#and i just? find the convention confusing. why would i cut off a person who i love being around simply bc we're no longer dating?

[elysiicns]

ig some people might consider my time IDing as aroace as a "waste" of time bc it was years of my life but genuinely i don't see it that way. it let me examine the social pressures and attitudes around sex and romance in a detached way and ultimately i've carried the mindset of not giving a shit about social conventions surrounding romance especially, and honestly it's really freeing

[artintimages]

HYPNOSIS III

Sophie was very anxious about some disturbing dreams and thoughts involving Paul, and called him on his cell phone. Paul smiled when he saw that the person calling him was Sophie, his young friend. After a conventional start to the conversation, Sophie revealed the reason for her call.

S: Paul, I need to talk to you. I've been having some strange thoughts, and some of them involve you. I'm confused… P: Sweet Sophie, of course we can talk. I'm asking my driver to pick you up right now and bring you here to my house, where I can welcome you in comfort. S: Thank you, Paul. You can ask him to come by in fifteen minutes, and I'll be ready.

They said goodbye and Sophie, who had just gotten out of the shower, went to the closet and, instinctively, chose a very low-cut red dress and tried it on, with stockings. She looked in the mirror and asked herself, "My God, why did I choose that dress? What is happening to me?"

Despite the conflict, Sophie sticks with that choice. She looked in the mirror and saw herself beautiful, although she thought that dress wasn't very appropriate for going alone to talk to a male friend on his house. But something moved her in that direction and, so, she went to the bathroom mirror, did a quick make-up, and upon hearing the doorbell, she went downstairs to find the driver, dressed in a black suit. She walked towards the huge limousine, and entered through the back door, which was opened by the driver. Then they left in the direction of Paul's mansion.

Arriving there, the driver parked the car in the large courtyard in front of the house's sumptuous entrance. Although she already knew the place, it was inevitable to admire it all. Paul was standing by the front door, elegantly dressed. The driver opened the door and Sophie got out, and the driver walked her to the entrance of the house, where she was greeted by Paul, who opened his arms, welcoming her in a loving hug.

P: Dear Sophie. Good to see you. I'm very happy that you´re. By the way, you look stunning in that red dress. Nothing I could see today could fill my eyes with more sparkle. You are a woman in transformation, and I am very happy about that. S: Thank you, Paul…. That's exactly what I came to talk about. I can't understand some things and I feel like maybe you can help me. I would just like to ask one thing….. don't snap your fingers, please….. I don't really know what it is, but I get headaches and then I can't remember a lot of things. You promise?

Paul is impressed by her understanding of the trigger that sets off her trance. Although she is confused, it is very clear that she has already noticed that something happens every time he snaps his fingers.

P: Yes, I promise, Sophie. You know… it's really impressive that you noticed that some confusion occurs after I do that. You are a strong-minded woman. Honestly, no one ever noticed that…. Anyway, I don't think we'll need that anymore…. Come on, let's go in.

And then Paul holds Sophie's hand and they walk into the sumptuous house, at a slow pace, chatting pleasantly, until they reach the same room he was in last time, in a visit that also evokes some scattered memories. They settle down on a sofa and chat pleasantly, enjoying a white Burgundy, handpicked by Paul for the date.

S: Thank you, Paul, but I'll just have one glass… Paul… I've been having some very confused thoughts… I've been dreaming about my wedding, which I always thought was the happiest day of my life. Sometimes it's Joseph who appears in these memories, and sometimes it's not. Another person appears in these memories….

P: And who is this person, Sophie?

S: It's you, Paul. What are you doing in those memories? I jut can´t understand!!! I dream about the wedding, I remember my dress, the guests, the altar, everything…… but when I look to the side, suddenly it's not Joseph there anymore, but you!! Why??

Paul smiles and holds Sophie's hand.

P: Sophie, first of all, I would like you to know that I am very flattered to have appeared in your dreams and thoughts. I'll try to explain it to you….. You're such an intelligent woman, Sophie. And apparently, you've already noticed that I put you and Joseph in a trance a few times.

S: Yes, Paul. Although I have few memories, I know very well that you mesmerized us.

P: And yet you came here today….

S: Yes, but on the condition that you don't put me in a trance again, at least for us to have this conversation. I'm trusting you….

P: You can trust me, Sophie… Well, let's get to our subject then. You know, Sophie, I'm a lived man. And I received a gift of penetrating people's minds. I don't do this randomly, as I try to use it to do good things only.

S: Like having sex with your friend's wife????

P: Take it easy, Sophie…. I'll explain everything to you…. When I first met you at that party, I looked at you and thought: "My God, what are these people doing together?" I felt like there was a disconnection. I looked at Joseph and saw a bureaucrat, but I looked at you and saw a fascinating woman, but who was trapped in a wrong character.

S: What do you mean, Paul?

P: I admired your beauty and thought you didn't fit in with the rest, with your clothes, your haircut, your makeup and your posture... Your unique beauty also didn't match the topics you and Joseph were talking about. And at that moment, I figured I could help you.

S: Go ahead, Paul.

P: Sophie, from that moment I noticed that something was missing in your life, even though I didn't know you well yet. I felt it, somehow, and actually I wasn't wrong.

S: So you think there was something missing in my life?

P: Of course it was missing, Sophie! And it's still missing! Take a look….. See how you´re dressed today. You came to my house, alone, dressed in that beautiful short, low-cut red dress. You look stunning. Tell me, Sophie…..honestly…..why are you dressed like that?

At that moment, still sitting next to Paul, Sophie looks down and notices how her thighs are exposed, as well as how her cleavage was quite generous.

S: I can't say for sure, Paul…. And that intrigues me. When you said you would send the driver to pick me up, I went into my closet and picked out this dress. I didn't even think about it, but I wanted to wear it.

P: That's not the correct answer, Sophie. Let's try again…. Why did you choose this sexy dress to come here alone and talk to me:

After some hesitation, but already imagining where this conversation would lead, Sophie tried once again.

S: Because I wanted to look pretty, Paul....

Paul then smiled and ran his hand over Sophie's face.

P: Sophie, my young friend, so dear… That's not the correct answer yet… Come on, one more time… Take courage and answer me… Why did you wear this impressive lowcut red dress and stockings to come here alone and talk to me?

So Sophie remained silent for a few moments, facing some memory lapses that bombarded her mind, many of them from the previous visit to Paul's mansion and others from the trip to the mountain cabin. After this silence, Sophie looked at Paul and replied.

S: I dressed like this because I want to be fucked, Paul….

Paul clapped his hands and smiled.

P: Well done, sweet Sophie. This is the correct answer! A woman dresses like this because she wants to be possessed, wants to be fucked, wants to make love…… call it whatever you want. But a beautiful woman who dresses like that wants nothing more than to be fucked, and that's wonderful, Sophie. Even if she won´t get fucked, that´s the reason a woman dresses like that!

S: But Paul, I still don't understand why I needed to come here for this! I'm a married woman, I love my husband…

P: You certainly love him, Sophie. But I can tell you, without any fear of making a mistake or being unfair, that Joseph does not make love to you the way you would like. Tell me, Sophie….. does he suck your pussy?

S: I don't have to answer that, Paul!

P: You see, Sophie!! He doesn't suck you!! If he does, you would have told me so. And, my God, Sophie, few times in my life have I seen a woman squirm so much during an oral sex session, as we had so many times at the weekend at the cabin.

S: Paul, I have some memory lapses from this weekend….. Was I in a trance?

P: Yes, you were. But your mind is strong, so you have these lapses. Believe me, it was difficult to keep her in a trance all that time. Sophie….. Does Joseph make you cum?

After a few moments of silence, Sophie responds:

S: No, Paul……

Sophie brings her hands to her face, covering her eyes, and then to her hair, unable to believe that she is having that conversation with Paul.

P: So, Sophie…. you've been having these thoughts, because at the cabin weekend you came countless times. You´ve been transformed into a sex Goddess, capable of giving pleasure to two men eager for your body.

S: Two men, Paul???

After a few moments, Sophie breaks the silence again and says:

S: Carl…… Yes, I remember that name. But I don't remember his face.

P: You don't remember his face because he's not important to you, Sophie. He was someone who made you cum many times. And, in fact, there were many!! You really had so much fun!!! But there is no connection between you and Carl, so you don't remember him. Even if you meet him somewhere, you will never recognize him. Yes, he would recognize you, as it was an unforgettable weekend for him. You can't imagine what fun that man had with your beautiful body, Sophie.

S: Yes, I imagine…… But Paul…… answer me then…. Why in the memories of my wedding, which was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, I often see you at the altar, not Joseph?

Paul smiled again and caressed Sophie's face.

P: That's the easiest question you've asked so far, Sophie. You are capable of answering it, you don't need me to do that.

Then, after a few seconds, Sophie broke the silence again, and said with conviction.

S: Because I wish I had married you….

P: Kind of that, Sophie. In fact, what you wanted was not to have married Joseph. I appear in your thoughts because I am someone important in this perception, as I guided you to it. So you project that if I were your husband you would have a much more interesting sex life, and that's what you're missing. Not money, not comfort, not even a good husband, as Joseph certainly is. What sweet Sophie lacks is an active and interesting sex life. You probably have all the rest.

S: But what now? How do I deal with this?

P: Since you can't change the past, you have to think about the future. You are a beautiful, young woman. What do you want for yourself from now on? Let me show you something...

Then, Paul takes out his cell phone and shows her a dark scene, in which was possible seeing two men and a woman on a bed, in an intense menage a trois.

P: What do you think of this scene? What do you think of this woman?

She observes that scene for a while, ang get impressed with that sex performance. Then, answered.

S: I think she is powerful. She has two men all to herself, and it looks like she is feeling a lot of pleasure.

P: Look, Sophie, how one of them sucks her pussy for long minutes….. You don't even know what that is anymore…. Joseph won't give that to you! Don't you think she's enjoying this?

S: She sure is. She writhes in pleasure as he sucks her.

P: Yes, look how surrendered she is….. Sophie…. that woman is you. I recorded this video during the weekend you spent with Carl and me at the cabin.

S: Is it me??? How could you….??

P: Calm down, Sophie. I recorded this because I knew we would have this conversation at some point. I didn't show this to anyone and I'm actually going to delete it right now. We don't need this anymore. But I wanted you to see the woman you truly are when you free yourself from these social constraints.

S: So I'm this powerful woman?

P: Of course, Sophie!!! See the power this woman possesses!! The power to drive two men crazy with her body. You can't imagine what a hurricane you were in bed those days. You sucked all my energy and Carl's. I've never seen anything like it….

S: Do you have many women, Paul? It must be easy for you, since you hypnotize them….

P: Sophie, believe it or not… I have no other women besides Christine, my wife. She is a powerful woman, like you. She is worthy of a man like me. I really could hypnotize anyone I wanted, but that wouldn't be very decent of me. I didn't put you in a trance to fuck you, but to free you. See that you are here today because you came spontaneously. The beauty of this gift of mine is not in using it, but in not using it. Using it to take advantage of women would be dishonest and undignified.

S: Does Christine know I'm here?

P: Yes, she knows. In fact, a few days ago she told me you were coming. She is a woman, so she knows very well how women's minds work. And, listen Sophie, when we met at that party, not only did I realize that you were an incredible woman to be freed, but so did Christine. She told me you were a diamond, a woman in a million.

S: And does she know about what happened between us?

P: Yes, she does, Sophie. Christine is a mature and powerful woman. We are mature as a couple. Although I don't look for other women when she is away for work, she would only think it was bad for me to do so if I got involved with someone unimportant, which is not your case. I don't control her life either. I understand that she might feel like having sex during her long work trips. I don't think she looks for people to this, but, honestly, this is a matter that she should know how to resolve. I trust her. And believe me, if that happened, she would tell me. Not out of remorse or regret, but just because we didn't hide anything from each other.

At this point, Sophie is already more relaxed about the direction of the conversation, and is snuggled up on the sofa, with her legs up on the seat, and leaning sideways against Paul.

P: Tell me then, sweet Sophie. Do you want to continue with this transformation? Or do you want to continue being that lackluster woman, who will have conventional sexual relations with her husband once a month?

S: Paul, I want to continue…. But I don't want to divorce from Joseph…

P: Sophie, stay with Joseph is up to you. That's not what we're talking about. We are talking about sex and liberation. And, of course, personal fulfillment.

At that moment, Paul's hand is already smoothing Sophie's breast through her cleavage, which can barely cover those incredible breasts.

S: And will you continue to help me with this? Will you teach me how to be this powerful woman, like Christine?

P: If you want, yes, of course. You see, my part is just pleasure. Enjoying this body is something that any man would give his life to do at least once. Look at those boobs, Sophie!!! Men would pay fortunes to smooth them like this, kiss them, suck them….. By the way, did Joseph throw away all his bras like I asked? A woman like you shouldn't wear bras. Only if it's to seduce.

S: S: Yes, he did. When I came back from that weekend, they were all in the trash can. He was in a deep trance because he doesn't remember anything, he just noticed that I stopped wearing bras it.

P: And I bet he complained that you stopped wearing.

S: Yes, he did complain a lot....

P: You see! Depending on Joseph, you could become a nun. He doesn't even know that breasts like that can give a man so much pleasure! He should praise and encourage you, not criticize.

At that moment, feeling Paul's fingers manipulating her nipples, Sophie resettles herself on the sofa and sits on Paul's legs, facing him. Then she brings her mouth to his and starts kissing him, sucking his lips and tongue.

They kiss for a few minutes, passionately, and then Sophie holds Paul by the hair and looks into his eyes. As if she were possessed by sex gods, and already assuming a liberated personality, she looks into Paul's eyes and demands:

S: Paul…. I want you to fuck me now. I want you to fuck me like I've never been fucked in my life! I want you to fuck me like Joseph never did and never will, because he is weak. I want you to fill me with your alpha male cum, and leave your smell on my body, on my pussy, on my breasts and in my mouth. Today I want to go home with the smell of your cum in my mouth.

P: Wow!!!! I see that someone is really freeing themselves….. Who knew…. a demure wife talking like that!!! That's so sexy, Sophie!!!

S: I'm not a demure wife anymore, Paul. Now I will be your whore. I want you to make me feel like a slut, a dirty slut. That's it, I want to become your whore, but to do that you'll have to pay me to fuck me, otherwise I won't truly feel like a whore.

P: Sophie, this is getting even more amazing!!!! Yes, I will pay you!!! And with the money you will buy slutty clothes to meet me.

S: Yes, I'll come here dressed like a slut, always. And if Joseph asks me where I'm going dressed like a whore, I'll tell him I'm coming here to see you. If Christine doesn't hide anything from you, I won't hide anything from him either. May he accept me the way I am.

As she says these things, Sophie sits on the carpet and rips off her dress, but not her stockings or heels. Then, with a voracity accumulated for years, she goes to Paul's pants and undoes the belt, unbuttoning the pants and opening the zipper, pulling everything to his ankles. She takes his dick, huge and hard, in her hands and puts it in her mouth, sucking the entire length of the phallus, going down to the balls and licking everything, always looking into Paul's eyes, that is still impressed by that attack. Sophie feels the huge difference in size between Paul's dick and Joseph's in her mouth, and says:

S: Your dick is huge and hard, Paul. I finally have a dick worthy of the woman I am. I don't deserve that small, flaccid dick of my loser husband, but a huge, hard dick like yours, Paul!!

P: You can suck my dick whenever you want, Sophie! Your mouth is delicious and you really deserve a really hard cock like that!

After a few minutes of sucking, Paul gets up and grabs Sophie by her hair and makes her lean over the couch, pressing her head against the cushions.

P: Keep your legs straight like this!

Then Paul grabs the thin strip of Sophie's panties and pulls it violently to the side, ripping it off and throwing it on the floor. He kneels behind her and starts sucking on that hot, wet pussy, making Sophie moan with her head buried between the pillows.

S: Oh God!!!! How good is this!!! I didn't even know what it was like to be sucked like that anymore….. That loser doesn't suck me…. Go on, Paul….. suck my pussy…… My pussy is yours now…

After a while in this position, Paul makes Sophie change again and now she is on her back on the couch. He opens her legs and brings both legs to head height and tells Sophie to hold her legs open like this, and then he kneels on the floor and goes back to sucking that wet, horny pussy again. Sophie holds her legs up, as Paul ordered, and feels mind-blowing pleasure from Paul's licks and sucks, and at that moment she promises herself that she will never stop feeling pleasures like that again.

Paul makes Sophie cum repeatedly with his mouth, and she is almost losing consciousness, when she repositions herself on the sofa, getting on all fours, lowering her head back onto the pillows.

S: Come on Paul, fuck me now!!!! Fuck me with that hard cock, because I deserve to be fucked like a whore, like a slut!!!! Make me your personal whore, your cumslut!!!!

Paul, without hesitation, positions himself behind Sophie and breaks into that wet pussy with his hard cock that pulses with lust.

Paul pushes his hard cock into Sophie, who screams as if they were in an isolated place, but at that moment she no longer cares if anyone hears her screams of pleasure. In fact, she wants everyone to hear the pleasure she is feeling, after years of being trapped in a dull marriage, having conventional and boring sex. Those are the screams of her liberation and her transformation into a sex Goddess, into Paul´s fucktoy. Sophie truly feels like a slut being fucked like that, in a position she has never experienced in her marriage and, as if she is proud of having freed the slut inside her, she screams loudly :

S: "Come on, Paul, fuck me, fuck my married pussy !!!!! Fuck me with that huge cock and cum in inside pussy, Paul!!!!"

And Paul, pushing his hard cock into Sophie's insides with violence, as Joseph could never do with his small, flaccid cock, puts his hand on Sophie's head and pushes her head against the cushions, vigorously moving her hips back and forth , making Sophie's entire body shake with her movements, almost suffocating between the pillows.

Unable to bear the lust any longer, and after at least half an hour of intense fuck, Paul feels the orgasm coming and then begins to moan louder, and, realizing that Paul is almost cumming, Sophie begged:

S: "Go Paul, cum in my pussy, fill my married pussy with your hot cum! Fill me with your alpha male scent! Go, cum inside my slut pussy, Paul!!!! Cum inside your whore!!!!!

Then Paul gives a scream, as loud or louder than Sophie's screams, and starts pouring his DNA into Sophie's pussy, pushing his dick all the way in, feeling the jets of cum splash inside her, which also reaches orgasm, again and again! The movements slow down and then they collapse on the sofa, Paul over Sophie's inert body, who has had the best sex of her life. They remain like this for a few minutes, as they have no strength for anything else. Their bodies are wet with sweat and Sophie feels Paul's cum pouring out of her pussy, wetting her thighs. After a few minutes of resting, Sophie moves and repositions herself on the sofa, making Paul sit down. Paul's cock is still hard and then she starts licking that stick full of cum and vaginal juices, as well as his crotch and thighs, drinking all that white mixture, which tastes like the purest sex. After cleaning it. Sophie snuggles up to Paul and says:

S: Okay, now Daddy is clean!

Paul smiles…

P: "Daddy"…. I liked that…..

They remain like that for a few more moments, and then Sophie gets up and then felt Paul's cum, which was inside her vagina, run down her legs, over her stockings, to her feet. Her panties are torn, so she only dresses up the red dress over her sex-used body. She goes to a mirror in the living room and fixes her hair, touching up the red lipstick on her mouth. Then she goes to Paul, already dressed to leave, and says:

S: That was amazing!!!! Now I want my payment. To be a real slut, I need you to pay me. And I need you to pay me enough so I don't have to take on other clients.

Sophie says this with a restrained smile, and then Paul doesn't know if this is just an act, or if the situation is getting out of control. Then he goes to his wallet, takes out a thousand euros, and hands it to Sophie, who counts the money.

S: Yes, a thousand euros is well paid, Daddy.... I'm going to use it to buy some things for our next meetings. Paul, will you ask your driver to take me home? I can't wait to get home and get things in order. From today onwards, things will be different there. And let's start with that, me arriving with the smell and taste of cum all over my body, and with my socks showing the marks of the cum that ran down my legs. Believe me, I won't give many explanations.

P: Very good, Sophie. I'm proud of your transformation. I'll walk you to the door. My driver will take you home.

Then they walk to the door and said goodbye. Sophie kisses Paul's lips, looks into his eyes, and says:

S: Thank you, Paul…. When you want to see me, just say so. I'm yours from today, and we won't need those finger snaps anymore. Eventually for Joseph, but not for me. If you can, ask someone to pick me up tomorrow, because I'm already thinking about many things that Joseph doesn't do, and that I want you to do for me. I´m your personal whore from now, your cumslut and your fucktoy.

P: Deal, Sophie. My driver will pick you up tomorrow at 3pm. We will spend the afternoon together again.

They say goodbye and the driver gets on the road to take Sophie away. Paul goes back inside the mansion and goes to his room, throwing himself onto the soft bed and, within seconds, he was asleep, tired from the intense sex session with Sophie.

[becca-e-barnes]

Take Care of Everything

This is my first ever fic for a writing challenge omg I��m so excited! Huge congratulations to @balenciagabucky for hitting 3K followers!! That’s such a huge milestone and thank you for organising such a fun challenge! So excited to read the rest of the submissions 💗 @dulceslibrary

Pairing: Personal Assistant! Bucky Barnes x Lawyer! Reader

Word Count: 3.5k maybe?

Summary: There’s only one thing in your life that your PA doesn’t take care of

Warnings: Smut, praise kink, pet names, protected sex (go me for writing something safe sex for a change), court mention, lil fluff, mile high club

Minors, do not interact.

“Un-fucking-believable.” You couldn’t stop the roaring boil of the blood in your veins, storming out of the court room with your long black gown billowing behind you. Being one of the top barristers in the country brought it’s fair share of high profile cases but this one had got on every last nerve in your body and you were out of patience.

The case itself wasn’t the problem. The issues were straightforward enough and applying law to fact, at the most basic level, your client had done nothing wrong. It should have been essentially cut and dry. The problem was the opposing council and the lack of intervention from the judge.

The prosecution had torn your witness to shreds. You had tried to warn the poor woman beforehand, as you did with every client, but on the stand, she had just crumbled under such an intense and downright ignorant line of questioning.

It shouldn’t have even been allowed in the first place. The judge should have stepped in and clipped the opposing council’s wings but the damage was already done and now you would have to pick the pieces up when court resumed on Monday.

“How did it go?” Your personal assistant must have been leaning outside the courtroom door for who knows how long, his suit somehow as neat and pristine as always, despite the fact it was the end of the day.

“Fucking dreadful, Terry was an asshole to Andrea and she lost it. Should’ve known he’d pull shit like that, he’s always a cunt on Friday evenings.” You practically spat the words out, heels clicking on the floor as you made your way down the marble hall to collect your things and begin to put an end to this miserable week.

Part of you almost wanted to laugh at how Bucky had developed the skill of being able to keep up with your pace without even having to look up from his blackberry. That only came from years of practice.

“Terry loves playing with fire. Fuck him. If anyone can put him in his place on Monday, it’s you.” Bucky still hadn’t taken a second to pull his nose up from his phone, his steps landing in perfect time with yours until you reached the chamber at the end of the hall, throwing the heavy wooden door open in front of you. Bucky filtered in behind you of course, closing the door behind him before slipping his phone neatly into his pocket.

“Thought your doctor warned you about your blood pressure? You gotta calm down.” Bucky’s face showed he was genuinely concerned, his eyebrows knitted together in disdain but there was nothing new there. He had worked for you for years now and truth be told, he was damn good at his job, not to mention the fact he was the closest thing to a friend your busy schedule allowed you to have.

“I’ll calm down when I’m dead. We need to get to the airport if we’re going to make that flight for the convention.” You pulled your wig off, setting it neatly into the little wooden closet before removing your gown, hanging it up alongside the other worn ones from earlier in the week so they could all be dry cleaned and back in the closet for Monday.

“It’s a private jet honey, it can’t leave without you.” Bucky laughed softly, knowing you were worked up and hoping a little joke would ease the tension.

You had to admit, you were so thankful for Bucky. He was devoting the prime of his life to making sure you had everything you needed, your life only felt so seamless because Bucky made it that way. He didn’t just manage your calendar and fetch you coffee like any other PA, he lived and breathed you. He went everywhere with you, crashing in your spare room at least three nights a week because you had both worked yourselves to exhaustion. He never missed anything. He had a solution for every problem, nothing was too big for him to tackle and given the chance, you two could absolutely take over the world one day. You confided in him, and he in you, getting to know every tiny detail of his life in the past few years, right down to that fact that neither of you had seen your family or been on a date in months. Hell, he’d went as far as buying you a packet of batteries one Monday after a particularly long and stressful court hearing.

“Here, got you these.” He had smiled mischievously as he handed them over to you, chuckling a little at your confused expression. “For your vibrator. Looks like it’s gonna be a long week.” You took them gratefully, joking with him that you really would need them, tucking them into your handbag and damn were they appreciated. The following morning he had asked how you had got on and you could only laugh. You didn’t tell him how thoughts of him had come into your head right as you had gotten close. Similarly, you didn’t tell him how painfully intense your orgasm had been when you imagined him on the bed with you, watching you come apart against the plastic toy. You could just picture his hungry gaze, watching how your body gushed as you released, nipples pebbled from arousal and your lips parted, a single whimper of his name escaping you as you rode out your high.

No, that was a little secret you would keep to yourself. He didn’t need to know your dirtiest fantasies. He was an employee. An employee that often arrived at your bedroom door shirtless and smirking, holding a stack of freshly made pancakes on the mornings he stayed over at yours but an employee nonetheless.

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The cab ride to the airport would have been silent if it hadn’t been for the gentle tapping of your thumbs and Bucky’s racing over your respective phone screens. You had at least two dozen emails left to reply to and your eyelids were beginning to get heavy, the body heat radiating from Bucky in the cab’s back seat making you drowsy. You took a second, squeezing your eyes shut to force away the tiredness before going back to typing relentlessly.

The trip to the airport was short, Bucky had competed the preflight checkin so you essentially stepped straight onto the plane, taking a seat by the window, with Bucky taking the one opposite you. Takeoff was smooth as always, your phones picked back up as soon as it was safe to do so. But with the glowing screen came a fresh wave of drowsiness, your eyelids threatening to close of their own accord.

“Shit, Buck did you pack my -“

“Glasses? Left side of your bag, under the tissues.” Bucky finished your sentence for you, not looking up from his phone.

“And my -“

“Eye drops? In your makeup bag.” There it was again. What surprised you most was that Bucky didn’t even need to see you to work out exactly what was wrong.

“Do you really just take care of everything?” You huffed out a little laugh, digging through your bag, finding both your glasses and eye drops exactly where he told you they would be.

“Everything but you.” He chuckled, finally setting his phone down.

“What do you mean ‘everything but me’? All you ever do is take care of me. You organise my shopping and dry cleaning for god’s sake.” The whole notion of Bucky doing anything but taking care of you was just insane because you sure as hell didn’t have time to do any of those things for yourself. That’s what you hired him for after all.

“I didn’t mean like that. I meant like really take care of you. You’re so damn up tight.” You knew by the little chuckle that accompanied his words that he meant it affectionately but it still made you slightly defensive.

