#d: pshhh. of course i did.

[lostmyremembrall]

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love the way you write the prompts <3 may i request prompt 18 ??

📖𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐭

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝐻𝑢𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑇𝑜𝑚 𝐵𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝐺𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑦 𝐴𝑠𝑠 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝐽𝑜𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 1𝐾 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡! Now closed

A/N: Oh my god. I am SO sorry it took this long to get to yours. Please forgive me, and I hope you'll still enjoy this.

You surprise Tom with a cat

Tom’s eyes widened at the sight that awaited him. Four tiny paws. A ball of brown fur. Large two ears. The tiny creature stared up at him, and bared its teeth as it meowed. Tom couldn’t help but jerk his head backwards 

“There he is!”

The enthusiastic voice of Abraxas greeted him when the resident Dark Lord peeked his head in through the doors of the Room of Requirement. His cautious eyes flickered around the room, reminiscent of an uneasy salamander that dared to poke its head out from underneath a rock to survey his surroundings.

“Let’s get this over with,” Tom sighed as he walked towards them, completely ignoring the birthday decorations that you, Abraxas, and Canopus had spent hours putting up.

“Of course. We won’t dare take up your valuable time any more than necessary,” Canopus responded somewhat sarcastically, approaching Tom and reaching up to put the cone hat that read ‘Birthday Boy’ on top of the disgruntled man’s head, knowing full well that he detested it. You might as well say that, for Canopus, seeing Tom in this humiliating hat was the only redeeming aspect of hosting this birthday party. 

“You never fail to make my day, Canopus,” Tom murmured quietly, his eyes coldly narrowing on the black-haired Slytherin. You had to admit, despite the comically small ‘Birthday Boy’ hat perched atop the Dark Lord, his seething glare was still enough to send a shiver down your spine.

  “Well, it’s tradition,” Canopus shrugged with a smug smirk on his lips, a brave reaction worthy of praise from a Gryffindor. You had no idea what it was that Canopus had: courage, stupidity, or simply a warped sense of fear. But, whatever it was, you couldn’t help but pity and admire it at the same time.

“So... Presents,” Abraxas clapped his hands excitedly, contently watching as the group sat around the sofas.

“Here, Tom. Happy birthday,” Abraxas beamed at Tom as he passed the wrapped package that was clearly a book from its size and shape.

Tom did not respond and tore open the paper wrapping.

“Oh. Actually… this is quite helpful,” Tom showed the book cover to you and Canopus; the title read ‘Dictatorship 101: A Beginner's Guide to Regime Change by Khalilah D Smith’. “Thank you, Abraxas. For the thoughtful gift,” Tom even managed a slight curl of his lips.

The blond looked quite pleased with himself, turning his nose slightly up in the air with a proud smile.

“Pshhh, as if our great Tom needs any instructions on becoming a dictator,” Canopus rolled his eyes. 

“I, on the other hand, got the only thing Tom needs on his destined path to greatness: Time,” Canopus added an exaggerated flourish to his hands that gestured to the box on the coffee table, ignoring the clear annoyance that flashed across Abraxas’ elegant features.

“You should know, Canopus,” Tom raised a brow as he opened the box. “Your words bring nothing but anxiety to my already troubled mind.”

You peeked in over Tom’s shoulder to find what exactly he meant by ‘time’, as Canopus dramtically worded. To your surprise, it was packets of energy drink powder.

“Ohh… nooo, Canopus…” you murmured quietly, recalling the Dark Lord’s sensitivity to caffeine. The last time he tried one cup of coffee, he stayed up for four nights in a row. “What on earth made you think this was a good idea?”

“Shush shush,” Canopus silenced your words of terror, not even giving you a glance. “Tom, remember the coffee that you had? Imagine that, but double that.”

Tom’s eyes widened in amusement as he glanced at it. “By that logic, I could conquer the wizarding world twice as fast.”

“Exactly my point!” Canopus’ eyes glimmered wildly. “You don’t trust us with a thing. And you’re right to do so. Imagine how much you could get done if you could do everything yourself.”

Tom hummed, nodding along. “You know what, Canopus? For the first time in my life, you did not disappoint.”

You groaned, rolling your eyes. “You two are just enabling his unhealthy obsession with power!” You grabbed Tom’s shoulders, and he slightly wobbled from left to right as your seething eyes captured Abraxas and Canopus. “What Tom needs is stability. Emotional support.”

