However, I feel that we have no other choice. Our Master has recently been put out of commission and the rest of our comrades have had their identities compromised. Ladybug is now the Guardian of the rest of the Miraculous. And although she will not approve of my plea, even your  advice or insight will be of use to us.

Please consider our plight and contact us as soon as you can.

Chat Noir 

Bruce Wayne was not a perfect man, he will admit. However, he did pride himself on his sense of logic and adaptability to most situations, as long as they stayed within the mortal realms of believability that is. Magic, however, or anything pertaining to the supernatural was out of his forte; in fact, he often liked to pretend it did not exist despite having acquaintances and enemies whose entire lives revolved around it. There was a reason he did not tolerate the  prolonged presence of meta-humans in Gotham, after all. 

He re-read through the email once, twice, again and again, desperately wishing that it had not been his shift to look through the messages that the Justice League received on a daily basis. Why couldn’t it have been Superman or Wonder Woman? Or better yet, Dr. Fate or Zatanna, never mind the fact that the latter was technically retired. Any of them would’ve made sense of this gibberish that was laid out in front of him. 

Initially, he thought it had been a coded message. It made perfect sense, in his opinion. The only concrete fact he could dissect out of this nonsense was the presence of a domestic terrorist and how they were targeting some middle school students for whatever reason. His mind recalled  the recent conversation he had with André Bourgeois yesterday. Even he had mentioned a domestic terrorist going after his daughter’s class, which was why he reached out to Bruce, since Bruce would be the most fitted to protect them with his resources, despite Gotham being the crime capital of the world. He nodded to himself; the facts were consistent then. There was a terrorist and middle school students were the targets. 

On one of the other screen monitors, he had pulled up records of College Francois Dupont School for a background check using a VPN to connect to French service networks. Both the email from this Chat Noir (Selina would get a kick out of that) and André failed to mention the terrorist’s intentions with these kids. However, looking through the different classes, there had been a special note besides Mme. Bustier’s class that stated:

“High vulnerability to akumas.”

This was where Bruce was once again stumped. Of course, he really couldn’t deny the existence of magic, but accepting that meant accepting that the terrorist used magical butterflies as his form of attack. Bruce wasn’t a qualified psychologist or any sort of specialist, but surely magical butterflies could not give you emotional trauma, mind-control, or even as Chat Noir had implied, a means to murder. 

Bruce scanned through Mme. Bustier’s class to look for anything that might be different from other classes. If he recalled correctly, this was the same class that André’s kid was in. He took note of the name, Chloé Bourgeois, and other notable names such as Adrien Agreste (who’s father was a fashion mogul and a model in his own right), Lila Rossi (a diplomat’s daughter), Max Kanté (a genius, and he noted to himself to see if that held true when the class was under his supervision), Marinette Dupain-Cheng (the class president and the designer of a recent rock album according to Jason who had obsessed over the cover for a few weeks before Alfred confiscated it), and Alya Césaire (an aspiring journalist who ran a blog called the Ladyblog). 

Okay, he rationalized. While not all of these kids were significant, some, like the Mayor’s own daughter, would be prime targets for a terrorist, so that made some sort of sense in Bruce’s mind. 

He sighed again, wishing that he had a cup of coffee or an energy drink with him at the moment. Unfortunately, Tim’s recent addiction meant no one could have it. Bruce scoffed underneath his breath. Alfred had really weird rules when it came to show “family support.” Tim was a grown man who should suffer his own consequences. Alas, no one argues with Alfred lest they risked his wrath. 

Bruce hovered over the link under Mlle. Césaire’s file, the Ladyblog. Perhaps it would give him some answers. 

As a bright ladybug designed website popped up, Bruce realized he might have been so wrong. 

He scrolled through the website thoroughly from the latest posts to the earliest. He noticed a concerning trend where the later blog posts centered more around one of Césaire’s classmates, Lila Rossi, and shaky videos of a red and black spotted figurem and a black cat figure fleeing the scene, or fighting some sort of abomination that Bruce did not even attempt to understand. In one video it was the two heroes against a flock of pigeons, or a gigantic baby, or whatever else. Bruce had half a mind to dismiss the entire blog as based on falsities, however one of the videos caught his eye. 

It was a video titled: “Syren: Paris Going Underwater!!” 

That was concerning, considering a flooded Paris would’ve featured on international news, not just on an amateur blog by a middle schooler. Fortunately for him, the video quality was clearer, allowing him to watch as the camera recorded the scene of that day. 

Bruce jolted awake and snapped to attention when he realized it was being filmed on a rooftop, and that the water levels were still rising as the video progressed. From what the camera captured, there were only a handful of people on each rooftop; not even making up a fifth of the Parisian population in total. 