“I’m not up tight.” You protested. Normally you would’ve let harmless comments like that slide but the combination of your shitty day and the fact you were so sleepy made it impossible to not seek out conflict. This was the life you were used to after all. A life of treating almost everyone you came across adversarially. It was second nature to you at this point, inside and outside the courtroom.

“Come on, you seem to forget I am your calendar. You think I don’t know you haven’t gotten any in months? You should get laid, that’s all I’m sayin’. Wouldn’t kill you to have an orgasm every once in a while.” The words roll off his tongue like it’s nothing and truth be told, if you were in better form, this would have been a perfectly normal conversation between the two of you. Neither of you were particularly shy when it came to talking about your hookups.

You hated how right he was. You hated that you hadn’t been touched in months and Bucky knew that. You hated that most days, you were too exhausted to bother tending to your own needs. And you hated the warmth spreading through your body at the thought of Bucky finally taking care of you.

“Don’t know Buck, an orgasm might actually kill me with my high blood pressure.” You needed this conversation to turn more light hearted and you needed it fast, before your head became so clouded with need that Bucky picked up on it.

“I mean, I handle everything else for you. Wouldn’t even mind if that became part of my remit.” You almost couldn’t believe how carefree and nonchalant this whole conversation seemed, Bucky hoping you missed how he cock twitched in his trousers. Of course you didn’t. You missed nothing.

“If what became part of your remit?” You quizzed firmly, trying not to give anything away but knowing your eyes had gone big and doe-like, entirely of their own accord. This was a dream come true.

“You. Actually taking care of you. However you need.” His stare was intense, watching you keenly to determine whether he had horrendously overstepped and was about to get fired.

“Why would you even want to?” Your voice carried every single ounce of confusion you were feeling, staring Bucky down with an intensity that mirrored his own in that moment.

“You’re far too smart to act dumb.” He replied softly, knowing it was all or nothing now. If he was getting fired, he might as well be honest. His head tilted downwards, drawing your attention to the bulge growing in his suit trousers. Years worth of need and longing bubbling over all at once.

“If you want this, tell me. If not, that’s fine. But it doesn’t need to be anything romantic. Can be just sex. Whatever you want.” He was doing his very best to stay calm, his brain finally catching up with his mouth and considering that he was now in way too deep to just apologise and about to get his ass handed to him at thousands of feet in the air by one of the best legal minds in the world.

You’d never wanted anything more in your life. It was almost like Bucky was dangling himself in front of you. A piece of meat before a lion that could be snatched away at any second. You weren’t going to give him the chance, professionalism be damned. You were out of your seat and onto his lap in a flash, your pencil skirt hiked up to allow you to bracket his legs in your own.

“Are you sure about this?” Your quizzed softly, giving him one last chance to back out before you lost all self control.

“Do I feel like I’m not sure?” His voice was almost a choked whisper, his hands landing on your hips to press you down against his stiff cock.

You’d never seen him like this before. Horny and needy and losing himself in the feeling of you on top of him after years of fantasies. He had tried to curb the fantasies but his body didn’t allow him to. You were all he could think of on those lonely nights, a hand wrapped around his cock, groans and whimpers escaping until he came over his hand, a cry of your name pulled from his lips. He thought you would never know. And now here he was, the woman of his dreams perched in his lap, asking to be taken care of. Even the filthiest parts of his brain couldn’t have come up with this.

He could never have dreamt how you moved forward so tentatively, your lips hardly even touching his. He was used to seeing you confident, in control, the calmest person under pressure and yet here you were, unsure of yourself for the first time, he imagined, in your life. You both kept your eyes open for a little while, your lips sliding together gently, getting a feel for one another, up until your teeth sank into the plush skin of his bottom lip and an actual groan left him, his eyelids fluttering shut. The sound could’ve made you quiver with need. It was so alarmingly sexy, knowing your huge, sexy PA could be taken apart with the smallest touches. Suddenly, this seemed to be as much, if not more, for Bucky’s benefit than your own.

“Thought this was for me, hm?” Somehow your condescending court voice was pushing him over the edge. You felt one of his hands come up, tangling in your hair while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling your core flush with his clothed cock. He kissed you with a burning intensity that made your head swim and your pussy throb, loving how he was taking control but still hurtling further into a breathless, needy state.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve thought about this. Didn’t think we’d be joining the mile high club.” He huffed out a little light laugh, using his grip on your waist to help you roll your hips over his growing erection.

“Couldn’t have been thinking about this for as long as I have.” You smiled softly, letting out a little gasp as his cock nudged you just right through your panties that you were sure had been soaked through already. His eyes went wide at your admission, his dick twitching deliciously underneath you.

“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” He whispered, making you laugh at how eager he was.

“I won’t be able to wait until we’re off this plane Bucky. You gonna fuck me right here?” You teased him softly, your faces so close, your tiny hands running down his pristine shirt, toying with the buttons. When you began to graze his chest gently with your nails, it was like a switch flipped inside Bucky. He thrust up against you with a growl loving the yelp you let out, one hand now squeezing your ass, the other massaging your breasts through your blouse.

“Gonna fuck all the stress out of you. Gonna have you leavin’ this plane leakin’ and cockdrunk.” Somehow you didn’t even doubt his words and you had to admit, it did sound quite appealing to give up the control for a while, just letting Bucky take over.

“Gimme all you’ve got Barnes. Gotta make it worth my while or this is gonna be the last time you get the chance.” You couldn’t help but tease him before instantly realising that might have been a mistake, his lips burning hot as they worked against your own, needy, insistent and as always, eager to please.

His mouth was relentless to the point that you found yourself practically dry humping his cock, your hands laced in his hair while his untucked your blouse from your skirt, greedily holding onto any skin he could reach. He tasted of peppermint and coffee, smelt like the expensive aftershave you were so fond of and felt like a man who’s only purpose in life was to make you cum until it hurt.

“Need you. ‘Nside me. Now.” You managed somehow to pant the words out between the fervent slide of his lips over yours, his tongue dipping in to taste you, never wanting this to end.

The feeling of your much smaller hands landing on his belt buckle made him look down but he could’ve cum then and there at the sight that met him. The front of his suit pants were slick with your mess, proof that he wasn’t just dreaming and you really were needing this just as badly as he was.

“You’re so fuckin’ ready for it aren’t you? Look at the mess you’ve made. Why didn’t we do this years ago?” He was groaning, shifting in his seat to help you get his trousers and boxers down. You couldn’t help how you gasped a little at the sheer size of him, his cock thick and long, the head slick with precum, proud veins running up his shaft. He looked Godly. Two firm pumps was all it took to have his head thrown back against the plush leather seat, cursing and bucking against your hand, aching for more.

“I’m sorry Buck, I can’t wait any longer.” You panted, his lips attached to your neck now, kissing, licking and sucking all his frustration into your skin. If there was a time for foreplay, that wasn’t it. Neither of you had the patience right now.

“Thank God, needa feel this pretty pussy.” He all but whispered as you lined him up at your soaking entrance.

“Shit Bucky, you got a condom?” You asked anxiously, stilling yourself at the last second.

“My bag, zip compartment at the front.” He replied quietly and sure enough, that’s exactly where you found a packet. Tearing the wrapper off, you slid it down his length earning another groan from the huge man who was practically shaking beneath you.

“You think of everything.” You giggled, finally beginning to slowly sink yourself down onto him. Your laugh quickly turned into a breathy moan, your breath mingling with Bucky’s and you noticed how he made a very similar noise. You pressed yourself down slowly, your body having to adjust to the stretch.

“So tight, fuck. Shit, never felt a tighter pussy in my life.” He whispered when you were finally seated on top of him. He pulled your skirt out of the way to appreciate just how connected your bodies were in that moment. His cock just seemed to fit perfectly, so snug you could’ve cried as you began to slowly work your hips against his.

“Oh my god Bucky you’re huge.” You should’ve been embarrassed by how high and needy your whine came out but right then and there, you didn’t care.

“It’s all yours sweetheart. Gonna fuck you so good you never need another cock again. Gonna ruin anyone else for you - fuck.” Under normal circumstances you would’ve chastised him for being so overconfident but feeling how his cock nudged your sweet spot perfectly, you thought he might actually be right.

“Gotta fuck you angel, can’t just sit here anymore, ‘s driving me crazy.” He just couldn’t keep himself still any longer, lust burning behind his eyes in a way you had never seen in him before. You lifted yourself up slowly, feeling his length slipping from you, your walls fighting to pull him deeper until you sank back down, taking the whole length at once. The strangled cry that left Bucky was incredible. You repeated your gentle rise and fall, setting a decent pace. Every sharp fall of your hips tore a needy gasp from both of you, the sweetest spot inside you throbbing from the almost constant onslaught. It was everything you craved. Bucky was grasping at every curve of your body, lost in the feeling of your soft skin and the grip of your silky walls and the smell of your shampoo as you rode him, building speed as your pleasure built in your lower belly. The wet sounds escaping where your bodies were joined was nothing short of obscene, only fuelling Bucky to meet each of your thrusts with his own.

“Oh my god, I -oh oh- I can’t, can’t take it Bucky please.” You groaned, manicured fingernails digging into his chest.

“I got you honey. ‘s okay. Gonna take such good care of you when we get to the hotel. Just want you to cum once for me now, okay? Take the edge off. You feel so good wrapped round me. You know what else I can feel? Your pretty pussy is leakin’. Feel you drippin’ down over my balls. Never felt anything so hot in my ‘ntire life.” His fingers fell to your clit, rubbing neatly as if he had been trained to do nothing else. You were on cloud nine, your high so close but not quite there yet.

“Bucky, gonna cum. Oh fuck!” You whined, your orgasm hitting you like a train. You came with a loud cry, eyes squeezed shut, rocking against him more than fucking so his cock stayed buried inside you.

“Shit, how did you get even fuckin’ tighter. ‘M so close.” He whispered against your neck, broken and needy. Your high had all but subsided, aftershocks still pleasantly coursing through you as you went back to letting your hips rise and fall so Bucky could finish. It only took four more well timed thrusts before he was cumming with a shout, pulling you flush against him as his balls emptied into the condom.

You were both spent and sweaty but more satisfied than you could remember being in months, your chest pressed to his as you both came down, craving a little extra affection. Bucky held you for a good few minutes until you felt his cock softening, knowing he really should get cleaned up. You let him slip from you, pulling your skirt down to take your original seat across from him again.

“Gimme a second.” He whispered, kissing your forehead before making his way to the little bathroom, returning a few minutes later looking just as put together as ever, apart from his telltale grin.

“Jesus, we should do that more often.” You smiled quietly when he returned, letting him settle in the chair beside you this time, the dividing arm rest pushed out of the way so you could cuddle as much as possible given the limited space.

“I can’t stop now honey. That pussy is addictive.” He smiled, happy to see you leaning so comfortably up against him but even happier when he heard your soft little snores.

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Burn The Witch 12 - Bad Surprise [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Sometimes plans have to change.

Series Masterlist

Every job required something from people, and your job was no different.

Being a spy was not a conventional profession, everyone knew that. You were expected to be on the move all the time, be a good liar, be a good fighter, be whatever the job told you to.

And most important of all; never show fear, which you were usually fine with. You had learned long ago how to keep your calm in times of crisis. You had even managed to keep your calm facade when your last mission required you to play Russian Roulette with a target in order to keep your cover.

But this? This was something else.

Bucky cleared his throat to stifle a laugh as he looked down at you.

“Is it just me or are you using me as a human shield against a peacock right now?”

Your eyes snapped up at his for a moment before you turned your gaze to the peacock again, taking a subtle step to Bucky’s right to keep him between you and the animal.

Coming to the zoo was his idea, and you thought it could be a fun experience. You had never been to a zoo before, and it would count as one of the old times dates, so you were almost giggly by the time you got there.

Right until now.

“I think peacocks don’t have souls.”

“Alright.” Bucky sipped his coffee while you tried to ignore the fear bubbling at the pit of your stomach, eyeing the peacock that walked around the area behind the fences.

“I’m serious,” you insisted “What if it attacks me?”

“It’s not going to attack you Y/N.”

“It could,” you said, “It looks like it wants to attack me.”

The peacock fanned out its feathers all of a sudden and let out a squawk, making you jump out of your skin.

“Fuck!” the curse left your lips and Bucky’s eyebrows rose, an amused grin pulling at his lips.

“Sorry!” you said quickly, “Sorry, I…I don’t trust peacocks.”

“You got mugged in a dark alley and got shot, and a bird is where you draw the line?”

Correction, you were once held at gunpoint by the Italian mafia and peacocks were still where you drew the line.

“That’s not a bird.”

“….Peacocks are birds.”

“No, that’s the devil looking like a bird,” you said, “In-in bird shape. Bird shaped demon.”

“Okay, how about we see some other less threatening animal?”

“Let me check—oh my God Bucky they have sharks, I love sharks!” you said, waving the brochure in his face and he pulled his brows together.

“Sharks fall under the less threatening animal category?”

“Of course they do!” you said, looking at the brochure before looking around, “I think the aquarium is over there, let’s go.”

You grabbed his hand to entwine your fingers with his as you both started walking towards the huge blue structure.

“So I feel like I shouldn’t ask because I know you can’t exactly tell me the details,” you said, “But you’re not going on another mission soon, are you? This week?”

“I don’t think so,” he said, “Why?”

“I’m kind of planning something.”

He tilted his head, “What are you planning?”

“Not a club, relax.” you said, “Although I find it quite ironic that you’re this unstoppable brave superhero with super strength who gets intimidated by dancing.”

“I’m not intimidated…” he grumbled under his breath, making you giggle.

“Whatever you say,” you sang, and reached the entrance of the huge building and you pulled your hand out of his.

“Excuse me sir, is the aquarium still open?” you asked the security guard by the door and a small smirk appeared on his lips.

“Yes but it is closing in ten minutes sweetheart.”

Sweetheart?

Jesus Christ….

You smiled politely at him, batting your lashes.

“Oh—“ you took a look at the sign, “I just want to see the killer shark and we’ll be out. In five minutes. Please?”

He eyed you up and down but seemed to snap out of it when Bucky cleared his throat behind you as if warning him, making the guy gawk between you two.

Even you had to admit you seemed like a quite unusual couple. You were wearing a short white sundress with ruffled sleeves and sweetheart neckline with your hair loose while Bucky looked as if he was there to kill someone, a complete opposite of you with his dark jeans and black leather jacket as well as leather gloves.

You didn’t even have to turn your head to know that he was glaring at the guard before the guy shifted his weight, then stepped aside.

“Enjoy.”

“Thank you!” you said, grabbing Bucky’s hand as you led him inside. He followed you without any objections whatsoever, in complete silence as the sight of blue filled your vision along with many fish swimming behind the glass.

“You don’t even see it, do you?” he asked softly and you pulled your brows together.

“Hm?”

“Does anyone ever say no to you?”

You approached the label by the glass, “You do.”

“Do I?”

“All the time,” you nodded, still reading the label but your head shot up when you felt him tug you by the hand. A giggle escaped from your lips as he turned you around so that you could look up at him, then wrapped his arm around you to scoop you up, making you squeal.

“Bucky!”

“All the time?”

“Put me down!” you said, your laughter echoing in the empty aquarium halls and he tilted his head.

“Not until you explain yourself,” he teased you, “All the time?”

“Sometimes, sometimes!” you said quickly, “Very rare times I might add!”

“Mm hm, I thought so.”

“If you drop me, I swear to God—“ you started but was cut off when he pulled you into a kiss, making you wrap your arms around his neck. He took a step with you still in his embrace and you gasped as you felt your back hit the thick glass, but every single protest you could think of seemed to disappear from your mind as you lost yourself in the kiss. You raked your fingernails over the nape of his neck, making his grip around you tighter-

Then someone coughed.

Bucky pulled back instantly and you turned your head to see another rather annoyed technician leaning on her hip, watching you with her brows raised.

“Aquarium is about to close,” she said, pointing at you, “Take it elsewhere.”

Bucky put you down and you tried to fix the skirt of your dress, trying to look presentable.

“Sorry!” you said as Bucky mumbled an apology beside you as well, and the technician shook her head and walked away, talking about how she wasn’t getting paid enough for this. You covered your face and let out a whine but Bucky chuckled, causing you to lower your hands to stare up at him.

“Why is this entertaining for you?” you exclaimed and he held your wrist, gently steering you to the exit.

“Come on.”

“We can never come here again, ever.” you insisted as you followed him outside. It didn’t escape your notice that he bumped his shoulder into the security guard’s quite hard, almost knocking him over on your way out and your jaw dropped.

“That was mean!”

“Nah, he had it coming. Are you hungry?”

“But you could get in trouble. Besides, he was a nice guy—“

“Uh huh, a nice guy who was ogling you.”

You pulled your brows together, pretending to be confused, “Oh I’m sure you misunderstood.”

He tilted his head and pulled you closer to wrap his arm around your waist, then brushed his lips against yours, making you sigh.

“Bucky, it was mean and you can’t just kiss me to distract me—”

“I can try,” he murmured to your lips before kissing you again and you looked up at him when he pulled back with a grin.

“Fine,” you admitted, still pouting. “I’m hungry. Starving actually, let’s eat something.”

                                                    ***

You were finding it harder and harder to convince yourself it was time to go home after every date with Bucky.

Scratch that, you were finding it harder and harder not to invite him upstairs.

But of course, you would have to report it back to the General and discuss the further strategies with him and for some reason, it felt more of a betrayal than this whole thing.

Surprisingly enough, it was something you wanted and not something you would will yourself to do because of the mission. There was no denying it, he was an attractive guy and you really liked spending time with him and you kept having dreams about him and whenever you were with him you had this lightness in your mind, as if you were a different person.

A better person, maybe.

You shook your head at your thoughts and left your apartment to knock on Keith’s door.

“It’s me, open up.”

You heard footsteps before he opened the door and a boyish smile pulled at his lips at the sight of milkshakes in your hand.

“Jesus, finally!”

“I made it at home, can’t promise it’s good,” you said as you walked past him into his apartment and stepped into the living room, “What are you watching?”

“James Bond,” he grinned at you, “Hey, have you ever tried milkshake with gin?”

“No?”

“Me neither, let’s try it.” He said, taking the big glasses from you to pour gin into them. You sat on the couch and took a look at the screen.

“How many times have you watched this again?”

“Like a hundred,” he handed you your glass and you took a sip.

“Not bad,” you commented, putting your feet up on the coffee table. He sat beside you, keeping his eyes on the screen.

“What did you do today?”

“Had a date.”

“With Barnes?”

“Yeah. At the zoo.”

“He took you to the zoo?” he asked and you nodded.

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“And peacocks are fucking scary,” you muttered, “And hey, we learned that Bucky is the jealous type.”

“The guy was dating people back at 40s, I could tell you that much myself.” He snorted, “Chloe says you went on a mission with Julian?”

You slipped a little on the couch, “He’s an asshole.”

“I know. Is he really that bad in bed?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Nah as much as I hate to admit, he’s pretty good. Unfortunately.”

“So top or bottom?”

“He goes either way to be honest, that comment was more about me.”

“About you?”

“Yeah, I like to be on top.”

“Suddenly everything about you makes sense,” he murmured and you took another sip of your milkshake.  

“Don’t try that with Barnes though, the guy is from 1940s. He’s probably used to missionary only, you don’t want to give him a heart attack,” he wiggled his brows, making you scoff.

“Shut up.”

“Chloe is right, maybe you should go full on vintage on that when the time comes.”

You turned to look at him.

“Speaking of Chloe,” you said, “Anything you would like to tell me?”

Keith’s grin faded slightly and he shifted his weight, “Like what?”

“Bringing her coffee, taking her out to the field…” you trailed off, “What gives, man? I thought we had a deal.”

“We never had a deal,” he defended himself, “You slammed me back during training years ago at the academy and told me not to even think about it when you saw me looking at her.”

“No,” you shook your head, “Five years ago, in Ireland. That undercover job, the one that almost got you killed? We made a deal.”

He swallowed thickly, looking down at the milkshake before taking a sip. “Y/N…”

“Keith, you can’t,” you insisted, “She deserves a normal life, a normal family and kids and a dog and stuff.”

“I know,” he ran a hand over his face, “I know.”

“Then?”

“I don’t know.”

“You’re a spy,” you said, “You said it yourself, spies die like flies.”

“Not all of them,” he said, “General is still alive. He has a family.”

“Yeah, one in a hundred,” you said, “Face it. That’s a very low possibility for us.”

“You don’t think you’ll get to grow old and have a family and all that?”

You pulled your brows together.

“No,” you said, “Of course not. I’m probably going to die in one of these missions.”

“You don’t believe that.”

“Keith, I can’t have any of those,” you said, “I can’t. I…it’s impossible.”

“Don’t you want to?”

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” you muttered, “I made my choice ages ago.”

“Y/N,” he sat up straighter, “Do you want to?”

With a very bad timing, your imagination went overdrive and a strange scene flashed before your eyes. You laughing in Bucky’s arms, watching two kids playing in the garden-

You shook your head, trying to shake off the thoughts.

“I could never have that,” you stated simply, “You might love Chloe and you might also be lucky enough to have her love you but…it’s not the same with me.”

“I’d say Barnes loves you.”

A bitter smile pulled at your lips and you bit inside your cheek, taking another sip of your milkshake.

“He loves someone who doesn’t exist,” you managed to croak out, “He loves my cover. He could never love me.”

                                                           ***

Spending the night at Keith’s and drowning your sorrows in gin and milkshake meant that you would have a killer hangover the next day. Unlike Keith, you didn’t have the luxury to sleep until the noon, seeing that you had a cover job to keep so for the whole day until noon, you walked around like a zombie.

Coffee helped though. Just a little.

Thankfully it was a slow day at the shop. After serving a couple of people, you had nothing to do other than seriously considering sticking your head in the freezer to get rid of the hangover.

“Long night?” Tara asked as she walked past you to put the straws into the cup and you nodded, groaning.

“Remind me not to drink, ever.”

“I make that promise to myself every Monday, does not seem to work.”

You chuckled, “Have you ever tried to mix gin into milkshakes?”

“No?”

“Don’t,” you shook your head as you helped her to move an empty milkshake container into the kitchen. “It’s a terrible idea and I’m experiencing the consequences of that mistake right now.”

“That sounds like a fun night though.”

“Fun night, terrible morning,” you let out a laugh as you walked out of the kitchen but as soon as you did, your eyes caught the sight of the man in the shop. Your smile was wiped off your face as the familiar anger filled your system.

Jesus Christ, this day sucks.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you asked and Julian had the audacity to shoot you a grin.

“Whoa cute outfit,” he said, eyeing you up and down, “Holy shit I didn’t even know I was into this whole thing, I’m having an epiphany.”

You looked over your shoulder to see if Tara was still in the kitchen, then turned to Julian.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was craving milkshakes,” he stated, “Hey, would you recommend Lavender Macaron?”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

“I think I’m gonna go with Lavender Macaron, makes me think of France,” he said, “Fun times.”

“Fun for you maybe.”

He shot you a look, “Come on Y/N, we didn’t leave the honeymoon suite for two days. That was the greatest-“ he lowered his voice, “Mission I’ve ever had.”

“You’re putting this entire operation in—“ you started but stopped talking as soon as Tara walked out of the kitchen. Julian raised his brows for a moment before smiling at her and you went under the counter to grab his arm.

“Y/N, is everything okay?”

“Just peachy,” you said as you dragged him out of the shop, and he heaved a sigh, following you.

“No I’m serious…” he said with a chuckle as soon as you both stepped outside, then motioned at the uniform, “This is something else.”

“Why are you here?”

“I heard that it was good, I did not think it was this good.”

“I’m seriously two seconds away from punching you.”

“How come you never dressed up like this for me when we were dating?”

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you insisted and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I was around.”

“And I’m supposed to believe that?”

“Believe whatever you want,” he said, “Your shop has good rating, although I’m beginning to believe it has less to do with milkshakes and more about the waitresses.”

“Julian I swear to God—“ you started but you were cut off when someone cleared his throat, making both you and Julian turn your heads. Your stomach dropped as soon as you saw Bucky watching you two with a frown and you withdrew your hand from Julian’s arm.

“Bucky,” you breathed out, “Um-hi.”

“Hi,” he said without taking his eyes off Julian, and you could almost see the wheels turning in his head.

He was trying to decide whether he was a threat to you.

“I didn’t…I didn’t know you were coming.”

“I figured I could drop by,” he said, crossing his arms, “What’s going on?”

Fuck.

Fuck, you had no idea how to turn this around. Thankfully neither of you had said anything about the mission, so it was more than likely that Bucky just knew you knew each other, but other than that, your cover wasn’t blown.

“Nothing! Nothing at all, he’s just—“ you stammered, trying to come up with an explanation, “He’s um—“  

“Oh come on Y/N, don’t be one of those secretive people,” Julian said, “You hate secrets. You’re Bucky, right? I heard about you.”

Bucky just raised his brows, his glare on him unwavering but even if it was quite chilling, Julian was a trained assassin just like you were, so he was used to it. Instead he curled his lips, looking between you before offering him his hand.

“I’m Julian,” he introduced himself, shooting you a grin as if you two shared an inside joke “The evil ex-boyfriend who’s gonna take her from you.”