The wincing was visible on Tom’s face as you said the word ‘emotional support’, but before he had any opportunity to protest, you presented him with a medium-sized box. Tom was bewildered by the way the box seemed to shake on its own. But still, carefully, he opened the box.

“Oh,” Tom seemed lost for words. “Oh. This is… rather… unexpected.”

“Unexpected? What is it-” but Canopus did not need to finish his question, as a small tabby kitten poked his head out of the box and pressed his paws against Tom’s eyes. 

Tom grew silent.

“You thought giving Tom a cat was a good idea?” Canopus turned his disbelieving eyes to you. “And here you were, telling me gifting energy drinks was irresponsible.”

You scowled at your friend, not noticing the kitten that had begun climbing Tom’s uniform like it was his life mission. “Well, I, as his friend who actually know him, happen to think that an emotionally volatile person like Tom needs a support animal.”

“Emotionally volatile?” Tom repeated to himself quietly, doubting his ears over the words that came from this supposed friend of his. At that moment, Tom was trying to ignore the kitten on his shoulder, who was pressing his paws against his cheek.

You had to admit, Tom was showing a surprising level of patience towards the kitten, a bitter realisation following closely behind that, perhaps, Tom tolerated the kitten more than any of his human friends. The tabby cat began to incessantly meow by Tom’s right ear, demanding his attention.

Abraxas was watching all of this with intrigued amusement in his pale eyes. “Well… let’s just hope that the cat will survive to see adulthood.”

You found the meowing rather adorable, but it was clear that Tom’s patience was quickly wearing thin. Even for kittens, the Dark Lord had his limits, it seemed. “Look, I only speak snake,” Tom barked, turning his head to the right, speaking directly to the kitten with frustration evident in his voice. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

The kitten only responded by pressing his paws on Tom’s lips, perhaps for the first and the last time the Dark Lord was silenced. Either from rage or being overwhelmed by the kitten’s cuteness, Tom’s cheeks turned a bright red. For the sake of the kitten, you hoped it was the latter.

“Oh hey,” Canopus’ eyes widened at the kitten’s bold move. “What do you know? He might just live to see adulthood.”

Tom growled as the kitten began his climb up Mt. Tom again. “How wonderful,” he murmured darkly, his displeased eyes following the kitten’s tail that swung back and forth in front of his face as he made his way up his head. The kitten was now wrestling with the ‘Birthday Boy’ hat, fighting for his spot on top of his head.

“Not so intimidating anymore, are you Tom?” Canopus snickered as his eyes flickered

between the Dark Lord and the cat that had settled comfortably on top of his head.

Tom’s vehement glare from behind the swinging tail was quite the sight to behold. At that moment, for whatever came over its small brain, the kitten leapt off of Tom’s head and landed on Canopus’ face.

“Agh! What’s happening?!” Canopus tried to pull off the kitten while its claws dug into his face. “Get it off me!”

“Yes. Yes!” Tom’s dark chuckle echoed in the Room of Requirement, while Abraxas watched the scene in terror, his hands elegantly covering his gaping mouth. 

You could confidently say, that for the rest of your life, you would never forget the cheerful eyes of Tom when he turned to you and said, “You were right, dear. Emotional support was exactly what I needed.”

A/N: Ended up writing as a sequel of sorts to 𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀 ℒℴ𝓇𝒹 ℴ𝓃 𝒞𝒶𝒻𝒻ℯ𝒾𝓃ℯ. Not my best writing, but hope you still enjoyed it!

[alleycat97]

Can you write a Veronica x Mc fic where Veronica gets super jealous of someone hitting on Mc and then realizes her feelings for her :D

Let’s do it 😄

Veronica x MC (Bea)

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“Can you believe they were giving this stuff away!” Zoey cheered slinging her new bag over her shoulder.

“If you count spending $3000 only to get a free purse as giving away, then yeah sure.” Bea added carefully maneuvering out the door with her items.

“We gotta get home stat and get you all dolled up. Belvoire hasn’t seen the best of Bea Hughes yet.” Zoey grinned.

Bea glanced across the street where Veronica was standing outside of Donatello’s Cafe most likely live streaming. Bea saw her oppurnity to plant the seed, she needed Veronica on her side after all.

