#cause we all have fake dating in our files

[mercutio-the-velaryon]

Love limoreau ff writers feels like a group of delusional people saying "yes exactlyyyyyyyy" at each other

[thechaoticdruid]

[This Bites] 7

Astarion x F! Chubby MC

Plot: Winnie and Astarion attend the carnival in hopes to get information on a certain mysterious modder.

Content/Warnings: Violence, touching without consent, clowns, a special guest, death threats, near death experience, choking.

Chapter 6: Here

Chapter 8: NEXT

The screams of people riding the roller coaster filled the air. Winnie held Astarion’s hand as the group walked across the carnival grounds. Astarion who'd been rather enthusiastic about going, now seemed rather unsure. Winnie assumed he was more excited about going on a date than the date itself.  Astarion’s hand tightened around Winnie’s as they passed a rather eerily looking clown who was putting on a show for some children, juggling sparklers. His eyes looked over to them for a split second. Winnie shook her head and decided to ignore the strange person and focus on what she came for. 

“So erm…. Anthony I was really wondering if you could maybe help me. Becca said you're a modder and you might know  the person who made this BG3 cheat engine.” Winnie took out her phone and showed him a screenshot of the cheat engine file she took with her laptop. 

“Hm ... .Oh yeah I chatted with him before over discord.” Anthony replied, not looking back at the short female, too distracted by all the sights and sounds.

 “Babe, look! A haunted house, let's go!” Becca exclaimed as she took hold of her boyfriend’s arm.

“Oh alright I'll come with so you don't get scared” Anthony winked at Becca before taking her arm.

“I don't know what you're talking about, you're the one always getting scared.” Becca teased back before looking at Winnie. “Come on Wyn! Let's go!” 

“Yeah okay.” Winnie replied.

“So we're going to hunt for spirits?”Astarion hummed.

“No. It's not real. Just people in costumes jumping out from behind the corner to scare people.” Winnie explained.

“Oh? Well that's considerably more boring.” Astarion huffed. 

“Hey, don't hate on our fun! We don't have magic and dragons like you do back home.” Winnie playfully punched him in the shoulder. 

“Very well let's go then.” Astarion smirked and followed Winnie towards the ‘haunted house’ ride.  The attraction was set up to where you'd get  and ride through a fake haunted house. Winnie and Astarion sat behind Anthony and Becca as the car slowly moved along. For the most part the vampire was unimpressed. Being much too perceptive he could always tell when someone was about to jump out.  

“Hmm…That's a poor hiding spot.” Astarion mused as he noticed a man in a bloody pig costume hiding in the shadows.  The man jumped up causing Anthony and Becca to scream. Astarion stared boredly, an arm wrapped around Winnie’s waist as she tensed up, startled.  The vampire caressed his beloved's back comfortingly. He honestly relished the thought of taking a protective role. It made him feel strong, valued, like he had a purpose. 

“Oh now he's just lying on the floor, tut tut tut. You can do better than that.” Astarion tsked before a man in bloody clothes leapt up and screamed at the cart.  The vampire rolled his eyes before looking back at Winnie. She didn't scream at the attempts to scare them like Becca and Anthony did, but she would tense up or flinch.   Astarion leaned in and whispered in Winnie’s ear, “There’s another idiot hiding behind that door over there.” 

Suddenly a man in caked in white costume makeup with fangs and fake blood all over his face jumped out from behind the door hissing and getting way too close to Winnie’s face for the pale elf's liking. Astarion’s eyes narrowed a bit before he punched the ‘vampire’ in the jaw.  

“Why the hell did you do that for?” Winnie asked, looking at Astarion in confusion.

“He was getting on my nerves and he got far too close for my liking.” Astarion huffed.

“You can't just punch people because you want to! You're going to get us in trouble.” Winnie said with a look of worry. 

“Don’t fret love, I’ll handle any ire that comes our way.” Astarion replied.

“That's what worries me.” Winnie rolled her eyes. 

“Sweetheart, everything worries you.” Astarion sassed. Winnie pouted as the carts came to a stop outside the haunted house. They got out and Winnie silently thanked God that somehow miraculously Becca and Anthony missed Astarion's little outburst.

 The group walked away from the attraction as Astarion glanced over to see that creepy clown from before. He began clinging on to Winnie as he glared at painted face fool.

“It's just a guy in make-up Star.” Winnie said, running a hand over his back comfortingly. Astarion huffed a bit as they kept walking, the clown disappearing amongst the crowd of people.

“It's hideous.” Astarion murmured quietly.

“So Winnie I have a question, how did you and Star meet?” Becca turned to Winnie with a curious look. 

“Oh you know…We…um���” Winnie tried to think up something quickly.

“My darling and I met at the beach. I needed some assistance fending off this disgusting beast.” 

“It…was a really big crab.” Winnie added, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. 

“It was monstrous, but Winnie smashed the little wretch with a boulder, my sweet little hero.” Astarion hummed before looking at Winnie fondly. 

“It was a very small boulder.” 

“Well that's…..interesting.” Anthony hummed as he and Becca stared at them awkwardly, clearly thinking their story was ridiculous. 

“AH LOOK BUMPER CARS!!!” Winnie said, trying to change the subject as she pointed at the ride. 

“Ooh that actually looks fun.” Astarion said as his red eyes trailed over the scene of people smashing into each other. 

“How about we have a little playful competition against the ladies?” Anthony suggested as he looked over at Astarion. 

“Oh, you two are on!” Becca exclaimed and grabbed Winnie’s arm, “come on Wyn let's go kick some ass!”  Becca dragged Winnie off before she could  comment and Astarion rolled his eyes and followed after Anthony.

Eventually the two pairs got separated in the line with at least ten people between them. Winnie looked back, worried about Astarion doing something chaotic while she wasn't within range to intervene.

Astarion glanced back in her direction, he wasn't exactly torn up about their separation, but he would have much preferred trying this activity with Winnie instead of Anthony whom he knew nothing about.  Anthony looked Astarion over for a moment before he spoke. 

“So…Winnie seems nice.” He hummed aloud. 

“She is absolutely wonderful, my Winnie.” Astarion hummed with a content smile. 

“Okay…I mean she's not around bro. You don't have to go all out.” Anthony chuckled.

“All out? I mean every word.” Astarion huffed, “don’t you feel the same about your Becca? She seems very taken with you.”

“She's aight. Pretty hot and good in bed.” Anthony said nonchalantly.

“Oh, well lucky you then.” Astarion rolled his eyes. Meanwhile Winnie was standing with Becca, looking back at the others with a nervous gaze. 

“Maybe we should see if we can squeeze into line with the boys…So we don't get separated?”

“Nah it's fine, there should be enough bumper cars for them to join us.” Becca stated, her eyes looking over Winnie curiously observing her gaze. 

“You're staring at him.~” The redhead said in a sing-songy tone.

“He has a tendency to get into trouble.” Winnie said honestly. 

“You sure you're not just disappointed he's not glued to your side like normal?” She teased. 

“You act like he's hanging on me 24/7.” Winnie chuckled.

“Isn't he? Whenever I've seen you two he follows you around like a lost puppy.”

“You've seen us together like twice before today.”

“And I have amazing intuition. So…Have you two….you know…?” Becca smirked.

“I'm not having this conversation.” Winnie rolled her eyes.

“Whaaat? I was just gonna ask if you two had kissed! Don't be weird about it!” The redhead teased making Winnie turn bright red.

After a few minutes they climbed into the cars. The bumper cars were brightly colored and had both a driver and passenger seat in each of them.

Becca and Winnie got into one, Becca in the driver's side and Winnie in the passenger seat. However before they could even get buckled up, they were slammed into by Anthony and Astarion.  Astarion smirked mischievously as his fingers curled around the steering wheel.

“Star!? What the hell?” Winnie hissed.

“Sorry darling, I've never controlled one of these things before aha!” Astarion giggled with a mischievous grin.

“Oh it's on! Let's get him back!” Becca exclaimed, steering the bumper right into the guys. The group giggled and teased each other as their cars would collide. Despite the fun eventually Winnie had to usher their little group away when her vampiric partner began to slam the car into some obnoxious children. (One whom so rudely exclaimed “out of the way old lady!”) 

Once the four had left the ride Astarion slipped back beside Winnie. Anthony seemed to follow after Astarion however. 

“So…Make a new friend?” Winnie asked glancing over at Astarion and Anthony. 

Astarion wrapped an arm around Winnie and pulled her off away from Anthony until the two of them were out of earshot.

“Friend isn't quite the right word I believe, but nevermind that while I was alone with him in line he mentioned that the creator of your modification lived nearby in some city called Varamont.” 

“Varamont? That's like a five hour drive from here.” Winnie rubbed her temples. “I'm not sure I could stand riding for that long on my bike.” Winnie said with a sigh.

“Come on Winnie we're going into the mirror maze!” Becca called as she and Anthony caught up with the two. 

“I think I'll sit this one out actually.” Astarion spoke up. 

“Ah yeah…He gets a bit claustrophobic!” Winnie added. 

“You ladies go on in then. I wanted to get some food anyway.” Anthony piped up. 

“Okay….” Winnie said as Becca dragged her off into the mirror maze. Winnie followed after her reluctantly as her friend continued to talk her ears off about mundane things. They had a lead on where ShadowMommy69 was. Things were going well. So why did Winnie have this gnawing feeling something bad was going to happen? 

She sighed as her and Becca walked through the maze occasionally bumping into a mirror once and a while.  “Becca…Is everything okay with Anthony? I mean he is your boyfriend but it seems…like he's avoiding you.” 

“Anthony can be a bit reserved, but he's really a sweetheart.” Becca replied. Winnie frowned, Anthony didn't seem to have any problem hanging out with Astarion. She wasn't quite sure he was a good match for Becca. As much as she admired her friend, Becca had a bad track record when it came to dating. Winnie could recall that the redhead's last girlfriend apparently maxed her credit card and her parents had to help her with the debt. She really didn't have the best judge of character when it came to romantic partners. Not that Winnie could really talk considering her first boyfriend was a bloodthirsty undead creature of the night, but at least Astarion payed attention to her. A little too much sometimes. That wasn't his fault though. The man barely had anything to do while he was cooped up all day to avoid the sun's rays. 

As Winnie and Becca continued walking through the mirror maze the two ended up taking different paths. Winnie being distracted by her thoughts and Becca distracted by chattering about her own boyfriend. Eventually the girls were separated in two totally different parts of the maze. Winnie was even pulled out of her head by her nose bumping against the cold glass of a mirror.

“Shit…Where'd she go? Becca!?” She called, looking around as she got no answer. The lights that illuminated the maze from above flickered a bit. And Winnie felt a chill go down her spine. 

It's okay. Everything is alright. We’ll just find our way out. 

Winnie could feel her heart speeding up as she carefully maneuvered through the maze. However each turn and path seemed to go on forever. Winnie couldn't even tell how long she'd been in here! She quickly took out her phone as she began to get nervous only to find that the battery was dead. 

Okay…Maybe this isn't so great…

Suddenly she noticed a shadow move across one of the mirrors. Winnie nearly jumped at the sight of it, backing up fearfully. Then suddenly there was a voice.

“Ah, we finally meet in the flesh.” A familiar looking brunette haired man suddenly appeared in front of one of the mirrors, his reflection appearing in all the surrounding ones. It took a moment for Winnie to process who this was.

“Raphael?! What the hell are you doing here!? I'm pretty sure I killed you!” Winnie gasped in complete and utter shock.

“And yet here we are face to face.” The devil chuckled as Winnie began to back up. “I should actually thank you, you know. If you hadn't pulled Astarion out of our dreadfully repetitive world I would never have been able to find a way out.”

“Shit. I knew something bad was going to happen. You…You better not s-start any trouble!” Winnie said, trying to act intimidating though deep down inside she was terrified. 

“What trouble? I'm simply here to explore this new realm much like your toothsome companion. Besides, you have other things to worry about.”

“What do you mean?” Winnie asked with worry. 

“Astarion and I are not the only ones who've found a way to enter your domain. The person who caused this opened far more doors into your world than he intended.” Raphael spoke in a calm tone. A smile etching its way onto his face.  

“Why are you telling me this?” Winnie raised an eyebrow with suspicion.  

“Because you are of interest to me and without this knowledge you'll likely meet a very early demise.”

“If you're planning to use me to do your dirty work you must be desperate. You realize I'm no fighter. Hell I'm not even an advent-” Before Winnie could finish her sentence the devil disappeared without a trance. “Oh you Asshat! I was talking to you!”  Winnie huffed, looking around for the devil, but he was gone. Raphael showing up was bad enough but the thought of others coming into this world was horrifying. Dragons, mind Flayers and God knows what else could appear and there was nothing Winnie could do about it. She was literally just a retail employee! 

“I need to find Astarion.” Winnie murmured to herself.

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Astarion had been waiting outside, trying to keep to himself as best as he could. The carnival goers were all looking more delectable by the minute. He could feel the ravenous maw inside begging, no, demanding to be sated. 

“Hey Star.” Anthony called as he returned from getting some food. “Damn, the girls sure are taking their time aren't they?” The dark haired male hummed. Astarion looked up, red eyes immediately noticing the pulsing vein on the human man’s neck. He gulped nervously, doing his damnedest to ignore the urge to tear into Anthony's throat. 

“Oh…I-I'm sure they'll be back soon.” Astarion said with a huff, his eyes looking away from the other male. 

“Hey, you alright?” Anthony asked.

“I'm fine. Just a bit cold.” Astarion lied and looked back towards the mirror maze. The vampire tried to keep his mind focused on Winnie, knowing well that she'd allow him to feed once they arrived home. But then he suddenly felt an arm wrap around his waist. He looked back and noticed the other male was getting far too close for comfort.

“Hey why don't we ditch the girls? I think the two of us have more in common anyway.~” Anthony said with a smirk before suddenly Astarion shoved him off. 

“Touch me again and I'll choke you with your own innards.” He hissed. 

“Whoa hey! Calm down! There's no need to pretend here. I know you're just pity-dating that girl, it's kind of obvious.” Anthony exclaimed, causing the vampire to narrow his eyes at him.

“Pity-dating? Ha! Darling, if I was going to court anyone out of pity it'd be you. Now stay the hells away from me before I rip out your throat.” Astarion snarled, his eyes were beginning to glow red, as he bared his fangs. This set off alarm bells in the human man’s head. 

“J-Jesus Christ!” He cursed and backed away. The vampire pushed back the urge to drain the male dry as he stepped away, beginning to retreat to a less populated space. His eyes then suddenly perked up at the sight of caged pigs off inside some tent. 

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After stumbling through the mirror maze Winnie bumped into Becca once again. 

“There you are, Wyn! God, I thought You left for a moment!” Becca exclaimed. 

“Becca! I need to get out of here and talk to Star! It's important!” Winnie said. 

“Shit. Did something happen? Are you okay?” Becca asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“I'm fine…I just need to talk to him about something personal, okay.” Winnie stated. Becca nodded in understanding.

“Okay. Let's go, I think I found the way out.” Becca grabbed hold of Winnie’s hand so the two of them wouldn't get separated again before she led her he down another path. Winnie could spot scratches and smudges on the mirrors, as if someone had already left a trial to help guide them out. Eventually they reached the end of the maze and stepped out. Not a moment sooner chaos broke loose as pigs began to charge across the fields in front of them.

“Fuck sake!” One of the carnival workers yelled.

“Someone let loose the pigs!” Winnie and Becca looked at one another in complete and utter bewilderment. As the carnival workers rushed to wrangle their swine, one began to slowly approach the two girls. It was the clown Winnie had seen earlier.  

“Ladies, may I speak with you for a moment?”

“Uhh…We're a bit busy at the moment! S-Sorry.” Winnie blurted out before suddenly the make-up caked stranger began to move in. 

“What's the hurry!? There's a show starting soon. Come and see!” The clown chuckled.

“She said we're busy.” Becca spoke louder and stood in front of Winnie.  The clown cracked his neck before suddenly grabbing a hold of both their arms.

“Hey get the fuck off us!” Becca shouted as both her and Winnie began to flail and attempt to pull away, but the clown was surprisingly strong. 

‘Let us go!” Winnie shouted, eyes scanning the area for passerbys but it seemed the whole pig fiasco had distracted anyone who could have helped.

Winnie suddenly kicked the clown in the shin, making him release them. The two of them bolted as the stranger began his pursuit.  

Fucking hell this is like something out of a horror movie!

Winnie panted and huffed as Becca moved ahead of her. The slender female was able to keep more distance between herself and the creep chasing them. Winnie could feel her ribs and legs burning. She didn't think she had enough stamina to keep going. The clown chased them back into an empty tent when suddenly Winnie tripped, falling onto her hands and knees. She winced, feeling blood dripping down a cut on her knee. Winnie scrambled to get back up as the clown lunged at her grabbing hold of her by the throat. Winnie gasped for air, gripping onto the clown's large hands 

“Winnie! Get off her you creep!” Becca shouted and ran back towards the clown. The red head leapt into his back and grabbed hold of his hair, yanking it hard and even tearing a chunk out, causing him to shout and let go of Winnie before moving to throw Becca off of him. Winnie fell to the ground holding her neck as the clown moved to strike at Becca. The redhead looked up with wide eyes before suddenly something sharp pierced through the clown's chest from behind, causing blood to pour down onto the ground as the carnie fell to the floor.  Astarion stood there clawed fingers dripping with blood as he quickly turned his attention to Winnie who was still rubbing her throat. 

“Winnie! Winnie my sweet, are you alright?” Astarion looked down at the human woman with fearful eyes as she rubbed her throat. She gave a small weak nod. 

“Y-You just shoved your fingers through that man h-how!?” Becca began to stutter out. Astarion ignored the redhead, his attention was on the marks on Winnie's throat. 