Chapter 13

[neurodiversebones]

autistic brennan !!!

in my autistic opinion... here you go. a SLIGHTLY more organized version of what i have dropped in the DMs of anyone who is willing to listen, copy and pasted from a google doc i have so eloquently named "bones is fucking autistic" !!

this headcanon is like. 95% confirmed, which kind of makes my heart do a little "!!!" <3 idk brennan means a Lot to me and always did as a young autistic afab person :-) so here you go !! (under the cut)

okay SO here is my explanation for my headcanon, explained in bullet points- this took up multiple google docs pages so i hope you're ready

emotional display:

has absolutely zero poker face- we see this frequently. there are too many instances to count where she cannot hide her facial expressions !! it is also referenced by booth in late season 8, and i think a few other characters have mentioned it throughout the series?

this is especially in the earlier seasons, but her response to stress and trauma is Very Neurodivergent. she rarely has an outward response- it's so rare to see her cry before season 7/8 ?? this could also definitely be a trauma thing but like,,, trauma symptoms and autistic traits are unfortunately hard to differentiate between because autistic people tend to go through more traumatic situations

not exactly emotional display, but similar- she clearly has alexithymia, or something of the sort (basically, she struggles to recognize her own emotions). this is exhibited a few times- the one i can remember right now is "i don't understand what i'm feeling" "you understand happy, right?" (conversation with angela, season 9). this is actually something i have rarely seen in a character- at least not done well. it makes me very happy !!!

empathy:

she struggles to understand why others would think differently than her- her view of the world is Correct in her eyes, and she finds it difficult to look from someone else's point of view. this frequently ends in her criticizing those around her- her view of the world is incredibly black and white, so when others disagree with her, she believes they must be wrong.

extension of the black and white thinking- she doesn't understand concepts, no matter how hard she tries. she needs evidence and proof. examples of this would be her views on god/religion, love (pre-season 6), and marriage (pre-season 8)

despite her lack of empathy toward people, she exhibits a lot of empathy toward animals. this is actually a really common autistic trait?? examples of this would be her emotional attachment to the dogs in 4x04, or her explosive reaction to finding out the tiger was killed in 8x04

social/conversational skills:

this is probably her most obvious and easily recognizable autistic trait- it's what made me go "she's autistic" after watching a few episodes

she does not understand jokes or sarcasm very well- she frequently gets confused by jokes, explaining why they aren't funny or don't make sense, especially pop culture jokes. when she does understand jokes or pop culture references, she gets very excited and explains them out loud, even though everyone around her already understands (just adding- i love this so much ?? her explaining jokes is Very Cute. i'm sorry i'm a simple gay who can't go ten minutes without declaring my love for her)

struggles with small talk and social niceties- this is used as a joke in nearly every episode. she doesn't do small talk well- preferring to talk about topics that are actually important or interest her. she doesn't see the need for most social conventions either, which leads to her frequently being seen as rude.

she misses social cues in conversations- she frequently brings up topics that are probably not Appropriate for the setting (talking about dead bodies in a restaurant, talking about sex while standing over a dead body, etc.)

she is incredibly literal, and doesn't understand metaphorical speak. this goes hand in hand with the not understanding jokes- she takes many phrases at face value, sometimes confusing others

tone:

she frequently comes off as cold or blunt without meaning to be- many people read her as "heartless" or just uninterested because of the way she speaks, even when she is very invested.

i don't know how to explain this other than her speaking pattern is Very Autistic- the way she pauses mid sentence all the time, the facial expressions she makes while speaking, it's all autism babey !!!

intense focus on one topic:

okay it's very obvious that her special interests are forensics and anthropology

she gets hyperfocused, often losing herself in her work and putting herself through the ringer for it. she puts her work above (almost) everything, and has stated on multiple occasions that she would be nothing without her work.

she often explains the things around her with references to anthropology and ancient civilizations- she uses these references to explain her feelings, the situations she's in, and frequently, to solve crimes. things make sense to her when she thinks about them like this.

not engaging with peers in an "expected" way:

she is often showed to have difficulty getting close with people- she doesn't like showing emotion to others, and would rather just talk about the task at hand. this could very well be explained by her trauma background- but i believe it's probably a bit of both.

she finds it difficult to bond with her peers over common things, like pop culture, and rather talks about work or other things. she doesn't open up to a lot of people, even those who she is incredibly close with.

other/misc.:

stimming !! this doesn't have enough instances to get its own section, but i like to interpret that wonder woman scene as vestibular stimming, purely because i love to spin and jump !!!!

detail oriented, to the point of obsession. it's common for autistic people to get caught up in the details of things, which she definitely does.

views on sexuality differ from the "norm"- she is very critical of monogamy during the first half of the series, and does not see the point in marriage. also she's definitely arospec, just putting that out there <3

i am autistic and i love her therefore i'm right

final notes:

i think she's one of my favourite autistic characters to exist- i usually despise the socially awkward detective trope, but it's handled well here. the people around her don't expect her to change the innate aspects of who she is- rather, they love her unconditionally (even if they are exasperated at times- which is natural to feel with people that you love)

i very much like that they didn't go with the socially awkward + smart = unattractive trope either- she knows that she's hot, and so do the people around her. i'm so sick of nerdy girls not being allowed to be hot 😭 especially when it comes to autistic-coded characters- let autistic people have sex lives 2k21

she just,,, holds a very special place in my heart. as an undiagnosed autistic afab kid, she meant a lot to me. i saw a woman on screen who was smart like me and sometimes confused people because of her intelligence, who didn't really get social situations, who didn't know how to express how she felt. she was like me- and she loved herself, and people loved her. she's a very important character to me and has been since i was really young <3

thank you SO MUCH to anybody who read this- brennan is the loml and i will infodump about her until the end of time

[beskarhearts]

re: you wanting one shot/blurb ideas: *chanting softly* domestic din, domestic din, domestic-

HOME (DIN DJARIN X READER)

Pairing: Din Djarin x AFAB!reader

Word count: over 1.9K

Warnings: very brief allusion to sexy time (I think that is it but let me know)

Summary: Sometimes home was a person, not just a place.

Notes: Just so you know, I completely ignored events of season 2 because I just wanted these 2 to be happy and we all deserve domestic Din. I hope you enjoyed it and let me know what you think!!

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Home had seemed like such a foreign concept to both you and Din for so long. You were aware of its existence but it may as well had been the Force with how confusing of a thought it was to you two. The galaxy was a hard and tough place, one that seemed like you had to fight to get through each day. Din certainly had been handed the short end of the stick as well, having gone through more struggles and travesties than you could count on one hand. In a world that was so brutal and could sometimes be so cruel, how the hell were you to find a home in the midst of it?

But then for some reason, the universe aligned and you had met Din on a fateful day that changed the rest of the course of your life. It took awhile because of the walls you both had up and the lack of trust you had in humanity, but eventually you came to realize something. Sometimes home was a person, not just a place.

So for years you were content with Din, even if that meant living in the Crest with Grogu and traveling from place to place. You had him by your side and that was enough for you - enough for the rest of your life. You wouldn’t mind hopping from planet to planet as long as at the end of the day you could slip into a cot with Din, no matter how tiny or uncomfortable it may had been. And Din the same. Sure the Crest had been a sort of home to him considering how long he had it but it had never felt quite as bright until you were in it. Never had Din felt so settled and content until he felt the warm brush of your fingers against his hair and felt the wave you seemed to mold into his touch, like you were becoming one person. That was also when Din realized home could be a person.

That still didn’t stop you two from hoping though. You couldn’t bare to say it during the day but at night, when you two whispered sweet nothings to each other, you would also make grand plans of a home. Talk about how one day you two would settle down on a sparsely populated planet somewhere with Grogu. Find a small little house and take care of each other for the rest of your days until you were old. Maybe have a couple kids to fill the empty rooms with noise and happiness. You would talk of having a kitchen where you could make meals and teach Din how to cook, both of you eating something other than ration packs or broth on a daily basis. Find a place with some land so Din could step outside without his helmet with no fear and breath in some fresh air, while the child you had both come to love roamed around the tall grass. Din would speak of a bed - a proper bed - where you both could spread out as wide as you wanted (even though you both knew each night would end with you in each other’s arms, trying to get as close as heavenly possible). A place that could properly be decorated for holidays and special occasions, maybe even a big tree for a Life Day.

But all of those had seemed like simple dreams best to be spoken of in the warm confines of each other’s arms. Because things like that didn’t happen for people like you two.

Until they somehow did. Until somehow everything fell in line and you realized it was no longer a dream, but close enough to touch and grasp if you really wanted it. And hell, you both wanted it so badly. So when Din landed the Crest on a planet with warm air and fresh grass and flowers, he knew you would love it. It was meant to just be another pit stop until Din found an abandoned little house in the middle of this field and suddenly he realized everything he wanted was right in front of him. He could let you and the child settle down. You and him could relax and finally make the family you had discussed. It was sitting there right in front of him, like all the beautiful magical intricacies of the galaxy came together to form this perfect little sanctuary for you both.

Din had been so excited to show you that he quite literally ran to you, dragging you and the child with him in the most chipper mood you had ever seen the man. You had playfully teased him for his childlike behavior until your eyes landed on the small house and your heart melted. The look you have Din was not one you needed to explain because he had the same exact one. No words were spoken, no confirmation of what he wanted that place to be for you. You both knew and all you had to do was grab Din’s hand and walk him into the home for him to instantly decide to retire from his life and spend the rest of his days with you on a planet whose name he could barely remember.

The place had not been in the greatest shape. It was old and had clearly been abandoned for long enough that the place fell into a little disarray. But you and Din had certainly faced much worse so you didn’t allow it to scare you away. Instead Din worked on building furniture and fixing holes in the wall, a big smile on his face the whole time because he was constantly being hit with the realization of ‘this is what normal people do’. You had painted the walls with flowers like you could see outside the windows, filling it with more color than Din had ever seen in his life. And once the home was finally finished, equip with a functioning kitchen and the largest bed you had laid your eyes on, you and Din got married.

You could of traveled into the closest town and maybe found someone to officiate it for you, but that felt so conventional and unnecessary. You didn’t need another person to declare your love for each other and make it official. You had only ever needed each other so you both had as traditional of a Mandalorian wedding as you could, a bit difficult due to it being only you two and the very dapper flower boy that had been Grogu (who had managed to eat all the flowers and not throw a single one). Din wore his armor and you wore a small white dress you had made from a set of curtains but you both swore it was the most beautiful the other one had ever looked.

Shortly after you had gotten married, Din had begun to not-so-subtly, in fact very obviously, started dropping hints about kids. There would be times you were sitting on the couch and Din would look around before saying something like, "This house is a little big for just the three of us, don't you think?" Just the other day, Din had gone into the closest town for some supplies and came back not only with food and stuff you needed, but with a plethora of baby clothes that he all claimed were for Grogu (even though they were all obviously way too small for him).

You knew what Din was doing because it was the clearest thing in the world and you were on board. But watching Din drop the most obvious hints and slowly become more flustered the longer you pretended to be oblivious was hilarious to you. But eventually a dam broke and Din just grabbed you and marched towards the bedroom, very loudly stating that it was time to make some babies ASAP to which you responded with a fit of giggles.

And that led you to where you were now. Stood in the middle of your kitchen in your home, looking out the window where you admired the way the sun illuminated the flowers and trees. A warm cup of caf was clutched between your hands, the wonderful scent filling your nostrils as you held it close to your mouth. The home was silent, the child still asleep in his room and you had left Din to sleep in the bed while you snuck out.

The moment you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and pull you into a broad expanse of warmth, you let out a small content hum. Din's head nuzzled into your neck, his ruffled hair tickling your chin. "Mornin', cyar'ika." Din grumbled, his voice still laced with a type of sleep-drunk tone you adored. His voice in the morning was always your favorite - it seemed to amplify the gruffness and deepness his voice he usually had.

"Morning." you whispered back, feeling your heart flutter when a light kiss was pressed into your neck before he pulled away, grabbing a mug a caf for himself.

You admired his figure, eyes raking up and down in pure adoration. His hair was ruffled and messy from sleep, going in every which way. His eyes were still a little droopy and his whole body still sagged a little. He was wearing a shirt you had given him months ago, one that you were certain he found ridiculously ugly yet he claimed was his favorite because you chose it for him specifically. "Why are you up so early?"

"Wanted to watch the sunrise." you responded, your smile growing as he padded back over to you and planted a kiss on your forehead.

"You look beautiful."

You snorted, giving him a small lopsided smile. "I haven't even brushed my hair yet or washed my face. I am still crusty."

Din smiled, looking down at you with the warm brown eyes you had learned to love. "Well your crust is very sexy."

You threw your head back in laughter that time, shaking your head as he joined in with a slight chuckle. "Din, you are a horrible liar."

"I'm not lying. I love the morning crust. It's cute." he responded back, no hint of sarcasm in his voice but a slight twinkle in his eye.

"Shut up." you huffed, rolling your eyes playfully.

"Y'know, it is actually so sexy that we should probably-"

Din was cut off when the sound of cries began to fill the house, the noise coming straight from Grogu's room. You chuckled when an exasperated expression grew on his face and he placed his cup in your hand. "What were you saying, handsome?"

Din rolled his eyes as your sarcastic remark but you could still see the small quirk on the corner of his lip. "I'll go get him."

"You sure?" you asked.

"Yeah." Din mumbled, heading towards the door to Grogu's room slowly. He turned back to you once last time before opening the door. "Cyar'ika?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

You softly smiled. "I love you too."

Din smiled before opening the door to Grogu's room, slipping inside. Within a couple minutes, the crying died down and was replaced with soft cooing that filled your heart with warmth, accompanied by the sound of Din's soft voice as he spoke to the child. You placed the cups of caf on the counter and then made your way towards the room, thinking how this is exactly what home was supposed to feel like.

[sofreddie]

High School Reunion 2

Summary: Someone at the reunion has a big mouth.

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 2,087

A/N: Inspiration struck out of nowhere and this piece was born. I have a very rough outline for a small series, maybe about 6 parts? We'll see. It's gonna happen randomly, no planned schedule for this one.

PART 1

Y/N bit her lip in excitement and saw a message from Lana. She immediately opened Skype to call her best friend…and thank her.

"Hey you! How was the reunion?" Lana smiled as her face appeared on screen.

"Oh my fucking God I can't believe you!" Y/N screamed, though it was mostly excitement as she blushed profusely.

"So…I take it you had a good night then?" Lana grinned cheekily.

"How could you not tell me you met Jensen Freaking Ackles?! I thought we were friends?" Y/N pouted dramatically as she plopped back on her couch, phone still in hand.

"Do you have any idea how hard it was to keep it from you?" Lana screeched in response, "You remember my last night at the convention, I went to that place for dinner that had the amazing burger?"

"Yeah, I remember. You said you loved the place, that it was a perfect ending to the trip," Y/N remembered, "Now I get why."

"Ok, yeah, so I'm sat at the bar with my burger and a beer and he comes in and sits with a chair between us. I instantly recognized him, but was trying to keep my cool, you know. But he remember me! From the photo op! So we just got to talking and you had just split with Chase and I was so worried about you-"

"Oh Lana, you didn't," Y/N groaned.

"I was just venting about how much I hated that douchebag and what he did to you and what you were going through and how I was so worried about the reunion but thought it could be a good thing for you after Chase-" she rambled on, her words quickly tumbling forth as she pleaded her case to her best friend.

"You're not mad, right?" Lana asked timidly.

"How can I be?" Y/N shouted, "He walked in there all suave and shut down my high school bullies - who were trying to start some shit let me tell you-"

"No!" Lana gasped, "Amanda?"

"And the others," Y/N sighed, "And they were trying to cut in on me and I was gonna run, I'm not gonna lie," Y/N chuckled lightly, "But then he was just there. And she introduced himself as my boyfriend….Oh my god, Lana! What if that gets out?" Y/N sat bolt upright on her couch in a panic.

"Whoa, Y/N, calm down," Lana insisted, "More important than that…he introduced himself as your boyfriend?!"

"Lana!"

"I'm just sayin'-"

Y/N sighed dreamily, "Then we danced. Then he took me for a drive and we parked up at the spot and ate burgers while chatting and watching stars," she sighed again, as if it were a scene from a romantic film she had just watched.

"That sounds like a date," Lana helpfully noted.

"I thought that too!" Y/N squealed, "But that's just the fangirl right? I mean, there's no way."

"How many times I gotta tell you you're a catch, woman?" Lana laughed, "I'm not surprised at all. In fact, I'm taking credit. You're welcome," Y/N groaned once more and Lana chuckled.

"Did I mention we exchanged numbers?" Y/N added with a grin.

"And now I hate you," Lana huffed.

"Yeah, love you too you meddler."

Y/N sighed happily to herself once more as they ended the call. She tossed her phone on the coffee table as she relaxed back into the couch. Her eyes fluttered closed as she replayed the evenings events in her mind.

She had to be dreaming. There was no way this was real, right?

Too tired and content to carry herself off to the bedroom, Y/N laid down on the couch, settling into the plush cushions and dragging the throw from the back of the couch to cover herself, falling asleep quickly and dreaming of shimmering green eyes.

Jensen groaned as he slowly came awake to the incessant ringing and chimes of his phone. He opened his eyes, grabbing for the phone and peeking at the time.

6am.

He and Y/N were out past midnight. After he made it back to the hotel, he had spent the better part of an hour sipping on a beer as he thought over the night he had with her.

He wasn't sure what compelled him to talk to Lana in the bar that night. He could tell she was a nervous fan, and he remembered her from the photo op, just as nervous and shy. But after a beer or two with her dinner, she relaxed and their conversation flowed. It was nice, to be chatting away with someone new, different.

When she went on about her best friend Y/N, Jensen felt something. Apparently the way if affected her friend was severe enough to have Lana in real turmoil over it. Jensen knew what that was like. He'd worried over Jared a time or two just the same.

When Lana gave him a picture, however, his heart skipped a beat. She was beautiful, with a charming smile. But he could see her eyes were sad and guarded.

When he realized the reunion was a few hours drive and a few days ahead of his schedule to be at another convention, he decided to make the stop to see Y/N at the reunion. At the very least he could chalk it up to a memorable fan moment.

Jensen rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he reluctantly sat against the headboard, checking to see why his phone was blowing up.

It took only a quick glance through the various calls and text and emails from various persons all talking about the same thing. Jensen opened the text thread from Jared, scrolling through the messages and clicking on a picture that was include.

It was him and Y/N dancing together at the reunion the night before. She looked as amazing as he remembered. Her smile was bright and genuine, but so was his. Apparently word had spread from the reunion that he and Y/N were together. That's when he remembered introducing himself to those girls as Y/N's boyfriend.

He wasn't so bothered by the turn of events, which surprised him. He had decided the night before that he wanted to ask her out on a date. Their chemistry was too intense to not pursue.

What bothered him was how she'd react. They'd literally just met and had a friendly, albeit great, evening and now she was possibly going to be bombarded with paparazzi and everyone in her business.

So much for that date.

He knew it was early, but he wanted Y/N to hear from him first. He opened the new message thread between them, seeing her text from the night before and smiling once more, before typing out his message.

Hey, Y/N. Hope you slept well. Was hoping to talk to you about something.

He sent the message, noting the time, and figured he'd give it some time. He didn't know her schedule, or anything about her really. With a groan, Jensen hit the green button to return one of Jared's missed calls.

"Dude!" Jared exclaimed as he answered after one ring, "I've been trying to get ahold of you for two hours!"

"Yes, Mom, I'm aware," Jensen said with a yawn.

"Did you see the picture?"

"Yeah."

"And?" Jared pressed for more, "Why aren't you freaking out about this?" Jared scoffed. Since his last major relationship ended, Jensen hadn't been with anyone really. An occasional date here and there for an event. But he hadn't seemed interested in anyone at all, and was quick to shut down any insuinuations to the contrary.

"I guess I should of seen it coming," Jensen shrugged, "I did introduce myself as her boyfriend after all."

"You what?" Jared was shocked, trying to wrap his head around it, "Why would you do that? Is there something you aren't telling me? Have you been dating her for a while? Who is she anyway?"

Jared fired off the questions in rapid succession like an excited puppy.

"I gotta talk to her first," Jensen said, "I'll see you at the convention in a couple days. You can interrogate me then."

"I want all the details."

"Don't you always?"

Jensen ended the call, taking a deep breath. He felt so stupid for what he did. He wasn't sure why he did that other than to shut those girls down. He really hated bullies.

He decided to get dressed and grab a couple of coffees on his way to Y/N's house. A quick look at his social media had told him that picture was blowing up. She was bound to find out sooner rather than later. He had to tell her first.

Y/N slowly roused from her deep sleep on the comfy couch, hearing an incessant rapping coming from her front door. She stretched, reaching for her phone on the coffee table and finding it dead.

She rolled her eyes as she threw off the throw, climbing from the couch and shuffling to the door and she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

She flung open the door, the morning's cresting light just bright enough to assault her eyes. It took her a second to focus, but then she saw Jensen, a small smile on his face and two tall coffees in hand.

"Jensen?" she asked, so very confused and wondering if she was still asleep.

"Hey, uh, I know it's early. But I really needed to see you this morning."

The smile he gave was sweet, but she could tell something was up. Was he worried that maybe she'd go blabbing about their night together? She'd never do that. But she guessed he didn't know that.

"Sure, come in," she smiled warmly, stepping aside and gesturing him into her home. She accepted the coffee as Jensen passed it to her on his way in. She shut the door behind him, taking a whiff of her drink before taking a long gulp, closing her eyes and sighing at the flavor.

"So, what's up?" she asked, shuffling on her feet, "Thanks for the coffee, by the way."

"You're welcome," he smiled, now genuine and inviting and Y/N's heart stuttered slightly at the sight, "I was hoping to talk to you, about last night."

She shook her head, "I won't talk about it with anyone, I promise. Well, other then Lana. I had to call her last night. Yell at her a little," she blushed.

He laughed, nodding his head, "No, I get it. But I wasn't worried about that or anything," he was quick to correct, "Actually, someone else already did."

"Did what?"

"Someone got a picture of us on the dance floor last night and might have said I mentioned I was your boyfriend," he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh," she responded, clearly shocked and not sure what to say.

"I just wanted you to hear it from me first, you know? Before seeing it online or whatever."

"Online-" she echoed, her eyes going wide, "So, you can just post a Tweet or something that it's a mistake."

"Okay, well, to be fair, I did introduce myself as your boyfriend to those other women last night."

"Yeah…why'd you do that again?" Y/N smirked despite herself.

He shrugged, "Seemed like the right thing to do. Shut 'em up didn't it?" he grinned, "Besides," he chanced, stepping closer to her," Feels like we had a date last night."

She blushed hard, ducking her head before meeting his eyes once again, "Yeah, it did."

"And I was hoping you'd like to do it again."

"Really?" she asked. She couldn't help the dreamy look in her eye. She still couldn't believe this was happening.

"Yeah. So if you say yes, then we'd be dating, which is practically boyfriend and girlfriend," he explained casually, "So I think we should just keep doing what we're doing and let it ride. What do you think?"

"I think you might be a little bit crazy," she nervously laughed, "Let's start with a second date," she grinned, seeing him brighten up, "And go from there."

"And the press?" Jensen chanced.

"Let them think what they wanna think," she shrugged.

"You're freakin' perfect," he chuckled, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, even though she still had bedhead. He smiled at the cuteness of it.

"I should go freshen up!" she realized, seeing him look over her disheveled state, "Uh…be right back." she rushed off down the hall and Jensen laughed to himself.

He had a good feeling about this.

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

@fangirlxwritesx67

RPF:

@smoothdogsgirl

JENSEN TAGS:

@akshi8278

@jerkbitchidjitassbutt

@slamminmine

[akakeiiji]

could you do a scenario for tsukishima where the reader is good friends with kuroo and at training camp kuroo tries to set tsukki up with the reader every chance he gets? maybe the reader is a manager at nekoma or karasuno? thank you! (*'▽'*)

I kinda went overboard with this one hehe, I just love Tsukki and Kuroo too much, I couldn’t help it (Also i added a bit of Kuroken bc I have no more self restraint apparently)

-`,✎ A Little Push — Tsukishima Kei

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: None ♥︎ 

✂︎・・・masterlist

Even after years of knowing Kuroo, you still couldn't understand the inner workings of that brain of his. He was still as unpredictable as he was in middle school when you first met him.

You could still remember your first encounter with him. You were a timid first year roaming around the crowded corridors, trying your best to remain as out of the spotlight you could, when this ginormous third year suddenly showed up by your side, shoving a poorly drawn volleyball poster into your face, scaring the living daylights out of you.

Despite the...subpar first impression, Kuroo somehow managed to rope you into becoming the volleyball club's manager. He used a multitude of tactics that ranged from begging to bribery and essentially pestered you into giving in. You’d never tell Kuroo else his ego would inflate astronomically but becoming the team’s manager was one of your best decisions in junior high. You met your best friends that year and you still keep in contact with them even after they all graduated. So it wasn't all too surprising that you continued being a volleyball club manager into your first year of high school.

It was also Kuroo who pushed you into enrolling in Nekoma, he was so insistent on it, constantly sending you pictures and articles about the school. He tells you it's because the volleyball team really needs a manager, which is true to an extent, but you both know it's because he missed having you around.

Ever since you met Kuroo, he basically adopted you, he was akin to an annoying older brother. He'd always follow you around, making sure you ate your meals, teasing you, and most annoyingly, making sure no boys even breathed in your general direction. You supposed it was sweet at first and proved useful at times. You didn't have to bother with the advances of other boys in your year and such, but it started becoming a nuisance when your male classmates wouldn't even dare approach you in case they incurred the wrath of your supposed "boyfriend".

Despite that, Kuroo was still as protective of you as ever, even after he graduated he'd visit you and Kenma from time to time, where he'd make sure no one was trying to steal your heart and break it (in his words, not yours). You knew he had your best interests at heart but he didn’t have to be so incessant. It felt as if he wouldn’t stop until you joined a convent.

So all this considered, it was rather odd when Kuroo began talking about Tsukishima Kei every chance he could when you were around. A sly tone always laced into his words, making it evident that he had something planned, which doesn’t always end well considering that this is Kuroo we’re talking about.

Tsukishima this, Tsukishima that. It was almost as if he was the one with a crush and not you.

Wait.

Did he find out? You thought to yourself in fear after Kuroo mentioned Tsukishima for the fifth time that day. You almost dropped the towels you were holding as you stared wide-eyed at the male.

You didn't expect to find yourself silently crushing on Karasuno's middle blocker, it was really only supposed to be a short-lived infatuation, you barely knew him after all, you shared at most 10 words with him during Karasuno and Nekoma’s practice matches, but you couldn’t help but find yourself drawn to his quiet demeanor and stoic personality. You always find yourself thinking about what kind of person he must be beneath all that.

Regardless, Kuroo could not find out about your crush, no matter how small it may be, you wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Tetsu, why have you been talking about Karasuno's middle blocker so much?" You asked, feigning nonchalance as you filled the empty water bottles for the rest of the team.

"What do you mean?" He asks in a tone that says: oh, I definitely know what you’re talking about.

"You mention him a dozen times a day, and it's getting annoying, you're like a broken record."

Kuroo dramatically places his hand on his chest and puts on a pained expression. “How could you say that to me when I'm just trying to help you?”

"Help me? What do you mean?" You never got an answer to your question though because as Kuroo was about to respond, Yamamoto bursts into the room calling for Kuroo to come back to the gym and the subject was dropped, later forgotten by the two of you after an onslaught of games and exams filled your schedules the following week.

You concluded that Kuroo was probably just messing with you, he always did have an odd sense of humor, so you didn't think much of the situation until the summer training camp.

A loud voice suddenly called out your name from behind you, pulling your attention away from the other managers who you were speaking to. You turned to see Kuroo waltzing over to you, his arm draped over the shoulders of a disgruntled Tsukishima, who he seemed to be forcibly dragging with him.

"Kuroo-san, let–go–"

“You remember Tsukishima, right?" He asks you cheerfully, completely ignoring the blonde's plights. You shot a dark look at Kuroo, just what was he up to?

“Erm, yes. Kuroo, what are you doing—?” Kuroo then interrupts you by pushing Tsukishima towards you. He almost knocks into you, just managing to stop himself from stumbling onto you.

You look up to find yourself only a few inches away from him, you immediately flush as you take a few steps backward, trying your best to calm the rapid beating of your heart.

You failed to notice the tinge of pink rising on the blonde’s features.

“Fun fact: Tsukishima is single!” Kuroo exclaimed, patting the appalled blonde on the back. You two guffawed at him, unable to say anything in response.

You and Tsukishima shared looks of equal shock and confusion.

“Kuroo—” You begin in an angry tone when you find your voice only to find him gone, the room was empty except for you and Tsukishima.

You two stared at each other once again, awkwardly, the silence in the room growing increasingly stifling the longer you two stood there.

You rocked on the ball of your feet as you said “So…”

“So.” Tsukishima repeated, adjusting his glasses.

“Do you have any idea what that was about?” You asked, laughing nervously. Tsukishima simply shook his head in response.

“No clue.”

Over the course of the training camp, Kuroo’s attempts at setting you two up only grew bolder and bolder. You had no idea why he was so unrelenting in his efforts. His most valiant attempt was when he tried locking you and Tsukishima inside a broom cupboard.

In the end, it was a disgruntled Kenma who found you two banging at the door of the cramped room. You had been trapped in there for almost an hour.