“Hey Zo? Can you take this stuff for me? I’m gonna run over to Donatello’s and grab us some lunch.”

“Oh yeah great idea! Just get me a bowl of Risotto.”

Bea quickly memorized what Zoey wanted and dashed across the street sauntering up to Veronica who noticed her coming from a long way off.

“Hey Hey Veronicats!!! Look what a special treat this is! Belvoire’s favorite underdog, Wannabe Hughes!” That got the comments pouring in, Veronica knew what to do and Bea was a goldmine to her followers.

“And what do we owe the pleasure miss Hughes?” Veronica cooed.

“What? A girl can’t come over and appreciate a gorgeous specimen like yourself? You interrupted my shopping you know, being so beautiful and all.”

Ohhh Bea was good, cheesy but good. “Alright Veronicats, that’s all for now, tune in later for a wild night of Chloe drinking Tequila through her nose.”

Once the stream was over Veronica put her phone in her pocket and acquired her poker face to place on Bea, “What do you want Bea?”

“Nuuuthin, just wanted to admire you up close is all.”

“Oh you’re sweet, and dare I say cute. But I can’t afford to be seen with you. Poppy will make my life a living hell.”

“Do you always do what Poppy wants? You don’t need her you know. You need someone who lets you be you and can reward you for being, a good girl.” Bea really slowed down for that last bit, turning on that southern accent to help drive Veronica wild.

“Ohhh you precious thing. I’d really like to stick around but seriously, I may not need Poppy, but she has ways of ruining people.”

“Well I could ruin you to, just in the more pleasurable ways unlike Poppy.”

Veronica was dazzled by this Bea. Her features were betraying her and Bea knew it. She was looking sexy, confident, and dangerous. Veronica would tear her up if not being on the sidewalk. “I appreciate that. But I really gotta get inside, Chloe is waiting on me. I’ll catch ya around.”

Bea took that as a small win. Veronica was definitely on the edge, she just needed a small push. A push that was just inside the door.

Veronica met Chloe at their table and offfff course, Chloe had to lecture V on the dangers of socializing with Bea.

Bea stood in line, it wasn’t very long but long enough that she had to wait a few minutes and was exactly in front of Veronica’s line of sight.

The door bell rang and in walked a young blonde woman. She took the spot behind Bea and quickly stuck up a conversation. The small laughter and smile from Bea captured Veronica’s attention and began igniting a fire inside of her.

The way Bea would twirl her hair and giggle. That should be her standing there making her laugh. Not sitting with Chloe helping her decide which thread count on her sheets would make her sleep better.

Was she feeling jealous? Why was she jealous? Veronica Lombardi didnt get jealous, especially over someone like Wannabe.

But It’s when the woman placed her arm on Bea’s forearm to steady herself from laughing that Veronica had all she could stand, she was very, very jealous.

“Hey! Where are you going?! We haven’t even discussed material! Silk or flannel!” Chloe shouted as Veronica tuned her out approaching Bea.

Bea gave her a smirk and by the look in Veronica’s eyes, she wasn’t happy.

“Can I speak with you outside?” Veronica asked, “Excuse us.” She said, shoulder bumping the younger blonde.

“What’s your deal? I’ve been in line for 10 minutes! Now I lost my spot!” Bea hissed.

“Who is that?”

“Who is who?” Bea played.

“Tall, blonde, and handsy in there.”

“Pshhh why do you care?”

“I don’t. You shouldn’t be letting strangers touch you.” Veronica recovered.

“Why? Because it makes you jealous?” Bingo! Bea guessed it.

“Me? Jealous? Please.”

“That’s right. You’re so jealous. You wish it was you in there, touching me, doing whatever to me whenever you wanted.”

Veronica began to sweat, the heat between them skyrocketed.

“It’s too bad you can’t be seen with me. I was really hoping the big bad Veronica was all bite, instead of a whimsy bark. Guess I’ll have to take blondie up on her offer after all.”

Oh that did it, Veronica thought. Nobody was going to be touching Bea other than her. “You want a bad girl? I’ll admit, I am jealous. Not because of that skank, but of you.”

“Why are you jealous of me?” Bea asked confused.

“Because when I get done tearing you apart, you won’t be able to return the favor.”

[monomas-a-smug-bih]

may i request a monoma x reader where monoma thinks reader likes someone else?