“Arghhhhh!” A loud snarl suddenly filled their ears. The clown corpse began to stand back and change, growing bigger and bigger. Suddenly a large blue skinned humanoid beast with long tusks and glowing eyes.

Shit. The devil was right.

Winnie mentally cursed as Astarion stood in front of her protectively. Blood was still dripping from the wound in the creature’s chest. The creature growled down at the trio. The silver haired vampire bared his fangs at the beast. He was unarmed but he'd be damned if he let some filthy creature hurt his beloved and get away with it. While the beast was slowed by its injury he took the opportunity to attack. 

“Ignis!” He launched a firebolt straight into the monster’s face. The beast roared in pain as its eyes were blazing. The stench of burning flesh filled the air.  The beast quickly turned tail and darted out the back of the tent, disappearing into the night.  Winnie got back to her feet, taking a few deep breaths. Astarion peeked out through the back of the tent to make sure it was go before returning to Winnie’s side.

“Magic…He just did magic!?” Becca sputtered out. Winnie sighed and rubbed her temples before looking over at Astarion.

“I'm going to assume that's not normal here.” Astarion spoke up. 

“No, definitely not. I was actually looking to warn you about this kind of thing earlier.” Winnie replied, her voice sounding a bit croaky from nearly getting choked out. “I ran into Raphael in the mirror maze…”

“The devil is here!?” Astarion asked aloud.

“Devil?!” Becca exclaimed.

“Yes. He said when you came here others did too, himself included. I imagine that monster was one of them.” Winnie said.

“Would someone please tell me what's going on here!?” Becca demanded.

“Ah….Right…This is all probably going to sound insane.” Winnie sighed.

“Everything that's happened today has been insane. We just got attacked by a god-damned clown monster-thing and your boyfriend chucked a fireball at it!”

“Yes ... .Um…How do I put this…..Hm…Becca this is Astarion…I uh…pulled him out of my computer about a month ago after downloading this messed up cheat mod.” 

“Ah…Hello.” Astarion gave her an awkward little wave. Becca just stayed silent for a moment, eye twitching at the insanity of it all. 

“This is a dream. I fell asleep while getting ready for the carnival and Anthony is going to wake me up any moment now.” Becca spoke to herself as she tried to rationalize the situation.

“Oh I doubt he'd stay long enough to realize you were asleep.” Astarion muttered under his breath. 

“I thought it was a dream at first too, but after a couple of weeks I didn't wake up.” Winnie said softly.

“How is this possible?” Becca asked.

“Honestly I have no clue. I've actually been trying to the bottom of this. This is why I need to find out who made that mod. I'm certain it's behind everything.” 

“I need to take some time to process this. I'm going out to my car…” Becca said before walking off, looking rather shaken up.  

Winnie stepped out of the tent with Astarion slowly following behind her.

“It looks like the number of people who know our secret seem to be growing.”

“I wouldn't worry too much about Becca. She knows how crazy this all sounds, she's not going to go tell someone. Shame all hell broke loose tonight.”

“Gods I'm glad I was able catch a whiff of your blood before it was too late. I….I should have been with you…. I'm sorry…” Astarion pulled Winnie into his embrace.

“It's alright Astarion, there's no way you could have known we were going to get attacked. I had no idea there was any danger until I met with Raphael.”

“What did the devil want?” Astarion asked.

“I'm not sure. He kind of just showed up to warn me. That in itself seems very suspicious.” 

“He wants likely wants something from you, no doubt.” Astarion furrowed his brows. 

“I can't imagine what. I'm not a fighter, I can't go and kill anyone for him. Could it be my soul he’s after?” 

“Maybe…But I have a feeling it's not as simple as that.” The pale elf huffed before looking at her neck once again, gently cupping her cheek.The marks were turning into bruises.

“You sure you're alright?” 

“I am, just…sore…Are you alright? You still need to feed?” Winnie asked before moving up the sleeve of her jacket to expose her arm. Astarion gently pushed it away declining.

“No. I took care of that, besides you've been hurt enough today.” 

“Astarion, I wish I could protect you instead, but I'm not an adventurer or a hero. Suppose I'm just going to end up being a burden.” Winnie sighed.

“Darling, you do enough for me already. You practically feed, clothe and put a roof over my head. Keeping you safe would never burden me my love.” Astarion slowly wrapped his arms around Winnie, pulling her into a hug. Winnie returned it nuzzling her face into his neck. 

“We should return home. Get something for your bruises.” Astarion pulled back. 

“Okay…..and thank you…For saving me Astarion…” Winnie wasn't exactly sure what came over her. She definitely wasn't one to initiate affection very often being as shy and timid as she was, but in that moment nothing else seemed to matter. Winnie leaned up on her tiptoes and pressed a soft, chaste kiss upon his lips. Astarion was slightly taken back for moment but almost immediately returned the gesture leaning into it.

Winnie quickly pulled back as she realized what she'd done, her face flustered and full of embarrassment. What was she thinking!? She didn't even ask for fucks sake!

“I'm sorry! I should have asked if it was-” Astarion grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her back into a kiss. This one was more passionate, full of longing and need. It seemed Astarion wasn't satisfied with Winnie’s sweet little peck. The brunette was a little at a loss of what to do. She'd never been kissed before. Not in romantic sense anyway. She did her best to try to mirror his movements before he eventually pulled back and rested his forehead against hers.

“Took you long enough.~”

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Apologies for the wait! I've been rather distracted since the last chapter, but here it is! The monster in the chapter was an oni btw. It's a shapeshifting monster in DnD.

~Druid

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[peachyloveswriting]

Kyle x reader who has social anxiety?

CLUB CELEBRATION --- Kyle Brovloski

SUMMARY: Kyle drags you to the club for Kenny's birthday but you're not very thrilled.

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Stan and Kenny are standing outside waiting for Kyle and I when we open the front door. Kyle smiles and greets them with a hello while I softly wave my hand. Reaching back Kyle intertwines our fingers before tugging me along beside him. "We're ready to go now?" He asks as he makes his way to his friends sides. All turning, we walk down the sidewalk towards Kenny's truck. It's still on, waiting for us while snow falls all around.

"Yeah. Night out at the club for your birthday Kenny." Stan claps him on the back and smirks at him. "Hell yeah!" Kenny retorts.

We all pile into the truck, squished closely together while Kenny shifts gears awkwardly in front of Stan's open legs. I'm squished in-between Stan and Kyle, my thighs pressed tightly together. I'm surprised they wanted me to come with, especially to a club. Kyle didn't want to disrespect me by going alone which I would've been completely fine with. But he begged for me to go. I didn't want to go for a good reason, being around so many people is nerve wracking. Even just sitting with so many people now is enough to unsettle me. Of course I know these people so I feel comfortable being here and chatting, however the public part is going to kill me.

After the longest ride to the club in the next town over, we file back out onto the snowy streets and make our way towards the entrance. Kenny's the first to make his way to the door, holding it open to the rest of us. "Let's get fucked up tonight, yeah?"

The guys around me cheer before pulling me into the chaos that is the club. Bright lights flash all around and loud electro music rumbles in the background. All around is the loud chatter and shouts of the visitors all around us, their bodies all merged together on the dancefloor. I can feel the tension building, all the half naked women grinding against guys making me nervous. Kyle drags me to an empty booth table. "We're going to go grab a drink. Want one?" He asks.

"I'm supposed to be the designated driver. Remember?" I respond. He stares at me before nodding and leading the guys off towards the bar. I'm left alone in my seat, everyone's walking around the table with purpose. Each one of them eyes me strangely as they pass. It must be strange seeing me sitting here all alone. They probably think I'm weird cause I'm not dressed inappropriately or drinking. That feeling grows unsettling on my shoulders. Setting my hand on the table top I pick at my nails before eventually pulling out my phone as a distraction. It feels like Kyle should have been back by now but trying to get through a crowd would take a while. So I try to keep still, dating the urge to jolt up and look for him by bouncing my knee.

"Excuse me ma'am." I hear over the noise. I glance over to see a tall slender lady with barely any clothes covering her body. She's absolutely drop dead gorgeous. "Are you here alone?" She quires.

My stomach drops and I open my mouth stupidly to speak. I'm not here alone, I'm with friends is what I want to say but nothing comes out. "Ma'am?" She repeats.

"Ah. She's with us." Kyle scoots from behind her and slides into the seat with me, he holds a beer in his hand and takes a sip of it before smiling at me. She nods, observing the other two as they sit down.

"Right. Enjoy your stay." She moves along to the side and disappears from sight. Small chatter between the boys begins to pick up but I sit silent in my corner. The occasional laughter calls for even somewhat relevant smiles or fake huffs of laughter, otherwise i don't say a word. This whole situation is rather uncomfortable and being brought here with so many people watching is horrible. I'm not terribly focused on the conversation at hand until Kyle nudges me.

"You well them what happened babe." He urges me. My stomach churns and a cold cavernous hole opens up inside my chest. I feel so small, everyone's looking right at me while I look on like a deer in headlights. I give a nervous smile.

"I'm sorry. What are we talking about?" If only the floor could open and wallow me whole, I'd gladly never come back. Kyle's smiles falls and his brows crease. 'Well, ok. Let's move on shall me?" He suggests to the others. Very softly his hand slides around my waist and softly squeezes my side. I figure it's a way of reassurance, just to show not to be worried but my heart is already pounding in my ears. Suddenly it feels like the middle of summer and the moisture is choking every breath.

"I'm going to step out for a bit." I whisper into Kyles ear. He looks and smiles with a nod, sliding out of the seat to let me past. All three watch me as I rush around the corner, my small bag slung around my shoulder. Shoving past a small group of people and towards the door, sporadically I shove it open and step into the cold night's air. Taking a deep breath and looking up at the cloudy sky my eyes flutter. The streets are empty around me, save for the few stragglers. Walking towards Kenny's truck, I extend my hand to the door handle. It shakes harshly like a leaf in the wind, something I hadn't noticed until I stepped outside. Firmly gripping the handle I pull it open and toss my bag inside. The quiet around me is reaffirming that no one is watching, I'm alone.

I hop into the passenger side seat an settle in with my legs out the side. The wind blows softly around the truck, the wind somewhat finding it's way into the truck. I shudder. In my rush to get outside I sadly left my jacket inside and now that I'm out here I'm not going back in for a bit. Just the though of going back in makes my stomach churn with unease and nausea creep up my spine. The door to the club opens and a younger couple exits, I find myself hoping that it's Kyle coming to find me though I doubt he would try. he was already having such a great time with his friends and I don't want to ruin that. Pulling my phone from my pocket I stare at the blank screen, there's no notifications. It's always dry, but I want so badly to text him. Even just staring at our messages I can't gather the courage to bother or faulter his mood.

Nervous, I start typing the first words of what I want to say. Abruptly his voice startles me. Shouting, my phone slips from my hand and falls to the floorboard screen up. Kyle leans down and picks it up, carefully studying my words.

With a hand over my chest, I scowl. "Kyle, why would you do that? I nearly had a stroke!" I fuss. The scare makes my chest ache and body shake with adrenaline.Giving the phone back to me with a soft smile he chuckles. "Didn't meat to. You forgot your coat, I was coming out to give it to you before you got cold but, looks like I'm too late." He points out.

Turning the phone off and sliding it back in my pocket, I hum. "Well thanks Kyle, that's sweet." His gloved hands slide over mine, the warmth is stark in contrast. "Scoot over, let me get you warm." He takes the folded jacket from his arm and places it around my shoulder before sliding me over. I turn quietly while he slides in beside me, an arm eventually comes to rest around my shoulder.

"What if someone sees?" It feels weird to be so open about this sort of thing even with really no one around. Though my question might seem stupid just thinking of other people watching again makes my whole body ache.

Kyle looks at me inquisitively. "What would that matter?" he counters. I shrug and look at the floor board. I know it doesn't matter but my nerves are so shot already that I'm not sure I can handle much more. His arm slides down to my waist and pulls me closer before he grabs my other hand with his free one. "Why'd you come out here?"

I sigh and a white cloud leaves my mouth. I feel bad for pulling him away from his night out with his friends even though he came out here just because he wanted too. "I just needed fresh air." I raise my gaze to meet his. "I hate crowds."

A sympathetic frown tips the edges of his lips down. "Is there anything I can do?" He asks. Just like before when we were inside his hand reassuringly squeezes my side. I shake my head. "No. It's just social anxiety, I hate being in places like this." The though of all those people watching and judging me makes me shudder with discomfort.

'I'm sorry. I didn't know." He hums softly. his genuine disappointment bring amusement to my face. Chuckling, I shake my head and smile up at him. "Don't be sorry. It's not you're fault. I can't help it."

A glimmer in his eyes lights up and he grins at me, leaning forwards to press his forehead against mine. His warm breath fans my face as he speaks. "I know. I just feel responsible for you." Very quickly he kisses my forehead and engulfs me in a warm and safe hug. Smiling softly, I hide my face in his shoulder. "Thank you, for being worried."

Kyle pulls back to look at me again. "Don't, I'm supposed to be worried about you. we're dating." His reassurance makes the hold in my chest slowly closes, bringing with it the warmth of a fire.

I snort, resting my hand on his bicep gently. "I'm thankful anyway. I didn't meat to kill the mood though."

"Kill the mood?" He repeats. I nod sheepishly. "You didn't kill the mood. If anything you made it awkward without you there." He whines. 'You should come back inside with me, we can come back out whenever you like." He offers.

Looking down at his hand covering mine, I hum. "Sure." Knowing I didn't ruin anyone's night or cause any problems eases my nerves. AT least now that Kyle knows I won't be going in alone to deal with it myself. He'll be beside me to keep me grounded, so I'm not alone.

[karimwillia]

Part 10

Disclaimer: Riri in this has some social anxiety which causes her to run in certain situations. But she is growing.

Warnings: Plot

Days turn to a week having gone by and Riri is a wreck. She has chosen to keep her distance to try and clear her mind but it has gotten worse. Everyday her ig feed is a blaze with people saying how they were right and that Shuri just played her to have sex. All fake, all lies and if she has to deal with one more fake page hitting her up with “tea” she may scream.

MJ, Sharon and Mrs Williams have all talked to her and want to understand. The truth is Riri was not prepared for this part of it all even though she knows Shuri did not lie the stress of the bad attention was too much at once. She has to make a choice soon because she misses Shuri so much. They even spoke more as just friends than this. Fear has her stuck..

“Ri!” MJ runs up and taps her. Carrying a bouquet of her favorite flowers courtesy of an apologizing Shuri. She gets that and Starbucks everyday on top of her favorite lunch. Shuri just has to show her she still cares. But the talking and actually seeing her Riri refuses to do until she can pull herself together. “Thanks MJ they are gorgeous.” Taking the flowers she continues to class.

“Rihanna Robin Williams, when are you going to forgive this girl.” Riri smells one of the flowers. “MJ it’s not her it’s me. I thought I was confident but at the first sign of something I believed it. That’s not fair. How can I call myself dating her and I can’t handle everything that comes with it?”

MJ pulls her arm gently, stopping them in front of Shuri’s banner. “Ri you are a human being. No one is mad at you for reacting. The way you reacted did hurt. But all you have to do is apologize.” “MJ you’re right and she deserves one big time.” “Then what is stopping you?” “I'm embarrassed, overwhelmed and unsure. Why are they interested in me?.” “There is no answer to why you. The internet is full of people who just like to tear others down. It’s sad but it’s true. Everything else you have got to stop running when things get tough.” Riri pouts with a huff.

Just then a PA announcement comes through. “Attention Benedict High School Students and Staff, can you all report to the auditorium. Thank you.” The emergency assembly was out of place but all students and staff started to file into the auditorium. Principle Maverick is now at the front podium with his daughter Elena and Shuri sitting behind him.

“Good Morning Benedict it is with deep regret that I must address you this morning with a matter that disturbs me a great deal. A week ago it was brought to my attention that we are dealing with an issue of cyberbullying within the student body here at Benedict. Not only have there been slanderous and sexually suggestive content being posted about some of our most stellar students. There has been harassment of said student with a but not limited to a fake account created in my own daughter’s likeness. An investigation into the matter has been launched and any involved students will face disciplinary action. Here at Benedict the emotional and mental well-being of our students is of the utmost importance so this behavior will not be tolerated. At this time I have one of the targeted students who would like to make a statement.”

Shuri stands and graciously thanks Principle Maverick for his introduction. “Good Morning All. I want to first show my gratitude for the support of not only Principle Maverick but to Elena who is not even a student here for her support in this matter. This disheartening turn of events may have been targeted to me but it overall affected someone whom I care for deeply more severely. To that person I want you to know that I would do anything to ensure your safety and comfort as well as others. That is why my first endeavor with my new Name Image and Likeness deal I will be the face of Why Bully Me? A social and emotional wellness organization started by a powerful young 9 year old in Ohio to promote safe and bully free environments in schools and online across the nation starting right here at Benedict. Thank you all for your time.”

The assembly was dismissed and all Riri could see around her people scrambling for their phones to delete and disable the accounts and posts.

@somethingcleaverandwhitty @mal-urameshi @shuriris-stuff @dominiquesheart

[enverracapital]

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[ihloy28]

Finifugal - an end

My heart has been filled with resentment for the last few years over the unfulfilled apologies I hoped for. That must be the cause of my depression. I'm defending myself against allegations that I caused the separation of a couple who were supposedly married. As a matter of fact, they have been separated for more than six months before I was link. However, there's another girl who links to him before me.

She made a fictitious Instagram account and stalked me. I discovered this by looking at who is seeing my stories. I reached out to her to find out how she felt. The situation took a turn for the worst; she was dating someone else at the time, and they repeatedly stalked my account and made up false accusations. It was ok with me at first, but to the point of judging my appearance and saying something about my current relationship was unacceptable. She became even furious when I posted about my relationship on Instagram. She made a story using the fake account, telling me why there was a need to publish our relationship. It's my Instagram account, and I was already posting about our relationship before she said anything about sharing it.