You almost strangled Kuroo that day.

Still, he didn’t stop. In fact, he only grew more determined.

You and Tsukishima could only share exasperated looks with one another whenever Kuroo tasks you two with a job only one person could do or whenever he makes comments about how compatible you two are. You two had already grown used to his antics and made a silent agreement to just go along with him.

Surprisingly enough, you had formed an unlikely friendship with the blonde, sure, it did primarily consisted of running away from Kuroo or complaining about him but it was a friendship nonetheless.

During the times when Kuroo made you two run errands around the camp (read: abusing his role as an upperclassman), you two would chat along the way. You were surprised to find Tsukishima more sarcastic and snarky than you originally expected. You always pegged him as the quiet, respectful type like Akaashi perhaps, but he was actually more like a subdued version of Kuroo.

This didn’t bother you though, in fact, it made you even more curious of the blonde.

It irked you how Kuroo was getting exactly what he wanted because you could feel your crush growing stronger as the days went by.

You supposed that maybe you should thank Kuroo.

Without his efforts, albeit absolutely ridiculous ones, you would never have been able to get closer with Tsukishima. You reckoned, you would have never had the guts to actually approach him without seeming like a creep.

But you still felt guilty about the fact that Tsukishima was dragged into all this against his will.

You were dragged out of your thoughts when Kuroo frantically called out your name.

“I need a favor—no, no come back, this is serious!” He added pleadingly as you turned your back to walk away again. “Kenma’s sick.”

“What, why?”

“He ate too much pie earlier,” Kuroo answered dejectedly. You rolled your eyes.

“I told you not to give him the whole pie, you spoil him too much, Tetsurou.”

Kuroo groaned, rubbing his face. “I know, I know, I’m sorry.” It amused you how Kenma had his boyfriend wrapped around his finger, but it was bound to backfire eventually.

“Can you run to the convenience store and get some medicine?” He asked, digging into his pocket for his wallet. He gave you some cash and a list of medicine and sports drinks.

“—he doesn’t like the orange Gatorade so get blue ones if you can—oh, Tsukki, hey!” Kuroo had spotted the blonde as he was walking along the hallway behind you, cutting off his long list of instructions. He shot him an irritated look but approached you two anyways.

“Are you going somewhere?” He asked you, completely ignoring Kuroo, noting how you were putting on your Nekoma High jacket.

You only began briefly explaining everything when Kuroo butt in. “You should go too, Tsukki.”

“No, Kuroo, stop it. It’s fine, it’s getting late anyway, you should just go to bed, Tsukishima—”

“No, Kuroo-san is right, I should go with you. It isn't safe at this hour.” Tsukishima reasoned.

Kuroo momentarily forgot his worry for Kenma and shot you two a sly grin, giving you two knowing looks. When Tsukishima left to grab his jacket, you immediately turned to Kuroo and smacked his arm.

“Tetsurou!” You hissed. He merely grinned as he rubbed his abused bicep. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m not doing anything!—Ow! Okay fine, you maniac.” He yelped as you sent another smack to his arm. “You two just needed a little push.”

“He doesn’t even like me, Tetsurou, just stop it already.”

He blinked incredulously at you, evidently confused. “What do you mean, isn’t it obvious that—”

A familiar voice suddenly called out your name, Tsukishima was waiting for you by the top of the stairs leading down to the first floor. You quickly zip up your jacket and run towards him, waving goodbye to Kuroo.

Kuroo simply shook his head as he watched your retreating figure. “Kids these days.”

“You really didn’t have to come with me you know.” You repeated as you and Tsukishima left the relatively empty 7-11, a plastic bag filled with two sports drinks and medication, in Tsukishima’s hand.

“No, it’s fine. Besides, I wanted to go with you.” Tsukishima stated and your heart fluttered. Did he want to spend time with you? “Hinata and Kageyama were fighting again, I needed to get away from the stupidity in the room.”

Your heart sank just as quickly as your hopes were raised.

Regardless, a comfortable silence fell between the two of you as you walked back to the school, a big change from your first encounter just a few days ago, it’s funny how comfortable you two have gotten in such a short time.

The silence was broken though when Tsukishima suddenly cleared his throat. “I think I have to apologize to you.”

You tilted your head in curiosity. “Oh?”

“I didn’t want to tell you this but—” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “The reason why Kuroo was acting so weirdly was because I asked him about you before during the past training camp.”

It took a few seconds before this registered in your head. Tsukishima avoided eye contact with you, looking at anything except you.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean—ugh, do I have to spell it out to you word by word?” He grumbled, evidently flustered.

Then it clicked.

Your eyes grew wide as you spoke out loud. Stopping midstep as you turned to face Tsukishima. “Do you…like me?”

At these words, Tsukishima grew even redder than before. He averted his gaze as his hand went up to cover his mouth.

“Yeah—maybe.” He croaked out.

You felt your chest swell with elation at these words. You definitely had to thank Kuroo now, and perhaps give him a few punches for not telling you anything. You couldn’t fight the smile from spreading on your face.

“Don’t laugh!” He exclaimed at your reaction, embarrassment making his ears turn red.

“I’m not laughing! I’m just really happy.”

A burst of courage suddenly filled you as you walked up to him, taking the plastic bag from his hands and pulling him down to place a peck on his cheek.

“I like you too, Tsukishima.”

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The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 18/?

Word Count: 2.5k

Author's Note: Y/N - your name, A/N - any name (your best friend's name)

Warnings: Mentions of court, mentions of Jason's injuries, swearing, No beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

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Jason walked out in a few minutes, just in his boxers. She looked at him before letting out a slight laugh at the absurdity of it.

"Don't laugh, you're the one who tore my clothes."

She sighed, "And you're going to have to go home in torn boxers, Bruce is going to kill you."

"God, don't remind me," he said before sitting beside her.

She laughed, "You could just not go home?"

"I wish. But I have a life. You have a life."

"It's unfortunate, isn't it. Can't spend all day with you but you're all I want to do."

"Funny."

"Thank you, I really tried," she thought, "You remember how I seem to have a fascination with vigilantes?"

"Yes, why?"

"I remembered why. So, when I was in high school, graduating year, I had law class. I was bored, so I did law, don't question it," she laughed. "Anyway, in my law class, they split us into groups. Specifically, Pro-Justice-League-Association and Anti-Justice-League-Association."

"Pro and Anti?"

"Yeah, apparently it was relevant? I guess the JLA doesn't use conventional methods to get evidence? Don't care though. Anyway, I was on the side of Pro, obviously."

"Obviously."

"Wait I'm not done! By the end of the class, I had debated every member of the Anti team and converted them. It actually introduced me to the Robin-Forums, which is just smack dab full of conspiracies."

"Robin-Forums?"

"Oh my god? You don't know those? You're all over them. Some people are convinced you're Kid Flash, some are convinced you're Robin, it's crazy."

"That is crazy but seems funny. What about my family?"

"Someone in my class posted "Why Clark Kent is Batman: An Essay" which has like, 20k likes? It's very popular."

"Well, I swear he isn't Batman. He's just very fond of the night."

"That's what I said, but that man is convinced otherwise."

"You would know if any of us were vigilantes. We're not good at hiding secrets."

"I'm sure you have your secrets, I just find it funny people think you have time to be Kid Flash."

"People spend all their time worrying about me, when will it end?"

"Ha! That's fair. Tabloids running your name probably doesn't help the conspiracies."

"I remember one of my ex-friends from high school mentioned me being Kid Flash, I was so confused, I guess it makes sense now. I'm going to have to show everyone that. They'll get a kick out of it."

"I bet they would. I'm waiting for the day I'm on it as someone who's a hero. Hoping they say I'm Wonder Woman or something. I think it would be funny."

"You get Miss Martin because everyone thinks you're too beautiful to be human."

"Aw. That's so corny that I hate it! Well done."

"Thank you. I learned it from Dick."

"Of course you did."

"Where else would I learn it from?"

"If you're genuinely asking, the internet, probably."

"That's fair. That's completely fair. I think Dick learns a lot of his lines from the internet, honestly."

"Oh yeah, there's no way he comes up with everything on his own. No way."

"So, what other dumb stories do you have?"

"Well, I think my sister is either a vigilante or really, really, weird."

"You think your sister is a vigilante?"

"Okay so, she's a businesswoman. No big deal, right? Wrong. She's always out, more often than she has to be, she's always spending nights away from home."

"That doesn't mean anything."

"Okay well Adrianna, Aria, whatever you want to call her, she's being suspicious."

"I'm sure you're looking too far into it."

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The Night Jason Was Stabbed.

Aria clutched the scythe in her life hand. She had failed. She had worn her best dresses that she could hide beneath her capes, she had drugged him, she had stabbed him 6 bloody times, and he had still survived!

She was angry. She walked up to the Red Hood on his time off while he was catching a drink, looking stressed. She didn't care if he accepted her offer to go to her room, she just cared about that moment. The one where she could slip in the crushed-up pills and no one would stop her.

And she had done it. She waited until after he chugged the whole drink to strike. He was stumbling around, like an idiot. She hit his head with the back of her blade, knocking him to the ground where she proceeded to stab him 6 times in his right side.

She kissed his forehead before leaving, which required her to removed her mask a bit, saying "Goodnight, sweet Prince," before running into the darkness.

But the blue one, Nightwing. He got to the Red Hood before he could die. And she was pissed. All that hard work, just for him to not even die.

The scythe was still bloodied from the Red Hood. Her lips were still warm from his forehead. But now, he had possibly seen her face! Her plans were foiled every way when of her goblins came up to her.

"Ma'am, your weapon."

She passed it over without second thought. She wanted it rid of the blood of a living man, she wanted it soaked in the blood of a dead man.

Her plague doctor mask fell a bit as she began to tear up. She had failed. She had never failed at knocking "Heroes" down a peg.

Call it crazy, but she knew the fights between her and the Red Hood were far from over. She even felt as they'd grow closer.

As she looked at the walls covered in the photos of the vigilantes of the world, she knew this was only the first battle. The war was hers. They didn't know what was going to hit them.

But there was an issue. Her sister, Y/N had become close with one of the Waynes. She needed the Waynes to get to the "Heroes" which meant possibly hurting her sister.

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"I hope I'm looking too far into it."

She wasn't.

One night when they were both 17, it was just Aria and Y/N in the house when Y/N was awoken by a loud crash from the downstairs window.

She went to investigate, bat in hand, to find her sister, stumbling over the coffee table. Bleeding out and clutching her side from the blood. Stabbed.

Y/N took no hesitation to take care of Aria. Stitching her up like they had as kids when Y/N would sitch up Aria after shut cut herself on skates, or if Y/N ran straight into a car.

Those images still dance in Y/N's mind to this day. Something was up with the way that her sister had a mask, a long bird-Esque plague doctor mask. A cloak. Knives. Guns. A scythe.

The best outcome would be her sister was attacked while LARPing in the park. The worst? She was a villain. Midway? A hero of the night, a vigilante. Anything was better than a villain.

If only she knew the pain Aria had caused her until this point. The fact that Aria was the one who drugged and tried to kill Jason. The pieces of the story were unravelling in front of everyone's eyes, they just needed to connect them properly.

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Aria had a plan. Kidnap her sister and her lover's family. Get ransom. Get them hurting. Locate the "Heroes". The only issue was that Y/N would recognise the cloak, the mask. She knew the get-up.

Aria was not about to redesign her entire outfit for the sake of not alerting her sister. She figured it would be unlikely that Y/N would focus on the cloak when she's being used for ransom money.

Or at least she hoped. She wasn't certain her plan would even work. Breaking into the Wayne Manor, after one of the kids had been stabbed, in a mugging was going to be difficult.

They had employed security, something that was never common at the Wayne Manor before this moment. She was upset. If only her sister had met the Waynes before the stabbing.

Then she thought.

Red Hood is a Wayne?

It made sense, sure. They got stabbed at the same time. But was it reasonable? She didn't know. Why would an 18-20-year-old be a vigilante? He couldn't even legally drink?

She thought it didn't make sense. That the Red Hood was never, could never be the Wayne kid. But if he was, what could that mean?

She was certain he wasn't. But the thoughts swirled in her mind as if beckoning her to come to the conclusion.

She was crazy, she knew that. She was obviously crazy, she became the villain, the opposite of her twin in every way. She was insane. Arkham would like her. But there was something about the Red Hood being a Wayne that kept coming back to her. Haunting her like the night she was stabbed by Green Arrow back in Metropolis.

She was on their radar. They knew her. They would come to get the Waynes.

She knew the Justice League Association knew of her. But the people didn't. This stunt would make the people know of her.

The name Hour will ring through the streets of Gotham. The streets of Metropolis. Smallville. Anywhere she could get her hands on. She would begin her reign of terror.

No one could stop her now.

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Jason had left after Bruce had called him. She assumed he needed to work or one of his siblings did a dumbass move. It was upsetting that they couldn't spend every moment together, but she knew that it was par for the course with Jason.

She was bored. She didn't have a job, her parents paid her bills if she focused on school. But she wasn't something to do, a reason to be having down days. She knew school gave her this, but it wasn't like it was every damn day.

A job would be every damn day. Hopefully. A reason to do so much in her life.

She figured she could work at Wayne Enterprises. But she didn't want to be that girl. The one who's fucking the CEO and is subsequently untouchable. You can't befriend her and talk sit, she'll tattle.

She wanted to be a normal working person. A colleague, not a boss.

Wayne Enterprises was a last resort for her. If she couldn't get hired anywhere else, she'd go apply thee. You don't fuck company property, she thought.

But she also thought fucking Wanye Enterprises "Property" was fun. and no one was really going to stop her, not even Bruce. Even though Bruce tried to lecture her and Jason, there was only so much he'd do. Barbara and Dick both worked at Wayne Enterprises and hadn't been reprimanded for that.

And obviously, they were having sex. They had been together for a while, Jason said.

Which, obviously they were having sex if they were together for that long.

She scrolled a little while for jobs, marking down a few she'd look further into. Not really anything exciting, she was still young, 1st year in college, a freshman. Not many prestigious places would hire someone her age. Especially while they're still in school.

There were only unpaid intern jobs in her field. And she wasn't about to fuck with not getting paid, even if it was her line of schooling. She didn't think it was worth it to put all of your efforts into a job that you weren't getting paid for.

A lot of kids thought her way, including her sister. Both of them grew up thinking that getting paid for work was necessary, her parents had always told them that. Even if her parents had strict religious views, they would still back her up if someone wasn't paying her, even if they fell out.

She thought if Bruce felt the same, that kids should be paid for what they do. He figured he did since he employed all of his kids once they were old enough to work at Wayne Enterprises.

She noticed Lexcorp, who had recently put up a building in Gotham, was hiring. She thought it would be funny if she went to work for her boyfriend's dad's competitor. She was tempted.

Worst comes to worst, she'd be a Lexcorp employee.

She, of course, would have to dress up for these interviews, and she had the clothes to do so, but she didn't, per se, want to wear them.

She also didn't want to go outside when trials were still raging. So, she figured she'd call Christopher's parents about getting him a lawyer and then scroll the pages for shopping. His parents finally had the time to deal with their son, because Christopher didn't want to interrupt his parents with him being an idiot.

She dialled.

"Hello?" his mom asked.

"Hey, Laura. It's Y/N."

"Y/N! Sweetheart, we've been wondering about you ever since, you know."

"Yeah, yeah. We can talk about it later I swear. So, I already told you about what Christopher did, right?"

"You did."

"He needs a lawyer, the man is pressing charges."

"Well, that's stupid. He has no right."

"Apparently he does."

"We'll get Christopher a lawyer. But how are you, darling?"

"I'm okay. Could be a hell of a lot better. I have faith in the court system."

"We're all worried about you, kiddo. You've wrapped yourself up in a lot of a mess recently."

"I know. It's weird. But I swear I'm strong enough to pull through, you've known me for what, 13 years? Give or take? I know how to handle myself."

"That doesn't mean we can't worry."

"I know, new city, new people. I swear behind the scandals I'm in that I actually have friends."

"I assume we'll meet this Jason eventually?"

"Eventually. We need to find the time between court dates, work. Adulting."

"You don't have a job?"

"Jason does. And I'm thinking about getting one to pass the time."

"Working to pass the time is a new thing, fascinating, you kids are."

"Nothing can make sense of all these things I've done, I know."

"Those sound like song lyrics."

"Sometimes songs are the best way to get all your thoughts compiled into one place, you know. I starred as Katherine Howard, Laura. I know how to convey emotion through art."

"I know. That's still one of the performances Metropolis holds on to, you know."

"I wish they didn't. But it is what it is."

"It's a good performance, kiddo."

She laughed, "Anyway. You get onto that lawyer. Christopher needs it right now."

"I will. Be safe. We love you."

"I love you lot."

Click. She thought about Christopher, and the bullshit he went through to save her.

She brushed the thoughts off and pulled out her journal. Scribbling down her sister's bird mask. She couldn't get that off of her mind. She could have sworn her sister made the thing out of actual bone.

It was like she threw a steampunk aesthetic into a plague doctor. She was certain there was more to it that she didn't know.

Literally Aria LMFAO

[liquid-luck-00]

Connections 8

Chapter 8

this is based on @thepeacetea daminette soulmate au

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Dinner went as normally as it could, but that only means that Grayson and Todd were arguing about something or other. Damian was quiet and sent Stone glares from across the table.

First, she leaves me underground and then I find out she knows our secret. She is a loose end that needs to be dealt with.

Alfred was binging out a plate of macaroons when Todd seemed tired of speaking with Grayson.

Stone took a couple of cookies and was going to leave when Todd changed targets.

"What was that about after school?" he asked "Demon Spawn, Pixie either of you want to explain."

Damian moved to grab his katana from under the table, he didn't need to hide it since she knew of their nightly activities, but she moved quickly.

She was now between the two of us, shoving a cookie into both of our mouths.

"I really don't know what you want to hear Jay, but we had a study hall at the end of the day. Damian went to the library and must not have heard the bell" she answered.

Damian grumbled shooting daggers at her, but she held her ground as he left. He doesn't know why but he decided to listen at the door.

"Honestly, Mari what happened today?" he heard Todd, ask in a soft concerned voice he had never heard before. "Damian isn't the" he doesn't know what was going to be said because Stone cut him off.

"That is what happened whether you believe it or not. And I will not be told how to think of anyone, including Damian, without giving them a chance." she stormed out, while he ducked into the nearest door.

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I went up to my room and was about to turn in there was a knock at the door.

"Hey Damian, is there something you need?"

"How much do you know about me?" that was not what I was expecting him to say. So, I motioned for him to come in. I sat on my bed and he sat at the desk.

"Obviously, your Robin, you are Bruce's only biological child, and your brothers call you Demon spawn."

"Anything else."

"Just what I've observed at school. Oh, and your murder attempts on Jay and Tim and your fight with Dick.

"They haven't said anything else"

"They've tried" he stayed silent as if telling me to continue. "I dunno they try to tell me, but I don't think that is fair to you."

"What is that to mean" he snapped at me. "You gather information, if it is being given to you, you take it. It does not matter if it is gained fairly or not." he seemed to scold me.

"Wow"

"Wow, what Stone" he barked.

"I think that is the most I've heard you speak in one go" he only blinked at me, that was the only indication I got that I took him by surprise. "let me guess. You think I am naive for wanting to get to know someone myself."

"Tt. yes"

"Fine you can play it sensible, the king of conventional but I don't have to.” I flopped backwards laying on the bed.

"Say that again" now I sat up when I heard the confusion in his voice.

"I don't have to"

"before that"

"King of conventional"

"I've heard that before.” That was when a memory surfaced.

"I can cut you free. Out of the drudgery and the walls you keep in. So, trade that typical for something colorful. And if it's crazy, live a little crazy, you can play it sensible, a king of conventional."

"You" he shouted accusingly jumping up.

"Me” I smirked, having finally recognized this Damian as the Damian I met in Paris years ago.

"How long have you known?"

"I just figured it out actually"

"Figures that the aggravating girl from Paris would be you."

"Ya well you are still the intrusive kid who doesn't seem to know how to have fun."

By now we were yelling at each other.

"Did you know?" he asked glaring at me.

"know what?" she retorted with a huff.

"That I am or rather was an assassin then" he yelled.

"I'm sorry what?" my voice was softer and the only thing I seemed to be able to do is blink at him.

His reaction was much like my own, but shock was clearly in his eyes.

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"You didn't know” I whispered more to myself than to her. I don't know why I told him she

didn't need to know so why?

She took a few steps to close the gap between us and just enveloped me in a hug. We didn't say

anything to one another, Damian silently cried into her shoulder hugging her tighter. Why am I crying. I should not be letting my emotions control my actions, But I feel safe. Why does she make me feel safe?

We stayed like that until I spoke again,

well it was more of a whisper into her hair. "Why aren't you running away from me?"

"Do you want me to?" she asked just as quietly. I shook my head holding her tighter. "stay, please"

she hugged me tighter "You're stuck with me Wayne"

I chuckled at that, genuinely amused, as we stepped apart "And you with me Marinette"

"Good" she then grabbed my hand and dragged

me to the living room.

"What are you doing?"

"We" she pointed between the two of us "are going to watch movies until we fall asleep" she stated as if it was the most obvious thing "You choose the movie and I'll go grab some blankets"

"Anything you want to see?” I asked before she left.

"I dunno" she shrugged "something with magic" she came back soon with a pile of blankets and a bowl of popcorn. They ended up watching the first three Harry Potter movies before falling asleep.

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That was how everyone found them coming up from the cave. Asleep next to one another wrapped in blankets.

Three things occurred that shocked everyone the next day.

1. Damian smiled. Marinette the sun child she is get him to smile. He smiled and it was as if he was actually a kid it was just as bright and infectious as one of Mari's smiles. However once Dick took a picture his scowl was back.

2. They argued, civilly no yelling no swords, well it was more of a discussion of which house they belonged in. It was the longest argument that Damian was part of that didn't end with him with a katana in his hand, and that was almost frightening. It was settled that Damian was in Slytherin and Mari was in Gryffindor only after they took the Pottermore quiz.

3. Still more shocking was whenever Damian spoke of or with Mari it was Marinette not Stone. Damian had been with them for months, but he only referred to them as Father, Grayson, Todd, Drake, and Pennyworth. But in comes Mari and she is called by her first name before any of them.

So as a family of detectives they tried to figure out what changed with their youngest member. Because he only seemed to let down his guard around Mari. They couldn't understand it, it was an enigma with no true answer. Hell, they even found them sparring with Damian correcting and teaching her to sword fight. In turn she taught him gymnastics for when he is grappling through the city.

Two weeks passed quickly, and they were saying goodbye to Mari, but they still hadn't figured out the change.

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[derailedfiction]

The Most Wanted | Baron Zemo | The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Pairings: Helmut Zemo x Fem!Reader | Sam Wilson & Fem!Reader |  James Barnes & Fem!Reader

Word count: 6764

Warnigns: smut, a bit of swearing

Summary: After John Walker's outburst, Reader.and the boys ™️ follow a promising lead of a certain doctor.

A/N: IT’S FINALLY HERE :D enjoy <3 

tag list: @sea-murai you’re my smut queen 

What a mess, you thought replaying in your head over, and over again how the poor man was decapitated. You returned to the empty apartment and made yourself a drink, which you drank at the spot and immediately you refilled empty glass. You looked at the amber liquid pensive. It was not the first time you saw somebody getting killed but the brutality of the act itself and the direct publicity it had from the very start, made you feel sick.

With heavy sight, you sat down on the sofa and closed your eyes. It was not the only haunting thought that was in your mind. The kiss. You suspected he did it to play with you, but you could not stop feeling his lips upon yours. How gentle and soft they were and Zemo’s gloved hand lightly caressing your chin as you succumbed to his actions.

What a nonsense, you thought and took away your own fingers that tried to trace his touch on your lips. But it was a pleasant nonsense, and you did not really want to let it go.

“Still here?” you heard Sam as he walked in. “Your great prize just escaped; you’re not following him?”

“Kein Problem, Sam. Ich verfolge ihm, [Not a problem, Sam. I’m tracking him,]” you answered him opening your eyes.

They both looked like they have been through hell. Weary, bruised up with some cuts on faces, but somehow victorious as you spotted the shield in Sam’s hands, still wearing some marks of blood on its surface.

“We must think what to do with Walker, he clearly snapped,” Bucky said as he was taking off his gear. “It’s hard to deal with what he’s done to the shield.”

That sounded way more accusatory than it supposed to be, and you saw Sam slightly tensing his jawline, listening to Bucky. It was something that you were used to, as James would from time to time throw such punchlines toward Sam, and how he has treated the shield.

You got up and went for the first aid kit, which still was in bathroom after Zemo helped you with taking out the bullet. You heard them heatedly arguing back in the room, so you grabbed the kit and went back.

“Sitz [Sit,]” you ordered James showing him the chair, and surprisingly he obliged. You then took a swab with sanitizer and tried to clean his face cuts, but he retreated catching your hand. “Komm jetzt, es wird nur für einen Moment kneifen [Come now, it’ll pinch only for a moment,]“

He let your hand go, rather unconvinced and allowed you to continue with the procedure.

“Sie mussen ihm neutraliziren. [You have to neutralize him.]” you referred to what they were arguing about, whilst cleaning James’ nose cut. “Er kann nicht ein Super-Soldat sein. Das ist zu gefährlich. [He can’t be a super soldier. It’s too dangerous.]”

“Well, that’s out of the question,” James answered with sigh.

“Yeah, but how do you want to take down a bloody murderer? It’s not like we can burst into his house and handcuff him, man,” Sam stood looking at the two of you, with crossed arms. “He’s a straight up killer, a super killer. He won’t go easy, especially as something broke in him.”

“I have told you something was not alright about him,” with nod you agreed to what Bucky has said.

“Warum hat er diesen Mann getötet? Was ist passiert? [Why did he kill that man? What has happened?]” you asked.

“Lemar, his partner died in action. It was actually Karli that pushed him into the wall, but Walker set his mind on that man,” you stood silent for a longer while, thinking intensively about something. In the meantime you let James to go, as you finished with cleaning of his cuts and invited Sam to take his place.

“Ich kenne eine Frau, sie ist eine Wissenschaftlerin und sie hatte an dem Super-Soldat Serum und einer Art Gegenmittel gearbeitet. [I know a woman. She’s a scientist and she worked on the super soldier serum and some kind of antidote.]”

“Really? – Nicht bewegen, [Don’t move,]” Sam looked at you as Bucky explained him what you have said. You found it utterly irritating and hard to tend his head cut as he moved all the time.

“Nun, ich kenne sie nicht persönlich, aber ich weiß, dass es diesen Wissenschaftler gibt, der versucht, die Wirkung des Serums umzukehren. [Well, I don't know her personally, but I do know that there is this scientist who is trying to reverse the effects of the serum,]” you took your time washing the wounds and bruised lip.

Only when you finished, you cleaned up and put the rest of the things back into the first aid kit. Then you took out your laptop and started looking for some useful information.

“Don’t you think is worth a shot?” Bucky asked Sam, who wasn’t that convinced to your idea. He didn’t trust you and you could not blame him for that. Especially, as you let Zemo escape their custody.