What the fuck?

Then, as the video concluded, gigantic swarms of red and white bugs (ladybugs?) filled the camera’s frame and when it disappeared, everything was back to what he presumed was normal. The video then faded to black, posting statistics that chilled Bruce to the fucking bone. 

“Death count: 1.528 million Parisians

Resurrection count: 1.51 million Parisians

Injured count: 10 000 Parisians

Permanent death count: 18 000 Parisians

In honour of the Parisians who were not revived and were injured during the attack, the Ladyblog, offers our condolences, and will help in any way we can online and offline.  The akuma victim, as always, will remain anonymous for safety purposes.  Links to help organizations and donation funds to the peoples and families affected will be posted below. Additional links will be posted for available online mental health services.”

And, if Chat Noir was to be believed, some people had died multiple times. 

After making sure the video was not doctored in any way (though that would be cruel to assume about a kid’s blog), Bruce sent Chat Noir’s email (along with the earlier videos from both heroes and an email from Marinette Dupain-Cheng that he had found) and all of the links he had amassed to his own computer in the Bat Cave before closing all the tabs on the monitors. Swerving around, he stormed to the Batmobile, eyebrows furrowed in solemnity. 

Magic or not, whatever terrorist was plaguing Paris had a pretty damn high casualty count, and the only people that were stopping him were this Ladybug and Chat Noir people, who did not seem to be properly equipped (the Ladybug heroine was using a yoyo, for fuck’s sake) to deal with someone of this power. Not to mention, Bruce winced, their mentor  was “out of commission” whatever that meant, with their peers being compromised, so they probably had no outside help.

And it seems, Bruce’s features darkened into a scowl, his dear friend André Bourgeois had a lot of explaining to do. Police department has it handled, his ass. 

In the meantime, he was going to make damn sure the class under his care would have a relaxing reprieve even if he had to lock up every villain in Arkham Asylum himself. 

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Dear Diary, 

The talk with Chat was a bust. I know he thinks I don’t trust him, but I wish he knew how much I’m trying to, but it’s not as simple as he makes it out to be...right?  And of course I trust him with my life, but as the Guardian, I can’t just make impulsive decisions like going to other superheroes, especially when there’s no guarantee they would help us, or can even be trusted in the first place! And I can’t just reveal our identities to each other either. It would put Chat and the rest of the Miraculous at risk. And I really don’t want a repeat of Chat Blanc…

That future will never happen on my watch. I forbid it. 

Speaking of other superheroes, I think there might be someone though, who could help us, even a little bit. 

Marianne. 

She wasn’t a Guardian, but she was a Ladybug user for a while and was really close to Master Fu. She must know something. She’s in London so she might not be available but...

I’ll check up on her today after class! If she has any helpful advice, I’ll be sure to share it with Chat too. 

Gotta go!

Bisoux, 

Marinette

Scrambling to get ready, Marinette fumbled with her pigtails and shoulder bag simultaneously, trying to make sure that her pigtails were just right. Tikki zoomed around, helping her get ready by shoving stray pens and pencils into her pockets. When they were done, Marinette rushed downstairs, swiping one of the freshly-made quiche along the way. Just before she exited the store, she turned back to give her Maman and Papa a smooch. Hastily, she then left the bakery, the bakery’s bell ringing behind her as she sprinted to school. 

It was a mystery for most people, but despite living less than five minutes away from the school, Marinette was always late. Marinette liked to blame her Ladybug duties when Tikki asked, but she knew better. She had the habit of being late since before she knew the Miraculous existed. 

To be fair though, Marinette usually slept in because she was exhausted from schoolwork, designing,

and Ladybug duties. Was it her fault that Hawkmoth liked making 3 AM akumas? Was it her fault that coffee- for all the espresso and sugar she dumped into it, and despite all those hipster blogs saying otherwise- did nothing to help her stay awake? Of course not. If anything she was a victim here; a victim of late night akumas and faulty biology. 

Fortunately for her (and her quiche), she was actually earlier today than usual. She could see students milling around the courtyard behind the school. Some sat with their friend groups while others huddled to catch up on the homework from the night before. 

Unfortunately, one of those groups was Lila and her friends. Lila sat on one of the picnic tables, talking about whatever grand adventure she supposedly went on or whichever famous celebrity she supposedly saved from a rare type of cancer or something while her friends sat around her, captivated with every word. Marinette rolled her eyes. It was too early for this. 