I wasn't comfortable with it since I had been cheated on in my previous relationship, but I hadn't treated them the same way she did. I was not part of their relationship and had never been involved in their separation, yet I was dragged into their issue. I also discovered my picture was circulating in their GC saying unreasonable and offensive comments about me. I stood up for myself, and other people became involved. A few of my friends sent us a screenshot of their discussion on a post with her colleague labelled me the "immature girl". That was not the worst. Her siblings start to message me and saying they will file a case, shes outside the country yet they say I was the reason of our argument. "Gago". "papansin" those few words hurts a person whose also fixing herself after having a toxic relationship and seeking healing from her own pain. She sent a message to my partner's mother claiming that her entire family is upset with me.

I developed anxiety and depression. After a month of our last dispute I found out I was three weeks pregnant, I burst into tears. I stopped defending myself after that. I blocked everyone who was causing me pain. I don't want to lose my child for these reasons.I prayed to God to save me, and he answered my prayer with a child. From that moment on, I knew that this child was the answer.

I know there's a purpose why God placed me in this situation. Vulnerable and lost in search of peace of mind. I noticed myself becoming stronger with each step of searching. I guess I found the cure but I failed to recognize it as the cure I was looking for. It was there in front of me, awaiting acknowledgement and acceptance.

I realize that I didn't actually need her apology nor to give her my forgiveness. It was acceptance that at some point of life we will meet people who will turn our life upside down. Life will continue each day until our last breath. Some people will move on, while others won't. It was now our decision to either be in vain or start anew. I know that all wounds heal with time, so I won't mind if we make amends in the future. I move on, and so does life. Right now, my priorities are my growing family.

[thelunastusco]

We're not going to acknowledge the "history" of a term that was never used in that same wording + same context before, just because variations of one word in that term have been used to mean other things in different contexts.

That'd be like demanding acknowledgement the "history" of fictive or fictionkin, because "fiction" means "fake" so obviously fictive and fictionkin is calling people's identity fake-- and that the people who coined those terms intended such.

To be clear:

Yes, "endogenic" (derived or originating internally) as a word existed before "endogenic system" (origin of a specific sort of plural system) was coined. It can refer to certain models or processes in geology, biology, economics, and medicine. That doesn't mean "endogenic system" (origin of a specific sort of plural system) has anything to do with the stock market.

Yes, "endogenous" (not attributable to any external or environmental factor) as a word existed before "endogenic system" (origin of a specific sort of plural system). It has been used in psychiatry to refer to conditions like endogenous depression, endogenous stressors. That doesn't mean "endogenic system" (origin of a specific sort of plural system) has anything to do with psychiatry.

Yes, "endogenous" and perhaps even "endogenic" as a word was used by Freud in his Fantasy Model. That doesn't mean "endogenic system" (origin of a specific sort of plural system) has anything to do with Freud.

Claiming "endogenic system" (origin of a specific sort of plural system) "dates back to Freud" and is problematic because he used "endogenous" alongside a hypothesis that included the word "fantasy" would be like claiming "fictionkin" dates back to 1300's France because they used the word ficcion, and is problematic because it was used in the context of "an invention or fabrication".

We can't believe this is even still an argument. We've never before in our lives seen people take issue with a two-word community term that has a specific meaning and context, because one of those words has a very general meaning across many scientific and non-scientific fields, and was once used in an ableist way in combination with a completely different term and context.

What next? Are we going to do away with "traumagenic system" because "traumagenic psychosis" is a term that exists, and must be insinuating that systems are all just psychotic? Are we going to do away with "system" because "filing system" is a term from 1900, and we don't want people to mistakenly think we're paper?

"Endogenous" as a word has existed since at least the late 1800s.

"Endogenic system" as a term for a specific concept within the plural community has existed since about 2013 (and we took it to tumblr in 2014).

This isn't a problem for most of the human population, who are aware that a single word with a very general meaning, that has existed for over a hundred years, can be used across many different contexts and as part of a great many terms, without those contexts or terms having anything to do with one another.

If people hear "endogenic system" (origin of a specific sort of plural system) and somehow connect it to Freud's endogenous Fantasy Model from the 1950s (dissociation that happens without any known external causes and was shown in studies to basically be bullshit except in 1-3% of cases), then they are either completely lacking in language comprehension skills, are 80 year old psychiatrists who use the DSM-II and still think Freud is relevant, or are making one HELL of a logical reach in an effort to discredit systems they dislike.

You pick.

That's the only "history" of the term we're going to acknowledge.

EDIT 10/17/23: clarified some phrasing, just in case people get any funny ideas. :|

Sysmeds: The term endogenic was not lovingly created by you, because it was used decades ago by a scientist about a ableist theory for something totally unrelated, so when the creator of endogenic for plural systems coined it, it was made with malice!

The coiner: ..uh, No, thats not what i did at all and its bizarre youre even insinuating that

Sysmeds: OHHHH now youve done it. We were telling you to acknowledge the HISTORY, not that the word was bad! Clearly youre just trying to shift the blame!

Hey, can everyone just sit down at the kiddie table and have a calm discussion? God& fucking damn

Why be calm or rational about anything about anything though when you can work yourself into a frenzy about what label other people decide to call themselves?

[sdr2lovemail]

I love the crewel and Crowley emberass reader but what would happen if it’s not them? What would happen if Trein, Sam, and Ashton found out? And act like overprotective uncle and grandpa. Please

Hi! Glad you enjoyed it. For this second part I've changed the pot just a little bit. I hope you enjoy!

[Gender Neutral MC]

Crowley attempts to halt your dating life by banding the staff together.

“Thank you all for joining me. I have called you to the staff room to discuss a topic of most importance.” Crowley spoke, rolling in a board covered with a cloth.

Crewel folds his arms against the mahogany table. “Are the police here again?” He sighs.

“Huh? No, not this time. It’s something so much worse.” The headmaster brought his hands close to his head. A sorrowful look crossed his face. “Oh, woe is me. It’s so terrible I could barely utter the words.”

An agitated mewl interrupts Crowley. “Yes, Lucius, I agree. Please move this along, Headmaster. Lucius is getting agitated.”

Clearing his throat, Crowley grips the cloth concealing the board. “Right, why I called you all here is to discuss,” The cloth drops. Covering the board was pictures of you and Azul, along with many lines of red string. “The Ramshackle prefect and Ashengrotto’s ongoing courting.”

Silence fills the room as the staff deadpan. 

Elegantly setting his hands into his lap, Crewel speaks up. “I thought we were over this, Dire. Mr. Ashengrotto has proved that he cares for the pup. Why bother anymore?” 

“Adding on, the personal lives of our students are none of our business. Parental feelings or not, the prefect is capable of making their own choices.” Trein spoke as he stroked his cat’s fur.

“Hmm, but if my darling child is running off with boys, who will do my paperwo-” Crowley cuts himself with a fake cough. “Excuse me. The prefect should focus on their studies and finding a way home. Dating should be the last of their concerns.” 

“I mean, the kid’s pretty wimpy, muscle-wise, though he seems to have a decent heart. Around them, he’s quite the gentleman. Which is saying something, ‘cause he goes to this school.” Vargas boasts.

Crowley lets out an angered huff. “That is clearly a facade. I know how Ashengrotto and his Leeches work. He obviously wants something from them.” He crossed his arms, much like an upset child.

From across the table, Sam lets out a boisterous laugh. “I would think the opposite. The little imp came to my shop flushed, asking for the “perfect gift.” My friends on the other side tell me how he’s fallen for them.” 

Shaking his head, Crowley taps his polished shoes against the marble floor. He lets out an overdramatic wail. “Oh! How terrible it would be if the prefect’s grades were to fall because of this. Letting a student slack on their work because of a boy, I would be ashamed as a staff member.”

Trien gave a pointed look. “What are you going on about?”

“A benevolent headmaster such as myself can’t let this slide. Oh, yes, I would be forced to cut a few paychecks. Perhaps even a Christmas bonus here and there.” He sighs, slyly gazing around the table.

The staff can’t do anything but glare at the headmaster.

The school bell rings, signifying the start of magic history class. Trein begins his lecture with his back to his students. Though, Lucius made sure to keep an eye on things.

A single sheet of lilac paper slips next to your arm. You looked next to you. Azul’s eyes are downward. If you look close enough, you’d be able to see a faint flush on his cheeks. The contents of the paper were a date proposal. While written like a contract, Azul had written small hearts around the note.

Before you unfold the paper, a hand takes it from your grasp. “Passing notes during class, Ashengrotto? How uncharacteristic of you. Come see me after school for detention.” Trein slips the paper into his pocket and walks back to his chalkboard. Azul grits his teeth as his blush grows darker.

Second-year students file onto the sports field. Being a magicless student, you had to pair up with someone for flight class. 

Taking long strides, Azul makes his way to where you are stretching. “Hello, darling. I hope you will allow me to accompany you in flight today.” He says with a charming smile.

“Of course, Azul. I was just about to ask if you could help me.” Grabbing a broom from the rack, you smile at the octopus.

Just as he was about to offer his arm, the loud voice of your coach cuts through. “Hate to burst your bubble…Not really. I had planned on setting the prefect up with Rosehearts.” 

Azul lets out a choked gasp before bringing back his composure. “Well, sir. I see no need as I’ve already offered.” He remarks while pushing his glasses up.

“If anyone needs a flight partner, it would be you, Ashengrotto. Your grades are terrible. In fact, I’ll give you extra credit right now. Drop and give me fifty.” Vargas smirks. “Prefect, go with Rosehearts and start the course.”

“But- I-!” Azul groans as he sees you slip away before him. He lets out a quiet curse before dropping into the pushup position. 

Azul was tired of how the teachers were acting. It was unprofessional of them to meddle in students’ personal affairs. He couldn’t help but feel suspicious of their behavior. The teachers never cared before. What made you so special to them?

Opening the door to Sam’s shop, Azul drags his feet as he heads for the snack shelf. If his advances were interrupted during class, just do something after. You were raving to him about some treat you bought from the mystery shop. His mother always told him that the way to someone’s heart was through their stomach.

Looking up at the shelf, his face pales as he sees it bare and empty. Azul walks to the counter where Sam is polishing his wares. “Excuse me. I was wondering if you have any more snacks in the back.”

“Ah, sorry little imp. We’re all sold out! They’re pretty popular during lunch.” Sam explains as he slid a box further underneath his counter. This action did not go unnoticed.

Letting out a sigh, Azul lets a solum look cover his face. “Aw, and to think, my darling was looking forward to one all day. How sad they will be when I tell them the news. If you could, please tell me when you get more in stock.” He turns to face the door, a hopeful smirk pulling at his lips.

Falling for his pity ploy, Sam calls out to him. “Wait! You’re in luck, little imp.” He ducks underneath the counter and pulls out a wrapped snack. “Seems like we had just one left. That’ll be 10 Madol.” 

“They’ll be delighted!” Azul slips the clerk a few bills. “Something is finally going my way, even after the teachers had been treating me so poorly.” He pouts, hoping to get more information.

It seems to have worked as Sam smiles at him. “Well, you could say a little birdy has been causing trouble if you catch my drift.” 

Azul’s eyes widen ever so slightly. “I see. Thank you, Mr. S. I’ll be going now.” He takes his shopping bag and begins to walk out the door.

“Don’t thank me. You could thank my friends on the other side.” Sam bids him a joyful farewell. “That’ll teach the little birdy about messing with my paycheck.” He laughs. 

Seated on the worn couch of Ramshackle, Azul leans into your side. “Ugh, Crowley’s still doing this? You’d think he’d stop after all this time. We’ve been together for months now.” 

“Oh, don’t you worry, darling. I’ve sent some very persuasive people in his direction.” Azul says as he curls into you further.

Crowley sits at his desk, organizing all the work he’ll dump on you. A knock on the door pulls him from his thoughts. “Come in!”

In walk the Leech brothers. Deceiving smiles adorn both their faces.

“Headmage, we have a few words to discuss with you regarding our dorm leader and the prefect.” Jade eloquently talks as Floyd locks the door with a chair.

Crowley’s face drops as he breaks out in a cold sweat.

[can-youimagine]

Mended Hearts (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Summary: Spencer is in need of a date, and you are madly in love with him

TW: fake relationship, angsty with a happy ending, self-loathing for a quick moment, brief gambling mention, awkward

Word Count: 30,733 (she's a long one)

A/N: This is poorly proofread. I've had a shitty couple of weeks, so let's just be happy to have a fic out rn

Masterlist

You walk into the office, making a b-line for the coffee machine, just like every morning. And, just like every morning, Spencer has already started the pot. However, unlike every morning, when you greet him, he leans close to you, acting like he is just grabbing a mug, and says, “I need to talk to you.”

You glance up at him. “About?”

He hands the mug to you before reaching over and grabbing his own. “I can’t explain it all right now, but I need a huge favor.”

“Okay?”

He nods and pours the two cups before returning to his desk, leaving you incredibly confused in the kitchenette. When you have finally regained enough awareness to return to your desk, you can’t stop yourself from glancing up at Spencer every couple of minutes. 

What on earth could he be asking you?

Your questions are answered when you leave. You hand your last file over to Hotch at 6:48. Spencer, who you suspect has been done since noon, hands his in at 6:51. And, at 7:02, the two of you are standing in the elevator together.

“So, what’s this favor?”

“We’ve got that mandatory leave coming up at the end of the month, so I’m going back to Vegas,” he says as if that answers your question.

“What? Did you get a secret cat that you want me to feed?”

“No, I-um-I know that this is silly, and you can totally say no if you are uncomfortable at all, and we can forget this ever happened. Well, not forget, but we can pretend it never happened-”

“What do you need me to do?”

He takes a deep breath. “When I told my mom I was coming to see her, she asked if I had a girlfriend, but I wasn’t paying attention to her question and said I did, so now she’s expecting me to bring her, but there’s no her to bring, so I was hoping-wondering!- I was wondering if you would come with me and pretend to be my girlfriend? I’ll pay for everything, and we’ll only have to do this for a few days at most, but for the rest of the trip you can pretend you don’t know me. I totally get it if you-”

“I believe there was a question in there. Am I allowed to answer it?” you tease, causing him to blush. “I’d be honored to be your fake girlfriend.”

“Really?”

“Were you really expecting me to say no?”

“I thought you might have better plans,” he answers.

You laugh. “No plans at all. Besides, you know I’d cancel them to spend time with you.”

He blushes again, watching the floor number change. “I wanted to ask you now so that we have enough time to get our story straight. My mom will see through it if we half-ass this.”

“What’s there to get straight? We met at work. We’d been friends for a while before you asked me out in the elevator?”

The doors open at the parking garage. “First date? How long have we been together? What’re our plans for the future? What-”

“Okay,” you cut him out, stepping out. “I get it. I’ll write down my answers; you write down yours, and we’ll compare notes in the morning. We’ll keep whatever overlaps, and figure out the rest then. Sound good?”

“You sound like you’ve done this before.”

You shrug. “Just want this to go well.”

He nods, watching you get into your car. “See you in the morning.”

“See you in the morning, babe.”

He grimaces at the nickname, and you make a mental note to add pet names to your list. When you get home, you immediately pull out a notepad.

First Date: He must’ve gotten up before the sun and showed up at my apartment after a particularly rough case with coffee and donuts for me. We sat on my balcony and watched the sunrise.

How long have we been together? 

You leave that one blank, figuring that Spencer has an opinion.

Future? We plan on getting married in the relatively near future. I can’t picture my life without him. Not a lie. Hopefully, we’ll be able to have kids soon. Once we get a little more settled, I’ll leave the BAU, and focus on our family.

You take a sip from your mug, letting the reality of the situation sink in. Are you really prepared to pretend to be dating Spencer? The answer, you realize after rereading that answer, is no. You most definitely are not prepared to pretend that you don’t actually want all of that, even though you desperately do. 

You shake your head, trying to get the thoughts out. You reread the answers you have already. Hopefully, that will be enough for Spencer to go off of. 

You rise out the mug. You are going to go to sleep. You are not going to dream of Spencer. You are going to pretend to be his girlfriend, and you are absolutely not going to let him know how much you want to stop pretending.

Unbeknownst to you, Spencer is going through a very similar thought process across town. Everything he told you was true. He did tell his mom he had a girlfriend without thinking about it, and he was more than willing to take you to Vegas with him as his girlfriend. However, he hated that it had to be pretend. 

He sticks to the truth when he writes down how he asked you out. Anxious question in the elevator. With the first date, he wants to do something a bit more meaningful. He stares at the paper for a moment, before realizing that the best he can think of is

After we got back from a rough case, I couldn’t sleep, especially without showing (Y/N) how much I care about her, so I made coffee for the two of us. It was right before the donut shop next to her apartment opened, so I grabbed some for the two of us and went to see her. I honestly didn’t think she would be up, but she answered the door and pulled me onto her balcony. She had been reading out there like she always does when she can’t sleep and invited me to join. 

Spencer loses himself in the daydream. It doesn’t end at the first date or the second. He plans his entire future with you. Your wedding, your first kid, their subsequent graduation, everything until he falls asleep. 

He wakes up, not in your arms like he wants to be, but instead in a rather uncomfortable position on the couch to his alarm blaring throughout the apartment. Groaning, he gets ready for the day. He doesn’t have much written on his list, but he has everything planned. 

By some stroke of luck, you manage to get in the elevator at the same time as Spencer again. “Do you want to go over the lists at lunch?”

He nods. “I didn’t have much time to actually write mine down, but-”

“No worries. I didn’t either,” you respond. “Long night.”

He nods again, staring at the numbers. “You sure you still want to do this?”

“Of course, Spence,” you answer as the doors open. “Anything you need.”

He lets you step out first, hoping that the few seconds of distance from you will give him some relief.

It does not, but he guesses it’s okay. After all, it’s how he’ll have to live at the end of the month.