This smug bih is jelly af

(Readers quirk is taking over someone's quirk by touching them for as long as they want. They don't use there quirk but control how the opponent uses it.)

MONOMA NEITO slammed his locker shut more aggressively than usual, catching a worried glance from Kendou. She paused her conversation with a vine haired girl and glanced over.

“What’s your problem now?” She almost groaned puffing out her cheeks. The blonde just shrugged and said it was nothing. He trudged along the long school hallway alone.

No he was definitely on edge about something.

He’d developed an ’ infatuation ’ with some 1A female that participated in the Sports Festival. He was interested by her before, but seeing her be amazing on the battle field seemed to just put fuel in the fire. His fire anyways.

Now, he had a crush on you. Especially since you were patient enough to start up some small talk with him while watching some other students fight it out. He was beyond surprised, not showing any of it on his face of course..

He r e a l l y wanted to hear more of your voice.

But than he realized something, you’ve been talking to that ‘Bakugou’ kid he pissed off at the festival. A lot. Like more than an average person (or Kirishima) could handle, the guy was barely even sociable 90% of the time! So why were you putting up with him instead of Monoma!

Thoughts were rushing in and out of his head, the teachers lesson not even reaching his ears. The ringing of reasons for 'her’ to like Bakugou were far too loud.

Did you like him?

Did he like you?

Were you dating…?

On the inside, he was furious. That dude was a total lunatic with some stupid superiority complex. What does Bakugou have that he doesn’t that you find so appealing? He kinda felt sick, the nausea causing his internal anger to dissipate into worry almost immediately.

His ears were so deaf to the background noise of his surroundings, an orange haired girl had to poke him with a pencil.He was sent a few glances from students, the teacher had asked him a question. 'Shit.’ He hastily smiled politely asking him to repeat the question.

“I said, did you get all that?” He felt sweat trickle down his neck.

“Yes sir.” His smug expression definitely was conflicting with his nervousness on the inside.

After getting out of the classroom way too early for some reason, Kendou filled him in on the instructions for the training today. They were meeting up with class 1A for a training exercise. His ears perked up, now he was kinda excited.

He’d get to talk to you again.

“Pfft I don’t know why, something about team work and adapting to the people and your surroundings and different unknown quirks of others….. you know the deal.” He thanked her and they headed to the arena together. It was a city like setting, with lots of metal pipe structures and frail looking buildings, a little outing clear in the middle of it.( kinda like the one in the new ep w izuku n sero but more clear and like a city? Idk)

There were four roles. Police who couldn’t use quirks, Heroes who could, injured or attacked who needed rescuing(immobile unable to move), and Villains. It was a simple but complicated exercise.

“If a hero, villain or police officer is immobilized or wrapped in white tape, they become the injured and are not allowed to move from there spot. The key to winning depends on how many injured on each side or if all heroes or villains are immobilized.” All might practically yelled.

“You may all put yourselves in pairs.” The tired man sighed, his eyes almost covered by black long hair was evidence to his haggard state.

All might gave an almighty salute to us (see wat I did there hehu) and it was time to team up with someone. His heart sank at the the thought of you choosing Bakugou over him, when he heard you two arguing like a married couple.

“Boom boyyyyy where are youuuu….” you almost sang poking your beautiful head out of the crowd.

“Shut up already! So much for being the fucking patient one!”

Well there goes his chances with teaming up with y-

“Quiet down already, pairs need to consist of one 1a and one 1b student.” The haggard man sighed. Monoma glanced to you excitedly, though managed to keep his face blank.

“What kInD oF FuckerY is ThiS!!”

Taking your eyes off Katsuki, you and the blonde made eye contact, your e/c orbs looking into his pretty grey ones, didn’t you know him from somewhere? It clicked so you smiled brightly and ran over to him.

“Hey hey! I know you! Sports festival right!” You trotted over waving to him. His grey tinted eyes lighting up, he’d be lying if he wasn’t excited by you even remembering him.

“Yep. What is it?” He smiled for a second, it transitioning to a familiar smug grin.

“O-oh! N….Neito! Right? Well we have to choose different pairs now and your the only person I could think of….so…” you tried not to ramble, a little sad that he’d probably say no. His eyebrows bounced up, eyes widening a slight bit, than chuckled. Man did he loved the way his first name sounded in your voice.