She steered away from them towards the other side of the yard, where she could see Alya and Nino cuddling while finishing their homework. She glanced back at Lila, who waved at the couple before going back to whatever story she was regaling to her loving audience. It was probably because Alya and Nino hadn’t seen Lila greet them in the first place, but Marinette couldn’t help feeling a bit happy that they didn’t return her greeting. 

“Morning, guys!” She greeted as she approached their table, sitting on the other side. 

Alya looked up first. “Hey! You woke up early today,” she teased, giving her shoulder a friendly nudge.

“Heh, guess it’s my lucky day today,” she said. As she sat down, she began eating the quiche she had swiped earlier. “Well, almost, anyway.”

Alya rolled her eyes and smirked. “You live in front of the school. It’s your own damn fault at this point.” 

Nino, who had been pouring over a worksheet that was due today, finally looked up. Upon seeing Marinette, he smiled. “Hey, dude. You’re actually early!” 

At Marinette’s exasperated groan, both Alya and Nino fell into giggles, Marinette shortly following along. 

“Keep that up, and I’m not gonna let you guys eat at my place for lunch,” she teased, wagging a finger at them. 

Alya wagged her own finger, engaging in a finger sword fight. “As if your mom would ever let us starve!” 

Marinette laughed, as she wrapped her finger around Alya’s and lightly slammed it onto the table, declaring her victory. 

“Okay, okay, you got me.” Marinette went back to eating her quiche, devouring it before it got too cold. For once, she was in a pretty good mood. 

“Hey, Alya, Nino,”

And of course, she just had  to jinx it. 

Marinette didn’t even try to join in the conversation to acknowledge Lila’s presence. If Lila wanted to talk to her, she needed to stop lying about everything; and with her supposed “lying disease,” that wasn’t happening anytime soon. She only wished Adrien was here so someone could sympathize with her. 

“Oh, hey Lila,” Alya greeted, having gained her hand back and waved. “Ignore Nino here. He forgot about Mendeleiv’s worksheet due today.” 

“Oh, I see.” Lila said. “Well, you know, Nino. If you ever need help with science, one of my cousins actually won a Noble Peace Prize for his contributions in molecular chemistry.” 

Nino, to his credit, only muttered an “uh huh” before turning the worksheet over and frantically scribbling all over it. Marinette briefly wondered if Nino understood what he was writing down- or if he cared. 

Alya perked up. “Wow, that’s amazing Lila! What did your cousin do?”

Lila smiled bashfully, and looked away, waving her hand. “Oh, you know, it was the discovery of some man-made element.” Marinette had to give Lila credit- she knew how to fake her blushes really well. “I’m nowhere near as smart as my cousin, you know? All the scientific words get me so confused!” 

Marinette buried her head in her arms. Did she need to be here for this? She could just slip away? Glancing at Lila, who caught her eyes, she decided against it. Like hell she was letting Lila take away her time with her  friends. 

Alya laughed good-naturedly. “Oh, I understand completely. English is so much more of my forté, you know?” 

“Yeah I totally get what you mean.” Lila stopped laughing as her gaze landed on Marinette. Only she seemed to notice the glare she gave her.  “Oh, hi, Marinette. Glad to see you’re early today.” 

“Yeah,” she deadpanned. “Hi.” With a fake smile, she robotically waved at her. 

“Well, anyways I got to go. See you later Alya.”  Lila said, waving her fingers before finally walking away. Marinette exhaled. Thank kwami. She may have been less obnoxious today but that was probably because of Alya’s presence. 

Speaking of, the said girl turned towards her. “You could be nicer towards her.” 

“She almost got me expelled.” Marinette had had this conversation with Alya many times before. At this point, her responses came like clockwork. She contemplated telling Alya’s threat back in Lila’s first day, but she really wasn’t ready for the backlash if Alya accused her  of lying. 

“Well,” Alya stuttered. “It was because she has an illness that makes her lie uncontrollably.” 

Marinette was pretty sure there was no such illness but at this point, Lila had somehow convinced everyone it was an actual illness. That, or no one wanted to point out the obvious lie, including administration. Which would be pretty negligent of the school admin so she hoped not. 

“Alya, if it was just an illness that makes her tell lies, pray tell, who put the test answers in my bag and the necklace in my locker?” she asked. 

“Maybe, well,” Alya tried coming up with an answer but failed, thereby changing the subjects. “Look, both of you are my friends, and I don’t want to get in between the two of you.” 

Marinette sighed. “Yeah, yeah.” She picked up the discarded quiche container and her bag. “I gotta go to class and see if Mme. Bustier needs help.” 

Alya frowned. “Marinette, wait.” 