That’s what he has to remind himself during lunch. The two of you decided on a diner just outside of Quantico to discuss your plan. 

“So,” you start, “I figured you should probably figure out the timeline, since you know what’ll be most believable to her.”

“Yeah. I told her I was bringing someone two months ago, so we should have been dating by then. Actually, it should have been pretty serious before that, so that she would believe that I was actually taking you to meet her, so we should be at seven months? Most people meet each other’s families around four or five months, but with our jobs and my mom, I think we should push that back a bit. It should’ve been about five months when I told her.”

“Sounds good,” you answer, taking a bit of your sandwich. “What about our first date?”

He blushes, not wanting to tell you how long he spent thinking about every moment of your hypothetical first date. “I was thinking maybe I brought coffee to your apartment after a rough case, and we watched the sunrise on your balcony?”

“That sounds perfect,” you respond, not wanting to tell him that you were thinking the exact same thing. “I saw that you didn’t like ‘babe’ last night. What do you want me to call you?”

He shrugs. “Whatever feels right, I guess.”

“Well, I thought ‘babe’ felt right, but obviously you don’t, so what do you want?”

“I’m not sure that I’m supposed to come up with my own pet name.”

You roll your eyes. “C’mon, Spence. What’ve you been called?”

“I’ve never had a pet name,” he admits into his meal, taking a rather large bite to avoid whatever conversation will follow.

You surprise him. “Alright, sunshine, I’ll keep trying until you find something you like.”

He nods.

“Sunshine?”

“It’s alright,” he answers.

You laugh. “I’ll try to do better next time, love.”

He stills. 

“Alright, not that one either.”

“What should I call you?” he asks, desperately trying to get the focus off him.

“You’ll have to find out, baby.”

“Alright, princess.”

You groan. “Don’t use Morgan’s. If I’m going to be your girlfriend, you can’t steal a pet name from our coworker.”

He smiles. “Sorry, doll.”

“Better.” 

“Well, I guess we have two weeks to get that settled.” He stares at his meal, hoping that will keep this from being so awkward.

It seems as if you read his mind. “And for you to get more comfortable with this.”

He gives you a small smile.

“C’mon, Spence. Why don’t we start ‘dating’ now? That way, when we actually see your mom it won’t be the first time we’ve done this.”

In some strange way, it feels like you’re truly asking him out.

“That makes sense,” he answers. 

For the rest of the day, Spencer repeats that phrase, because, after all, that’s the only reason you asked, is because it made sense. This is all just a way for you to help your friend. It’s not because you’re in love with him. It’s because this is the best chance the two of you have at making this thing work.

Unfortunately, that thought does not help Spencer go to sleep. In fact, it leads him to your imagined first date, and he develops an idea. 

The best lies are rooted in truth, so your first date should be, too. 

He prays that you’re up as he gets everything ready, even more so as he stands outside your door. 

You open it, looking like you haven’t slept at all. “Spencer?”

“Hi, babe,” he greets, grimacing as the words leave his mouth. “Ready for our first date?”

You smile, letting him in. “Spencer Reid, you truly are something.”

He beams with pride, making his way onto your balcony. While he sets the drinks and donuts on the table, you grab a throw blanket from the back of the couch. He’s already sitting on your chair. “I know we hadn’t discussed it, but I thought that the donuts would be a nice touch.”

You lean into him, wrapping the blanket around the two of you. “They’re perfect, baby.”

He blushes, stiffly wrapping his arm around you.

“C’mon, Spence, you’ve got to get more comfortable with this.”

He tries to relax a bit, which if he lets himself forget that this isn’t real, is quite easy. As the sun rises, Spencer even manages to kiss the top of your head. 

You smile, letting yourself indulge yourself in this little fantasy. “Thank you.”

“What’re boyfriends for?”

“Of course,” you giggle.

Spencer heads back to his own apartment not long after to get ready for the day. The challenge, the two of you realize, is not keeping up the game of pretend. It’s keeping the secret from your coworkers. You have to balance between “dating” the person you secretly have a crush on while not letting a group of profilers know that you are “dating” or that you have a crush. 

As exhausting as it is, the two of you manage to do it. And, as you board the plane to Vegas, you hope that you both continue to.

Spencer looks up from his book, suddenly feeling a weight on his shoulder. When he looks over at you, he can’t bring himself to push you off. You look so serene as you sleep. He pulls your cardigan over you before turning back to his book. Though, he can’t focus on it. Gently, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

When the plane lands, he’s barely managed to finish four books, and he forces himself to wake you up. Your slightly dazed state is more charming than he ever could have imagined, and he wants nothing more than to make that sight a permanent part of his day. Instead, he lets you get your own bag and treats you like a friend throughout the journey to the hotel. 

The receptionist gives you a smile as she hands over the room keys, and after an incredibly awkward elevator ride, the two of you make it to your room. 

“Which bed do you want?” he asks.

You shrug. “I’ll take the one closer to the door if that’s alright.”

“Of course,” he nods like he hadn’t actually wanted that bed. “No problem.”

You toss your bags onto the bed before falling onto it. “So, what’s the plan?”

He walks over to his bed before beginning to unpack. “I thought we could get dinner tonight. We should probably do something couple-y before seeing my mom, so I’ll let you take the lead on that. Tuesday we’ll see her and again on Thursday. We leave on Saturday, so Wednesday, my mom will probably have told us to do something then, so we should do that, but you can do whatever you want on Friday.”

“Well,” you start, not wanting to meet his eyes, “What if you just showed me around where you grew up?”

“You’d really want to see that?”

“It’s part of who you are.”

“Then, it’s settled. We’ll leave whenever we get ready.”

You smile. “Sounds good.” 

“Morning or night shower?”

“I can do whatever,” you answer. “Right now, I just want to go to sleep.”

He chuckles. “Alright, I’ll take a shower now. Good night.”

“Good night.” 

When you wake up, Spencer is already up and walking around the room. 

“Good morning,” you say, voice still scratchy. “Didn’t realize we were getting up for work.”

He chuckles. “No, sorry. I just have to get up at the same time every day.”

“No, I get it. Isn’t it supposed to be healthier or something?” you ask, getting out of bed. “I know I should, but I just love to sleep.”

“It is,” he answers simply. “While you get ready, I can go get breakfast, if you want.”

Through a yawn, you agree and send him down to the lobby. You hop in the shower, suddenly feeling the reality of this trip set in. You, for all intents and purposes, are dating Spencer Reid for the entire week. 

“Don’t fuck this up” is all you can think. Stepping out of the shower, you sigh. Today is the start of the hardest week of your life, but for now, you have a few moments to yourself before this relationship suffocates you.

When you walk out of the bathroom, you are a bit surprised to see Spencer already sitting on the bed, an array of breakfast pastries around him. “I know you have a sweet tooth,” he answers plainly.

You giggle before falling onto the bed next to him. “So do you.”

He blushes before taking a bit out of a chocolate muffin. 

“So, what’s the plan for today?” You grab a danish from the pile. “I mean, I know that you’re showing me around, but like, I didn’t know if you had thought much about it.”

Oh, he had thought about it. More than he was willing to let on. Much, much more. “I mean, I can take you past the schools and stuff. The first casino I got banned from,” he suggests with a smirk.

“I’d love that.” You lean against the pillows behind you. “Do you think you could teach me how to get banned from a casino?”

He pretends to think about it for a minute. “I’ve seen you play poker.”

You give him a playful shove, and you let yourself indulge in the moment. For that moment, you aren’t pretending to date him. You are having a conversation with your boyfriend. 

A few more shared giggles and an extra pastry later, the two of you are ready to go. You toss Spencer the keys to the rental. When he raises his eyebrows, you shrug. “You’re my boyfriend,” you answer.

Spencer doesn’t argue with you. In all honesty, he’s quite certain that his brain stopped functioning as soon as you called him your boyfriend. With shaking hands, he starts the car. He’s not exactly eager to show you where he grew up. He understands that this is a normal couple activity. But, this is not a normal couple, and Spencer certainly did not have a normal childhood. All he can think about is how poorly this could go. Then, he starts thinking about why he doesn’t go by these places anymore, how many bad memories he has here.

“So,” you start, pulling him out of his thoughts, “I totally get it if this is too invasive or something, but how did you get from elementary school to high school?”

He wants to dismiss the question. Afterall, you gave him an out. “The teachers thought that it would be best for me to skip as many grades as possible. My mom was having a hard enough time raising me on her own. When the teachers said it would be best, she believed them.”

You place your hand over his on the center console, sensing his discomfort. “I mean, I know it wasn’t the most pleasant experience, but I’m glad you did it. I’m glad you’re here.”

He blushes and tries to deflect. “I think my kindergarten teacher just didn’t want to deal with me. On the first day of school, she read Love You Forever to us and got annoyed when I read the book out loud with her.” 

You rarely got the chance to think of Spencer as a kid. A real kid, who wanted to share his knowledge with his class, completely uninhibited by the context of the situation. “I never cared for that book. It gives off weird mother energy.”

He laughs at your admission. “I loved everything Babar,” he states, noticing how your eyes light up. “On our first day of school, we got to go the library. It was the first time I was surrounded by books for my age. I checked out every single Babar book.” He smiles at the memory. He hadn’t thought about it in a while. “When I came back the next day, the librarian told me they had some Richard Scarry books that I might like.”

“Was he the Pie Rats guy?” you interject.

“Pirates?”

“No. Pie Rats. Like, the dessert and rats. I don’t remember much but there were these pirates, rats, rat pirates, who stole a pie. Anyway, it was my sister’s favorite book. I can’t tell you how many times I read it to her before bed.”

“My mom used to read sonnets before I went to bed.”

“Maybe not the most developmentally appropriate,” you comment, “but very sweet.”

He blushes again, and directs your attention out the window. “There’s the elementary school.” It’s the middle of the day, and there are kids on the playground, so he doesn’t linger. “They’ve upgraded the playground since I’ve been here.”

“What was your favorite thing on the playground?” you ask, before guessing, “You strike me as a swings kid. Like, you definitely ran onto the playground so that you could stay on them all recess.”

“You’re a pretty good profiler,” he answers. He doesn’t want to tell you that even for his brief time in elementary school, he was picked on and found it easier to stay with the librarian during recess than go outside and play, but whenever he was on a playground, he always ran to the swings. To this day, when he takes Henry to the park, he swings next to him. “Was your favorite the slide?”

“It would have been if Tyler hadn’t started charging for it. A piece of mulch for one slide,” you explain with a scoff. “If he was on the playground, I hung out on one of the jungle gyms. In fifth grade, they added a merry-go-round, which was a huge hit.”

“Good choice,” he comments, driving past the middle school without acknowledging it.

“Yeah, if I were showing you around my hometown, I would skip the middle school, too.” 

“I didn’t spend much time there.”

“Alright, smartypants,” you mutter with a playful glint in your eyes. 

It’s a bit of a drive from the middle school to the high school, so he turns his attention back to the charade. “So, we went over our first date and how we started dating, what else do we need?”

“She’s your mom, so what do you think she’s going to ask?”

“She’ll want to know what we plan for the future.” He anxiously drums a pattern onto the steering wheel. 

“Well,” you start, unsure how much you want to admit, “if I’m meeting your mom, we have to be pretty serious, right?”

He nods, not trusting his voice.

“So, we would be planning on getting married at some point, right? Having kids?” When he doesn’t react, you try to backtrack on your statement. “I mean, we haven’t been dating for a year, so we don’t have to have all the details ironed out yet, but yeah, I’m good with that if you are.”

“Sounds good,” he squeaks. 

“Do you want to have kids?”

“Yes,” he answers without hesitation. “Do you?”

“Yeah, I do,” you answer, looking directly at him.

Spencer has never been more grateful to pull up to the high school. “This is the high school.”

“You don’t seem real happy to be here.”

“I never was.”

You squeeze his hand, which he almost forgot you were holding. “Can we stop by your house?”

“Yeah,” he responds, eagerly driving away. “Of course.” While passes the school, he can’t help but ask the question he’s not sure he wants an answer to. “Were you one of the mean girls?”

“No,” you answer. “I mean, yeah, I was sixteen and probably a bitch, but I never intentionally made someone feel bad.” You rub your thumb over his knuckles. “I mean, and I know this isn’t the answer you want, but I probably wouldn’t have been your friend in high school. I would have largely ignored you, or cheated off your homework when I forgot to do mine.” 

You expect him to pull his hand away, but he doesn’t. Instead, he laughs. A genuine, Spencer laugh. “That is the most honest answer I’ve ever heard.” When he calms down, he whispers, “Thank you.”

“I’m not going to lie to you, Spencer.” The sincerity in your voice makes Spencer forget that the entire reason you are here is to help him lie and that, when his mother asks you anything, you will have to lie to her and that that means you will have to lie to him.

“I’m not going to lie to you either,” he says, and he means it.

With a weird, heavy atmosphere hanging over a trip that was supposed to end with you getting banned from a casino, you quickly change the topic. “We still haven’t found a pet name for you.”

“Or you,” he counters.

“Alright, sweetheart, whatcha got?”

“Baby doll?”

“Ooh, old timey.”

“I hope that wasn’t your offer,” he jokes.

You laugh. “Well, I guess I’ve got to cross ‘grandpa’ off my list too.”

On the drive to the house, you settle on ‘sunshine’ for him and ‘doll’ for you. He drives by the house, making sure to only share good memories with you before taking you back to the hotel. 

“I know that today wasn’t the easiest thing for you, but I truly appreciate you sharing this with me,” you say as he parks the car.

“Honestly, today was fun. I wouldn’t have thought of most of that until today.”

It takes everything in you not to lean in and kiss him right then. Instead, you push open the car door, separating yourself from him for just a moment.

“It’s only noon,” he states. “Is there anything else you want to do?”

You pause for a moment, leaning against the car. “I really just want to talk to you.”

Spencer wants to believe that you are saying that because you want to spend more time with him, because you truly want to get to know him, but he knows better. This is just until Thursday. After that, the two of you will go back to being nothing more than friends. “Makes sense. It would make tomorrow better.”

Right, tomorrow. Your heart sinks. Tomorrow and Thursday are the only times you get to be a couple. After that, you’ll be (Y/N) again. Not doll. Just (Y/N). You make a small hum of approval before following him up to your room.

He sits on the desk chair. “So, what do you want to know?”

Falling onto your bed, you answer, “I wouldn’t have even thought to ask you about most of the stuff you told me. Should we just-” you cringe as you finish the sentence “-look up some questions?”

“There was a study that determined the 36 questions you should ask your partner that supposedly lead to love,” he explains. “It comes from the idea that you should be able to be vulnerable with a person if you are going to spend the rest of your life together. Do you want to give those a shot?”

With the idea that these questions could somehow make Spencer love you, you agree.

“The first is if you could have dinner with anyone, living or dead, who would it be?”

You pause for a moment, really considering the question. “I mean, part of me wants to say a saint or a scholar or someone I could really learn from, y’know, but I also think I want to say that to impress you,” you laugh. “I think dinner with Billy Crystal would be fun.”

He chuckles, not expecting your answer. “I’d have dinner with Gideon. I’m not sure if I would say anything or expect him to, but I just want to see him again, just in case I needed something.”

Smiling, you prompt him for the next question. The two of you spend a few hours laughing and grimacing and just talking. You abandoned the list around question eleven, but that hasn’t slowed the two of you down any. It isn’t until you hear your phone chime that you notice the time.

“We should probably get dinner.”

He glances at the alarm clock, before laughing, “Yeah, probably. Do you want to go out?”

You agree, telling him to pick whatever he wants. He settles a mediocre diner that he remembers, but you honestly couldn’t care less about the food. You are, essentially, on a date with Spencer.

When he pays the bill without even letting you offer to split it, you lose yourself in the fantasy. It all becomes too real, and you’re having trouble determining where this ends.

Spencer tries to convince himself that you’re quiet because you simply have nothing more to say. However, he has spent too many years as a profiler to not notice how on edge you are. But, if you aren’t going to tell him what’s bothering you, he certainly isn’t going to push you.

As you walk back into the hotel, you feel like you’re suffocating. How could you agree to this? Why would you agree to torture yourself like this? You had thought you could handle this. Obviously, you were wrong. 

Surely, if you just tell Spencer, you’ll feel better. No, you should wait until tomorrow. Meet his mom, and tell him after, that way, if he doesn’t want to be seen with you after (not that you could blame him), he can tell his mom that you got sick and had to stay back while you’re well on your way to Virginia.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he announces, leaving you alone. 

You try to settle yourself. You need to sleep tonight. If you don’t, you’ll be too stressed to get through the day, and you will ruin this whole thing. You make a cup of tea, hoping it will calm you enough to make it through the night.

Spencer steps into the water, letting the wash over him. This trip has been tougher than he thought it would be. He had planned on telling you the truth, that he actually just wanted to ask you on a date but couldn’t muster up the courage to actually ask you. But, things, as they tend to go for Spencer, got very complicated very quickly. 

Now, it’s too late for you to back out if you want to. He just has to get through tomorrow. Then, if you want, you can spend the rest of the week pretending you don’t know him, and he will have just enough time to pretend like his heart wasn’t broken before returning to work.

As he gets dressed, he glances at his watch. He only has to live like this for roughly thirteen hours. Ever unlucky thirteen. He tugs at the sleeve of his sweatshirt, pulling it so that it covers his hand, his fingers rubbing the fraying edge. Thirteen hours. 

He climbs into the bed next to yours, willing himself to stop thinking about how much he wants it to be yours. “Good night.”

You smile at him, rolling over to turn off your light. “Good night, Spence.”

You’re not sure that you sleep more than an hour the entire night. If you weren’t so caught up in yourself, you would have noticed that Spencer maybe slept and hour and a half. 