“Do we have other option? We should try this, it’ll be easier to do something with him, when he’s not a super soldier,” you felt Sam’s glances as he has spoken with James. “But still, I don’t trust her that much to do as she proposes.”

“For a bit we’re stuck with her,” they both stopped talking to look at you, working on the computer. You paused and looked back at them.

“Was? [What?]” you tilted your head and returned to your work.

“Anyway, we try to find this scientist and then we go back to States. I’m done with Europe for a while.”

“Mags du die offiziele Treffen? [Do you like official meetings?]”, you closed laptop and approached men. “[I know you have enough of Europe, but we’ll be here for a bit longer. In two days, there’s an annual meeting of scientist. What very little people know that it is also an annual convention of all sorts of medical freaks.]”

“Where is it?”

“Come sta il tuo gentiluomo italiano? Andiamo a Venezia. [How is your Italian? We are going to Venice],” you asked them with disarming smile as you saw confusion on their faces.

“How many languages do you know, woman?” Sam was highly shocked considering your ability to change languages so easily.

“A lot,” you smiled cheekily answering him in the purest English, much to his dismay.

***

“Do we have to go through the plan again?” you growled under your nose, hesitantly getting up from the bed you sat on.

You arrived in Venice in the early morning, when the whole city was still asleep. The three of you took that opportunity to do a short reconnaissance in front of the opera where later that day, the event was to be held. A square in front of it was rather small but provided enough space to set an observation station. You really hoped for a moment free to go and visit a bit more of the city you haven’t seen for a long time. Unfortunately, during the day you were seated in the nearby café as Sam and James went inside.

“Bucky and I go inside, and we try to find this doctor of yours. You Y/N, will be a watch-out in the nearby,” James looked at you for a moment, thinking about something.

“Can you tell me again, why you can’t go inside with us?”

“Wie ich Ihnen bereits sagte, wünschen mir einige Leute dort den Tod, [As I told you, some of the people there wish me dead,]“ you shook your head lightly. “So, denke ich, das ist keine gute Idee für mich in zu gehen. Jeder würde wissen, dass etwas lost ist. [So, I think it’s not a good idea for me to go in. Everybody would know something is going on.]”

James was visibly tormented by the idea of you doing things on your own.

“Es ist in Ordnung, ich verstehe dich und dass du mir nicht vertraust, James. [That’s alright, I understand you and that you don’t trust me, James,]” you gently put your hand on his arm. “Aber wir haben keine anderen Lösungen [But we don’t have any other options,]“ he sighed as he knew there was no other idea and that was your best shot so far.

“Right, but how do we get in there? We don’t even have clothes or anything?”

You smiled broadly as you were waiting for this question. You went to the phone and dialed a number, “Sie werden hinreißend aussehen, [You’ll look ravishing,]” you winked at them and started talking on the phone.

Within an hour, you were gaily sitting in a comfortable chair, slowly drinking your second mimosa and simply enjoying the view. Sam and James were trying on their tuxedos for the evening, which was truly captivating activity as you could look at two well-built men in smart clothes.

“Is it me or Y/N enjoys this a bit too much?” Sam turned around to see himself in the mirror.

“Ja, ich genieße die Aussicht, [Yes, I do enjoy the view,]” you smiled and raised your glass to toast and finished off the drink, which was immediately refilled.

Bucky stood silently in his dark-blue velvet jacket and you could have sworn he was mumbling something about you acting like Zemo.

“Komm schon Jungs, du muss anständig aussehen, um in die Oper zu gehen, [Come on boys, you have to look decent to go to the opera,]” the tailor took the last measurements from Sam and invited Bucky to stand on a low step.

“Ah, James, du siehst absolut schneidig aus [James, you look absolutely dashing],” you complimented the man as the dark shade of blue looked absolutely mesmerizing on him. “Du auch siehst absolut schneidig aus, Sam,” what was more to say, you simply took pleasure in both, observing them in those fancy clothes and how miserable they were at the same time.

“Aren’t you getting ready?” Sam asked, looking at himself in the mirror one more time. You sensed that he actually liked being dressed like this.

“Ja, aber ich bin schon bereit, schau. [Yes, but I’m already ready, look,]” with your free hand you pointed to a hanger with long, evening dress in your favourite colour, next to which stood high-heels.

As you finished your last drink, you got up from the armchair and spoke to the tailor, who informed you that there, is need only for small changes and outfits would be ready within two hours. You smiled to him and left the room with the dress and shoes to get ready.

It was not your first time to be a watch out but what concerned you the most about this evening, was the fact that you still had the Powerbroker’s men after you. The odds were rather unlikely for them to come but they were not zero. Then again, you did not really owe anything to James or Bucky, to stay and to help them here or to go after Walker and neutralize his super soldier abilities.

You looked at your reflection in a mirror, carefully observing how the fabric of the dress draped over your body. The sleeves were of right length to nicely cover the bandage on your arm. It was a simple, evening dress as many others, but it had something in it that made you checking-out yourself for a longer moment. Was it the cleavage, not revealing yet complementing your breasts? Or maybe a nicely cut waist, hugging your body well-fitted? You did not really know, and it did not bother you. The effect was stunning, and you loved it. It was a perfect camouflage for your position. Being in that dress allowed you to look as one of the guests, who casually went outside to smoke and was about to go back. The only thing that didn’t go well with this outfit was your purple black eye from the other day, but what make-up cannot solve?

It took you a bit longer than you wished but you managed to cover the bruised area with an evening look. As you finished the last touches of your gala outfit you took out two boxes with the equipment you got from a friendly smuggler you knew from the past.

“So, I brought some good stuff,” you said as you returned to the boys and put first small box on the table.

“She speaks,” escaped from Sam’s mouth. And it was not the only sense that was shocked as his eyes were wandering on your figure, as much as James’s. “You look really nice.”

“Yes, I do,” you replied in such way on purpose, so he had to think about it. You opened the box revealing small earplugs. “We’ll communicate through them. It’s so small nobody will notice it,” you handed one for each of them and put one in your ear.

“Why now?” Sam was still inquiring about your magical ability to speak English, all of sudden.

“I thought it would be easier if both of you would understand me, not just James,” you answered him. “And honestly, gentleman you should consider wearing suits more often… They really suit you.” Sam was visibly flattered by your compliment, while James mumbled something again. “Do you want to go over the plan again?”

“I think we’re good. You’re observing, we’re inside looking for your doctor. We get needed information and head out,” Sam summed up shortly, as you took out invitation. “Only one?”

“Yeah, you’re going as a pair. Settle between who is who’s one plus,” you handed him the piece of paper with grin. “You’ll do just fine.”

“I preferred when you spoke German at least I didn’t understand you,” he sighed heavily. You lightly shrugged your arms and turned on a little screen, which was showing halls of the opera house from different angles. You wrinkled your nose lightly observing one of the video.

“What?” you heard Bucky over your shoulder, standing behind.

“Nothing, I just spotted a bar I want to invade before we begin,” you answered him and turned off the device.

“How professional,” Sam snorted.

“Come now, darling,” you smiled blissfully and grabbing their arms as you were leaving the apartment. “What can go wrong?”

***

As you soon found out quite a lot of things could have gone wrong, starting with your high-heels and Venetian pavement that was not co-operating with them to finish with a bottle of not-so-cold champagne you have hoped for.

“How is it going?” you asked through the earplug, observing incoming wave of smart-clothed people.

“So far, so good,” you heard Sam and you saw him with a drink in a hand, “How does our target will look like?”

“Tall, blonde, she’ll be probably with a cane. She had some sorts of accident and can’t walk without it,” you replied smiling to the passing by couple, “She should be easy to spot. Please, don’t scare her.” Sam let a short laugh.

“Well then, let’s get to it,” James was rather tensed, observing guests coming in.

“You should go and take your seats, the play is about to start.”

“What?” they asked simultaneously.

“Oh, I didn’t mention that?” you smiled to yourself, seeing their distressed faces in camera, “As a treat for guests, you’ll be able to see one of the finest version of Don Jovanni. Enjoy gentlemen –”

And you lost sound at that moment, you could have seen they were saying something to you but it was just lost.

“Hello? Can you hear me?”

What a piece of shit, you thought taking out the comm and gently hitting it in order to work.

“Hello?”

“Problems in paradise?” a familiar voice, you thought you won’t hear for a time, asked as you turned around to see Zemo standing in the shadows like a common creep.

“As far as I’m concerned, we’re doing perfectly well,” you said, observing the entrance. Quite a lot of people were still going in, even though the opera has already started. “I’m surprised to see you here, to be honest.”

“I got a little bit bored, and I decided to come back,” Zemo said, walking up to you slowly.

“Don’t tell me you missed Sam or James’s company?” you scoffed him with a smile just in the corner of your lips.

“I missed your company Y/N, if I may speak freely,” you raised your eyebrow at his words. Zemo stopped next to you and observed the façade of the opera house. “It’s quite a crowd, isn’t it?”

“I suppose it is. I never liked those official meetings, really. The only one good thing about such parties is this,” you showed him a bottle of champagne you took earlier from the opera’s kitchen. “Want some? But I warn you, I don’t have any fancy glasses, so we have to drink straight from the bottle,” you drank from it and passed the alcohol to Zemo, which he gladly accepted.

“Are our mutual friend inside?” you nodded. “How did you make them go inside?”

“It wasn’t that hard, really,” he was standing with such close proximity, you had no problem with smelling his cologne nor with feeling his warmth. “Is it your doings that our communication is jammed?”

Zemo smiled innocently and pretended to turn the key against his mouth, “I know nothing of such thing, Y/N. But then again, we wouldn’t have had this opportunity to talk freely.”

“And you came, God knows from where, just to talk with me?” he opened his arms and shrugged them.

“Night is still young, and you don’t have to stand here waiting for them to return. They’re big boys,” he took the liberty to caress your neck skin as he spoke, giving you shivers along the spine.

“What we do here is important, Zemo,” you slowly turned your gaze upon him. “Honestly, I don’t really want to see any more dead bodies caused by this man.” You lazily leaned towards him, occasionally glancing at his lips. So, tempting to try them one more time.

“I can see that, Y/N,” Zemo answered in low whisper, still caressing your neck.

You moved even closer to the man and just inches before his mouth, you paused and said, “Give me back champagne.”

You saw how his face shifted as he gave you a short smirk along the bottle, from which you took another sip.

“So, hypothetically, where would you want to go, Zemo?” you asked, enjoying the sensation of his gloved hand against your skin.

“Hypothetically, there is a little hotel, not that far from here where, hypothetically, I have an apartment – Of course, you have – where we can go and talk,” you rose your eyebrow as he took his hand away and took of his signature coat to put it around your shoulders. “It’s rather chilly.”

“What a chivalry of yours, Zemo,” you stated, even though you accepted it with quite a pleasure, “Shall we go?” As for a true gentleman, hidden under a mask of a terrorist, he offered you his arm, which you gladly took.

The two of you went for a relatively short stroll, which raised questions you wanted to ask, how on earth he found out about this event and that you will be there, but you just let it go.

You shook your head for his proposition of a drink as you reached the apartment, you felt a little bit light-headed after the champagne and wanted to make a pause. You nonchalantly slipped the coat on an armchair and sat down on a small sofa.

“Well, you can now tell me why are you back? I mean, you had a clear way of escaping and be free as wind,” you pressed your lips tight, and you crossed your arms, waiting for him to answer you. He poured you two drinks and handed one to you even though you didn’t want any.

Just as soon as he sat down, he started, “It might sound strange, but I wanted to spend some time with a person who will not try to kill me.” You smiled to your whiskey and sipped a little of it, “And as much as I enjoyed co-operating with Sam and James, it was tiring after a while to look over your shoulder.”

You raised your eyebrow in amusement. It was the very Baron Zemo who just said, he must have looked if there was anyone wanting to stab him. You found that hilarious and couldn’t prevent a silent laugh.

“I must say, Zemo, that sounds rather funny, being said by you.”

“Why? Because I know my way out of any situation, even if it demands some stabbing?” he looked at you, gently smiling.

“Precisely,” you narrowed your eyes, observing him. In this dim light and with that smile on his lips he seemed to be quite relaxed and peaceful. A rare view for anyone watching. “You know what, I missed our little talks like that.”

“I’ll drink to that, Y/N.”

You observed him for a moment, urging to ask a burning question that you carried since the beginning of your reunion, “How do you feel?”

He stopped drinking and looked at you surprised, “Ravishing, what do you mean?”

“You perfectly know, what do I mean, Baron,” you slowly took another sip of the drink, “You know, you were severely depressed in the jail, so obviously I’m a little bit concerned how do you feel now. You wanted to kill yourself, Zemo. It doesn’t happen just like that,” you snapped your fingers, looking expectantly at him.

“If that will ease your mind upon this matter, I went through the therapy during my incarnation,” he looked at the peaceful night through the window. “ – and it helped for a certain extend.”

“I’m glad to hear it, Zemo. I really am,” you smiled lightly and finished your drink. “You want a refill?” You stood up from your armchair and took his glass, as you headed for the bar. “Same or you want to change for something else?”

“The usual,” you snorted and poured him whiskey.

“So,” you started, handing Zemo his glass back, “shall we speak about something a bit more cheerful?”

As the two of you engaged into conversation, the time passed by unnoticed. You must have admitted that Zemo was a delightful chat partner as he could talk about literary everything starting from political matters and literature to what knife would be the best for a hand-to-hand combat. It was that kind of dispute which was challenging you and yet allowed you to carry it on effortlessly.

Your engagement in conversation with Zemo, reminded you how the two of you had similar talks when he was in German prison. You were quite proud of yourself when you successfully infiltrated that prison posing as a trauma counsellor. There was no real therapy, but it allowed you to plan and implement the escape. Though, now you could see much more emotions and freedom in his talking and way of acting. You found it enjoyable to observe him a bit more alive than he used to be.

At one moment you were standing and slowly dancing to the music played from a gramophone and it was quite blurry for you to recall who came up with this idea. But it was pleasurable when you felt his arm gently resting around your waist as the other supported your hand, even though both of you had some percentages in blood. You were slowly rocking across the room, trying to avoid sneaky furniture that would appear out of nowhere, to your disapproval.

“Maybe it’s best if we sit for now, we’re not the best dancers after this amount of alcohol,” you led Zemo by his hand to the sofa, on which you sat down.

“You look lovely in this dress, Y/N.”

“I know, thank you,” you gave him a cheeky smile, much to his amusement.

“You know what…”

“Are you going to tell me it would look better on the floor?” you interrupted, and Zemo chuckled in response.

“Only if you want to, Y/N,” you shifted on the sofa to move a bit closer towards him.

“What do you want, then?”

“You,” this simple response made you astonished, uncertain what to say.

“Is this drunken you speaking, or real you?” your fingers started slowly caressing the back of his hand, in anticipation of Zemo’s answer.

“What would you like me to be?” you lightly shook your head.

“Does it really matter?” you asked, not really knowing whether you were asking yourself or Zemo. Before he could answer you in any way, you placed a short, uncertain kiss on the man’s lips, which was followed by much longer and needy one. You wanted to retreat after this, to think about it but Zemo’s hand in your hair prevented it sufficiently and pulled you back for another kiss, heated and passionate.

You felt the zip of your dress going down and as you leaned in the kiss, the material slide off revealing your shoulders. You pushed him gently on the sofa seat and comfortably nested yourself on Zemo. Your fingers were tenderly stroking his hair as your kiss became deeper and sweeter with each passing second.

His lips slipped from yours to your jawline and neck leaving trail of messy kisses, each of it awarded by your soft moan. You felt as if you were melting under every single touch, stroke or nip left on your skin.

“Would you like to go somewhere more comfortable?” he asked into your neck, kissing it possessively.

“After you, Helmut,” you placed another peck in the corner of his lips and sat up.

Baron swiftly got up and offered his hand to lead you to the bedroom, where he took his time stripping you out of the dress, along saying how much he admired you and your body. As your apparel hit the floor, it revealed you were wearing no lingerie.

“Y/N,” Zemo chucked huskily, grabbing you by your waist and turning around to see you, “You’re full of surprises, my dear.”

You rested your forearms on his chest observing how his eyes brightened. Your fingers played with the collar of the man’s shirt before leaning in for another kiss, which he tenderly gave you.

“Why am I the only one undressed?” you softly purred, revelling in his gentle strokes. You moved your hands to ably undo his belt and shoulder holster, which were now laying on the floor.

“Is it my fault you weren’t wearing any underwear?”

“Is it my fault you were so eager to undress me?” you replied with another question, working on his clothes. Zemo chuckled allowing you to do further undressing of him. “You know what…” you paused your doings and took your hands away, looking at him slyly, “You’re a big boy, do it yourself.”

You walked away from him with a cheeky smile and sat down on a bed, resting on your palms with crossed legs. Zemo tilted his head letting a quiet sigh of disbelief as he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, still maintaining eye contact with you. Oddly, you found it quite erogenous, and your breath quicken a bit watching him stripping the rest of clothes.

“Like what you see?”

“Come to me,” you softly lured, feeling deprived of his touch and affection for too long. You climbed higher on the bed making room for Zemo, who was over you within seconds.

“So needy,” he chuckled darkly, leaving lazily trail of kisses starting on your collar just to end right next to your ear. His hand was exploring your hip, gently clenching fingers into your sensitive skin, enjoying each of your soft moans. “So impatient – and so welcoming.”

You deeply inhaled feeling his fingers inside you, already dripping wet.

“Y/N…”  Zemo caught each of your whines with his lips slowly fingering you, “You’re such a beautiful mess.” You laughed in his mouth which quickly turned into loud groan of pleasure as heat inside you was more and more mounting.

“Zemo, I want you,” you said quietly and whimpered as he took his fingers away from you.

“Good Lord, Y/N. You even taste as good as you look,” he smiled devilishly, licking off your juices and suspended any actions, glancing at you somehow distressed.

“What is it?” you looked up, searching for his eyes.

“It’s just been a while since I – ” you shushed him with your finger on his lips.

“Roll over,” you said sternly and surprisingly he was more than happy to oblige and pull you on top, “Good boy, Helmut,” you awarded him with a loving kiss.

You straddled him and helped yourself with your hand to position his member to your entrance, and you slowly lowered down on him. Both of you gasped at the same moment as you froze to feel him better inside you. “You’re quite to take,” you whispered slowly rocking your hips, much to Zemo’s approval. After a moment of his stillness, Zemo started to counter your movements.

“Oh, my – Helmut,” you gasped airlessly feeling his thrusts and trying to keep up with the pace. “Don’t you dare to stop,” you bit your lip, watching what hot mess he became beneath you. It seemed as his hands were all over you, all the time, yet you felt them mostly strongly gripping your hips as he kept thrusting in you.

“You are beautiful, Y/N. I cannot get enough of you,” with each next pound into you, you felt your legs were about to fail you. Zemo saw that as you were faintly allowing your head to fall down with sorrow moans of pleasure.

He unceremoniously flipped you on your back and trapped between the mattress and his body.

“That’s unexpected,” you said pulling him closer, sinking your fingers into his messy hair, “But not unwelcomed.”

“You were barely holding on. I couldn’t allow anything happen to you,” he stated, changing his pace to much slower and mor passionate lovemaking.

“You have well-rested, my dear Bar–ON,” a moan escaped your lips as he suddenly caught your nipple in teeth and bit it.

Zemo hooked your legs around his hips as he started to pound into you mercilessly, catching every single moan and scream of pleasure that escaped your mouth with his indecent kisses. Within a blink of an eye your arms were held by his hand, above your head, much restraining your movement. You tried to squirm your freedom, but he was relentless in overpowering you.

“Don’t move, be a good girl,” his whisper next to your ear made your eyes even darker from lust and you obliged to Helmut’s demand. “Good girl,” he praised you huskily, cupping your breast with the free hand.

“Helmut, I – ” you shivered strongly as your climax was almost there. Your hips were coming ahead his thrust gaining as much friction and stimulation as you could get. “Please, let me go… I want to touch you, to feel you when I come on you,” you pleaded sweetly arching your body toward him even more.

As soon as your arms were free, you clenched them around his upper body, dugging nails into his back. Your breath was becoming more and more frantic as you were on the very edge of your climax. All of your nerves were aching for it to happen, controlling over your body as you softly whimpered into Zemo’s neck nonsense. His brown eyes, now almost black were staring at you as if you were his pray, his victim.

“Don’t you dare stopping n-OW,” you were an absolute mess and him changing pace for the faster one was bringing you over the edge.

“Be a good girl and come for me,” Zemo’s hips were smashing into you with the force you have never suspected him. You nodded sloppily kissing his face wherever you could and then it happened.

You felt overwhelming wave of heat and shivers overpowering your body as your orgasm hit. For a moment you stopped breathing and allowed to be filled with this shake inside you and how your muscles tensed around him. Your arms were holding onto Zemo, whose moves became hastier and erratic, close to his own finale. He rested his head on your shoulder breathing heavily and babbling as with few last thrusts he came in you, with loud moan.

He stopped moving to catch his breath and slowly slipped out of you.

“You are intense, Y/N,” his soft smile was something amazing to observe. You could have sworn there was only affection and nothing more in him, at the moment.

“Well, I got to taste my own medicine, Helmut. I think I might have some bruises,” you looked at him out of breath and satisfied.

Zemo pulled you closer and left few short kisses on your forehead before he spoke to you, “Sleep now, I’ll get you back to boys tomorrow morning.”

As much as you hated the idea of being vulnerable in your sleep, you settled down comfortably next to Zemo, slowly falling asleep. His arm around your shoulder was holding you steadily, yet you could still hear his heart fast beating. Listening to it and how it was getting slower as to the regular hear beat, you found yourself drowsy enough to relax and fall asleep on his chest.

***

Your sleep was abruptly finished by the phone ring.

“Hallo?” you took the phone quickly not to wake up sleeping man next to you.

“Y/N? Care to explain your sudden missing?” you heard James on the other side and stopped breathing for a moment.

You got up and left the bedroom with sleeping Zemo and you replied, “Ich hatte einen Dinge zu machen.[I had some things to do.]”

“Yeah, right. I’m waiting outside,”

“Was? [What?]” a shocked question slipped your lips.

“Das. [That.] I put a tracker on you. I didn’t want another runner like Zemo. Come down or I’ll come for you,” he said and hung up.

FUck, fuck, FUCK, you thought shocked as you started quickly looking for your clothes. Outside the window, you indeed noticed Bucky standing under a street lantern on the opposite side of the hotel’s entrance. As you were gathering your dress and shoes, you noticed some kind of package on a chair, opposite to the bed. You almost omitted it as they were all black and only delicate shimmering in the streetlight, caught your attention.

 I hope these will be more comfortable to pursue me in.

                                                          Z.

 You smiled lightly and put the note in the pocket. How come that he could not speak about his feelings but had no problem with showing them in other ways. You took the pile from the chair and you noticed it was surprisingly heavy, as you walked into the bathroom.

How does that man know so much about me?, you asked yourself putting on clothes he prepared. And of course, they fitted you perfectly, which was quite amazing. You haven’t had a slightest idea what kind of material it was, but it felt so comfortable as if you were wearing a second skin. You slipped your feet into boots and laced them thoroughly.

The last thing from the pile was a black box in which you found lather shoulder holster, quite similar to the one Zemo was wearing himself. You put it on and adjusted to your preference and when it was perfectly laying on you, you inserted a gun into the holster.

Before you went away, you have left a short notice foe Zemo that you must have gone.

“Why did you left your position?” he asked as soon as you saw you leaving the hotel, and narrowed his eyes checking out your outfit closely. “Weren’t you wearing a dress?”

“Und jetzt trage ich das. [And now I wear this,]” you answered shortly, unsure how to feel about this whole situation. “Es ist nicht nett, dass du mir nicht vertraust. Aber ich verstehen es. [It’s not nice that you don’t trust me. But I get it].”

“Well, I was right not to trust you, Y/N. Why did you leave?”

“Ich habe dir gesagt, ich musste mich um einige Dinge kümmern. Es ist nicht so, dass ich an euch beide gebunden bin. [I told you, I had some things to attend to. It’s not like I’m bound to you two],” you snarled back at him. “Wo ist Sam? [Where’s Sam?]”

“Back at our hideout,” James sighed quietly and rubbed his eyes. “Alright, listen… You don’t have to tell me why you left, just –,” he stopped for a second looking at you. “Just leave any kind of note that you’re going…”

“Oh, warst du besorgt? [Oh, you were worried?]” you looked at him surprised as he growled with huff. “Das ist schön, James. [That’s lovely, James.]” you mocked him with light smile.

You never would have thought that any of them, James nor Sam, would display any kind of concern of your person. It was even funnier, considering the fact you just did write a note for Zemo, so he would not be troubled about your whereabouts.

“Just don’t do it again, ok?” he looked miserable as you laughed silently at this revelation. You gently patted his arm and nodded to his ask. “You’re not going back there? To your things?”

“Nein, alles ist gut, James. Wir können zurückgehen und darüber nachdenken, was als nächstes zu tun ist. [No, everything is good, James. We can go back and think what to do next,]” you said and started walking down the quiet road.

“I’m afraid no, she wasn’t even there,” Bucky answered and looked at you.

Sweet Lord, these boots are comfortable, you thought taking each next step.

“Haben sie mit diesem Wissenschaftler Glück gehabt? [Did you get any luck with that doctor?]” you asked after a while.

“Verdammt [Damn it],” you muttered under your nose silently, “You’re sure about that? [Bist du darüber sicher?]”

“Yes, we’ve talked to some other scientist that told us, she went missing like three days ago. Presumably taken by the Power Broker, as she was last seen in Madripoor.”

“Verdammt [Damn it],” you repeated louder, which caught Bucky’s attention.

“Why is she so important to you?”

“Willst du wirklich, dass Walker länger ein Supersoldat ist? [Do you really want Walker to be any longer a super soldier?]” you answered with another question. “Ich denke, wir müssen uns ausruhen und dann überlegen, was wir als nächstes tun sollen, [I think, we should take a rest and the think what to do next.]“

“That’s good idea,” he shortly agreed as you came in the apartment.

You noticed Sam sleeping on the sofa under a blanket. Surely something that was taken care of by James.

“I really enjoyed this opera, you know?” you smiled softly hearing it, “It was nice to do something normal? I guess.”

“Ich bin erfreut, das zu hören, [I’m happy to hear it,]” you lowered your voice not to wake the other man.

You looked at James trying to figure out what was he all about. No doubt, he was a caring and a caring persona and that softened you. It was truly awful what happened to him in the past because he did not deserved it at all.

“Es gab nie eine Schwester, [There was never a sister,]” this sentence sounded louder than you thought after a moment of silence.

“I know, Y/N,” you turned to him with surprised expression, a question painted all over your face. “It wasn’t exactly that hard to figure it out, especially since I found your file in published S.H.I.E.L.D. documents.”

You sighed heavily, “Wie viel weißt du [How much do you know]?”

“Pretty much all of it. That you helped Zemo going after the Avengers,” he took off his jacket and hung it over the chair, then continued, “And I just found out about your ailment, you want to treat so badly, Y/N.”

“Okay, willst du dich ausruhen oder darüber reden [Alright, do you want to rest or to talk about it]?” you rubbed your eyes. It was quite late and you dreamt only about continuing your sleep but you couldn’t leave it just like this.