“It’s okay, really.” Marinette assured her, before walking away. When she was climbing up the steps to the entrance, she sighed heavily. She didn’t really understand Alya’s logic sometimes. If she knew about Lila’s supposed lying disease, why did she put Lila’s trash on the Ladyblog? If Alya knew Lila’s lies had led to Marinette’s initial expulsion, why still defend her? Marinette shook the thoughts away, not wanting to get into that impeding headache. Lila Rossi was never worth her time. 

When she reached the entrance, Lila was leaning against the doors, her arms crossed. Her olive green eyes were glaring right at her. 

“Dupain-Cheng.” 

“Rossi.” 

Lila strutted up to her, getting uncomfortably close to her face. “I told you what would happen if you didn’t play along.” 

Marinette stared back, unimpressed. She really had more pressing issues than this weird power play Lila wanted to play. Leaning back and stepping to the side, she said, “I already told you I’m not scared of you, Lila.” 

Marinette didn’t spare her another glance. In some ways, she pitied Lila. What kind of life did you have that you were so desperate for attention you lied about everything, and tried to get rid of anyone else who called you out? 

She really hoped Alya would soon see sense. Adrien had once told her to take the high road, and honestly? Sometimes, it felt good to not let Lila’s lies get under her skin. 

Then again, when did Lila ever go down so simply? 

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We Grow Together (28)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Tessa Sullivan (OFC)

Chapter Summary: Tessa begins some light undercover work while Bucky pouts in the background... And Clint sheds some light on what happened years ago in Minsk.

Summary: Relationships can be tough, especially when one person is a recovering-from-being-brainwashed-and-tortured former assassin and the other is an overworked mutant scientist. But hey, every couple has their struggles. Right?

They all agreed – some more begrudgingly than others – that it would be a good idea for Tessa to see what she could find out from Cal before getting in any deeper with Lobe. The ingenious businessman, as he had referred to himself, had invited Tessa to come out to his temporary facility outside of Albany. But try as they might, none of them could find anything about this mysterious site. And – “You’re not going out to some off-the-radar science lab on your own. Not with the current lack of intel we have.” – Steve was the one giving the orders.

Well, if intel is what he wants...

“I’m telling you,” she says, as Natasha hooks up the not-even-remotely-noticeable bug in the hem of her sweater, “He’s not going to help.”

Steve looms in the foreground, arms folded across his chest. “He doesn’t have to help. Just get him talking and we can sift through all of it later.”

“It’s looking like this might be more than we thought,” Clint mumbles from his position at the conference table. He’s busy looking through all of the virtual files that he and Nat had spent the last few days compiling. Swiping through another page on the holoscreen in front of him, he says simply, “Since all of the Terrigenesis stuff started, people have been paying more and more attention to… super people.” He glances up to raise a single eyebrow at Tessa. “Depending on what his end game is, this Lobe guy could be the next big bad.”

“Then by all means, let’s go waste some time grabbing coffee with some crony instead of figuring out what the big bad is up to,” she snarks with a pout.

Natasha triggers the bug to make sure everything is set up and pats Tessa on the shoulder. “You’re good,” she tells her. “Just don’t conveniently spill a drink on it when you two start in about the past.” She shoots her a playful, crooked smile before turning to gather her things.

“Alright,” Steve starts, manner and voice all business. “I’ll be in the back of the café.” He moves over to Tessa and gently reaches out to grab her shoulders. “I know this should go without saying, but do not leave my sight.”

She rolls her eyes. “You really think I’d take off with him?”

“I might,” Nat mutters from across the room.

“That,” Steve intones, pointing at Natasha, “is why you three are all off comms.”

Clint rises and shuts down the computer in front of him. “See? Once again, your sexual appetite has us sidelined.”

Natasha cocks a brow in his direction. “My sexual appetite has gotten us out of more jams than it’s ever gotten us into.”

Steve visibly winces. “Enough. Come on, guys. Can we just… not?”

Natasha shrugs and shoves some equipment into Bucky’s hands. He almost drops it and has to regain his balance as she piles more crap into his arms. “Make yourself useful, Sargent,” she tells him. “You can’t just stand there brooding in silence all day.”

“I don’t know,” Clint says as he takes some of the load off Bucky. “If anybody can do it, he can.” He gives the silent, gloomy looking man a wink and heads for the door.

000

It makes perfect sense, of course, that the three of them would be sequestered in a van down the block. Well, maybe it doesn’t really makes sense why all three of them would be… Natasha was the only one actually needed in here working the recording equipment. But Clint wasn’t about to sit any part of this out. And Bucky was obviously not going to let Tessa go out there without being close by. Even if no one really believed that she was in any danger.