Finally deciding that you are not getting any more sleep, you pull yourself out of the bed, ready to just get today over with. You hide out in the bathroom, hoping that the shower drain will swallow you and you won’t actually have to convince Spencer’s mom that you are head-over-heels in love with him, while pretending that you aren’t actually in love with him, before you tell him that you are an appropriate amount of in love with.

Easy as pie.

You stare at yourself in the mirror, hoping that you look believable, before pushing open the door. 

The two of you spend the morning dancing around each other, keeping conversation to a minimum and praying that neither of you blows this. Spencer convinces himself that you are just nervous to meet his mom, and you convince yourself that your nervousness is making you think he is nervous. 

As he leads you into the building, he tries to steady his nerves, knowing that his mom will not hesitate to point out how uncomfortable he is. He can do this.

“Diana, you have some visitors,” the nurse says, leaving the three of you alone. 

“Hi, mom.”

Her face lights up, and you start to second guess this whole thing. “Spencer! Is this (Y/N)?”

“Hi, Mrs. Reid, it’s great to finally meet you.”

She gives you a soft smile as you sit down. “Spencer absolutely adores you,” she states, causing Spencer to blush. “He’s been telling me about you for years. I was incredibly excited to meet you.”

You giggle, not quite sure how to handle this. As he tries to take control of the conversation, you can’t stop thinking of her comment. Years? You had agreed to do this only a few weeks ago. 

Luckily for you, the two of them fall into a conversation that doesn’t involve you. Occasionally, you chime in to back up the lie that the two of you have constructed or to gush over him, but you try to step back and let the two of them enjoy their time together. Finally having your chance to play the role of Spencer Reid’s girlfriend, you lean into him, letting yourself go for a moment before that all comes crashing down. 

Spencer feels you squeeze his hand as you excuse yourself to the restroom. As soon as you’re gone, his mother asks, “You are getting married soon, right?”

He flounders for an answer. Starting about four different sentences before she continues, “You obviously love the girl. She loves you, too.”

He settles on a tight-lipped smile as a response.

By the time you come back, Spencer has been thoroughly embarrassed and feels absolutely horrible for lying to his mom. As he sees her start to drift off, he makes an excuse to leave. Despite your surprise, you don’t protest. 

Once the car door shuts, he turns to you. “I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have done that.”

“Spence?”

“We shouldn’t have done. I especially shouldn’t have asked you to do that.”

You have to stop yourself from physically grimacing at his words. So much for telling him how you feel. “I’m sorry.”

The dejection in your voice makes Spencer’s heart break. He drums his fingers on the wheel, trying to think of a way out of this. He sighs, knowing that there is only one way to even try to fix this. “I just really really wanted you to meet my mom as my girlfriend. My real girlfriend. I got so overwhelmed trying to keep up the lie. You didn’t deserve that. You sure as hell don’t deserve me, but I just need you to know where I’m coming from.”

You place your hand over his on the steering wheel with a smile. Suddenly, Spencer feels that everything will be okay.

[golden-barnes]

Audacity

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Bucky has a long list of reasons to hate John Walker. But the fake Captain America deciding to flirt with you, definitely takes the cake.

Category: Smut 18+

Warning: Jealous Bucky is just soft dom! Bucky, dirty talk, penetrative sex, slight chocking, closet sex, and just John Walker being annoying

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: trying out this new format bc I liked the way it look when I did the Spencer Reid fic. A small spoiler warning for the newest FATWS episode but other than that it’s like an AU bc this really has nothing to do with yesterdays’ episode. Comment and reblog pls and thank you!

There’s a lot to hate about John Walker. The fact that he is trying to replace Steve as a cheap version of Captain America. His stupid face and the way he handles the shield. Even the way he speaks comes off as pretentious and arrogant.

But what really made Bucky seethe with anger is the fact that his little beady eyes would not stop looking at you. Undressing you with his eyes. Taking in every move and gesture you made. It made Bucky’s blood boil. He kept clenching and unclenching his fist. How haven’t you noticed his insisting fucking starring? 

“Can you chip your teeth? Because I’m pretty sure you might by how clenched your jaw” Sam said, patting Bucky on the back. He just rolled his eyes but decided not to say anything. 

There was nothing that can be done. They made a silent pack not to anger the imposter. The government had asked Sam, Bucky and you to help out with a smuggling ring that they have discovered and low and behold, their little Captain America got his ass handed to him. They basically begged them to help. Bucky almost screamed a Fuck no into their faces but you managed to hold him off from punching the soldier that appeared at your apartment. 

You turned around and bent over to pick up something. You were unaware that the fake Captain America licked his crusty lips while looking at you. He kept eying you like a piece of meat. Bucky rolled his eyes again and turned to Sam who was quietly reading the reports.

“Can I punch him?” Bucky whispered to Sam.

“Do you want your pardon to be revoked?” Sam said to him, not even looking up from the reports.

“There’s nobody here. Y/N won’t say anything. You definitely won’t mind.” Bucky whispered, glaring at the blond man that kept staring at you. You clearly didn’t give a shit about him. Therefore, why was he still looking at you?

Sam rolled his eyes at his ex-assassin friend. “Yeah, and later we can steal the shield.” Sam looked up from the reports and pushed them to the side. 

“Exactly! Yeah, now that’s a plan.” Bucky said excitedly, standing up from his chair trying to make his way to John before being stopped by Sam, who grabbed his friend by the arm and pulled him back into his chair. Before Bucky could protest, he heard you whistle at them. 

“Hey, guys! I think I have something.” You said. The three men surrounded you, while you were explaining how you found out the new base location for the smuggling ring.

Bucky tried his best to focus on what you were saying and your explanation, but he couldn’t help but notice that the Kmart version of Captain America was inching closer and closer to you. Didn’t this man have a wife? Bucky swore he read that somewhere. Why does he keep staring and getting closer to you?

“Oh! Sorry, ma’am.” The jackass said, when he “accidentally” bumped into you, he grabbed your waist and forearm to stabilize you. 

“It’s okay.“ You told him, and let out a soft chuckle. Bucky felt his pen explode in his hand. The three of you turned to the pouty super soldier who just rolled his eyes and went back to looking at the schematics. 

You knew something was up with Bucky. He didn’t say anything. Not after the pen exploding incident. Not even when you were joking around with Sam. He loved making witty comebacks to your jokes. It was your thing. 

But maybe it was John Walker’s presence that made it uncomfortable for him. You knew Bucky hated the guy, mostly cause he took Steve’s spot without earning it. But there was something more to this. Bucky has always had a staring problem, but the number of sharp glares he has been sending to Walker has been enough to alert anyone. You couldn’t comfort him, not without making it super apparent that you are dating. And Bucky had already expressed that he doesn’t want to publicize it unless it’s only Sam that’s around. 

“Agent Y/L/N, I think I found something,” Torres said, signaling to you to go follow him upstairs. You took one last look at Bucky, who was still glaring at the oblivious John Walker.

“Damn, I don’t know how you guys get any work done with that around you all the time,” John said, staring at you walking up the stairs. More specifically, staring at your ass. 

Bucky looked at Sam, almost begging him to let him punch the douchebag that is this man. But Sam gripped his forearm. Bucky will not lose his pardon like this. 

“How about we focus on the damn mission?” Bucky almost growled. John Walker put his hands up.

“I’m sorry man. It’s just- look at her.” John sat back and leaned into his chair. From the distance, he could see you talking to Torres. 

“C’mon man. You asked us for our help but we aren’t here to do all the work.” Sam said trying to be the peacemaker between the super-soldier with a murderous gaze and the soldier with the wondering eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah sorry.” John said trying to go back to the records. You were descending from the stairs and walking over to them. John brought his attention back to you. The way your hips would sway when you walked. The confidence in every step. Everything Bucky loved, and apparently fucking John did too.

“Guys, I think we need to rest for today. I am a little bit burned out. I think we all are.” You said, with your hands on your hips. Bucky felt his heart clench, you did look tired. Especially because you were almost doing all the work and piecing all of the clues. 

“That’s an incredible idea.” Sam said stretching in his chair. He also looked tired. It made Bucky feel bad that he has been focusing all his energy on glaring and not helping out. He almost felt guilty.

Almost because a surge of rage flows through him again. John “Can’t take a hint” Walker smirked at you while you were grabbing the files that were on the table. 

Bucky didn’t even give you a chance to say goodbye. To Sam or the annoying motherfucker that made Bucky want to break rule number 2.

“Woah, Buck. what are you doing?” You said while the brunet dragged you around the base. His grip on your forearm was hard but not enough for it to hurt. Bucky wouldn’t hurt you, not in any way you wouldn’t like it. 

There was something about how Bucky was walking, the silence, the way he was searching for something but never letting go of you.

Bucky opened up a closet door. 

“Get in, doll.”  He whispered in your ear, in a low deep voice. You let out a gasp, feeling goosebumps all over your body. You looked at Bucky in the eyes, and you knew he wasn’t in the mood for a fight. You entered the closet space without protesting.

It was a small storage closet. It barely had anything in it so you felt cramped. You turned to Bucky, while he closed the door. The man stalked towards you and you walked backward till your back hit the wall. Bucky had you cornered, and you didn’t mind it.

“Did you have fun, doll?” Bucky said, getting close to your face. His hands went to your hips, pulling you towards him. 

“Buck, what are you talking about?” You whispered to him. Bucky rolled his eyes and took one of his hands off your hips. Placing it on your neck, lightly applying some pressure to it. You gasped at his touch, he chuckled a bit at your reaction. 

“C’mon darling. Did you have fun playing around with the imposter Captain America? I mean he had fun looking at you. So I’m assuming that you had fun being looked at.” He said, with his hand still on your neck and his face inches away from your face. You looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Oh, you didn’t notice that. Well, I did. Maybe I should teach you who do you belong to. Would you like that sweetheart?” He said, his breath tickling your lip. You nodded, breathless. Bucky smiled at you.

The hand that was around your neck, went to your chin. Grabbing it and pulling you closer so that your lips would meet. His hands started to wander across your body, while yours looped around his neck. 

Your kisses started to grow hungrier, more desperate. As if Bucky spotted kissing you, you would fade away. His hands reached the zipper of your pants and pulled it down. Not even breaking from your kiss, Bucky managed to push your pants down. You break from your kiss to get out of them, while Bucky took off his pants and underwear.

He didn’t wait. He pushed you softly back on the wall and started to leave kisses and soft bites all over your neck. 

“Jump, baby girl,” He said softly against your skin, patting your butt.

 And you did just so. Wrapping your legs around his waist, with one of his hands on your ass and another moving your panties to the side. 

“Hold that there, baby. Let me make you feel so good.” Holding his neck with one hand, you moved another hand to hold your panties to the side, to make it easy for him.

“Good girl.”And with one thrust, he was inside you, hitting all the spot. You moaned and gripped the back of his neck tightly.

“Like that doll? Can anyone else do this to you uhn? C’mon doll give me everything you got.” With every word that came out of his mouth, he would thrust hard and deep into you. You felt lightheaded. Your legs tightening around his waist but his thrust wouldn’t stop.

“Fuck, Buck. Don’t stop.” You gasped. Bucky kept kissing your neck. Overloading your senses. You were close, you knew it. Bucky knew it. You could feel him grin against your skin.

“Who makes you feel this good, doll?” He asked. You gasped at his sudden change in pace. He started to thrust more desperately, less controlled. He was close too.

“You. Fuck, only you.Shit, Bucky. I’m going to cum.”  Bucky smirked at you.

“Then cum, doll.” Bucky silenced your cries with his lips. Still thrusting into you, letting you ride your high and getting to his. And that wouldn’t be long.

With one final thrust, Bucky came. He gave you a soft kiss on the lips and let you down.

“I love you, James Buchanan Barnes.” You said, putting on your pants.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He smiled at you. You slapped his chest lightly, which made him laugh.

“I hope you realize that I would never go with discount Captain America over there.” You joked which made Bucky laugh even harder. You both were dressed and tried to look as decent as you could to leave the closet and the base.

“Let’s hope that fucking in an army base won’t be the reason you lose your pardon.” You said, grabbing Bucky’s hand, to give him reassurance. He gave you a smirk.

“Maybe if we let them watch, they won’t take it away,” Bucky replied to you, giving you a wink. 

“Yeah and get John Walker to join would also help your case.” Bucky stopped in his tracks and looked at you.

“Oh, you are gonna get it when we get home.” Now it was your turn to wink at your boyfriend.

“I’m hoping I do.” Bucky shook his head but pulled you closer to him. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, walking towards the exit of the base. Confident that John Walker couldn’t take you away from him.

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Burn The Witch 24 - Post Break Up [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, lovers to enemies, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Break ups are never easy.

Series Masterlist

A real spy, a good spy didn’t get scared.

That was one of the most important things they had taught you back at the academy. Being scared got you killed, so you always had to look for weapons or something you could use to save yourself.

Save yourself, take the target down if you can, and if you can’t; get out of there as soon as possible.

For some reason, none of those options felt like they would work against the most feared assassin in the world. Bucky tilted his head, his gaze bored into yours and you stole a look at the counter from the corner of your eye to see what you could use against him.

“Oh come on, do we really have to do that?”

You grabbed the knife on the counter, flipping it in your hand.

“What kind of an assassin would I be if I didn’t fight back?”

He pulled his brows together.

“Fight back?” he asked but before he could say anything else, you had already lunged at him. He dodged the knife way too easily and grabbed to twist your arm, but you went under his arm and jumped to wrap your legs around his neck, using the momentum to make him lose his balance before you both fell to the ground.

“Brings back the memories,” you grunted and he got out of your tight grip quite easily to grab at you, but you had already jumped on your feet. You darted at him and he sent you back, your back hitting the wall hard. You fell on your knees and snatched the knife off the floor but as soon as you got on your feet again, he let out a breath.

“I’m not going to hurt you, okay?”

A hysterical laughter escaped from your lips, “You do realize that it’s not my first day, right?”

“Do you seriously think I’d hurt you?”

“I think if somebody crossed me the way I crossed you, I wouldn’t let them live.”

“Yeah well, good thing I’m not you.”

You frowned slightly, trying to catch your breath as you held the knife tighter.

“Then what the fuck is this?” you asked, “Closure?”

“Oh no I think we’ve had closure,” he said, anger dripping off his voice, “This is a transaction.”

You stared at him and he reached into his pocket to pull out a thumb drive.

Well.

Okay. It was clear that you had misread this situation.

You put the knife on the table and crossed your arms, leaning back, “What is that?”

“This is the information of everyone I hurt on my Winter Soldier days,” he said, “Dates, names, occupations…. Your father’s name isn’t on it.”

Your stomach did a painful flip, “I know,” you rasped out, “I… um- I found out after I left that night.”

“HYDRA doesn’t have anything on your father, as far as I’ve seen.”

You nodded slowly, “And you’re helping me why?”

“I’m not helping you,” he stated, “I just know how it feels to be manipulated into doing something. Everyone deserves answers, no matter how terrible people they are.”

Well, you deserved that and much more.

“I see,” you said, “Well, for what it’s worth, thank you.”

He eyed you up and down silently.

“Why did you try to get me out of the country?” he asked after a beat, “That night? Why did you try to help?”

You bit inside your cheek, commanding yourself to stay strong.

“Does it matter after this point?” you asked back and he let out a breath, shaking his head.

“I guess not,” he mumbled and walked to the window, making you take a step towards him.

“Can I—“ you spoke before he could jump out, making him turn around to look at you, “Can I ask you something?”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“Why would you not want revenge?” you asked, “It’s assassin 101. Why not come after me for all these months?”

Why didn’t you try to find me?

That was what you wanted to ask. As twisted as it was, you would’ve taken him coming after you over him forgetting about you.

Well, as it turned out, no one could say assassins were reasonable people when it came to romance.

“I’m not that person anymore,” he said, “And honestly? You’re not worth it.”

Ah. That.

You could swear your heart was cracking but you pursed your lips together, forcing yourself to look unaffected.

“Fair enough,” you rasped out and took a deep breath. “Goodbye Bucky.”

He swallowed thickly, his gaze fixed on you.

“Goodbye Shrike,” he murmured and jumped out of the window, leaving you all alone, standing there in the middle of your apartment. You blinked back the tears, then ran a hand over your face.

“Get your shit together,” you murmured to yourself, then grabbed the wine glass to down it.

                                             *

The next day you were so busy with the HYDRA files Bucky had given you that you barely noticed Keith pulling a seat to plop down beside you.

“Hi there.”

“Hey,” you said without pulling your gaze off the screen as Keith put a cup of coffee on the table. “Thanks man.”

“No problem. What’re you working on?”

“Oh just some old files.”

“Old files? Where did you get them?”

“Bucky gave them to me last night.”

Keith sputtered out his coffee, causing you to make a face and grab the napkins to wipe the screen.

“Is this your first time they let you out into the real world or something?” you asked him, “Like, what is this? Were you raised in a barn? I don’t want your fucking germs—“

“Screw you. You met Barnes last night?” he lowered his voice, looking around and you shrugged.

“Met is the wrong word.”

“Y/N, what the fuck?”

“It’s not like I texted him to meet!” you whispered, “He just showed up!”

“Okay, we need to give you some protection—“

“No, and you’re not telling anyone.”

“You’re not safe!” he whispered and you shook her head.

“He’s not gonna hurt me.”

“Y/N-“

“He’s not,” you cut him off, “If he wanted me dead, I’d be dead. I talk big talk, but trust me if he came after me, I wouldn’t stand a chance. I actually saw that last night.”

“Why was he there?”

“To give me this thumb drive,” you said, “I’m just going through this HYDRA stuff to see whether they had something on my father, whether— I don’t know, whether I missed something on our files.”

“We checked everything we had on HYDRA.”

“I’m just making sure.”

“What did he say?”

“Hm?”

“What did you talk about last night, when he showed up?”