“Let’s talk. We still have some time.”

“Nimm dann die Flasche und zwei Gläser [Grab the bottle and two glasses, then],” you moved to the bedroom and made him space on the bed. “Es wird einige Zeit in Anspruch nehmen [It will take some time],” you said closing the door.

[xsamuu]

HEYYYYY!! I saw your ask box was open and I was wondering if I could request a headcanon? Where the reader is in a massive fight with a friend they haven't seen for like 3 years and the friend takes it too far by saying something like "That's your boyfriend? How gross" "Ew why does he look like that? Couldn't grab someone better? Ugly ho" or whatever you come with? Tendou, Bokuto, Kenma, Kags, Nishinoya please, if you will?

I screeched when I saw this omg thank you I hope this is up to your standards bebs 😼👍🏾 but uh I should say some did come out a little bit like scenarios but I tried to stick to headcanons sorry for that still hope you enjoy 🎃😼

~Admin Rizzo

Tendou Satori

-you was minding your own business walking through a park your hands intertwined with your lover when a ✨m u s t y✨ old friend you knew had decided to share there unwanted opinions

-Tendou could see how uncomfortable you was and wanted to remove you from the situation but as he went to walk around the obstacle you stopped dead in your tracks

-“That’s who your with oh my god that’s fucking gross, I guess you’ll hook up with anyone you thot”

-It’s safe to say that tendou had come up with thousands of insults by the time the slur left there mouth

-Who even was this person?— WAIT WHO THEY CALLING A THOT?!

-you wasn’t a very confrontational person but nevertheless you wasn’t about to let this person who wasn’t even in your day to day life anymore talk smack about your man

-you went to retaliate when a big arm swooped around your shoulder catching you off guard

-“Babe lets go I wanted to bring you to the park today not a circus” 🤡

-Needless to say your ‘friend’ was shocked and maybe a little intimidated

-You on the other hand had to summon all the strength in your body not to laugh in there face

-With his arm still wrapped around he moved you away from the situation the both of you quickly changing the subject to something more important

Bokuto Kōtarō

-Bokuto loves spoiling you

-your the love of his life and he will make sure you know this not only through his words but also his actions

-this however works both ways there isn’t something you wouldn’t do to show him how much you support and love him

-You was sitting in the crowd at one of his games it was a very important one winning this match would definitely get him recognized by some powerhouse teams

-every time he would score a point for his team he would look up at you and every time you would be there imitating his celebration “HEY HEY HEY THATS MY ACE” You felt only pride and absolute infatuation with this man

-you was cheering your heart out when you suddenly felt someone bump your shoulder (a little too hard to be an accident—)

-You swung your head around only to come face to face with an old friend from middle school they looked bitter asf and your conscience was telling you to just ignore them

-“Oh you have nothing to say to me now Huh? I see your at another one of these boring ass games I thought you didn’t have time for people?”

-It’s true at one point you did say that but you didn’t think you’d loose one of your closest friends because of it even so you continue to ignore them hoping they’d get the message and leave

-they didn’t.

-“So you and number 4 are together I’m assuming. I guess ugly attracts ugly”

-immediately you saw red but you couldn’t ruin this for bokuto important people were here. As if he could sense your distress he shot his eyes up to where you were in the stand

-He called a time out, and started running out the gym everyone was confused but when he reappeared in the stands you knew all to well that he had caught on

-“Babe I just noticed your supposed to be closer to the match your an important guest” he smiled you mouthed him a thank you and gathered your things walking a few rows closer to the front

-Thankfully Akaashi was there looking up at you distracting you. The owllike man glared at your old friend “I don’t know what you did to Y/N but you better leave before you have another problem”

-When you looked back your ex friend was nowhere to be seen you giggled as bokuto gave you a big kiss before returning to the court

Kozume Kenma

-Kenma isn’t a contentious person in fact he would much rather settle an issue in the most inconspicuous way possible

-Even so if he feels that him or his partner was disrespected in anyway he will not hesitate

-You and Kenma was at a gaming convention you had been planning since the beginning of February (it’s now late April)

-You had sat through the entrance ceremony and was walking around admiring all the stalls and you were both having so much fun

-Kenma had left you for a split second to get someone’s autograph it was the animator from a game he played religiously you didn’t mind you stayed put and was scrolling through your phone

-“Long time no see y/n” you lifted your head to the sound of your name being called and made perfect eye contact with an old ‘friend’

-If you were being completely honest you hated them all they did was make you feel like an inferior insect whenever you two were together you hummed a ‘yo’ before going back to your phone

-“Still a quiet freak eh LuLu I guess you here on your own or something”

-Lulu was the name of a magical girl from a cartoon you used to love but upon finding out people would use it to mock and degrade you

-you was gonna walk away the ridiculous nickname when you heard a familiar voice

-“no y/n is with me and you are?” It was a genuine question but anyone who didn’t know Kenma would take his pack of expression as bored or sarcastic

-The person scoffed and pointed accusingly at Kenma “That’s who your with LuLu you couldn't do any better HE’S JUST AS LIFELESS AS YOU ARE”

-You tugged on Kenma sleeve motioning to just leave as you felt uncomfortable but Kenma wasn’t having it you had been so excited to be here and with him and this nobody came out of nowhere and started harassing you

-“Listen um going to say this in a way you could understand— he smirked at you and then opened his mouth again

-What escaped his mouth next left you shocked, scared, a little embarrassed for him even but mostly touched

-he cleared his throat

-“lifeless. I’m not lifeless in fact I have a burning hatred for you right now. And that why I feel no guilt in what I’m about to do.”

-You gulped and held on tighter to kenma’s sleeve mentally preparing yourself for what he was about to do

-“YoU HaTe LuLu’S tRanSforMatiOn sOng?!” He practically shouted. Instantly a horde or gamers, writers, weebs and more bombarded the area shouting and screaming and causing a scene

- From all the commotion it’s sounded like your ‘friend’ was ok but some of the words leaving the mouths of the mob were kinda cruel

-you smirked and Kenma led you away

-You know he doesn’t like being the center of attention but he still protected you and for that you’d be sure to thank him for that

Kageyama Tobio

-Kags never really liked leaving you behind when he had to go to different countries

-without you it made him anxious and you would reassure him that you’d be fine and eagerly awaiting his return

-Including the return of his big, fat juicy—

Ahem heart 🙂

-You had been sitting in a café Face Timing him

-You’d often have dates like this and you both enjoyed them you was talking to him when someone took up a seat next to you

-“Hey Y/n funny running into you here” a familiar voice echoed

-A w k w a r d you hadn’t seen or heard from this person since a fight you had a couple years ago why now?

-You had nearly forgotten about your boyfriend on the other side of your iPad screen until “Oh you bought a friend y/n”

-you was at a loss for words but before you could answer the unwanted annoyance to your left answered for you

-‘We’re not friends y/n cut me off because she’s toxic” it took kageyama a solid 10 seconds to realize that this wasn’t a real friend and that you were silently asking for help

-You rested your head in hand obscuring the person from kags field of vision therefore blocking there vision of your face and boyfriend

-hoping they’d get the message without you having to vocalize it

-they stood up and you let out a breath you didn’t know you was holding

-“I wasn’t checking out your friend don’t worry he isn’t my type I prefer cute boys” they spat

-Before you could even assess the fact that they pretty much called your boyfriend ugly you was already pissed at the fact that they referred to kags as your friend

-you stood up abruptly and it’s like they were waiting for you to loose your cool all hope was lost when you heard him clear his throat

-“[there Instagram name] Damn you was easy to find. I liked you post”

-You felt a tinge of confusion race through you but watching all the blood in there body rush to your friends face made you curious

-“DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW” people were definitely looking in your direction

-“Leave then I will” Now you was curious what the help did he do?

-seconds, literal seconds. The annoyance was nowhere to be seen

-“Kags..wha—”

“I shared there IP address in the comments :p”

- “PFFT kAgS!”

Nishinoya Yū

-Noya made sure that you felt like the only person in the world before he asked you out, so when you started dating you didn’t think he could get any more protective over you

-You was sitting in the cinema with him both smiling and listening on to the movie

-He fidgets a lot in his seat but you dont mind you know he cant help it besides you find it cute he is just so full of energy

-“Babe imma go to the toilet be right back” he kissed your cheek and left

-you continue to watch the movie until you feel someone slither into the seat next to you and hearing the voice your your temples irks and your expression one of annoyance

-One of your ex friends for how many years ago had to be in the same theatre at the same time on the SAME FUCKING DAY

-they didn't seem like they were moving so you just spoke first

- “can i help you.?” 

-No response :/

-You were even more irritated than before

-Noya came back a few minutes later and noticed another person had sat right next to you 

-Noya is dense VERY VERY DENSE he assumed you ran into one of your friends so he didn't question it

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

-After the movie finished you grabbed your things and rushed to get out of that situation

-The same person had finally said something after a whole hour

- “That’s who you came with.. You really know how to pick em an annoying toddler really Y/n your honestly pathetic--”

-It didn’t bother Noya he has been called short all his life this isn’t any different but this rando was obviously upsetting you and he would NOT have that

-Noya would step infront of you and confront the person they get a warning 

-one fucking warning 

-If they don’t take it i shit you not noya is going for the ankles periodt

- “I DONT KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE BUT YOUR UPSETTING MY PARTNER THE FUCKING DOOR IS BEHIND YOU SO TURN AROUND”

-Noya looked like the aggressor and its safe to say he may have caused a scene but he would be a fool not to step in and protect you with all you got

[juseki-taisen]

How about how the 12 warriors celebrate V-Day? (Bonus challenge being Doudecuple and Navi)

Thank you for the request @gale-dragon-writer

This was a long one! I hope you guys like!

Inounoshishi

Without S/O

This wouldn’t happen, let’s be real. If it did she planned this by choice, so she’s probably busy kicking ass and taking names...and numbers

Probably prowls bars for lonely men/women/they’s ect to buy her drinks.

Never pays for any food or drink of Valentines. She’s hot af and knows it

It’s 50/50 if she’s going to go home with someone

With S/O

Expects to be spoiled. Please spoil her

Despite her immense wealth, she doesn’t expect you to buy her expensive things. She can do that herself. What she’d really like is for a gift that’s full of thought.

If you make her a gift, she’ll play it off but she secretly loves it. It doesn’t matter how shitty it is. If you make her a cute boar figure out of clay and it’s lopsided, but you tried hard and painted it her favorite color, it’s going on her mantel in the living room.

Spoils you too. You will drown in gifts and kisses. Don’t worry, she uses amazing lipstick and it doesn’t stick to your face.

Dotsuku

Without S/O

Spends the day giving candy to the children.

Secretly gives his daughter a secret admirer letter, her confidence SKY ROCKETS

Decorates his classroom

This man is great at help kids learn about consent. No pulling pigtails, and if a boy likes a girl and she tells him no, he makes sure he knows not to keep bugging her. Same thing with the girls. If a boy doesn’t like them they’re not allowed to keep bugging them either.

Watches cute love movies with his daughter. He’s her prince charming.

With S/O

You better believe he has you help decorate his classroom

You make cute paper hearts and pick out candy

The kids leave you valentines

He takes you to dinner. His daughter comes too. You guys have a lot of fun. He buys you and his daughter a dessert. Somehow she eats here and half of yours

Snuggles on the couch and a cute movie.

Niwatori

Without an S/O

Doesn’t celebrate

She doesn’t understand why it’s a big deal

Indulges the day after on discount candy

With an S/O

Help her

She wants to celebrate but she’s in Ushii level awkward when it comes to doing anything

Picks the most popular movie out, watches it, and THAT is the basis for her whole idea

Gets you candy. Wears a cute dress. Picks a place to eat. Buys you roses, or do you get her roses? She’ll get them for you...just in case

Candy? Candy. Lots of candy.

Any small thing you get her she’s going to love. She never has really gotten gifts, and one out of love is a gift she’ll treasure forever

If you do get her flowers, she’s going to press them or dry them and keep them forever

Sharyu

Without an S/O

She had a fiancé for what seemed like forever, so a day without one is kind of difficult for her

She’s happy she’s alone, because she’s happy with who she is and now doesn’t have anyone to try and fit her into a mold that she didn’t belong

Kind of mopes though. She wants romance and someone who loves her for who she is and everything she does

Drinks hot coco and eats an ungodly amount of chocolate

With an S/O

So. Excited.

She cooks all day and makes cake, dinner, and everything else from scratch

You get her gifts and feel like it’s still not enough

Honestly? It doesn’t matter what you get her. She just love shaving you around and knowing how much you care for her for who she is

PLEASE slow dance with her in the kitchen while you’re doing the dishes. She’ll remember it forever

Hitsujii

Without an S/O

Hangs out at home

Waiting for the candy to go on sale

Babysits for his child so they can have a romantic evening

Watches random shows on TV, but avoids romance stuff

With an S/O

Still wants to hang out at home, but will go out if you want

Uses this as an excuse to DESTROY the candy aisle

Gets you flowers, they’re not red roses because that’s pretty expensive, but he gets cute ones...and a bear

Snuggles and falling asleep to bad rom coms on TV

Uuma

Without an S/O

Spends it alone

He wishes he had someone, but he’s alright for the most part

Okay he’s not

He’s a big softie inside and somewhat romanticizes the holiday more than he should

Eats cake...and chocolate 

With an S/O

The man goes WILD

Roses everywhere

Candlelight 

A romantic dinner he made meticulously after practicing for weeks

Remakes the titanic ship in a bottle, with you two as the figures on the front of the ship

He loves any gift you get him. He cries. He tries not to, but he does. 

He writes you a poem he gets to embarrassed to read. You get it in a card. 

Takeyasu

Without an S/O

Steals everything with his brother

Necklaces, candy, and even flowers just so he can light them on fire

Doesn’t think much of the holiday, never has. It’s stupid. 

With an S/O

He’s awkward. He doesn’t know how to celebrate the holiday

He gets you the basics, candy, a bear, and flowers. That’s it right? 

Oh wait, you wanna do something? Uh, can a theme park be romantic?

You have a lot of fun actually, and when inevitably he lights part of it on fire, he has stuff for smores. 

You save the picture from the tunnel of love. You managed to snap it before he lit it on fire. The tunnel was the point of origin. 

Later on down the road he plans more stuff. He may also use fireworks to do your name in the air or something

Steals you a car. 

Nagayuki

Without an S/O

Steals stuff with his brother

Gets entirely to many snacks

Does anything but Holiday stuff

With an S/O

Doesn’t want to do anything, but will because you ask him

Takes you for dinner, and he enjoys spending time with you, but because social convention is making him he’s grumpy about it 

If you’re the kind of person who is easily embarrassed, he may send you cheesy emails with stupid valentines cards

Chocolate and all KINDS of snacks

Later on down the line he’ll plan more romantic stuff, and buy you nice things with real money so you know he cares

Usagi

Without an S/O

He likes the Holiday and wants someone to do it with SOOOO BAD

Watches all those cute movies and cheesy rom coms

Has a “Friend” he takes out on a date

It doesn’t go well

With an S/O

Oh boy. He’s SO HAPPY

He gets you everything. Flower, roses (ignore the blood it’s fine), and he lets you know he’s arrived to pick you up by having his friends hold him high while he has a boom box playing your favorite song. Even if it’s metal. Even if he thinks the holiday begins at midnight. Your neighbors wont care, right?

You will go to ALL the cheesy stuff. Cute rides at a theme park, which somehow gets burned down later on thanks to someone (Takeyasu)

 A dinner and flowers, chocolate. SO MUCH CANDY. He even likes the terrible heart ones. He made you a box filled with ones that have saying that remind him of you

Cuddles, kisses, and smooches that just...don’t stop. Even in public. You gotta tell him to tone it down. 

Tora

Without an S/O

Drinks, and mopes

She doesn’t really want to date, but seeing other people happy kinda rubs it in when you’re single

Partakes in day after candy sales

She actually avoids the bars, to many couples being happy and cute

Angrily eats snacks

With an S/O

She doesn’t expect much, other than maybe being one of those annoying couples who steals Every. Booth. In. The. Restaurant. 

Please get her presents. Please. She’ll get really happy and flustered

This girl will actually try and make you chocolate from scratch. Sharyu helps. She even wraps them in a cute wrapping paper she draws herself

It’s pretty casual and after bar hopping you spend it at home. You’re with her so she cuts back so she’s not sloshed. She wants to remember being with you. 

So many cute kisses. 

Hand holding. It still gets her flustered. 

Please get your picture taken at some point. She’ll put it by her bed and fall asleep smiling

Ushii

Without an S/O

There’s a Holiday? 

He guess he noticed it was harder than normal to get a table for his favorite restaurant

Doesn’t really like sweets so the holiday just annoys him

So many people confess to him and he’s just like “Okay. Cool. Thanks” 

With an S/O

He’s not great with the holiday. He’s smart though, so he tries  to research what to do

Googles top ten most romantic gesture, luckily has the sense not to propose

Gets you candy, roses, and all the stereotypical stuff

You have to tell him to relax, because all the stuff he’s saying is regurgitated rom com lines

When he does relax, he’s actually really sweet. Stupidly sweet actually. 

“I don’t need a holiday to tell me you’re important, you’re already always on my mind, but the candy is nice I guess”

Will watch whatever you want. Is always confused by romance movies, but oh BOY does he love going out to eat with you. Hell. Yes. The desserts are amazing and now he gets to share them with you

Care you a card. It’s ugly, but he tries

Gets you a really cute necklace. It has a small ox on it, so he can always be with you. 

Nezumi

Without an S/O

Eats candy and sleeps. It’s no different than any other day, other than people piss him off more.

He doesn’t like how weird people get 

They also made out on his locker...and he needed his textbook. Please....Let him get his books

With an S/O

Uses his paths so much that he passes out and HARD CORE NAPS before you go out

Has the perfect gift.

Plays co op video games with you

He doesn’t like people, so you get take out and stay home

You watch movies, but they’re movies like Princess Bride, Warm Bodies, and love stories that aren’t so normal and are more fun

If you’re LGBT he goes out of his way to find a good movie ahead of time, because he loves and supports you and this day is about you two damn it! (The other’s would try to do this for their S/O, but would have a harder time. since most of them are not great with technology like Nezumi is)

So much candy and snacks

Selfies and filters

You fall asleep together and nap

get him a gift. He’ll know it’s coming but it still makes him happy

BONUS CHALLENGE 

Doudecuple

Without an S/O

Doesn’t do a whole lot. Has wine and watches the mortals below

Maybe messes with people just a bit to amuse himself

Does his own thing. He really doesn’t care for the holiday

With an S/O

Wine and a dessert charcuterie board

Gets you an expensive gift, but practical. A coat, a scarf. Something to keep you warm and cozy you can use everyday and think of him.

Makes the impossible possible. A romantic setting with only a few people

Getting the tickets for some play or show the last minute

Please do something cheesy, it’ll amuse him, and he’ll secretly keep it

ON THE FLIP SIDE

He may get a gift from you, then anyone who goes in his office will see it. 

“Look what my Love got me. Have you beheld it?”

It doesn’t matter if it’s stupid. He’s keeping it forever 

Navi

Without and S/O

Stays home and has snacks and chocolates

Maybe organizes his hat collection

Watches fun game shows or anything without romance

With S/O

Has a special hat he wears for the occasion

Gets you one too

Gets you candy and a single rose, as well as a teddy bear

Uses his tablet to find the best places to go with the best rating. Uses his ability to multiply to hold your place in line so you can actually do other stuff

Ferris wheel. He has to hold his hat on but you guys get an AMAZING picture together. It’s his screensaver. He texts it to Nezumi. Nezumi and him start having a couple picture off. Next year, double date. 

[sometimesiwritebadly]

Paintbrush (Spencer Reid x Artist!Reader)

Summary: You’re an artist in DC, and a serial killer has started using your artwork as inspiration for his murders.

Warnings: Mentions murder (duh) but doesn’t go into detail

Notes: This is way longer than I planned lol. I based the chaotic-artist vibe that the reader has going on the tiktoker @/artistkatiesmall so y’all can watch her tik toks if you like chaotic energy and paint as much as i do. Oh also I tried to keep this gender-neutral but if there are any pronouns in here that shouldn’t be let me know and I’ll fix it!! I use she/her so sometimes it just comes naturally and i don’t notice. 

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Masterlist

You were in your studio, listening to music as loud as physically possible. Your art studio is like a safe haven; the only place you feel completely yourself. Right now you’re working on your latest piece. Your art style is very “splattered paint that ends up looking like something”, which your mother had told you on multiple occasions. She had meant it as an insult, but you ended up taking the term and making it your own. She’s not wrong; you typically start your pieces by throwing some paint on a canvas and letting it take you somewhere. So here you are, slapping paint on a canvas and screaming the lyrics to your favorite song.

As the painting began to take form - you hadn’t decided what it would be yet, but you’re excited with what you have - you heard some pounding that didn’t match the beat of the song. Grabbing your phone, you turned down the music, and the pounding could be heard much more clearly now. “Y/N Y/L/N! FBI!” You quickly paused the music and rushed to the door. As you opened the door, your paintbrush (still covered in paint...oops) was tucked behind your ear. At your entrance was two men, one tall and skinny, and the other older with graying hair. “Y/N?” The younger of the two asked, his voice considerably softer than when he’d yelled through your door. You only nodded, and each of the men showed you their badges before the older of the two spoke.

“I’m SSA Rossi, and this is Dr. Reid, we’re with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. Can we come in? We need to ask you a few questions.”

“Uh, yeah, of course.” You opened the door wider now, allowing them both to step inside your small studio. “Um, sorry about the mess, I’m not exactly the most conventional artist.” You apologized. You would've offered them a seat, but you only had two chairs in the place, and they were both occupied by piles of your various art supplies. “What is this about?”

Dr. Reid held a file in his hands, which he passed over to you as he spoke. “Do you recognize any of these paintings?” You open the file to find 4 pictures of your own artwork; portraits of various different people. One short blonde woman, one ginger man with an impressive beard, and a hispanic woman with a pixie cut. 

“Yeah, I painted these a while back...Why does the FBI care about some random commission artwork?”

“Someone commissioned you to do these?” Dr. Reid spoke quickly, causing you to look away from the pictures and back towards him. “Uh, yeah. He calls me every once in a while and asks for weirdly specific portraits.”

“What do you mean, weirdly specific? You don’t base your work off of pictures?” SSA Rossi asked you.

“No, he’s never given me pictures to work from. He just describes the person he wants me to paint. Like about two weeks ago,” You paused as you walked over to your cluttered desk, and grabbed your notepad, which was still open to the page you’d jotted down your notes on, “He asked for a portrait of a short, Asian man with bleach blonde hair, dark eyes, and one pierced ear.” You handed the notepad to Dr. Reid, who scanned it quickly. 

“What’s his name?” He asked, before handing the notepad to his partner.

“Tanner. I don’t know his last name, he always pays with cash. What’d he do?”

The two men looked at each other briefly, before Dr. Reid spoke again, “We believe Tanner has been killing the people that you paint. He left the paintings at the crime scene.”

Your heart dropped. Not only had you been in constant contact with this psychopath, but you felt like you’d inadvertently helped him. You took his money, and he killed the people who looked like your paintings. 

“I know this is shocking, but have you painted anyone else for him?”

“Uh, no, this was the most rece-” You cut yourself off, remembering something from the last time you’d spoken with Tanner. “He bought a painting of me.”

“When?” Dr. Reid asked.

“When, uh, when he picked up the last painting. I had a self-portrait sitting over there that I'd done for fun. He asked if he could have it along with the other one, he paid me extra for it-”

“What day, Y/N?” Dr. Reid placed a hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you. You felt like you might pass out.

“3 days ago.”

Again, the two agents looked at each other, and their faces didn’t make you feel any better.

“Y/N, why don’t you come with us to the police station, you’ll be safe there.” You could only nod in response letting them lead you out of the studio. Before you exited, Dr. Reid grabbed the paintbrush from behind your ear, placing it on a table before you made your way out to the car.

~~~

Sitting in the police station was like torture. First of all, you were wearing your normal painting outfit: a paint-stained t-shirt an ex had left at your place, jeans that were so ripped up you could barely call them jeans anymore, and of course, socks and sandals. The cops were either completely ignoring your presence, or asking you the same questions you’d already answered dozens of times. One top of all that, they wouldn’t let you do anything besides sit and wait. You had managed to find a paper pad and a pen, so at least your doodling could help pass the time.

You’d been at the station for over an hour already, which meant your doodle was nearly perfect; you ended up drawing one of the agents, Dr. Reid. From where you were sitting, he was in clear sight, and one of the only people who was actually sitting still enough for you to draw. And, y’know, he’s the only person you want to look at long enough for you to draw. 

“Is that me?” His voice startled you; you’d been looking down at the paper and didn’t notice Dr. Reid coming towards you. You dropped the pen immediately, and moved the paper out of his sight.

“I’m sorry Doctor, I was just, y’know, bored and-” You tried to put together a sentence, but your embarrassment was getting the best of you.

“I don’t mind, I, um, think it’s kind of flattering. Can I see it?” Dr. Reid asked, and you reluctantly handed the paper over. You’d been an artist for so long, you were almost never nervous for people to see your work anymore; you have a very “if they like it, great! If they don’t, I don’t care,” kind of attitude when it comes to your artwork. But Dr. Reid was making you nervous. “You don’t have to call me Doctor by the way. Reid is fine. Or, uh, Spencer. You can call me Spencer.” He had a light blush on his face as he spoke, which calmed you a little bit. At least he’s just as nervous as you. Suddenly, as if he was snapped out of his train of thought, Spencer handed the paper back to you and cleared his throat before speaking. “We used the phone number you gave us to find Tanner, but he doesn’t have any listed addresses. Did you ever deliver paintings to him?” Behind him, another one of the agents who’d talked to you, Hotch, walked up.

“Um, no. I’d just call him whenever I finished a painting and he’d come to me.”

“Would you be willing to call him again?” Hotch asked. Your eyes widened at the idea. You’re already terrified at the notion that you may be a target for a serial killer, but calling him? Hotch must have noticed your fear, as he began to explain further, “We can track his location with a phone call, but we need some time to do it. If you’re the one speaking, he’ll probably stay on the line long enough for our technical analyst to find him.” 

You took a deep breath, before nodding slowly. “Y-yeah. I can do that. Can you guys give me a minute first? I need some air.” You didn’t wait for an answer before walking out of the police station. Once you got outside, walked to the end of the building and leaned against the side wall. You closed your eyes, breathing deeply. You couldn’t shake the feeling of responsibility over those people’s deaths. Tanner had taken your artwork, your passion, and ruined it.

“Are you ok?” You looked up to find Spencer standing in front of you, hands in his pockets.

“Not really.” You played with your hands as you spoke, not making eye contact.

“You feel guilty, don’t you?” He asked, as he moved to lean against the wall next to you. 

“Shouldn’t you be inside? Y’know, you’ve got a serial killer to catch.”

“You know there are a lot of signs that someone feels guilty. Avoiding eye contact, changing the subject, lack of an appetite...I noticed you didn’t eat the snacks JJ got for you.” He was right, Agent Jareau had gotten you some snacks that you left untouched back in the station. When you didn’t say anything, Spencer continued, “Usually when I see people acting like this, they have good reason to be guilty. You haven’t done anything wrong, Y/N.”

“I inspired him.” When you looked up at Spencer, he gave you a confused look. “When I saw him last, when he wanted to buy that painting of me, I asked him why. He said that my artwork inspires him. If...If I hadn’t painted those people, they could still be alive.”

“You don’t know that.”

“But there’s a possibility, isn’t there? You can’t say for sure that he would’ve killed them anyways, can you?”

Spencer was silent for a moment, confirming your fears. Eventually, he spoke up. “He may not have killed those exact people, He would’ve killed someone. He’s already killed before.” Your eyebrows shot up at this, so Spencer kept talking, “We think we can connect him to two murders from a few years ago. If he had never used your art as part of his signature, it would’ve taken us a lot longer to find him. He may have even gotten away with it all together.” Spencer’s words did give you a little relief. You still felt bad for the way your art had been used, but it was a good reminder that you weren’t the murderer. That Tanner’s actions had nothing to do with yours.

“Thank you.” Spencer nodded in response, giving you a small smile. “I guess I have a phone call to make.”