After all, this was just a simple, casual meetup with a potentially knowledgeable contact who might be able to supply some intel on what now seemed to be an ongoing op. Fine. No big deal. His lab rat girl was just now invariably working out in the field. He could handle that.

Well, he’d be able to handle it a lot better if he had her in his sights. And if he had a weapon, some sort of recourse, in case something did go wrong. But no sniper should be needed today – especially not one who admittedly kind of wants to blow off the head of the guy she’s meeting with.

“How you holding up, Barnes?” Clint asks as he bumps Bucky’s shoulder with his.

He sighs, long and loud. “I’m not used to being non-essential.”

“Yeah, well… Think of this,” he says, sweeping his hand across the tight space of the cargo van, “as a chance to play stakeout. It’s like we’re the FBI!”

“Hunting down mob bosses?” Natasha supplies as she hands each of them an earpiece. There won’t be any comms going, so they can’t talk to Tessa. And they’ll only be in contact with Steve if something goes wrong. But thanks to the high-tech bug in Tessa’s sweater, they’ll be able to hear everything going on at the café down the block.

“Exactly.” His smile fades a bit when he looks back over at Bucky and notices the concerned look on his face. “Did you two get a chance to talk?” he asks him in a low tone. Natasha would be able to hear, of course, there’s barely a foot of space between them. But his voice makes it clear that this talk is between just the two of them.

He nods. “Yeah. We’re good.”

“Cause, you know, the other day… we were just joking around. I mean… I was there at the tail end of their thing. It wasn’t anything like what you and Doc have.”

The sincerity in his voice, makes the corners of Bucky’s lips quirk up into a small smile. “I know,” he says. Then, his face transforming into a confused sort of pout. “I forgot you said that you met him. That was when you first met Tessa, right?”

Clint settles back into the cushioned bench that runs the length of the van. “Yep. Minsk.”

“Funny, isn’t it? How we mark moments in our lives by either the name of the op or the location of the mission,” Natasha utters, without turning around. She continues to busy herself with the recording equipment, doing one final test to make sure everything is working as it should.

Clint lets out just the shortest of chuckles. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

“So what happened there?” Bucky asks, genuine interest perking his voice.

Clint gives him a suspicious look. “She never told you?”

He shakes his head. “In case you haven’t noticed, Tessa’s not great about sharing things from her past.”

Natasha finally turns and joins the men in the rear of the van, all equipment up and running. “Did you know she graduated from med school when she was 23?” she asks incredulously. “I only found that out last year.”

“How’d she manage that?” Clint asks, taken aback.

She merely shrugs. “That, she did not share.”

He pulls in a deep breath and drops his raised brows. “Well… the thing in Minsk was kind of a shit show.”

“You were sent by Fury, right?”

He nods. “Genetech had a facility on Long Island that was shut down back in the 1980s. SHIELD found out about some nanocontagion they’d let loose, and they moved in and took out the whole operation. Or so they thought,” he says with a glint. “Fury heard rumblings about the company starting up again in Eastern Europe, so he sent a couple of us to go check it out.”

“Who’d you go with?” she asks.

He shrugs. “McAllen.”

“Ugh,” she responds, obviously sharing his less-then-enthused view of whoever Agent McAllen is.

“So Genetech was what?” Bucky inquires. “Some kind of medical lab?”

“Hardly,” Natasha answers. “They were a powerful med firm, specializing in genetic research. They were started by a guy who designed bio-weapons with Howard Stark.”

“Can’t say they were always exactly reputable,” Clint intones. “But they did manage to get a big following in the scientific community. No surprise, really, that some new facility popped up even after the company was supposedly shut down.”

“And no surprise that someone like Tessa would want to work there,” Natasha says simply.

“True,” Clint declares. “But, she knew something was up. And she was the only one there willing to help me figure out what it was.”

“What was it?” Bucky asks.

“Long story short? They were engineering a gene that would mutate when exposed to radioactive energy.” He frowns briefly. “I’m still not really sure about the science of it, but the theory was that, if they could introduce it into a human host, and then expose the host to radioactive material, they could create a… super person.”

Bucky grimaces. “A super soldier?”

He cocks his head as if to say, maybe. “The higherups didn’t really share their plans with Doc… and she was the only one who shared anything with me.”

“So wait,” Natasha interrupts, suddenly onto something. “The radioactive genes, or whatever they were… the samples that Tessa accused Calvin of stealing – ”

“One and the same.” He clears his throat before going on. “I shared some confidential intel with Doc about what Genetech had been up to all those years ago. And she agreed to hand over some files on the work they’d been doing. But before she could get them all copied, the facility went on lockdown – with us trapped in it – because samples of the nearly perfected genes had been stolen. She knew right away who did it. Went on a little tirade in the office while alarms were going off around us. I just wanted to get the hell out of there, and she’s mumbling and yelling about how that son of a bitch had sworn he was there for her and not some damn job.” He smiles and shakes his head. “Whew, she was pissed.”