“You know, typical break up stuff,” you murmured before peeling your eyes off the screen. “He broke into my apartment, gave me a thumb drive with top secret information and oh—before I forget, he said I wasn’t worth going after.”

He blinked a couple of times, staring at you.

“I’m sorry?”

“So much for civil exes huh?”

“More like evil exes,” he commented, “You know he’s being a jerk to you because you tore his heart out, right?”

“I can’t really blame him,” you muttered, “He’s right to be upset.”

“But are you okay?”

You scoffed a laugh, “I betrayed the one person who I could see a future with,” you admitted, “And six months apparently wasn’t enough to get over him. So no, Keith, I’m really not okay.”

He pressed his lips together.

“What if we got you out there? You know, maybe you can’t get over someone without getting under someone.”

“I’ve had sex in the last six months, that’s not working.”

“Barnes hasn’t.”

That was enough to make you turn your head, your whole attention on him.

“What?”

“We’ve um… we’ve kept an eye on Barnes and Wilson, you know, what they have been doing. Barnes isn’t even meeting people.”

“Maybe he is and you don’t know.”

“Nope,” he said, “He and Captain America have been going on their own missions, but since Accords 2.0 didn’t pass, we can’t touch them.”

You tilted your head, “Hold on, what missions?”

A big grin pulled at Keith’s lips.

“Y/N, are you asking me to share classified information with you?”

You arched a brow and eyed you up and down, then steered your office chair a little to the left.

“I’m glad you came back,” he said, dragging his fingers on the touchpad to find the files, “Things were getting a little boring here.”

                                                    *

As a spy, finding targets wasn’t something you were unfamiliar with. In fact, since coming back here you were beginning to feel less like a professional spy and more like a rookie in training. You were growing restless every minute you weren’t working, and maybe that was why you were dying to keep yourself busy with something.

Even if that something was completely forbidden by your agency and you would probably be sent to another country again if they ever found that out.

So searching for where Bucky and Sam were using the agency’s resources was probably a bad idea, yet there you were.

You took a deep breath, then approached their table and plopped down to the seat next to Bucky’s.

“You’re going after HYDRA’s leader?”

Bucky’s head whipped up and Sam gawked at you for a second before pulling his brows together.

“What the…”

“Who’s your source?”

“What are you doing here?” Bucky asked through his teeth and you crossed your arms.

“Paying back the favor.”

“Well don’t. I don’t want you here.”

“How did you even know-“

“I’m a spy, Sam,” you stated, “And the agency has been watching you, do you guys seriously think we've left you alone?”

“I was actually hoping you’d leave me alone, yeah.” Bucky growled through his teeth and your heart dropped to your stomach, but you managed to shake your head.

“I don’t—“

“Your agency has been keeping tracks on us?”

You nibbled on your lip, “Just because Accords 2.0 was a failure…” you trailed off and Bucky scoffed, drumming his metal fingers on the table.

“Why are you here?”

“Listen I get it, you hate me,” you said, “Fine. Not a big deal, I can live with that. But I just- I can help.”

Bucky stared at you as if he was waiting for you to say you were joking, but when you didn’t, he let out a bitter laugh.

“You’re not serious, right?”

“Bucky,” Sam said warningly and he threw his hands up.

“You can’t possibly be entertaining this.”

“I’m just asking what the agency knows, that’s all.”

You heaved a deep sigh, trying your hardest not to show your disappointment on your face. It wasn’t like you expected Bucky to welcome you, but you were at least hoping—

Well.

It didn’t matter what you were hoping, it was very obvious that Bucky would never forgive you.

“They’ve just been keeping tracks on you,” you said, “I don’t think any of them put the clues together, and they can’t touch you even if they did, you’d have to do something first. Especially after the last fail—“

“Oh you mean when they took me in after you lied to me about everything and leashed them on me?” Bucky asked you, “That fail?”

You clicked your tongue, “Yeah. That one.”

“Un-fucking-believable.”

“Bucky.”

“But I’ve been going after different HYDRA officials for the last couple of years, and I’ve spent the last 6 months going over everything we had on them, I know some of their locations. So going after HYDRA leader then? Or his super secret location? Why?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, “Forgive me if I’m not in a sharing mood after learning about what a liar you are. As far as you’re concerned, we’re not doing anything.”

“But I’m trying to make amends—“

“Not interested.” Bucky cut you off and you swallowed thickly.

“You’ve seen me fight,” you insisted, “You’ve— you’ve seen how good I am at my job, okay? I just— I swear I won’t say anything to the agency, just let me help.”

Sam looked between you two and turned to Bucky.

“That’s not such a—“

“Don’t say it.”

“Even you have to admit, that’s not a terrible idea.”

“You’d have to be crazy to think you can trust her,” Bucky argued back, “I get that you always want to see the best in people, but you can’t, not with her.”

“I’m sitting right here,” you reminded him and Bucky shrugged his shoulders.

“I know, feel free to leave.”

“Don’t,” Sam told you and Bucky frowned.

“You’re joking.”

“Bucky, she could help.”

“And then turn us in.”

“The agency lied to me about my father, I’m not going to turn you in or do anything to have me manipulated by them again. Whatever the mission is, they won’t know about it, you have my word.”

“Because your word holds any value for me?” Bucky asked you, his voice way too calm and you clenched your jaw.

“The mission doesn’t require a honey trap,” he said when you didn’t answer his rhetorical question, “Thanks for the offer though, Y/N. Go to hell.”

With that, he walked out of the café and you just sat there completely frozen. You could swear your heart weighed a ton in your chest, and your eyes were burning but you quickly blinked the tears back, then shrugged your shoulders.

“That went well.”

“Do you really want to help?” Sam asked after a couple of seconds of silence and you nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

You scoffed a bitter laugh, “Other than apparently signing my own death warrant?” you asked, “I owe him. He doesn’t want to go after me for using him, fine. He still deserves justice. HYDRA destroyed his life, the least I can do is help him get back at them, make them pay.”

Sam raised his brows, “You feel that guilty huh?”

You didn’t have any answer to that, and he took a deep breath.

“Can I trust you?”

“You can,” you murmured, “I want you to, but… I wouldn’t.”

“Okay. Let me rephrase the question, will you betray his trust again?”

There was no hesitation in your voice when you spoke, “I’d rather die.”

Sam held your gaze as if trying to see whether you were sincere or not, then cleared his throat.

“Let me think about it,” he said, “I’m not saying no, okay? Let me think about it and talk with him.”

You nodded slowly, “Thank you.”

He shot you a small smile, then walked out of the café, leaving you alone there. You shut your eyes, leaning your head back and letting out a breath.

“Great,” you muttered, “This should be fun.”

Chapter 25

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Doctor’s Note

We all know how Lila fakes having different diseases and medical problems, but what would happen if she actually got sick and her mother went to the school to drop off a doctor’s note and pick up Lila’s assignments? Want the answer? Warm-Fuzzies and please enjoy!

Greta Rossi could admit that she was a bit of a workaholic. Being the secretary to the assistant ambassador of Italy, in a city that was constantly under attack by a magical terrorist, was not the easiest job in the world either. It took a lot of early mornings, late nights, and even some weekends to make sure everything was prepared for her boss. But that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t drop everything for her one and only daughter when she needed her. 

Right now, for example, Lila was trapped in bed with a nasty case of strep throat. The poor girl had a fever, white pustules at the back of her throat, and could hardly stop coughing. It was only due to some very strong medicine that she was able to stop coughing long enough to pass out from exhaustion. 

She had contacted her work to let them know she would be taking the week off, and the ambassador had been very understanding. Stressing that he knew how dedicated she was to her work and that it was good for her to take time off for her family. It was only after Lila was sound asleep that she made the phone call to her school, she wanted to make sure they knew why Lila was staying home and that she would be in later that afternoon to pick up her daughter’s assignments for the next week.

The principal, M. Damocles was his name, seemed very happy to have spoken to her and said that he would have her assignments waiting when she came to pick them up. Also, if she could bring the doctors’ notes with her, that would be very much appreciated.

Checking again that Lila was sound asleep, she left a note on her daughter’s bedside table that she was running some errands, would be home soon, and to text her if she needed anything. 

Arriving at the school, she was surprised to see everything running so smoothly and that the reconstruction after the two month akuma attack had been gone so well. She was impressed that she couldn’t even tell the difference between the old and new parts of the building. But then, she wasn’t overly skilled with architecture or building construction, so that wasn’t a surprise to her. 

A few knocks on the door and she entered M. Damocles office. She had only met the man a couple times, but he had seemed like a decent person. It was a shame that he had been akumatized for so long and she was curious about what had happened to cause him to be akumatized, but she wasn’t sure if it was proper to ask him.

“Mme. Rossi, good to see you. I understand that Lila has fallen ill?” He asked, spinning around to grab a blue folder behind his desk.

“Yes, the poor dear has strep throat and has been coughing nonstop for days.” Greta told him as she pulled the doctor’s note from her purse. “Here’s the note you requested, do you have her homework packet?”

Damocles looked over the note for a moment before nodding and looking at her expectantly. “Thank you, do you have her other doctor’s notes?”

Greta tilted her head in confusion. “Does she need more than one? It’s just strep throat, she should be back to school after next week.”

“No madam, this is all I need for her current leave from school. I was referring to the doctor’s notes for her tinnitus, arthritis, sprained wrist, and her lying disease. That last one especially, and any information you can give me on accommodating that one so we do not have a repeat of the incident last month.”

Nothing in the world could have kept her jaw from dropping. What he had just told her? “M. Damocles, everything you just said is completely false. Lila has no such ailments, and I don’t think there is such a thing as a lying disease, unless you are referring to pathological lying.”

The man blinked back at her a few times before raising one hand to rub his brow. “Oh my, Mme. Rossi, I believe you and I must have a long discussion about the things your daughter has been saying and doing since she started school here.”

Her legs were stiff as she lowered herself into a chair, a sick feeling growing in her stomach as M. Damocles pulled a different folder out from his desk.

~oOo~

Over two hours later, many truths had finally come out. 

1) The school had never closed for months due to akumas. 

2) When M. Damocles had been akumatized, it had been at night and did no damage to the school. 

3) Greta was not the ambassador, but a secretary. 

4) Lila did not suffer from any diseases. 

5) They had been in Paris since Lila had started school, no globetrotting whatsoever. 

6) She and her husband were not estranged, he had simply wanted to stay at his dream  job in Venice and she would never force him to leave it for her temporary assignment here in Paris. 

7) Lila’s grandmother was alive and had never owned or given Lila a foxtail necklace. 

8) The phone number on file was Lila’s number, not Greta’s. And the email was supposed to be ‘.gov’ not ‘.com’.

Damocles had also called one of Lila’s classmates to his office, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. When the principal told Greta about the incident from the previous month, she was shocked. Then Marinette told them her side of the story; all the lies, the threats, and finally setting the poor girl up to be expelled. Greta had never been so angry with her daughter in her life. Sure, she had been a good little story teller and actress when she was little, but she never would have thought she could be so cruel.

By the end of her explanation, Marinette was practically in tears.

When she mentioned that Adrien Agreste also knew of Lila’s lies, he was called to the office as well. He was a little more reluctant to talk about what Lila had been saying, but Greta insisted that she wanted to know what her daughter had been doing since coming to school, so he told her. If she hadn’t been disgusted before, she definitely was now. Getting Adrien’s father’s employees in trouble, lying about being friends with Ladybug all while telling Greta that she was a useless hero, sexually harassing Adrien while the boy didn’t even realize that was what she was doing to him. She had become a Gabriel model without her permission, which meant that Lila had likely forged her signatures on the contracts, so she would need to contact M. Agreste to get that sorted out. One of the things that surprised her was hearing that Lila had been akumatized, not once or twice, but three times! 

Not long after that, M. Damocles dismissed the children so he and Greta could finish speaking. He told her that, due to falsifying contact records and two months of truancy, Lila was likely to be expelled. Greta accepted this, knowing that she would have done the same thing in that man’s position. In fact, she already had a plan forming on how to thoroughly punish her deceitful daughter. And since Lila had basically been quarantined for the next week and a half, she knew exactly what to do.

First, she began the paperwork to have Lila pulled out of Francois Dupont, effective immediately and asked to go speak to Lila’s classmates. After hearing what her daughter had put Marinette through, she wanted to make sure everyone knew the truth. Damocles allowed this, first pulling Mme. Bustier from the class to alert her as to what was happening. The woman was appalled to hear what had happened but insisted that she had been in contact with her for months via email, to which Greta informed her that it was not her email, but one that Lila had likely set up to keep the school from contacting her. This shocked the teacher to the point where she heavily leaned against the wall and M. Damocles had to support her to keep from collapsing.

When Greta was finally permitted to address the class and debunk the lies that her daughter had been spewing, there had been a lot of shock and questions to follow. But when a girl named Alya began furiously typing on her phone to blow up at Lila, Greta stopped her.

“I’m going to ask that none of you contact Lila from now on.” Alya and the other students looked at her in surprise, but she continued before anyone could interrupt. “I have already begun putting her punishment into motion and know for a fact that it will not be something she will forget anytime soon. So I ask that you do not call, text, or email her. If she attempts to contact you, tell her that you are busy and can’t talk. If she attempts to invite you over or make plans for the future, tell her that you are unavailable or that you already have plans. If she makes any threats or rude remarks to anyone, please forward those messages to me, I will leave my number for you to do so. Do this so that I may move forward with her punishment without her suspecting that I have discovered the truth.”

Having finally had the wool lifted from their eyes, the students realized just how much attention Lila seemed to demand on a daily basis. So, by acting like they were too busy for her or not in the mood to talk, that will drive her crazy and be a nice bit of revenge for lying to them. The class agreed.

After that, Greta headed home to find that Lila was still asleep but beginning to wake up, if the coughing was any indicator. While still having the chance, she called up her husband back in Venice.

“Pronto.”

“Mio amor, how are you? How are things at the school?”

“Ah, mia bella, the school is wonderful, though I must admit, my urge to see you and Lila grows by the minute. When will you come to visit me?”

“Very soon, actually. I’m afraid that you and I need to have a talk about our daughter.” About thirty minutes and a lot of cursing later, Ciro Rossi was now completely up to date on the actions of their daughter.

“I wish to say that I cannot believe Lila would do such things, but I can’t help remembering that boy, Roberto, from two years ago.”

Yes, Greta remembered him well. He had been a very popular boy at Lila’s school; handsome, rich, from a very well connected family, and from what she understood, completely dedicated to his boyfriend. She hadn’t paid him much attention until Lila came home crying that Roberto had attempted to sexually assault her. Greta and Ciro had refused to let such a thing go unchecked and went to the police to report him. During the weeks to follow, Roberto was put through hell; bullied at school, he was beaten up a few times, his boyfriend broke up with him, and his name slandered all over Venice. They had believed what happened to the boy to be justified… until proof was provided that he was nowhere near Lila when she claimed to have been assaulted. 

She suddenly recanted her story, saying that she must have been mistaken and someone that looked like Roberto assaulted her, but the damage had already been done. The boy and his family moved somewhere far away, and Greta and Ciro were forced to pay restitution to Roberto for ruining his name and reputation. Through her tears, Lila convinced them that it had been an honest mistake and that she hadn’t meant for any of that to happen. It wasn’t long after that, Greta received an offer to be the secretary for the assistant ambassador in Paris. Lila had begged her mother to go with her, claiming that her classmates were now bullying her for what happened to Roberto. Wanting to protect their daughter, they agreed.

Looking back on it now, and noticing the similarities between Roberto and Adrien, both Greta and Ciro were disappointed in themselves for not seeing the truth. Which likely was that Lila had tried to get close to Roberto for his money and connections, and when he turned her down, she lied about the assault to ruin his life, much like she had done to Marinette. And when it came out that she had lied about Roberto, her classmates had turned on her. So when she got the chance to start somewhere new, with people who didn’t know about her lies, she took it. Not caring if she harmed anyone at her new school while repeating old habits. But they were not about to let Lila do the same thing to Adrien or Marinette. Once Greta told her husband her plan, he was all for it and began preparing things on his end. By the time Lila was done being sick, her entire life would have turned upside down.

~oOo~

It took a lot more effort than Greta had expected to hide her intentions for the nine days it took for Lila to get over her case of strep throat, but she had been making good use of that time. 

She had contacted Gabriel Agreste’s secretary and asked about any contracts that may have been signed. When she told her she hadn’t signed any contract and that her daughter would no longer be modelling, the woman had no choice but to accept this and inform M. Agreste of this development. The woman also informed Greta that such a breach of contract would result in Lila being blacklisted from the fashion industry. She agreed and promised that she would inform her daughter of this once she was better.

Greta then looked into Lila’s savings and trust fund, of which she had control of since Lila was still a minor. She drained the accounts to pay restitutions to Marinette for bullying and slander, Adrien for sexual harassment; and then sent the rest of it to Roberto, along with a message that she was now completely aware of the type of person her daughter was and would be adequately punished very soon.

And to keep too much suspicion off of her, Greta began mentioning to Lila how her father desperately wanted to see her after she got better, so after the doctor gave her a clean bill of health, they would be going to Venice to see him. Now that she was watching, Greta saw the twinge of uncertainty at the mention of Venice, but quickly covered it with false excitement for going back to visit her father.

As the day grew closer that they would be heading to Italy, Greta also noticed Lila glaring at her phone with utter malice. She might not have known what was going on if Lila’s classmate, Alya, wasn’t keeping her up-to-date on what Lila was telling them. Her daughter was attempting to tell the class that she was going to be going on a trip with a famous singer after she was better, but her classmates were doing as Greta asked and treating the lies as if they meant nothing. When she accused Marinette of calling her a liar while she was sick and couldn’t defend herself, the class stopped responding. 