~~~ a week later ~~~

You were back in your studio, getting ready for a new painting. Just as you placed your canvas on the easel, there was a knock on the door. When you opened it, you were surprised to find Spencer Reid on the other side. “Spencer?”

“Hi.” There was an awkward moment of silence before Spencer spoke again. “I, uh, saw your mural. It’s beautiful.” A small smile formed on your face at the mention of the mural. After you helped the BAU catch Tanner, you reached out to the family of the victims. With their permission, you painted a mural that was put up at the memorial down the road. The mural had been featured on local DC news channels, which is probably how Spencer had seen it.

“Thank you. I probably wouldn’t have done it if it wasn’t for you.” As you spoke, you moved over so that Spencer could enter the studio space. “Back at the police station, I wanted to quit art. Figured I’d finally put that communications degree to use or something.” Spencer lightly laughed as you continued, “But you made me realize that I can still do something good with my art.”

“I’m glad.” Spencer paused, and took a deep breath, and a step towards you, “Do you, uh, think we could go get coffee sometime? I mean, it doesn’t have to be coffee, we could get tea, or um, lemonade, we could get lemon-”

“Spencer!” You cut him off, with a light laugh. You found his nerves to be both flattering and cute. “I’d love to get any beverage you’d like, as long as you’re there with me.” You ran your hands through your pockets, looking for the sharpie you’d had in your hand before you’d opened the door. “Where is…” you mumbled, looking down at your pockets. Suddenly, you felt Spencer’s hand at your ear, where he pulled down the sharpie you’d placed there.

“Looking for this?” He was now standing close enough to you that he only had to whisper. 

“Yeah” You responded, at the same volume he’d used. You took the sharpie from his hand, but before he could pull it away, you grabbed it and wrote down your phone number. When you finished, you looked up to Spencer’s face, which had turned pink. “Call me whenever.”

Neither you or Spencer said a word, you just stood there, staring at each other. You couldn’t help but try to memorize every feature of his face. Your staring contest was interrupted by Spencer’s phone dinging. He took a step back, much to your disappointment, and looked down at the text. “I, uh, I have to get to work. We have a new case.” You could tell he was disappointed too.

“Ok.” You whispered. Spencer looked at you for one more moment before he did what you least expected; before you even realized what was happening, his hand was wrapped around your waist and his lips were on yours. Your hands found their way to his collar, pulling him even closer to you.

You two didn’t pull apart until Spencer’s phone went off again. “You better call me.” You said, finally letting go of him.