“How did you get out?” Natasha asks. Her chin rests on her fist as she watches the man, clearly enthralled by his story.

“Right, well. First we got caught. Armed guards rushed the office, saw we were stealing files. Chaos ensues… yada yada yada,” he says, waving his hand in a glib gesture. “I got shot. Doc let loose.”

Bucky frowns. “She used her powers?”

“Yep. Smoked ‘em. All eight of them. They just… dropped.” He takes in a deep breath. “She got us out of there and we holed up in this old factory outside of town while she fixed me up.” He turns to Bucky and says, utter sincerity lacing his words, “That was about two weeks before my daughter was born. If not for Doc, I never would have gotten to know my little girl. Never would’ve even made Nathaniel.” With a small smile, he tells him, “I’m never gonna be able to repay her for that.”

Natasha scoffs. “Sounds like you never would’ve been in that position if it hadn’t been for that asshole Calvin.”

“Oh ho,” Clint says, raising a brow, “So now you agree he’s an asshole? Is your crush fading?”

She shrugs. “He’s still hot as hell. But it sounds like he almost got two of my best friends killed. So if I meet him, I might just have to end him.”

Bucky looks to Clint, curiosity lacing his features. “You said you met him?”

“Ah, yeah,” he breathes out. “During my first meeting with Doc… I showed up a little early at this bar and saw them together. He was laughing and whispering in her ear and shit. And she was looking not amused. I stopped him on his way out of the bar… asked if he was an American… you know, play the whole what a small world card. He told me he was in Minsk on business, but would only be in town a few more days. I asked about the woman he was with at the bar, if she was his girlfriend… small talk,” he says with a wink. “The guy just laughs and says when I want her to be. Prick. Then he lights up a cigarette, shakes my hand, and disappears into the night.”

“And no one ever caught him? After stealing the samples?” Natasha asks.

“Nah. Doc said he was sort of a mercenary… doing whatever needed to be done for whoever was the highest bidder. So it was no surprise he managed to disappear. That guy in Africa, the one that Ultron got the vibranium from? Saw Calvin with him in some photos taken about ten years back. That’s the kind of guy he is. Anyway, it was just a few months after Minsk that he got made by MI-6… doing some kind of dirty deal. But then he conveniently got blown up in a car bomb before they could nail him.”

Bucky lets out an irritated huff from his corner of the van. “Nice,” he says with a nod. “Good story. I feel much better about this guy now.”

Clint laughs and slaps him on the shoulder. “The takeaway from all of this is that Doc’s been done with that guy for years. And she knows who he really is. She’s not gonna get sucked into his lies or manipulation.”

“I never really expected her to,” he mumbles.

Clint takes in the thoughtful expression on Bucky’s face and adds, “She’s grown up a lot since then. I, for one, think she’s been making much better decisions.”

The corner of Natasha’s mouth quirks up. “Yeah, from asshole mercenary to brooding ex-assassin.”

Clint tosses a reproachful look over his shoulder at her. “Even I think that was crass.” He turns back to Bucky. “Sarge, after what she did for me, I’ll have Doc’s back for life. So if I thought she was wasting her time with someone who didn’t deserve her, I’d chase him off in a heartbeat.”

Bucky cocks his head at the man to his right. “You haven’t been trying to chase me off these last couple years?” he asks with a smirk. “You’re saying this is just how you are?”

Clint snorts. “Hilarious. See?” he says, turning to Natasha. “They’re made for each other.”

She throws up a silencing hand and presses the earpiece into her ear. “We’re on,” she says, tone suddenly all business. “The asshole is in the building.”

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send  ♡  to  talk  ships  with  this  asshole .

     honestly, same.  i think they’d be good for each other, but kinda  …  in a bad way?

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WIP-in a day

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I enjoy writing alternate universes/timelines with my OCs and other canon characters.

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Working at a prison wasn’t always an easy job, maybe not for Katella Winchester because she’s very well liked throughout the prison and with its inmates. 

Because she was always very sweet, and humble with them, and they loved her for it.

She was working at the Montana State Penitentiary in the Psych Ward where she was loved throughout the prison before she was transferred to the Arizona State Prison in Buckeye. Her home state, and she was relieved to be back home, and only an hour drive away from Phoenix, her hometown. 