One message that was forwarded to Greta nearly had her abandoning her plan and confronting her daughter at that moment. It was a message that Lila had sent to Marinette, who had shared it with Alya, who then forwarded it to Greta. It read:

You fugly, no talent bitch! You think I don’t know what you’re doing? Those stupid sheep were eating up every single one of my lies before I got sick, and now they won’t even talk to me! Just you wait. When I get back to school, I’m going to ruin you in every way imaginable. No one will want to be your friend. By the time I’m done with you, I hope you kill yourself. Maybe I’ll convince someone that you tried to kill me and they’ll kill you for me. Either way, you’re dead. And even if you show someone these messages, no one will believe you over me. 

Greta forwarded the message to Ciro as well. He called her right away to discuss other accommodations that they would be making for Lila in the coming days. There was something seriously wrong with their daughter, and they refused to turn a blind eye to what was happening.

When the day finally came that Lila was better and they were heading to Venice, Greta instructed Lila not to pack her more expensive clothes as she would not want to lose them if their baggage got lost. What her daughter didn’t know was that Greta was planning on selling all of her designer clothes, jewelry, her electronics, and everything else to continue paying restitutions to Marinette, Adrien, and Roberto. And it wasn’t like she would need them soon, anyway.

The plane ride was a bit nerve racking for Greta, as she worried about giving something away and Lila figuring out her plan; but if she did, it didn’t show. When they landed at Venice Marco Polo Airport, she had to resist her sigh of relief. The plan was almost ready to be put in action. 

When she saw Ciro waiting for them in his dress whites, her heart sped a bit more. The man was, without a doubt, the most handsome man she’d ever met, and was the love of her life. Being away from him for so long was difficult, but what else could they do? Her husband was a Capitano di Vascello of the Italian Navy and had worked very hard to get where he was. Although he was semi-retired now and no longer served on a ship, he had followed his dream and became the Vice Principal for the premier naval academy in Venice, Francesco Morosini Naval Military School. 

He had gone to the school when he was younger and always claimed that it was the best experience he could have ever wished for. That being in that school saved his life. So when he continued into the navy to serve his country, he made it his goal to one day become the Principal of the school that saved him, so that he could do the same for other students. And now, they would be doing the same for Lila.

Greta and Ciro had thought of admitting Lila to Francesco Morosini when she came of age, but quickly realized that she was not the Navy type and did not want to force her into it. That choice was no longer Lila’s and she would be staying at the military school where it was Ciro’s job, not only as a father, but as an administrator of the school, to keep a close eye on any problem children.

Ciro embraced Greta and then Lila before taking their bags and walking them to his car. Lila was talking at length to her father about all her friends at school, all the happenings in Paris, and even mentioned her boyfriend, Adrien Agreste.

“You would like him, Papa. He’s a model, a gentleman, and his father is the designer, Gabriel Agreste. And he treats me like a princess!” Lila gushed as she showed her father a picture of Lila kissing the blonde boy’s cheek. Greta had seen that picture and had even asked Adrien about it while they had spoken in M. Damocles office. Lila had apparently kissed him without permission when she took that picture, and then sent it to every girl in Adrien’s contact list to make it seem like they were dating. 

Ciro played along, asking questions about her classes, Adrien, the akuma situation that he had heard about over the news, and other things to keep Lila from growing suspicious. Sure enough, she prattled on through the entire car and ferry ride to Venice. Only seeming to look around questioning when they arrived at the Naval school, rather than their apartment.

“What are we doing here?” She asked, looking at her father in confusion.

The two parents dropped the act and glared at their daughter in disappointment and anger. “I’m surprised at you, young lady,” Greta started. “Did you really think you could keep lying to us? We. Know. Everything.”

They watched as her olive skin quickly paled. “What do you mean? I didn’t lie, I sw-”

“We know the school never closed,” Ciro interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument or interruption. “We know about you lying to your classmates and teachers about having disabilities and diseases. We know about you changing our contact information on your school records. We know about you bullying and sexually harassing your classmates. We know about the threats you’ve made to that one girl. We know that you’ve been akumatized multiple times. We know the truth about what you really did to Roberto two years ago! WE KNOW EVERYTHING!”

With every word he said, Lila seemed to inch away from her irate parents and shrink into herself. At the same time, they saw the rage and contemplation in her eyes. She was angry at being caught and was already trying to think of a way out of trouble. Not that they would give her a chance to even try.

“But I didn’t li-”

“Lie number one, Ladybug is a useless superhero that let your school get damaged and spent months trying to deakumatize your principal, which is why you were out of school for two months.” Greta interrupted that time, pinning her daughter with a glare that she usually reserved for idiot interns who screwed up important paperwork at the embassy. “I personally spoke to your principal and looked into Ladybug. The school never closed. Ladybug and Chat Noir have always defeated the akumas and restored the damage thanks to their abilities. And you told the school that you and I were off globetrotting to places like Achu.”

Her eyes grew to the size of saucers. She was just beginning to stammer out an excuse when her father spoke over her.

“Lie number two, a girl named Marinette Dupain-Cheng has been bullying you because she is jealous of your relationship with your boyfriend, Adrien Agreste. We have seen the texts that you have sent that girl, the most recent saying,” Ciro pulled out his phone to read off of the text “‘...I’m going to ruin you in every way imaginable. No one will want to be your friend. By the time I’m done with you, I hope you kill yourself…’ Does that sound familiar to you?” 

“I also personally spoke to Adrien after I spoke to Marinette, and found out that not only are you not his girlfriend, but you have been sexually harassing him! You even showed us proof in that picture you took where you kissed him!”

“But that’s not sexual harassment!” Lila shot back at them as her panic grew.

“Any unwelcome sexual advances, requests for sexual favors, and other verbal or physical conduct of a sexual nature constitutes sexual harassment. Your mother and I memorized that when you accused Roberto of assault, which is another thing you lied about! And let me guess, you wanted to use that boy’s popularity and family connections for a leg-up, but he turned down your advances since he was gay. You didn’t take that rejection well, so you told us he assaulted you. Is that what happened?”

“How did you-” Lila interrupted herself that time by slapping her hand over her mouth, quickly realizing that she had confirmed what her father had just said.

“Well, congratulations young lady. You have earned a complete overhaul on your life.” 

“What do you mean?” Lila didn’t want to know, but it seemed like she had no choice but to ask.

“Your modelling contract with Gabriel is done,” Greta told her, noticing her wince since they weren’t supposed to know about that either. “I spoke with his assistant and discovered that you forged my signatures on the contracts to let you model. They were kind enough not to pursue legal action against you, but they have asked that I inform you that you have been blacklisted from the fashion industry, so that career option is completely closed off to you.”

“Your mother educated your friends at school with the truth. They know about all your lies and have kept us apprised of what you have been saying, the rumors you have been attempting to spread about going on a trip with a random music star, and were kind enough to forward that threatening message you sent to that girl, Marinette. They are no longer interested in being your ‘sheep’.”

“Not that you will be returning to that school,” Greta continued. “Your truancy has made that impossible, even if we did want you to stay there to face the consequences of your actions. Which includes paying restitution to the people you’ve hurt.”

“Paying!” Ciro and Greta watched as Lila’s right eye began to twitch as she snapped at them.

“Yes, paying. I’ve already emptied out your savings and trust fund to pay back Marinette, Adrien, and Roberto for what you’ve done to them-”

“You can’t do that! That’s my money!” She screamed, stomping her foot at her mother like a five year old throwing a tantrum.

“Money that you earned illegally modelling after forging my signature. And you are a minor, I am well within my rights to take that money to pay for the damages you have incurred. I will also be selling your laptop, tablet, mobile phone, as well as the clothes and jewelry you left in Paris. Seeing as you won’t be needing them anymore.”

As she said this, Lila clutched her phone and hugged it against her chest. “How am I supposed to talk to anyone without my phone?”

“Pen and paper, and if you need to speak with your mother, there’s my office phone or the payphone in the barracks, where you will be staying.” 

The girl’s eyes grew impossibly wide as she looked at her parents in a panic. They couldn’t mean…

Ciro smiled the smile that he used to greet the families whose children were in need of discipline. “Welcome to Francesco Morosini Naval Military School, where we strive to give children an education that will help them for their future and the world that waits for them.”

~oOo~

There had been a lot of begging, crying, and screaming after that as Lila did everything she could to try and change her parents’ minds. This was a total nightmare for her. Forced to wear a uniform she hated. Surrounded by students, teachers, and her father; all of whom knew that she was a liar. No one gave her the type of attention she craved, but everyone was giving her the overly watchful attention she despised. She couldn’t even enjoy becoming an akuma anymore, as she was far out of Hawkmoth’s reach.

Greta and Ciro had gone out to dinner afterwards in an attempt to de-stress, only to get a call an hour later that Lila had tried to steal a boat and run away from the school. She was put on a 24/7 watch after that, now required to wear a tracking monitor wherever she went and was on bathroom and floor cleaning duty for the foreseeable future.

When Greta returned to Paris, she went about doing exactly as she promised. She sold Lila’s electronics, clothes, and jewelry; only keeping a pair of plastic stud earrings that her grandmother had given her. She met with M. Damocles again to let him know that everything had been taken care of. She contacted the Dupain-Cheng family to let them know that Lila wouldn’t be bothering their daughter again. That was probably the most pleasant thing she did, as they were a lovely family and sent her off with a box of assorted scones, so yummy! When she had them send a box of goodies to her husband in Venice, he called her a few days later and begged her to send more whenever she could.

Lila absolutely hated seeing her father enjoy pastries from the bakery of her rival’s family. That, along with being forced to talk to a psychiatrist three times a week to make her admit that she was a liar and to figure out why she feels the need to lie. All while wearing a horrible uniform and actually having to clean. She was in her own personal hell. How she wished that she had never gotten sick.

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Happy Place

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of injury, torture 

Word Count: 3k

Summary: After being kidnapped and tortured by an unsub, Y/N thinks of Spencer to keep her grounded.

MASTERLIST

***

Throughout her life Y/N was always told that whenever something bad happened to her, she should go to her happy place. When she was sad, she would go to her happy place. When she was hurting, she would go to her happy place. When there was a tough case, Y/N would go to her happy place. However all these instances didn’t prepare her for the torture she would soon come to endure. 

She was on her way home from work early since she had finished all the work she had needed to complete. At first, she was going to wait around for Spencer so they could leave together but Spencer told her to leave since he would be staying late that night. Y/N pressed a kiss to his lips before leaving without another thought. What she didn’t know was she was only half an hour away from enduring the worst pain she would ever feel.

Y/N climbed into her car, turned the radio on before driving off. She sang lightly to the radio as she drove, following the route home like the back of her hand. It was beginning to get dark and Y/N was looking forward to going home and sinking into a hot bath and relaxing. It had been a tough week with paperwork and cases so Y/N was looking forward to her day off. 

There were barely any cars on the road so everything was quiet except for the radio playing softly in the background. Someone stepped out in front of Y/N’s car causing her to swerve before totally stopping. She looked out of the rear view mirror and saw the person on the floor collapse. Without thinking, Y/N climbed out of the car and rushed over to the body laying in the middle of the road. The person wasn’t moving which worried Y/N. 

“Hey, hey, are you okay?” Y/N asked softly.

What Y/N didn’t prepare for was the man rolling over and hitting her over the head with something, knocking her out cold. 

***

People always say that your life flashes before your eyes when you think you’re going to die, but Y/N’s life was flashing before her eyes when she knew she was very much alive. Everything and everyone she had ever loved replayed in her head over and over again like clockwork. Her abductor sat across from her, watching. He hadn’t done anything yet which caused Y/N to be confused. 

She watched as his jaw clenched and his foot tapped on the floor, growing more and more irritated with each passing second. Every time Y/N moved even the slightest bit, he would tap his food even more and pick at his nail beds. What Y/N didn’t prepare for however, was the man lunging forward, reeling his hand back before bringing it back down to her face with a loud smack.

***

Y/N smiled over her coffee cup at Spencer who was going through countless files. She thought no one noticed but of course, someone did. Luckily it wasn’t Spencer.

“You do realise you’re being really obvious right?” JJ’s voice caused Y/N to snap out of her daydream. 

Y/N cast her gaze away from Spencer to face JJ. Even though Y/N knew what JJ was talking about, she faked a confused expression on her face that she was sure JJ could see right through.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been staring at Spence for the past few minutes. Just go and talk to him,” JJ stated, “Or ask him out.”

Y/N swatted JJ’s arm gently, “Keep your voice down,” Y/N whispered, “And besides, I don’t want to disrupt his work.”

JJ sighed, “Y/N listen, I don’t know how much longer I can take of this.”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed in actual confusion this time, “Take more of what?”

“Of yours and Reid’s constant glances at each other.” JJ said.

Y/N sighed, “I’m just worried that it will ruin our friendship if we get into a fight or anything like that. And I’m not even sure he’s ready to be in another relationship, not after Maeve.”

“Y/N, I know that you probably don’t see it, but it seems as if Spence is over Maeve - especially from where I’m standing.”

“But what if-”

JJ placed her hand on Y/N’s shoulder gently to stop her talking, “You shouldn’t worry at all. And it’s clear to everyone that you two love each other, so I say go for it.”

Y/N looked over to Spencer who looked up from his work and locked eyes with Y/N. Whenever Y/N looked into Spencer’s eyes, it felt like home to her. It brought her a sense of comfort. 

JJ gave Y/N a nudge in Spencer’s direction. Y/N broke eye contact with Spencer for a brief moment to look back at JJ. 

“Ask him out.” She mumbled.

Y/N smiled slightly before heading over to Spencer. He watched her walk over every step of the way, a smile stretching across his own face. As she got to his desk, Spencer moved his chair backwards slightly so Y/N had room to perch on the side of his desk. 

“You nearly finished your work?” Y/N questioned.

“Yeah, I’ve got a couple more files to go through but I’m pretty much done. What are you asking?”

JJ walked past Spencer’s desk and stood behind him and mouthed to Y/N, ‘Ask him out’

Y/N briefly glanced at JJ before looking back at Spencer, “I was just wondering if you wanted to do something? With me. After work,” Y/N paused for a moment, “Like a date?”

Spencer didn’t react at first which caused a surge of panic to flow through Y/N. It wasn’t until a small smile appeared on his face when the panic dispersed. 

“You want to go on a date with me?”

“Of course I do, why wouldn’t I?”

Spencer shrugged although the smile was still evident on his face, “I don’t know, I just thought you didn’t like me in that way.”

“Well Dr. Reid, as a matter of fact, I do like you in that way,” Y/N teased, “So what about that date?”

“I would love to go on a date with you Y/N.” Spencer replied.

***

Pain surged through Y/N’s body after she was kicked and beaten. She was sprawled out across the floor. She was alone, her abductor had left her alone a few minutes ago but not after locking the door behind him. Y/N braced herself before lifting her head up from the floor. Y/N had been beaten before, gained a few nasty bruises from different cases but never any this severe. Her whole body was littered in bruises, some were more painful than others but they all hurt nonetheless. 

Despite the pain however, Y/N managed to sit up fully before crawling across the floor to a set of drawers to help pull her to her feet. Even though she was beaten and bruised, she still tried to find an alternate exit. The door that her abductor had exited out of was not an option. The only other exit was the small window. 

Y/N limped over to the window. Her body was crying out to her to stop with every step she took. The window was too far up for her to reach on her own. Frantically, her eyes scanned over the room for something she could stand on to reach the window. There was a rotting wooden crate over in the corner of the room. Y/N scurried over to it before gripping onto it with her hands and pushed it over to the window. As she pushed it, pieces of rotten wood came off and fell to the floor. She only hoped that it could take her weight when she stood on it.

Footsteps were heard coming up the stairs. Y/N immediately stopped pushing the crate and headed back to her place on the floor. With every slight movement, Y/N winced. Just pushing the crate felt like fire was coursing through her veins. 

The abductor came into the room, pulling a chair behind him. He placed the chair legs flat on the floor. He leaned down to grip tightly onto Y/N’s upper arm and pulled her roughly to sit in the chair. He tied her arms to arms on the chair and tied her legs up as well, preventing her from moving. 

“Why are you doing this?” Y/N tried to sound calm, but her voice failed her. She sounded scared and hurt. Just what her abductor wanted. 

Her abductor only smirked before unlocking a drawer behind him. Pulling out many different knives and sharp objects, Y/N felt her breathing hitch. If she was in pain now, she only knew that the pain to come would be unimaginable. 

***

It was a few months into their relationship and Y/N and Spencer couldn’t be happier. Even the team could see their shift in mood. They couldn’t think of anyone more perfect for each other. 

Y/N headed up to Spencer’s apartment. She had been away for a couple of weeks visiting family and she hadn’t seen Spencer at all. Of course they had shared countless phone calls but it wasn’t the same as being with each other physically. Y/N didn’t know but Spencer had been sulking around in Y/N’s absence. The team was glad she was coming back. 

She stood outside his apartment and raised his hand to knock. Y/N had told Spencer that she wasn’t going to be home until the following day, she wanted to surprise him. Her fist made contact with the door as she knocked. The sound echoing. 

Y/N could hear shuffling inside before the door swung open. At first Spencer didn’t process that Y/N was standing in front of him until his eyes went wide.

“Y/N!” He said excitedly. Almost instantly, he lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Y/N. Her arms wrapped back around him and she let out a giggle when he picked her up from the floor and spun her around. 

“You said you weren’t getting back until tomorrow.” Spencer continued, setting her down on her feet but his arms still wrapped around her.

“I wanted to surprise you.” Y/N mumbled into his shoulder. It felt good to have Spencer in her arms. After two weeks without him, she had missed him immensely. Y/N had never felt this with anyone else before. 

“Consider me surprised.” Spencer mumbled into her hair. 

Spencer pulled away from the hug and pressed his lips to Y/N’s. His hands held onto the sides of her face, fingers becoming tangled in her hair. After two weeks of no contact, Spencer and Y/N’s hands were all over each other. However, before it went any further, Y/N pulled away for a moment. Her hands gripped the front of Spencer’s shirt.