“I will, promise.” Was the last thing he said to you before rushing off to work. When the door closed behind him, you turned to your blank canvas with a clear idea in mind. So you turned up the music, grabbed your paints, and began to put every detail of Spencer you could remember onto the canvas.

~~~

Notes: i’ll be honest idk how i feel about this ending lmao but i hope y’all liked it

Tags: @dr-reid-ismyspiritanimal @la-vie-en-amour1 @peculiarinsomniac

[clareyfray]

henry cavill smut

Concept: You’re at a convention held in a hotel waiting to meet Henry Cavill for a photo op when he takes an interest in you and invites you back to his room for some…fun. 18+ 

Henry x [Y/N]

I was stood in line to have my photo taken with Henry. I was so excited, I had waited years for this moment. I couldn’t wait to tell him how much I admired him and to have a photo to cherish of us together.

The girl in front of me had just finished and the man at the side waved and nodded at me to signal that it was finally my turn.

I could barely get my legs to move as he smiled at me as I walked over to him. I knew he was big, but now stood next to him I released how big he actually was. I barely came up to his neck as he loomed over me.

He draped one of his thick arms around me and pushed me in closer to him. I could smell his scent I was so close, rosemary and a comforting musty smell, it was heavenly.

“Hi, love” he said in his deep voice, “how are you?”

I smiled awkwardly, I was finding it difficult to find any words to say being so close to him, all that I had wanted to say had disappeared and a jumbled mess came out,

“Good, yeah, good…thanks. How are you? You smell good” I spoke so quickly I wasn’t sure he had understood what I had said but a low laugh rumbled through him making his body and me vibrate from laughter.

“That’s very kind of you to say” he hugged me tighter as the photographer came to stand behind the camera.

“Do you ever read your Instagram direct messages?” I asked suddenly, I don’t know where it had come from or why I really asked but the words couldn’t stop themselves from coming out.

“Ugh..” he mumbled, taken aback from my question, “sometimes, why?”

“Oh, I just wondered if you had seen any of mine but I guess you have so many you wouldn’t really see” I replied hurriedly, I still couldn’t believe I had actually asked that, of course he hadn’t seen, what a stupid question.

“That depends what’s your name on there?” he replied, a slight smirk on his face as the flash from the camera went off.

“Oh, it’s [Y/U]” I answered, his grip suddenly got tense on my shoulders.

“So you’re [Y/N]?” He questioned as he loosened the grip again and stood a little further back from me. He looked down at me, scanning every part of me.

I could feel my face turning red as he hesitated on my chest for a few seconds longer,

“You know my name?” I asked frowning in confusion, “I-“

He cut me off suddenly,

“Listen” he said lowering his voice, putting a hand on each of my shoulders and looking at me sternly “I want you to meet me in about two hours from now, outside this room” he shoved a piece of paper into my hand and released me as the photographer shouted “Next!” and the next person started to walk over.

“Um, ok” I said, still frowning. He gave me a reassuring smile before I headed away into the main area.

I wondered over to the eating area and stared at the crumpled note in had given me.

It was just the words “Room 306”. I was still in shock as I sat there and before I knew it it was nearly time to meet him, if this wasn’t a dream, which at this stage I was pretty certain it was. It wasn’t easy to get past the security which seemed to be everywhere but I showed them a note and a few phone calls later and they let me past.

 Henry was 40 minutes late, not that I minded it’s just my nerves were terrible and I could feel my legs going weak as each minute seemed to last forever. But all was forgiven when he came striding along the corridor, his dark curls dangled in front of his face and his broad smile lit up when he saw me standing waiting for him.

“Sorry to keep you waiting” he grinned as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his door key.

“That’s ok” I smiled nervously, I still had no idea what was going on. I was in a daze and nothing seemed real as I followed him into the room.

I watched as he made his way straight over to the kitchen and poured himself a cold glass of rosemary water,

“Would you like some?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder and holding up his glass in gesture.

“I’m good, thank you” I replied, I was so nervous I knew if I ate or drank anything I’d throw it up.

“Sorry I’ve been so vague about everything, it was such a rush earlier and I didn’t have time to explain” he smiled as he walked to sit on the sofa, his arms outstretched on the back of the sofa as he beckoned me to sit next to him, “You’re probably wondering what all this is about” he said gesturing around the room. “When you said who you were, I knew who you were straight away, I’ve seen your dm’s” he smirked as he watched my eyes widen, “You’ve sent me some of the dirtiest messages I’ve ever received and I have to say that’s saying something”

He leaned in closer, I could feel his warm breath on my face, his hand slid down to his jean pocket as he got his phone out. I watched in horror as he opened Instagram and started to read out my messages to him,

“Henry, I don’t know if you’ll see this but I’m thinking about you right now, my hand in my panties as I think of your big dick inside of me. Please just let me feel you inside me daddy”

I cringed the hardest I’d ever cringed as his bright blue eyes twinkled as he smirked at me,

“It just gets worse from there but I guess you know that. But what I really what to know [Y/n]…,” he leaned forward suddenly again, his mouth by my ear, “is, do you mean what you say?”

A shiver when up my spine as his breathing turned heavy,

“I-“

He cut me off before I could say anything else,

“Because the thing is [Y/N], there’s nothing I’d love more than to punish you for saying all those inappropriate things to me” he said, leaning back now so I could see his face. He reached for a piece of my hair and pulled on it lightly, I let out a little gasp as he watched for my reaction.

I stared at him in silence for a minute just staring back at him as he waited patiently, his eyes never leaving my face,

“Yes” I blurted suddenly.

He chuckled, “Yes, what?”

“Yes, I meant what I said” I replied, my voice a little more sure this time.

His eyebrows raised as he nodded slightly,

“I was hoping you’d say that” he stood up suddenly, towering over me. I made a move to get up,

“No” he said putting his hand out to stop me, “I want you to stay there”

I glanced up at him confused,

“I’m going to ask you once more, are you sure you want to do this. There’s no pressure, you can leave anytime” he said.

“No, I..I want to stay” I replied slowly, there was no way I was leaving this room even if I was nervous.

He smirked,

“I’ll make you regret that” he whispered as he put a thumb on my bottom lip and pulled it down “But before we do anything I need you to pick a safe word”

I looked at him confused, surely it wasn’t going to get that rough? He chuckled when he realised my confusion,

“Just in case” he smiled.

“Ok…urm, pepper” I replied as he pulled his shirt over his head giving a nod to my answer, his solid chest staring me in the face. He was so beautiful.

“Like what you see?” he teased as he pulled me up with one arm.

“Yes” I answered, still staring.

“Yes what, [Y/N]” he looked at me sternly, his eyes filled with lust as he looked down at me. “Yes, daddy”

“Good, you catch on fast” he smiled, running a hand through his hair, “let’s get started” He paused for a second looking at my chest again.

“Do you particularly like this shirt your wearing?” he questioned, not breaking his gaze.

“Not really I-“ Before I could finish talking he had slashed open my shirt, the buttons scattering to the floor and my lace bra exposed.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked, looking up at him with innocent eyes. He smirked, he knew what I was doing.

“Very much” he licked his lips slowly, the wetness shining.

I took off my ripped shirt and began to take off my bra,

“Let me” he said, taking my bra off in less than a second “Don’t worry, I’m slow when I need to be”

He winked at me as he slid his jeans off.

We were both naked in seconds, I was hungry to touch him. I wanted to feel him under my skin so badly.

I reached out a hand towards his stomach,

“I didn’t say you could touch, did I?” he frowned grabbing my wrist.

I smirked, suddenly I knew how to get what I wanted.

“No you didn’t but I’m going to” I caught him off guard and my hand smacked against his abs. It felt so hard, so nice against my skin.

“Don’t make me put you over my knee already” he growled grabbing my wrist again.

I decided it was now or never and let my hand slide slowly down towards his dick which was twitching as he flinched at my touch.

“No” he shouted, and grabbed me by the waist.

I knew I had gotten what I wanted. He sat on the edge of the bed and threw me against his knees.

“I warned you [Y/N], I don’t mess around” he growled as I squirmed under his grip.

It was like was clamped down, my body supported by his big thighs I loved so much.

His hand was massaging my ass, just as I was beginning to enjoy it a stinging radiated through my ass cheeks as I let out a loud whimper.

“I don’t want any of that” he said, shoving his fingers into my mouth as another hit landed on my ass.

I tried to moan but his hands made me splutter. I felt his dick get hard against my stomach as he hit me again.

“Seeing as this is your first time, I’ll be lenient” he said massaging my ass again before pushing me back against the bed.

“Spread your legs” he ordered as he stood stroking his cock over me.

My ass was still stinging and I wasn’t paying attention, he got impatient and pushed open my legs with thighs.

I was tiny compared to him, his thighs were massive, so were his muscles and he was bigger than me in every way and I was suddenly aware that his dick was massive and I had only had sex once before, I knew I was going to be tight.

“Wait” I said, my voice full of fear that Henry stopped,

“What’s wrong?” he asked, reaching out a hand to touch my face, concern in his eyes.

“Your- it’s just…you’re so big” I said, looking at his dick to make my point.

He knelt to the floor and pulled me to the corner of the bed,

“It’s ok, I’ll make sure you’re taken care of”

Before I could reply his tongue darted between my pussy lips and up inside me,

“Oh” was all I could breath out before the best sensation I’ve ever felt filled me. His tongue was leaving no area untouched. His tongue circled around as I panted in passion. Then after a few minutes he hit the spot, I cried out and clenched as he threw my legs over his shoulders and began to lick so fast I let out a constant cry.

“I’m gonna cum” I shrieked suddenly as he pulled me closer.

“Cum for me [Y/N]” he growled in between my legs.

As soon as tongue hit my spot again I came. As he came back up he bit the inside of my thigh.

“Ahh” I groaned, still panting. He grinned as he climbed on top of me.

Just as I thought I’d get a break his fingers jammed into my pussy.

“Someone is wet” he smirked as he felt inside of me.

I bit my lip as he removed his fingers slowly.

“Da...daddy” I groaned as he tasted my juices on his fingers.

“You ready?” he asked as he positioned himself above me,

I nodded,

I was taken by surprise as he went in fast. The pain and pleasure all at once was too much and I could feel my eyes roll as he paused inside me.

“Ok?” he questioned through a pant.

I choked out a “Yes” before he began to pound into me again. He was so deep inside me I almost passed out from pleasure. His thickness hitting the sides of pussy and giving me tingles every time he thrusted into me.

“You’re so...big, daddy” I panted as he put a hand on the headboard and hissed.

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby” he groaned as he felt my pussy clench around his cock.

His other hand pinning my arm above my head, slowly he worked his way down to my breasts, he flicked my nipple hard as he landed a thrust and I let out a gasp.

“I’m…close” I choked out as he the thrusting began to get faster and harder.

Sweat formed on his forehead and the curls stuck to his forehead as he let out another groan,

“We’re going to cum together [Y/N], when I say I want you to let it all out and cum for your daddy ok”

I was so wrecked I just let out a small “Ok” before he carried on with the fast pace for a few more seconds.

“Now” he hissed as he did the hardest and longest thrust. I felt a warmth fill me up as I orgasmed.

“Fuck…fuck” Henry swore as he dropped his hand from the headboard and ran a hand through his hair.

I was a mess, cum was falling out of pussy, his and mine and I stared up at him with glazed eyes.

I moved my body, trying to wiggle out from under his thighs.

He put a hand on my neck but not tightly,

“I’m not done with you yet”

“D..d-da-daddy…” I  found myself nearly sobbing the word out.

Before I had a second to even think his cock was in me again, my pussy barely taking his cock.

My breathing quickly turned to panting and after minutes with a fast pace without warning, he slowed, and slipped his cock out of me moving it down lower and massaging the tip of his cock against my ass cheeks. And despite the fact that hole was so much tighter, the moisture from my pussy had gone down to it and slipped straight in,

“Daddy no, daddy no! Good girls don’t do it there!” I whined.

But then he looked at me, pausing, locking eyes with me,

“Look at me sweetheart, do you remember your safeword?” he asked in a serious tone as he grabbed my jaw, i nodded, “What is it?” he asked, his voice gravelly, “[Y/N], answer me.”

“Pepper” I said in a quiet voice, and he smiled letting my jaw go,

“Good girl, and are you using it now?.” he said watching me, I shook my head,

“No daddy, I’m not.”

Henry nodded,

“Alright, then we’re going to keep going baby girl.” He said, barely letting me nod my head before he began pushing his thick cock into my ass again. This time he didn’t tease me. With each thrust, I gasped, almost jerking from him naturally, and whimpering as I felt him pull back and tighten his grip on my hair.

The pain was like a sharp burn, and it was worse when he moved your cock. He leaned forward, pulling half out of me and spitting a string of saliva, letting it land between my ass cheeks before rolling his hips again.

“Thank you daddy,” i panted, it hurt slightly less now as I adjusted to his thickness.

“You’re doing so good baby…” he said in a own breathy pant as I let out a soft moan, “You’re going to make daddy cum so fucking hard in that pretty little ass, you’re doing so good, daddy is so proud of you,” he said in a whisper.

“Am I doing good daddy?” I asked in a cry as he slammed hard into me,

“God yes baby…” he moaned, “Do you want daddy to cum? Do you want me to fill up that tight little hole with all my hot cum?” he asked, looking down at me,

“Please daddy,” I whined, as he leaned down, kissing my lips hard as he rolled his hips up against me.

“I’m gonna cum [Y/N], fuck” he hissed, as I felt a shot of warmth inside of me as clung to my breasts roughly.

He kissed me again, hard, his lips were wet again mine and I moaned in pleasure.

Slowly, he broke apart,

“You did so fucking good baby, making daddy cum like that,” he said in a pant.

I smiled, leaning up and kissing him

“Thank you daddy” I said as he leaned back against the bed frame.

He fell onto the bed and pulled me to lay against his stomach, his firm arms around me

“You were so good for daddy” he said quietly into my hair.

I was just about to close my eyes when a thought suddenly came to me,

“Wait, I don’t have a shirt to wear anymore”

- this was my first time writing a fic let alone a smut one so feedback would be great!

[lils-writes-stuff]

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spencer reid x reader

Best years part eleven | part ten | part nine | part eight | part seven | part six | part five | part four | part three |part two |part one

Summary: a day so normal can turn on a dime so quick.

warnings: normal criminal minds things, torture, kidnapping, confession of undying love, angst 

A/N: based on season 7 episode 23; it’s a doozy and this is going to get good. 

 The morning seemed normal, nothing special about it really. It was a Saturday, a beautiful Saturday morning where Y/N thought nothing, particularly life-altering, would happen. 

 But, oh, was she wrong. Spencer was going to a convention with Penelope who didn’t want to go alone after her and Kevin’s breakup. Hotch was spending the day with his son and Beth, his girlfriend. JJ was spending the day with her son Henry while Will worked. And Derek was with Emily looking at her new house, who Y/N was supposed to meet but never did. 

 The day was so normal, she woke up at seven, got dressed, and went out for coffee and a muffin before going to meet Emily and Derek. Everything took a turn of fate when she walked out of the coffee shop, seeing the person she had no expectation of seeing that day. 

 Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as she made eye contact with Caroline’s sickeningly beautiful ones. She had a smile that played on her face that told Y/N she had already done something to her. 

 Y/N looked down to her half-empty coffee cup, horror washing over her face as she realized that the man who had made her drink (who she recognized but couldn’t place)  was the man from the diner. 

 She had been drugged and there was no way of getting out of it as her vision blurred and she watched as Caroline got closer.

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 “Thank you,” Emily said, grabbing the paper from the realtor as she exited the bottom of the house. 

 “Thanks.” Derek nodded to the man. 

 The two walked up the steps from the basement and onto the sidewalk. 

 “I don’t know,” Emily said, conflicted about her decision on the house.

 “Emily, what’s not to know? It’s a beautiful place,” Derek said, confused about Emily’s words. 

 “There are cracks in the foundation.” Emily turned to face Derek. Her face was ridden with hesitance about the home. 

 “Cracks can be fixed,” Derek replied. 

 “No, they can be hidden, they’re still there.” Her words were talking about the house but truly she was talking about herself. 

 “What, are you afraid the place is gonna fall down?” Derek asked her with a puzzled face.

 “I’m afraid it’s never gonna be as strong as it was,” Emily replied, still referring to herself.

 “Okay, somebody’s heart is not into it,” Derek stated, catching onto that this wasn’t really about the house anymore. “What’s going on?” 

 She let out a telling sigh. “I don’t know. When I first came here, I felt like I was home and now, it’s just an uphill battle.”

 Derek looked back at the house, thinking about what Emily was saying with intense thought. 

 “People kill for opportunities like these, am I crazy to pass it up?” She asked. 

 “Well, you gotta do what’s best for you,” Derek replied. She nodded, letting out a quiet ‘yeah’ and shoved the paper into her purse. 

 As the two began to walk down the street Emily thought back to Y/N. “Hey, I wonder where Y/N is? She doesn’t show up for something without telling someone.” Emily began to feel that gut feeling she gets when something was wrong. 

 “She’s probably with Pretty boy, two of them spending a day together,” Derek said not really concerned. 

 “No, he’s with Penelope, they’re at a sci-fi convention, that’s why I asked Y/N to come with us.” Emily pulled out her phone to call Spencer, but couldn’t as she got a call from Hotch. 

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 When Y/N woke up, she was cold, her body shaking from her drenched clothes that clung to her body. The next thing she noticed was that her hands were zip-tied to the sides of a bolted down metal chair. 

 Her eyes still heavy, she assessed her state and where she was. 

 “Loopy, I am very loopy.” Her words were mumbled as she didn’t feel a need to stay quiet. “An apartment.” That’s where she decided she was, the small empty room telling her that. It was mostly dark, a hanging light above her head being the only source of light.

 “Wow, for someone who is just starting to wake up, you are very observant.” A voice came from the shadows of the room. Caroline walked out, her tall figure had aged since Y/N had last seen her, she almost looked old. Her long brown hair had lost some of its volume but she still retained the beauty Y/N saw all those years ago. 

 “You’ve gotten old,” Y/N said, her eyes squinting as she looked at the new forming wrinkles on Caroline’s face. “Must be from all the stress of trying to stay hidden and the prison of course.” 

 “And you still have the attitude I remember,” Caroline laughed, enjoying the moment they were having. 

 “What do you want?” Y/N asked, not wanting to appease whatever moment she was having anymore. 

 “I think you know what I want.” Y/N had an idea, but she didn’t know if it was right. 

 Her to suffer, more than likely, her friends to suffer, sounds more probable. She probably needed to get off from watching her longest victim suffer again.  

 “I have some theories,” Y/N replied, her eyes meeting Caroline's. 

 “Ah, well then Ms. FBI-profiler, let’s hear these amazing theories.” Caroline pulled a chair from behind her. She sat in it backward, her legs draping over the sides. 

 “I rather keep them to myself.” Y/N was stalling now, hoping to God that someone would notice she’s missing and find her. 

 “You know, Honey-- do you still go by that, or have you grown out of it?” The nickname made Y/N want to puke, the sound of it coming from her lips bringing back many painful memories she had locked away. 

 “Things like that, are what are gonna get you hurt.” When the words left her lips, an electric jolt shocked Y/N in her side. The jolt was enough to send her doubling over in pain, but it wasn’t enough to cause major side effects.  

 Caroline laughed and stood up, clapping her hands together. 

 “That’s what I like to see!” She exclaimed as she walked closer to Y/N. She grabbed her face with her index finger and thumb, squeezing her cheeks enough to leave bruises. “And Honey, we’re just getting started.”

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 When the team arrived outside of the bank of the robbery, it was frantic. Cop cars, helicopters, swat, the whole get-up was there.

 JJ ran to Will, who was one of the responders to the robbery that was called in. His partner had been shot and killed, but all JJ was worried about was him. 

 “It’s definitely them,” Will said looking at Hotch. “I only saw the King and the Jack, but I figured the queen’s inside, too.” 

 Hotch was listening but he was looking around for Y/N. Spencer was doing the same, but his concern was higher than Hotch’s. 

 “The media’s calling them the Face Cards, seven bank robberies in seven months, they’ve killed one person in each robbery.” Hotch began walking to the swat cars and tent set up. “Has anyone talked to Y/N?” 

 “She was supposed to meet me and Derek at the house-showing this morning but never showed,” Emily answered then turned to Spencer. “We thought she could have been with you.”

 “No, I called her this morning before I left to meet Garcia, she said she was going to get a coffee before she met you.” Spencer was scared now Y/N didn’t do this. She would never go off without at least telling someone what she was even remotely doing.

 “Okay, going back to this case, serial killers who have a thirty-day cooling-off period and we’re only hearing about this now?” Emily asked, changing the subject to the case at hand. 

 Spencer was listening, but his thoughts kept going back to every word Y/N had said to him that morning. Going over it, over and over again. Nothing told him anything that would hint she would be leaving or doing something spontaneous.

 “Well, headquarters has always characterized them as robbers first, serial killers second,” Hotch replied to Emily’s question. 

 “No one kills seven people without serious psychopathic tendencies,” Spencer said, trying to stay somewhat focused on the case. 

 She’s probably fine, she’s probably fine, his gut was speaking louder than his brain that she wasn’t. 

 “I disagreed with the original assessment, I was overruled,” Hotch said looking at Spencer. He took note of the way he was nervously swaying and messing with his hands. That was one of his tells that something was bothering him. 

 “So why are we here?” Rossi asked Hotch.

 “Because crisis negotiation is overseas,” Hotch replied. 

 “What more do we know about them?” JJ asked. 

 “They’re organized, they’re efficient. Each strike lasts about two minutes.” Hotch turned and began walking again to the tent set up. 

 “They gotta be scouting the banks in advance,” Derek speculated. “Why haven’t we been able to I.D. them off of the surveillance footage?”

 They walked into the FBI on-scene command center where Penelope sat in front of a makeshift home base. 

 “They hack the security feed and turn off the cameras, both during the initial canvass and during the robbery, until the masks come back on, and then we’re allowed to watch.” Hotch stood behind Penelope, looking at all the screens with the footage. 

 “They’re using the hostages as human shields,” Rossi said, observing the way the hostages were lined up in front of the doors. 

 “This is the first time they’ve been interrupted. What went wrong?” JJ asked. 

 “It’s a big bank, it’s possible they weren’t about to round everybody up before someone triggered an alarm,” Emily answered with a theory. 

 “Why haven’t they cut the feed now that they’ve been cornered? Letting us see inside gives up a tactical advantage, they gotta know that.” Derek said, confused as to what their plan was.

 “They don’t seem to care,” Hotch said. 

 Spencer stopped all thoughts he had on this case when the words left Hotch’s mouth. 

 “She never cared about if people saw her it seemed.” Y/N said as the two sat over dinner. She was in a blue dress that complimented her skin and eyes so well, Spencer remembered. “She said she always loved to put on a show.” 

 “Reid?” JJ asked, pulling Spencer out of his memory. 

 “What?” He asked, not knowing what she had just said. 

 “I said they’re overconfident and arrogant and was wondering if you could relay onto that,” JJ said, repeating her words.

 “The, um, the face card masks could add to their narcissism,” he responded, recalling what he was thinking before his memory. “Their personas are the royalty of poker.” 

 “JJ and Prentiss look at past robberies, that’s gonna be our victimology, pull another analyst if you need to,” Hotch ordered, the two leaving the van to head back to Quantico. “Dave, I want you to handle negotiations, and Morgan, strategize tactical options with MPD.” They all nodded and left the room, Rossi staying along with Spencer. 

 “Reid, do you have any idea where Y/N is?” Hotch asked him, knowing this wasn’t normal for Y/N to not show up like this. 

 “I-I had a thought,” Spencer responded, nervous all a sudden that if he said this it would be true. “I think Caroline Roberts might have her.” 

 “How can you be so sure?” Hotch asked, unsure if that was true. 

 “Because when you said that these guys didn’t seem to care, I remembered something Y/N said about how Caroline liked to put on a show.” Y/N’s voice rang through his head, the words from that night repeating over and over. “She also would have the ability to control an operation like this, Y/N always said she had a thing for robbery.”

 “Who’s Caroline Roberts?” Rossi asked, looking between the two. 

 “The woman who tormented Y/N in college,” Hotch answered, knowing that there was no hiding it from Rossi anymore. “Garcia, can you track Y/N’s phone?” 

 “Yeah, of course,” Penelope’s voice was shaky as she began typing. She was worried about her friend. Y/N had told her what Caroline had done and if that’s where she was she didn’t want her to be hurt. 

 “Reid, do you think this Caroline woman had something to do with these robberies?” Rossi asked. He had no idea what was going on with Y/N’s past, but if it could help them with this case, he wanted to know everything. 

 “She could, but that’s only a hunch,” Spencer responded. 

 “Her phone’s sim card has been removed, I can’t track it,” Penelope said, a tear rolling down her cheek knowing that meant she was probably taken.

 “Reid, go back to Quantico to help JJ and Prentiss, I will let you know if anything comes in.” Hotch did not need Spencer here as Caroline showed up with Y/N, it didn’t take a profiler to see that Spencer would risk his life for Y/N. That is not something he needed today. 

 “But Hotch--” 

 “Now.” 

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 “Agh!” The jolt of the taser made Y/N scream again as it shocked her for what felt like the hundredth time. 

 “Tell me all about this new boy of yours Honey.” Caroline stood in front of Y/N with a hose she attached to a sink. “Tell me all about how much you love him.” 

 “How do you know that?” Y/N said, panting heavily from the jolt she had just received. 

 “That’s not the answer I was looking for.” Caroline turned the hose on and sprayed Y/N again. 

 Y/N was gasping as the water running all over her face and chest made her shiver.

 “I love him, yes I do.” Y/N said, just wanting the water to stop because she was freezing. She did not want to admit that to her, but that atser was really painful and she just wanted it to stop.  

 “See was that so hard,” Caroline said, talking to her like she was a child. “I just want some girl talk, you know like we used to have.” 

 “That’s not what you want.” Y/N muttered under her breath. 

 “Speak up Honey, you know I can’t stand when you mutter,” Caroline said, holding her hand around her ear. 

 “I said that’s not what you want, bitch.” The words were hard and cold as they left Y/N’s lips with hatred. “You want to watch me suffer and fall into pieces again, but I won’t let it happen. You’ve been sending me letters again, you’ve been watching me suffer from a distance for your own amusement.” Her voice was seething as she glared at the woman. 

 “Well, guess what, I will not let you break me again, ever.” She leaned forward in the chair, tugging on the restraints that were bound to create bruises. 

 Y/N was a woman now, who wasn’t afraid to tell Caroline off. She didn’t want her to have what she wanted. 

 “Are you sure about that? That I won’t get what I want, I mean,” Caroline laughed as she spoke. She walked over to the kitchen counter and grabbed an IPad. “I mean the letters I’ve been sending have been fun and all, but I needed to see you again. To watch as you collapse into a shell of who you were-” she took in a hiss of a breath- “well, I guess it’s who you’ve become.” 

 When she opened the IPad she pulled up to a live feed of what looked like a bank robbery. She pointed to a woman dressed in all black. “You see her? That’s my partner, I love her, well I love what she can get me really.” 

 “What can she get you?” Y/N asked. If she was here she might as well get as much information as she could. 

 “Well, she’s gotten me lots of money since her and her gang of robbers has gotten me,” Caroline explained. She pulled her chair closer to Y/N, so now they were face to face. “I am, well, I guess you could say their boss, but the two guys she works with don’t want to put a title on it. In fact, I think they think I don’t exist, crazy right?”

 “Crazy,” Y/N said with no emotion. 

 “They also don’t know that this whole thing is a set up for my partner and her boyfriend, who also works with us, to satisfy whatever need they have. I don’t even really care what that is to be honest. And for me to torture you again by making you watch your family suffer.” Caroline was laughing as she pulled the IPad back to her to look at the feed again. “Satisfying my needs.” 

 Y/N’s face filled with horror. “What?” She gritted her teeth with anger at her words. She wasn’t scared yet, her first instinct now being anger instead of fear like it used to be. 

 “I said, my team will get yours to suffer so I can make you watch, and then I am either going to kill you or you can join me in my escapade,” Caroline continued. 

 Y/N shook her head, tears of rage falling down her face. “No-no, I will not let you do that.” Her voice was thick and full of determination. “They will find you, they will.”

 She leaned forward again, with much more force that she hoped it would break the restraints or move the chair. “Do not touch them.” 

 “Yeah, not so sure I’m going to listen to you on that one,” Caroline said, sucking in a breath. She got up from her chair and walked over to a camera in the corner. She pulled it closer and turned it on. A flashing red light appeared and Caroline walked back into the frame. 

“Say hi to your friends Y/N!” She said, her voice happy as she waved to the camera. Y/N had tears rolling down her cheeks as she looked at the camera, a pleading look on her face. 

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 “In six robberies no one’s been able to build a sketch of the unsubs before they put their masks on,” Emily said to Spencer and JJ as she read some of the files. “These witness descriptions are all over the map.” 

 “Probably because of the trauma suffered inside,” JJ said looking at Emily. 

 Spencer sat with a marker as he worked on the map, his mind not being able to focus completely as he thought more and more about Y/N. God he felt so stupid, he had o focus and all he could do was think about her. 

 “Reid, what you got?” Emily asked when she noticed Spencer had stopped writing on the map. 

 “Uh, I-I've noticed that they’ve been zig-zagging north and south but in a relative straight pattern from Washington, D.C.,” Spencer said. His words were stuttered as he tried to focus on what was in front of him. The two women noticed but didn’t mention it yet. 

 “This is the largest bank they’ve hit, before today, it’s just been small branches in rural communities,” JJ said. 

 “So today was always a part of their plan but why the nation’s capital?” Emily asked, her pen pointing to Spencer’s map. “To make a statement?”

 Spencer tried to think more into it as his mind overlapped stuff with what Y/N had told him about Caroline and their victimology of the case. He was currently coming up with nothing, but that was because he had only gotten through half of the information in his head.

 But for all he knew, Caroline had nothing to do with this and Y/N could be lying in a ditch dead from something else. Okay, so that wasn’t very probable, but he was so annoyed with the fat of not knowing, he lost rational thought about it.  

 “I pulled schematics from the previous banks,” Kevin Lynch said walking into the room with some blueprints. “This is the first one with the metal detectors, maybe that’s what went wrong.” 

 “No, they cased the branches too well in advance. They’d know to be ready for them,” Emily said, debunking Kevin’s theory. “These are takeover robberies. No faces, no passing notes, no prints. They’re professionals.”

 “Hey, there is something all these robberies have in common,” JJ said, bringing the attention to her. “The queen’s the only one who pulls the trigger.” 

 Spencer was pulled back into another memory of something Y/N had told him. 

 “She always said, ‘Y/N, the woman has all the power, they can pull the trigger if they have the right mindset, anytime they want, it’s how we are made.’”

 They all sat quietly again and began to work. When Kevin had left the room, JJ and Emily looked at each other before turning to Spencer. 

 “Spence, what’s up?” JJ asked, concern evident in her voice.. 

 “Y/N.” He said with a sad voice. 

 The two women looked at each other confused, not understanding what he meant. 

 “Spencer, I’m gonna need you to elaborate on that. What about Y/N.” JJ’s voice was motherly like she was speaking to a small child. That’s how Spencer felt about this, small and helpless.

 “I think she’s been kidnapped by whoever is controlling this,” Spencer explained, finally looking about at the two. 

 Spencer knew he couldn’t hide this if it meant they could stop the madness inside the bank. 

 “What do you mean?” Emily asked, confused about what Spencer knew. Her question made him irritated because all he had right now was speculation on the matter. 

 “When Y/N was in college, she was mentally tortured by a woman who took her under her wing named Caroline Roberts,” Spencer explained as he looked up to JJ and Emily. 

 “Mentally tortured? Like, she verbally abused her?” JJ asked, not fully understanding. 

 “She would torture Y/N’s friends and convince them it was either Y/N’s fault or they did it to themselves. Y/N couldn’t handle watching people she cared for getting hurt, so she isolated herself from the rest of the world, no friends, no boyfriends, and she limited conversations with her mom and best friend so Caroline couldn’t find them,” Spencer explained. His voice raised with annoyance with the woman who did this to her. 

 The information JJ and Emily received overwhelmed them. Spencer just spat it out, but he didn’t care if it meant saving the woman he loved, he would say it. 

 “Well, how do you know she’s behind this?” Emily asked. 

 “Because I remember every conversation we had about Caroline, and there are things happening here that line up with things she would tell Y/N.” Spencer jabbed his finger into the table aggressively as he got irritated. It wasn’t completely true, he needed confirmation on it because for all he knew she was lying in a ditch.

  Stop thinking that Spencer.  

 “Spence, this is good, what you remember might help us solve this,” JJ said, her hand grabbing his bicep. 

 “So when we say something that reminds you of it, tell us, okay?” Emily said looking at Spencer. 

 He nodded. God, he felt so helpless. He felt like he couldn’t do anything to save Y/N, but he promised her he wouldn’t let Caroline hurt her, and he intended to keep that promise. 

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 “All right Honey, you ready to shine,” Caroline said walking behind Y/N. “If you say anything about what I told you, I will kill them faster than you can say my name, understand?” 

 Y/N nodded, too tired from being jolted again and again to muster up the voice to speak. She knew they were lies, Caroline wouldn’t kill them without making her watch them suffer first. Having her see them panic as they looked for her or watch as she was tortured. She couldn’t do it, it wasn’t who she was. 

 When the video became live, a link appeared on Penelope’s computer. Curious she clicked on it on another screen, keeping the ongoing investigation on the one directly in front of her. 

 She gasped as she saw Y/N on the screen. Her hair was wet and clinging to her face, her light blue shirt was stretched from all the water and almost see-through, her black jeans were dripping at the hems, and she was barefoot. 

 “Sir, I found Y/N,” Penelope said, bringing Hotch’s attention away from Strauss and to her computer screen. A tear rolled down Penelope’s cheek as she watched the woman she recognized as Caroline take a taser to her back. 

 Y/N’s back arched as she tried to pull away from the pain. She let out a cry of pain, this one being the worst pain she’s felt yet. 

 “I said to say hi to you technical analyst Y/N,” Caroline barked at Y/N. “What’s her name? Isn’t it Penelope? I noticed she had put tabs on me, your doing I assume.”

 “Oh god,” Penelope cried as she watched Y/N and heard her name. 

 “Garcia, can you track this?” Hotch asked, rushed as he leaned next to her. 

 Garcia began typing furiously on her computer, trying to triangulate where the video was coming from. “No, sir, it says it’s coming from inside the bank, I think she connected the feed to the banks so we couldn’t track it.” 

 Y/N screamed again as Caroline shoved the taser to her side. Hotch and Penelope winced as they watched her scream. 

 “Hi, Penelope.” Y/N panted, tears spilling out of her eyes from the pain. She wasn’t going to lose, her competitive nature wouldn’t allow it.

 But damn, that taser hurt, even after she had turned it down.  

 Caroline laughed again. “Now tell your unit chief you can’t come to the scene.” 

 “Hotch, I can’t make it into work today…” Y/N trailed off. She was panting and becoming really tired again. Caroline stalked over to the hose picking it up and spraying Y/N to keep her awake. 

 Y/N gasped as the cold water hit her stomach. 

 “Continue please,” Caroline said, turning off the hose. 

 “I can’t make it because this bitch is too much of a coward to work her own unit in the field as you do.” Y/N knew that her telling Hotch that Caroline was their leader would get her in trouble, but if it meant helping them she would do it.

 “You little--” Caroline grabbed the taser again and put it against Y/N again. Y/N screamed but then laughed when it was over. Adrenaline mixed with some anger was fueling her words. “What’s so funny?” 

 “They’re gonna stop this,” Y/N sang a laugh taking over her at the end. She sounded loopy and almost crazy with the way she was singing her words. “And Honey, believe me Spencer will know what to do.” She hoped Spencer would remember the time she told him about the nickname, praying he would know where to find her,   

 “How? We have this all planned out.” Caroline crossed her arms over her chest. 

 Hotch, Strauss, and Penelope watched the scene intently as if it was a movie. 

 “Because they’re smart and they know how to.” The kick of adrenaline was wearing off now, and her eyelids become heavy again. 

 “Okay, we’re done for now,” Caroline said walking over to the camera and turning it off. 

 “No,” Penelope said as if she could be heard. “We-we can’t show Reid that.” 

 “We have too, he might know what she meant,” Hotch said, pulling out his phone to call Spencer.

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 Caroline squatted in front of Y/N, grabbing her chin she lifted it harshly to have her look at her. “I’m giving you a break, for now.” 

 “Wow, how nice of you, why?” Y/N’s words were slurred from her exhaustion. 

 “You’re gonna need your strength for when your boyfriend gets there, so you can tell him how you feel before he dies,” She said with a chuckle. 

 Y/N’s stomach churned at the thought of her hurting Spencer. Her face red with anger, she said through gritted teeth, “They’re gonna stop this.”

 “Damn Y/N, when will you learn, the good guys don’t always win,” Caroline said, moving from her squatting position to standing. She gripped the hair on the top of Y/N’s head, pulling her head back to have her look at her. “One of your cops shot one of the brothers, so there’s no telling what’s going to happen now, so just you wait.” 

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 Hotch stood with Rossi outside of the bank as they called in to let them know a medic was on his way in. 

 “Why hasn’t anyone come in yet?” The king, now identified as Chris said to Rossi on the phone. 

 “We’re sending in the medic now, Chris. Tell Oliver help is on the way,” Rossi said, identifying the two men to let them know they had their identity.

 “Hurry.” Chris hung up the phone.

 Rossi, Derek, and Hotch stood watching the live footage from the post outside. After Identifying the two men, the queen took off her mask and looked directly into the camera. They watched as Green, the medic agent, entered Oliver collapsed. 

 “This is not good, Aaron,” Rossi said.

 “Morgan, tell Green to make a move before Chris does,” Hotch ordered Derek. 

 “Green, you gotta go, Green, go,” Derek said into his mic. 

 Green leaned up from over Oliver now dead body, reaching into his bag for his gun. Before he could get a shot off, Chris’ anger struck and shot Green right in the chest, then one right in his head.

 They all stood in disbelief shaking their heads. 

 Back at Quantico, Spencer rushed down to Penelope’s office where Kevin was. Hotch called him and told him they had gotten a video feed from Caroline of Y/n.

 With every step he took, he felt lighter. Knowing there was a video gave him hope and almost felt like security.  

 “Kevin, Hotch said you have a video of Y/N,” Spencer said, leaning down to look at the screen. His voice shook with anticipation and order.  

 “Yeah, uh, let me just skip to the part--” Kevin began running the mouse over the video bar but Spencer stopped him. 

 “Don’t skip, I need to watch the whole thing,” Spencer told him. 

 “I don’t know if you want too,” Kevin said looking at Spencer sympathetically. 

 “I need to, Kevin.” 

 He didn’t care if she was yelling at him that she hated him, he needed to see the woman he loved. He knew what it was like to be tortured like this and he didn’t want her to go through two days of pain and suffering like he did. He hated that thought. He hated it so much that he almost wanted to throw up. 

 Kevin sighed and clicked play. Spencer watched with horror as Y/N screamed in pain. Tears filled his eyes as he watched his love in pain. He wanted to throw up now, and his hand was ready to reach for a trash can to do so. 

  “They’re gonna stop this,” Y/N sang a laugh taking over her at the end. “And Honey, believe me Spencer will know what to do.”

 When the name Honey left Y/N’s lips, Spencer was sucked back into another memory. 

 “She called me Honey, a mock to my southern background I always thought. But the first time she called me it was when I moved into a new apartment, and she was still being nice at this time.” 

 His feeling of nausea went away as he now knew where she was and that gave him a good feeling. 

 “An apartment, that’s where she is,” Spencer said, wiping the stray tears that he let fall. “Kevin I need you to look up apartments or properties, things like that, bought in the name Caroline Roberts.” 

 Kevin began typing on the computer, all different receipts popping up on the screen. None showing any apartments or properties in her name. 

 “There’s nothing man, I’m sorry,” Kevin said as he came up with nothing. 

 Spencer wanted to throw something. He wasn’t mad at Kevin, he wasn’t, he was furious at Caroline and himself. She probably used a fake name, a stolen card or she’s in an abandoned building. So many thoughts were circling his mind it made him want to pull his hair out.   

 Why didn’t he just stay with her this morning? That could’ve prevented all of this. He felt helpless, and all he wanted to do was hold Y/N in his arms, but he couldn’t. 

 His brain raked through everything he was told about Caroline. How she had to have the satisfaction of watching someone suffer, how she had to watch her victim fall apart. That’s when he knew. 

 “There’s gotta be more. She’s going to give us another message.”     

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 Emily had received a call from Clyde Easter, giving her some information on the mystery woman. Easter informed her that she had been a part of robberies back while Emily was in Paris she had heard about, but the woman had no partners. 

 “What if the smaller banks were training runs for the Stratton brothers?” Rossi asked. Spencer, JJ, and Emily were still back at Quantico while Hotch, Rossi, and Morgan were still at the scene. 

 “Well, it could be. She took two relatively amateur thugs and turned them into an elite team of efficient robbers,” Derek said.  

 “And don’t forget, we found out from Y/N that Caroline Roberts is the head of the operation,” Hotch added. “She could have helped the female unsub train the Stratton brothers.”

 “But why? To turn them into patsies?” Emily asked, confused. 

 “All right, so let’s look at it. Up until now they’ve been highly organized, striking only on deposit days when the most amount of cash is on hand,” JJ said, verbally having them take a step back to look at the whole picture.  

 “But today’s different, it’s their first Saturday hit, where families are present, more foot traffic throughout the day, and their leader has taken someone captive who is a federal agent,” Spencer said, his voice cracking when he spoke about Y/N. 

 “It’s a riskier attack,” Will spoke. 

 “We should consider the media attention, too,” Hotch said, looking at Will. “It’s the first time they’ve had an audience.” 

 “That might be why the female unsub is so vain, she wants to look good for the cameras,” Emily posed. 

 “She searches the bank but doesn’t actually look for a means of escape,” Rossi stated confused as he watched the footage of the woman walking around the bank. “She appears to be almost enjoying the situation.”

 “We know the brothers are in it for the money, but what are Caroline and the mystery woman in it for?” Hotch asked.  

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 Y/N gasped as the cold water hit her face. Her eyes shot open and met Caroline’s, who was holding a bucket that she filled with water. 

 “Rise and shine Honey,” she said with a sickening smile. “My people are trying to get out, they’re getting a little antsy. And get this Chris, one of the guys, he thinks he’s in charge.” She laughed at her words. Caroline was trying to make conversation, her sadistic way of torture being that she would act like a friend than an enemy.

 “Haha, that’s funny,” Y/N said, giving a fake laugh. She knew Caroline liked to pull the strings from behind the curtain. It was her way of getting whatever she wanted.

 “Your team I believe has also discovered that my partner has an accomplice in the bank, took them long enough. They’ve found out that we wanted them there.” She was laughing as though saying it took them long enough.

 “Wait, there’s another one?” Y/N asked, confused. She had no idea Caroline would work with so many people that could take control. 

 She nodded her head as the response to the question. 

 “It’s gonna be a huge blast watching them, well, be a part of a blast,” Caroline said, revealing that she had more planned than Y/N initially thought. 

 “No, they’ll find out, they will.” Y/N shook her head furiously, tears streaming down her face again. She had given up on trying to stop them. 

 This was the first step of her unraveling. She had given up on trying to stop tears and her body was just falling into every word she said. This was not what she wanted to happen, she needed to fight back.

 “Yeah, I don’t think so.” Caroline placed her hands on her hips. A pout on her face as she looked at Y/N with fake sympathy.  

 “Okay-” Caroline rubbed her hands together as she got excited for what was to come next- “It’s time!” 

 “Time for what?” Y/N asked, not amused by her excitement. 

 “Time for you to confess your feelings for Spencer of course,” She scoffed in disbelief that Y/N would even ask such a question. She brought the IPad back over to pull up the live video feed. 

 Y/N watched as what looked like Will enter the building. “Will?” 

 “Is that his name? I didn’t know, JJ’s husband though right?” Caroline asked looking at Y/N who didn’t respond but watch the screen intently. 

 “Well, he shot Chris’ brother Oliver, so this should end well,” Caroline said excitedly. 

 “No, no, stop this, Caroline he has a son, a beautiful son, don’t let him hurt Will.” Y/N’s voice hadn’t been so pleading yet. She couldn’t dare watch as the love of JJ’s life and the father of her son die. She knew Caroline deep down inside her had some morals, for what she didn’t quite know but she knew it was there.  

 “Yeah, can’t do that.” 

 Y/N kept pleading her voice cracking as tears fell down her face. He has a vest on, he has a vest on, she repeated in her head. Will walked in with his hands up, Chris pointing the gun at him as he entered.

 “Let these people go,” Will said to Chris. 

 “All right, you, you and you-” Christ pointed to a woman and two children. “The kids, get out.” The mom and two kids ran out of the bank. 

 Y/N let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She was relieved that the kids got out safe. 

 “Hey, what’s your name?” Chris asked Will. He had lowered his gun by his side by now, but Will still kept his arms up. 

 “William LaMontagne Jr., MPD,” Will answered. Chris looked back to the woman before smiling in a mocking way. 

 The next moments played in slow motion as Chris turned back around and shot Will. 

 “No!” Y/N cried. He has a vest on, he has a vest, she kept saying to herself. The video feed then cut out as Will fell to the ground. 

 “Oh, that sucks,” Caroline winced.

 “JJ, I’m so sorry,” Y/N whispered to herself. She was apologizing like how she used to in college. That was Caroline’s know that she was getting into Y/N’s head.

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 “How’s JJ?” Spencer asked Penelope over the phone. He was with Kevin in Penelope’s office in Quantico still, everyone else at the scene. 

 “It’s bad, Reid,” Penelope responded. Not only was Spencer worried sick about Y/N but now his best friend’s husband could be dead. 

 “I should be, we’ve learned everything we can from here,” Spencer said as he began to pace around the room. 

 He wanted to throw up again. There had been no word on Y/N since the video and his mind was thinking the worse. No one could go look for her because one: all teams were deployed to help with the bank. And two: because they had no idea where she could be. 

  He was really trying to get rational thought back, he really was, but it was hard. He was in love with her and all rational thoughts are clouded by his overwhelming desire to hold her. He needed to do it, to smell her shampoo, to feel her soft skin, and to kiss her lips. 

 “No, you can help more by helping me and your brain works faster than mine,” Penelope said, typing on her computer swiftly. “And Hotch told you to stay there remember?”

 “Yeah, but seeing what’s going on outside doesn’t help us inside, or finding Y/N.” Spencer’s eyes went to the TV with the news on.

 Spencer could hear Penelope’s shrug of sympathy. He could feel the pout she was giving, and it only made him feel worse.  

 “Kevin, can you pull up the surveillance feed prior to Will being shot?” Spencer asked, trying to stay focused on the task at hand. That was really difficult.  

 “Sure, what are we looking for?” Kevin asked as he began to pull it up. 

 “The female unsub disappeared once before if she wasn’t looking for an escape--” 

 “Reid, you need to see this,” Penelope cut Spencer off. 

 Popping up on Kevin’s computer was a now live feed, but not of the bank. It was Y/N sitting in the chair of the apartment she was being held captive in.

 “Garcia, is this live?” Spencer asked getting closer to the screen as he saw Y/N scream when Caroline put the taser to her back again. He winced as he watched her cry. All he wanted to do was reach through the screen to save her. 

 “Yes, it is.” Penelope’s voice was cracking from her tears.

“Say it,” Caroline sneered, grabbing Y/N by the back of her hair and pulling her head back to look at the camera. “Tell him what you’ve been so afraid to say because of me.” 

 “I love you.” Her voice was thick as she tried not to cry and she was panting from the pain still.

 Spencer stood speechless, that wasn’t what he was expecting to hear. Not at a time like this at least. 

 This isn’t how she wanted to do it, not at all. She wanted to tell him while they sat and read, or when they laid in bed at night and talked into the early morning hours, she didn’t want to tell him like this. 

 “Oh come on you can do better than that.” Caroline’s words were seething and evil as she enjoyed watching the woman battle with her emotions. “Tell him all about how you feel, because if you don’t you won’t be able to repeat it again.” 

 They were empty threats, Y/N knew that Caroline wouldn’t kill her yet.

 Y/N breathed in deeply, a fatal attempt to compose herself before she spoke. “I love you, Spencer Reid. I love you more than anything I could ever love. I love how you know exactly what I’m thinking when I can’t express myself. I love how you hold my hand when you can tell I’m nervous. I love-” she choked up as her tears began to roll down her flushed cheeks.

  “I love how when you get excited you overly talk with your hands. The way you smile when you talk about a book, makes my heart soar. When you make me a cup of coffee in the morning, I know that’s how I want to spend every morning until I die. I love the thought of you holding our children and teaching them how to read. I love the thought of you holding me while I cry over how stressed I am with work and kids and you telling me everything’s going to be okay. I can’t even breathe at the thought of not loving you, because I-I never thought I would have or need someone like you before. Everyone talks about their great love. I never thought I would have one, but you’re it, Spencer. You’re my great love.” 

 When she finished, her eyes were filled with tears that she tried to keep at bay until the end. Finally, she released them. She was shaking, not only from the sobs raking her body but because she was cold. Her wet hair on her neck made her shiver as Caroline let it go. She knew that Caroline wanted more, she always did, and when she did that is when she would tell Spencer about the bomb.  

 Spencer watched the live feed. His own eyes welling up with tears. 

 “Spencer.” Penelope’s voice was quiet and sad as her voice was heard over the phone.

 “We have to find her.” He was pacing, hand grabbing the back of his head, breathing heavily. “She’s gonna be okay, she’s strong, she won’t be beaten,” he muttered the words under his breath. 

 “Anything else, Honey?” Caroline asked Y/N, she was squatted in front of Y/N. 

 “Spence, I’m sorry, you got to stop them you’ve gotta- she’s got a -” a Harsh slap cut her off. She was trying to tell him something and Caroline wasn’t going to allow it.  Caroline stood up and turned off the camera, the feed becoming static again.

 “No,” Spencer’s voice cracked as Caroline shut the camera off. “Kevin pull up the videos of the female unsub.”

 Spencer stared at the blueprints of the building, following the path the female unsub was on from the videos. “She was following the electrical lines…” he finally knew what was about to happen. “Gas mains. Oh, no.” 

 “Garcia, get them out of there!” Spencer exclaimed to Penelope over the phone. 

 Penelope, Strauss, and Rossi ran out of the van. Rossi yelled into his watch to abort. 

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 Caroline held the screen of the live feed she was able to get off the bank. Y/N watched as some of the agents walked in. 

 “No, no,” she whispered tears rolling down her cheeks. An explosion was heard and the feed cut out. “No!”

 “Now we’re getting somewhere.”   

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