After a few weeks of working at the prison, she was given a list of patients since most of the Doctors were given a roster to do their rounds, and check on the inmates.

They got transfers of new inmates that day, and Kate along with her fellow colleagues got their updated roster list.

She walks in through the employee entrance being greeted by the two guards. They scan her ID card, and buzz her in. Going over their usual protocol.

She walks down the hallway to the administration office to sign in on the sign in sheet, and her boss, Warden Cromwell approaches her.

“Doctor Winchester?” he calls her.

“Yes Warden?” she responds, turning to face him.

He hands her a beige paper folder, “Your updated roster. Since we're getting more inmates in this morning”. 

She takes the folder from his hand, “Thank you” she responds. 

“I noticed your roster is a lot bigger than the other Psychologists” he says, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Kate lets out a short laugh, “Yeah I noticed that too. Probably because the inmates really like me, and how I do my sessions”.

“Well whatever it is, keep up the good work, and maybe these people won’t go back to their old lives if they get released”.

He’s about to turn around, and leave when Kate stops him.

“Warden?!” she softly exclaims.

He turns to face her, “Yes?”.

“Would it be okay if I have next Friday off? It’s my daughter’s birthday” she says.

“If you can find someone to cover your shift then it's fine with me” he responds. 

He turns around and walks down the hallway towards his office. 

A few hours go by, and Kate is working with her next patient. A new inmate who was just transferred from Montana State Penitentiary.

She walks into the room where she condones her sessions.

A metal table that is almost 4 feet in width, to give a safe distance between her and the inmate. 

Her sessions are always monitored for her safety, but no audio is heard from the guards point of view. 

She enters the room, and takes a seat at the table, waiting for her next patient.

She checks her roster, her 10:30am-11:30am session with a new inmate. 

Flipping through the pages of her folder to check her new patient, and she feels her heart drop when she sees the name.

“What?!” she whispers, feeling like she’s gonna vomit, “No, no this can’t be happening”.

John Seed is the name. An old lover to Kate. They had broken things off a few years back when she was living in Hope County, Montana. 

Him, his brothers Joseph, Jacob and sister Faith ran a cult called The Project at Eden’s Gate. 

To make all this short and less painful, they killed and kidnapped people into joining their cult.

Kate dated John for 7-9 months when she lived in Hope County, then she moved back to Jackson, Wyoming, and when her older sister moved to Hope County, Kate moved back to Montana, where she had another encounter with John, and it wasn’t as good as it was the first time.

A few weeks before him, and his family were arrested. 

They had sex for the last time, and unknown to her at the time. John had put a hole in the condom he used, and impregnated her.

So her daughter Daenerys is the spawn of John Seed, and her 1st birthday is next week.

The last thing she wanted to see was that psychopath, but she’s a psychologist and it’s her job to see those types of people.

She reads through his file. 

Name: John Seed

Age: 34

DOB: 07/27/1986

Place of Birth: Rome, Georgia

Height: 5’10

Weight: 165

Transfer from Montana State Penitentiary.

She gets thrown off when the loud buzzer goes off, the red light, and the metal door on the opposite side of the room opens loudly.

John steps in, wearing an orange prisoner jumpsuit, his hands cuffed together with a guard behind him.

He looks over, and his eyes light up when he sees Kate. He never not once looked away from Kate’s eyes. Like they were locked together.

She can feel her heart pounding against her chest, her palms turning sweaty. Shaking her leg in nervousness. Her anxiety through the roof. The guard releases one of John’s hands from the cuffs, and locks him to the table. 

“I’ll let you take it from here Doctor” he says to Kate.

She nods her head in response, a slight smile and the guard leaves. Leaving the two former lovers together. She looks down at the file, trying to figure out what to say to him that is relatable to her job.

“I never thought I’d see you again Katella” he purrs, leaning over the table towards her.

She clears her throat, “I could say the same about you”.

He leans back in his seat, and chuckles, “Doctor huh?”.

She nods her head, “Yep, okay so, Mr. Seed I’m gonna ask you some questions, and I want you to answer them as honestly as possible. Okay?”.

“John” he says, “You can call me John. We both know who we are. I mean I took your virginity and made it mine”.

Ignoring his last comment, “Okay John, tell me how are you feeling today?. Any negative thoughts?” she asks, going through her usual route with the other inmates. 

“I’m doing great now that I’m here with you” he flirts, "Negative thoughts? Maybe about the lustful things we did in the past". 

Trying her best to stay professional, and not be rude. 

“That’s great to hear. How are you adjusting to your surroundings?” she asks.  Nervousness, and shakiness in her voice.

He cocks his eyebrows at her, and leans forward.