“Let’s move this inside, we don’t want your neighbours to walk out and see something they don’t want to see.” Y/N mumbled before she slowly pushed Spencer back into his apartment, shutting the door behind her. 

***

Y/N was beginning to fall in and out of consciousness. If her body was beaten and bruised before, try adding bloody to it. Her body was on fire as she forced herself to stay awake. Every time she shut her eyes, she felt herself begin to drift into an unconscious state. Forcing her eyes open for what Y/N felt like was the hundredth time, she felt her abductor plunge a knife into her leg, causing Y/N to yell out in pain. 

“Stay awake.” He hissed. 

Y/N stared the abductor in the eyes before it felt like a black curtain was drawn on her vision. She was unconscious. 

***

Y/N and Spencer were four years into their relationship and they were going stronger than ever. Most of Y/N’s friends envied their relationship - it was perfect. What most people were surprised by however, was the fact that Y/N L/N hadn't become Y/N Reid yet. The couple was questioned multiple times on when they were getting married but the two always avoided the subject.

It wasn’t until Penelope demanded the two an answer as to why they weren’t married yet was when they finally answered. 

“We don’t want our relationship to fall apart after marriage.” Y/N answered honestly. 

Everyone around the table was shocked by the answer. They had never seen a more perfect couple in their lives. Of course this caused even more questions to be thrown in the couple’s direction. Some of which the couple couldn’t answer because they simply didn’t have one. 

“You two just need to get married then have kids so I can be the godmother.” Penelope spurted out.

“Woah, slow down there Penelope,” Y/N chuckled, “And getting married just wasn’t one of our number one priorities.”

Even though Y/N said that getting married wasn’t one of their top priorities, the team began to ask questions about their perfect wedding. To which Y/N and Spencer answered honestly, a small wedding with close friends and family. The team, of course, took their answers into account and a couple of weeks later, Y/N L/N became Y/N Reid.

The couple couldn’t be happier.

***

The pain Y/N was feeling was horrendous. Her abductor had left and hadn’t come back in a while but she was too weak to even attempt to free herself. Y/N tried to go to her happy place several times but she couldn’t help but focus on the pain. 

There were several times when she wished that her abductor would come back to finish off the job so she didn’t have to go through the pain any longer. But Y/N was determined to get back to her friends and Spencer. 

A couple of weeks ago, Y/N and Spencer had spoken about starting a family. They had been together for years and it was getting to the point where they wanted to expand their family of two to a family of three. Of course, their job was a main factor as to why they hadn’t started a family yet but now they felt like it was the right time to. Y/N wasn’t going to die before she let that happen. 

Y/N had lost count on how long she had been tied to the chair for but it couldn’t have been more than a few hours. She was sure that the team were doing all they could to try and find her so Y/N held on to hope. 

It felt like Y/N had been sitting in the chair for forever before she heard movement coming from somewhere downstairs. She panicked, thinking it was her abductor coming back. It wasn’t until she heard a voice when the panic was replaced with utter joy. 

“Y/N has to be here, search the entire house.” It was the voice of Emily Prentiss. 

Y/N tried to call out to try and signal her location but her throat was scratchy and dry, she doubted anyone could hear her. Footsteps were heard coming up the stairs and Y/N desperately struggled in the chair despite the pain she was in. She was going to be saved. 

The door handle to the room jiggled. Y/N let out a small gasp before trying to shout again, it was quiet but she was sure the person on the other side had heard her.

“She’s in here!” The voice yelled and Y/N's heart swelled. It was Spencer.

The door was busted open and Spencer rushed into the room. His eyes filled with worry as he took in Y/N’s appearance. He rushed over and immediately began to untie her, shouting that he needed a medic. 

Y/N felt tears stream down her cheeks as Spencer helped her out of the chair and laid her down on the floor. He bent over her and gently wiped her tears away. Y/N brought her hand up to his face and held his cheek lightly. She offered him a small smile, “You found me.” She said weakly before falling into an unconscious state. The sound of Spencer calling her name echoed in her mind. 

***

Y/N felt someone gripping onto her hand, tight enough so she knew it was there but gently enough to not cause her any pain. From what she could tell she was in an ambulance as with every turn it made, the ambulance jerked slightly. 

Y/N began to open her eyes slowly. Her head was tilted slightly to the left so the first thing she saw when her eyes opened was Spencer. His eyes were brimmed with redness and he looked flushed. Y/N followed his arm down to his hand that was clutching onto hers. She gave it a small squeeze. 

Spencer’s head snapped up to meet Y/N’s gaze. He smiled seeing her awake again. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. Y/N tried to speak but her gas mask was muffling her words. Spencer reached forward and lightly took it away from her mouth. Even though her face was bruised and bloodied, Y/N still looked like the most beautiful girl in the world to Spencer. 

“When I’m healed,” Y/N started, “I want to start working on that family we were talking about.”

Spencer smiled before bringing her hand up gently to meet his lips, “I think we can do that.”

Throughout her life Y/N was always told that whenever something bad happened to her, she should go to her happy place. Spencer Reid was Y/N’s happy place - and perhaps a few months down the line, she would have another person to be her happy place.

[arrowflier]

hi arrow! can i get a fic of ian being jealous on a date (maybe someone flirts with mickey??) and mickey just loves it bc it makes ian all passive aggressive and bossy and saying 'my husband' 283949 times ❤️

Of course you can!  Or at least I tried lol, it got a little random.💖

That Green-Eyed Monster (is my husband)

They never had really gotten in the habit of going on dates, before. Not real dates at least, in public places where you could eat with utensils or sit side-by-side and pretend to watch the entertainment while you were really just watching each other. They had tried, but something always got in the way--the military, jail sentences, arrest warrants, pandemics, family emergencies--they just had shit luck, alright?

So when things got a little less crazy on the aforementioned fronts, they started trying a little bit harder. They had a designated date night, now. Sometimes they planned together, sometimes they took turns surprising each other with heartfelt (or sometimes comical) plans.

This time, it had been Mickey's turn.

“Where are we going?” Ian asked yet again from where he was blindfolded in the passenger seat of Tami’s car.  They’d usually take the ambulance, but Mickey didn’t want to stick out too much today—not in a place where an ambulance could potentially be needed.

“I still ain’t gonna tell you,” Mickey answered, but relented enough to add, “we’re almost there though, you’ll see soon.”

Sure enough, the entrance to the parking lot came up on the right, and Mickey swung in in that ridiculous little car.

As soon as Ian felt the car stop, he was reaching for his blindfold—not one of their good ones, just an old headband they had found on Debbie’s floor—but Mickey grabbed his hand before he could slip it off.

“Hey hey hey,” Mickey chastised.  “What’s the rush there, flash?”

“What, I can’t be a little eager for our date?” Ian pouted, knowing it would get Mickey to give in.  No matter how many times he tried to pretend that he wasn’t soft, Mickey always gave in to the pout.

He was right.  Gentle hands pushed the headband off of Ian’s eyes, which were immediately filled with the sight of Mickey’s own as the other man ran fingers through Ian’s hair in an attempt to smooth it down.

“Alright, come on then,” Mickey ordered, leaving one firm kiss at the corner of Ian’s lips before pulling back and getting out of the car.  “If you’re so eager, you get to pay.”

Ian chuckled as he let himself out and met Mickey around the front of the car.  “Why would I pay?” he asked jokingly.  “It’s your week to woo me, asshole, you get to foot the bill.”

“Foot the bill with your money, sure,” Mickey retorted, and Ian rolled his eyes as he automatically fell into step beside him.

“Our money,” he reminded his husband, getting an arm around his waist.  He was always surprised when Mickey let him do that—he said it felt awkward to walk with the jolly red giant suckered onto his side—but this time Mickey actually leaned into him.

He didn’t even notice where they were, outside a little building in the middle of nowhere.  He let go of Mickey to walk through the door ahead of him, fully intending to continue their playful banter, when he stopped still.

There were a lot of guns in this place.

Paintball guns, that was.

“Mickey,” Ian said slowly as his husband came up behind him, “did you bring me here to shoot me?”

Mickey just smirked as he swanned past toward the check-in desk.

“Maybe, hotshot,” he answered.  “You gonna complain?”

Ian shook his head with a shit-eating grin.  

“Hell no,” he declared.  “You better be ready for me.”

Mickey signed his name on a waiver with a flourish and took the gun handed to him by a worker, tossing it to Ian.

“Am I ever not?”

—

Ian was having a blast, pun intended, as he shot the shit out of everybody else on the range.  Mickey wasn’t faring too badly either; despite being on the opposite team, neither one of them had managed to shoot each other yet.

It didn’t hurt that Mickey looked damn good, either.  He was completely in his element out here, taking guys out left and right with perfect marksmanship and even more perfect form, his shoulders barely moving with the recoil as he shot.  Half the time, Ian missed his chance because he was too busy watching him to fire—the other half, he didn’t even want to if it meant taking Mickey out of the game and losing his eye-candy.

Finally, a break was called, and everyone filed off the course while it was reset for the next round.

Ian grabbed a bottle of water from a long table near the building, guzzling half of it in one go before looking around for his husband.

He found him quickly enough, recognizing his back immediately even in unfamiliar gear with his hair all mussed from the protective helmet they had to wear.

But he did not recognize the man standing next to Mickey, raking his eyes over Mickey’s stocky build.  

The stranger was saying something, Mickey tossing his head back in laughter, and then a hand was on Mickey’s arm and Ian suddenly found himself at Mickey’s back.

“Everything good here, fellas?” Ian asked casually, standing a couple feet away.

“Fine, Gallagher,” Mickey said with a smile.  “Johnny here was just tellin’ me he could give me some pointers before the next round.”

Ian raised his eyebrows, glancing from Mickey’s face to the stranger’s and back.

“Pointers?” he asked, voice going a touch high at the end.  Who the fuck did this guy think he was, offering shooting pointers to Mickey fucking Milkovich?  He had gotten there just in time, it seemed, because there was no way in hell Mickey would let that insult slide.

“Yeah,” Mickey said.  “Says I need to work on my form a little, widen my stance, you know.  Thought I’d give it a shot.”

Wait.  What?

“I was just telling him,” the stranger—Johnny, though how they were on a first name basis already Ian had no idea—chimed in, “that I have a lot of experience with real firearms.”

“And I was sayin’ how much I admire a military man,” Mickey interjected with a smirk, “so I might as well let him show me some moves.”

“Mickey,” Ian hissed lowly, “what are you doing?”

Mickey didn’t answer.

“You ever shot a real gun, Mick?” Johnny asked abruptly, catching on that he was missing something but determined not to lose Mickey’s attention.  

“It’s like nothing else, dude, I swear.  The feel of that smooth metal in your hands,” he continued as he moved closer, lifting a hand to Mickey’s arm again. “The way it moves with you, goes off when you,” he leaned in even closer, and added in a low voice, “pull the trigger.”

Alarm bells were ringing in Ian’s head at this point.

“Nah,” Mickey was answering, “my guy won’t let me play with the real stuff.”

“Sounds like you need a new guy, then,” Johnny murmured, and Ian had had enough.

“He’s taken,” he cut in gruffly, moving to stand by Mickey’s side.  He couldn’t hold Mickey with the gear in the way, but he got a hand on his back, at least, curling fingers into the top of his waistband.

Johnny looked at him askance, and shrugged.  

“I don’t see a ring,” he pointed out, and Ian grit his teeth.  They had taken them off before starting, for safety, and he never regretting following the rules more a day in his life.

“Besides, who are you to speak for him?” Johnny asked.

“Oh, this is Ian,” Mickey introduced quickly.  He was smiling, the asshole, like some guy wasn’t trying to steal him from right under Ian’s own nose.  “He’s my—”

“His husband,” Ian stated firmly, and watched Johnny’s eyes go wide.  “His ex-army, ex-con husband.”

“Hey man, I’m sorry,” Johnny apologized, hands up.  “I didn’t know.”

Ian nodded, ready to let it go despite his urge to send the man packing, when Johnny insisted on talking again.

“You can’t blame me though, right?” he said with a little, nervous laugh.  “I mean, he looks so damn—”

He didn’t finish his sentence, too busy keeling over with his hands on his groin after Ian shot a paintball right at his balls at point-blank range.

—

Two minutes later, Ian and Mickey were racing to the car as employees chased behind them, yelling.  Apparently it was frowned upon to shoot someone on your own team, outside the course itself, during a break.  It didn’t help that Mickey had done the same right after, just for fun.

“Hurry up, you jealous fuck,” Mickey shouted at Ian as he fumbled with the door handle.  “We gotta get outa here before they realize I gave them fake names!”

Ian fell into the car, giddy with adrenaline and laughter.

“The fuck did you do that for?” he giggled as Mickey threw the car into reverse and peeled out of the lot.

“Cause I knew you would do something stupid!” Mickey said, shoving at Ian’s shoulder with one hand when Ian just laughed harder.

Ian gather himself as they drove, and felt his heart-rate start to normalize after a few minutes on the road.  He held Mickey’s hand over the gearshift, finger rubbing over the spot where his ring should be—where it would be again as soon as they had a minute to breathe.  Then, just as he was almost calm—

“Shit, Ian,” Mickey gasped.  “We didn’t return the fucking guns.”

That set them off again, and they had to pull over halfway home until they could stop laughing and hide the paintball guns under the back seat.

Franny and Fred would love them come Christmas.

[ynscrazylife]

i can’t believe i have fallen for the robot....... but if i could request some vision x reader, where he’s crushing on r, and he sees someone flirting with r and gets jealous skfkskfnsnfnsnfksajfjsjajf i love that lil tin can 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴

Sure! I combined two Vision requests I have.

A Very Important Mission

Summary: The Avengers “very important mission” consists of them discussing setting up Vision and Y/N and having one of the Avengers flirt with Y/N. 

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“FRIDAY, please alert everyone but Vision and Y/N to come to the conference room immediately - and tell them not to tell Vision or Y/N - for a mission,” Steve Rogers, A.K.A Captain America, said as he sat in the head chair at the conference table. 

“Yes, Sir,” FRIDAY replied. 

A couple minutes later, slowly but surely, the Avengers trickled inside.

“Good, we’re all here,” Steve said when they had sat down, leaning forward and placing his hands on the file that was in front of him. 

Natasha eyed the two empty chairs. “What about Vision and Y/N?” She asked. 

Steve bit back a smile. “They’re not involved on this mission,” he said, and everyone else looked very confused and skeptical. “So . . . We all have seen the way they look at each other, right?” He stared at them. 

Clint leaned forward in his seat. “This important mission is to set up our friends?” He guessed, raising his eyebrows.

Steve sighed and looked at Natasha. “Nat tried to set me up multiple times for a date on our important mission!” He defended, making the redhead smirk.

About an hour later, after lots of debates and going back-and-forth, the Avengers had a plan which they would put in motion the next day. 

Everyone was hanging out in the living room, either watching the T.V, talking, or standing by the kitchen island, preparing snacks, which was where Y/N and Vision were. 

Steve, spotting them, paused his conversation with Thor and walked over there. Everyone else kept a not-so-subtle on what was to come. 

“What are you guys doing?” Steve asked, making Vision jump and realize he had been heart-eyeing Y/N, who was oblivious. 

“Makin’ snacks,” Y/N answered cheerfully, gesturing to the many plates which were in front of her. 

Steve hummed for a second, looking around and catching Natasha’s eye, who nodded at him. “Y/N? Could you look at me for a second?” Steve asked with fake curiosity. 

Y/N complied and smiled brightly at him, and no one missed the curious look Vision was giving Steve, who was choosing to ignore it as he narrowed his eyes. 

“There’s a sparkle in your eye - has that always been there?” Steve asked. 

Y/N laughed, returning to her snacks, and Vision tensed up, giving the blonde a stern, warning look. “Don’t make me blush, Captain,” she joked. 

Steve scoffed dramatically. “Oh, come on . . . I mean, I find it hard to believe that a pretty gal like you doesn’t have a partner,” he said. 

Y/N shook her head, amused, and blushed. “What decade are you in?” She asked, playfully rolling her eyes, causing them both to laugh. “Oh! I forgot my phone in my room, I’ll go grab it. 

As soon as she disappeared, Vision’s warning look turned into a glare as he took a step towards Steve. “What are you doing, Rogers?” He asked in a low tone. 

Steve played dumb. “Watcha talking about? Y/N’s pretty, kind . . . Why not try and start something? Is . . . there a problem?” He asked, furrowing his brows. 

Vision huffed, not quite knowing what to say, and he averted his gaze. That’s when Steve let out an exaggerated gasp. “Vision, do YOU like Y/N?”

The other Avengers snickered, enjoying this show, and Vision snapped his head up. He was about to quickly lie away the growing idea in the soldier’s head when Sam decided to interfere. 

“Better go tell Y/N how you feel before Cap steals her!” He called out. 

Vision looked from Sam to Steve and anyone could see that the robot was struggling to figure out if the Falcon was being serious or not. Deciding not to risk it, he sped off to his crush’s room. 

“Y/N?” Vision asked as he knocked.

A couple seconds later a “Come in!” was heard. 

Vision opened the door to find her turning to face him, slipping her phone into her jean pocket and smiling brightly at him. “What’s up?” She asked, energetic. 

Vision suddenly felt nervous - if that was possible for a robot - and closed the door, looking around to avoid eye contact. “Umm . . . Well, I just . . . I just wanted to tell you that . . . I like you,” he said, rushing the last part.

Y/N’s eyes brightened. “You do?” She asked, hopeful. 

Vision finally met her eyes, surprised that she had reacted this way, and nodded. 

Y/N grinned and she immediately walked over to him, throwing her arms around him. “Good, cause I like you, too,” she said, overcome with happiness and relief. It was true, she had had a crush on from for awhile, and she was overjoyed to find out that it could actually have an opportunity to go somewhere.