“Let me ask you a question. Is this what they’re paying you for? Sit around and ask questions?”. 

She takes a deep breath, and says slightly aggressively “Just answer the question”.

He raises his eyebrows, and smirks at her, “Feisty huh?. I like that”.

He places his hands on the table, “I’m adjusting greatly. I have my own cell. A comfortable bed, I get 3 meals a day, and I get to see you for an hour everyday”.

Kate gets goosebumps throughout her body, her stomach in knots and she feels like she’s gonna vomit.

She looks down at her questions in her folder, “How do you feel about being here? What could you have done to prevent yourself from ending up here?”.

John laughs softly at her questions, “Katie, darlin, my love. You should know why I’m here. You were there when they took me away from my brothers and sister. There is nothing I wouldn’t have done to keep me out of here”.

Kate sighs, scratches her eyebrow. Looking down at her folder.

“How do I feel about being here?. Hmm? Let me think” he says with his finger to his chin, scratching his beard, “I hate it here. That’s how I feel about it, but the thought of me seeing you everyday makes me love it here”.

Kate is about to ask her next question when John gives her a question of his own.

“How’s the little one?”. His eyes staring intensely at her, almost piercing through her. If looks could kill she'd be dead.

She stops what she’s doing, and looks at him in confusion.

“What?!” she asks, acting like she has no idea what he’s talking about. 

John lets out an exaggerated sigh, “If I can remember. I knocked you up before I was taken away. So how's our little boy/girl?”. 

Stammering over her words, “Oh I-I uh I lost it, at 3 in half months” she lies, her eyes wandering away from his gaze.

Kate was always a really good liar, but she was never able to lie to John for some reason. 

“Bullshit” he snarled at her, “You claimed to be a good liar, but you were never able to pull it off with me sweetheart. So let me ask again, how is our child?”.

She feels herself go pale, her hands go numb and sweaty at the same time. Scratching the back on her neck.

“That must be a lawyer thing” she chuckles, "Detecting lies".

John stares at her with those intense piercing blue eyes. Those same eyes that their daughter had inherit from him.

“Daughter” she mumbles, looking down at her hands.

‘What was that darlin?” he teases, leaning closer towards her.

“We have a daughter, her name is Daenerys, and she turns a year old next Friday” she says. 

He leans back in chair, staring at Kate, and asks “Who does she look like?”. 

A little off that, that's his first question regarding their daughter, “Like me, but she has your eyes” she responds. A slight smile appears on his face. 

“I notice you don’t have a ring on” he says, “Single mother?”.

Kate nods her head in shame, she wasn’t able to keep a relationship because of her job, and with her daughter, they were both her number 1 priorities. She was okay with being a single mom. Her best friend Morgan helped her out, watching over her when she was at work. Sometimes her mom, or her sister Paige, Sarah, Alissa or any of her friends watched over Daenerys.

On her days off she spends time with her daughter, sleeping in and catching up on her tv shows.

He sighs loudly, catching her off guard. “We would’ve been perfect parents. The best parents, our little girl would be spoiled rotten. Maybe along the way I could fuck our next child into you. I do miss feeling that tight little pussy of yours, and you begging me to fuck you into the mattress. Making you sore, and unable to walk properly”. 

Kate clears her throat, feeling a bit uncomfortable, and a bit turned on at the same time. She hates herself for it, she hates herself in general.

She hesitantly asks her next question, “How would you better yourself for those you care about?”.

John raises his eyebrows at her question, and scoffs “Really?. That’s your question?. Okay” he shrugs. Going along with her "little game".

“I would better myself by being myself. But since you asked for those I care about. I would better myself by being a less shittier person, and maybe if I were to meet our little girl. Then maybe I will better myself for her, and maybe for you." He pauses for a moment, and Kate is about to continue with her session asking more questions, and John interrupts her.

"Just to keep in mind, I think I’ll touch myself tonight, thinking about you. I wasn’t planning on it. Imagining me destroying that pretty little tight pussy of yours, making you scream and beg for me”. 

Kate sighs in annoyance, she knows this session is gonna be a long hour of John flirting with her, telling her all the things he would do to her. 

Finally an hour later, 11:30. John's session is complete for the day. 

A buzzer goes off, followed by the red light on the wall going off, and the locks on the metal door make their loud clanking sounds informing them that they’re being unlocked. 

John looks Kate in the eyes and says, “If there were a prison riot, and all inmates ransack the joint. Keep in mind I’ll be coming after you, and I won't stop until I find you, and do God knows what to you. I know how you like it rough, and hard".

He winks at her, before getting taken back to his cell by the guard. Leaving Kate in the room by herself.