“Well I don’t see why not.” He shrugged smugly, secretly dying on the inside about how cute you looked when you stuttered and rambled a little bit.

You two with some others were chosen for the part of heroes of course, and Bakugou was chosen as one of the villains, paired up with some random 1b student.

At the moment, you and the yellowy’ blonde may have been trying to attack a certain explosive boy. He was on a rampage of capturing heroes while you too thought up a plan inside a partially destroyed building.

Monoma distracted him, putting his dodging skills to work, snatching the boys quirk too steal his attention,

“YOU FUCKING COPY-CaT iLl KiLl yOu!”

“Haha, go on and try.”

Monoma was taunting him, so you swooped in from the building jumping towards his back, your hand grazed the ash blondes shoulder, gifting you control over his quirk. He hadn’t seen you yet since you were a fast runner he knew a second hero was present but looked too late to catch you hiding under a wrecked wall piece from a building he’d blown up. You didn’t wanna give away your hiding spot but it looked like Monoma would need a little help soon enough.

“Monoma!” You yelled, he took his eyes off of Katsuki.

“Got it!” You redirected an explosion about to hit him, giving him a change to retreat. Concentrating, you got Bakugou to, basically start self destructing.

“What the f-…Fucking Y/n! FUCKING Really!?” Monoma envied how he knew you enough to recognize you by your quirk almost immediately. Your quirk was quite exciting though, it was practically the ultimate counter attack.

You weren’t aiming to hurt him, but he unfortunately looked down at his palm before hand confused, knocking himself out with a minor explosion that came out of it shortly.

“Shit…. I am so dead afterwards, aren’t I.” You two wrapped him up in tape, leaning him against a wall, and went back into your little damaged building.You and Monoma just sat there on concrete waiting for more villains, awkwardly.

He was itching to ask if you associated your self 'intimately’ with the ash blonde he hated. He had to at l e a s t hint at it right?

“So what’s with you and 'boom boy’?”

“Huh?” You shot him a confused glance, putting a light dust of red in his cheeks. Why did you have to look so adorable?

“Well I mean, you too are pretty close for a pret- *cough* cool high school girl and a short tempered lunatic.” You watched his lips twitch a bit, seeming to struggle keeping on a smug expression, you tilted your head.

'Damn, good one Monoma. You almost called her pretty a n d trashed talked her potential boyfriend in one sentence. Great.’

“You got a crush on 'him’ or something.?” Jealousy was even more unbearably potent in that sentence.

“Kacchan?” You confirmed, he looked at the ground.

You blinked at him, giving him time to say he was joking. Than you stomped on his pride, by instead of replying stifling a laugh. Than struggling to keep it in and practically laughing through your whole sentence.

“Bakugou Katsuki? Pfft he’s l-like a-a brother t-to me.” He let out a quiet huh registering your words after admiring your careless laugh. It was like music to his ears. Now he felt like an idiot.

“W-why-” you gasped for emphasis on your realization.

“You’re….jealous?” His instincts kicked into panic mode the moment he messed up, this couldn’t have gone worse. Like hell someone as smart and pretty would like some smug asshole she’s talked too a couple of times, she’d find out and then. Game over.

“Woah, I was right for once AND made Monoma Neito, the copy cat of class B jealous!!” You eyebrows rose, and then a smug expression took over the features he admired most, then you smiled like an idiot seeing his face turn red. He desperately tried to erase the sound of how nicely his first name rolled off your tongue. He shook his head.

“Pshhh, yeah right. No I’m no-!” Before he could deny anything, you quit the sarcastic scooted closer to him on the concrete floor. You grabbed one cheek and pecked the other softly. This smug boy was beyond shocked.

“Cute.” His face was pink and his thoughts were scattered. You placed another soft kiss on his neck, sending shivers down his back.

For once he didn’t have any comebacks or smug remarks.

I apoligize this is kindaaa long but I was really in the mood for writing wOoPs :)

I explained the game or tranin a. Little to thoroughly because I was planning on maybe involving it in other imagines, like you guys request with a different char and the game, and I can write it as like a diff char x reader with them 'rescuing’ or having to carry you or smth. Idk.

Leave a note reblog and send me some requestssss I’m planning on opening them rn!

[thestanceyg]

Answers (Day 8)

FYDL Drabble-a-thon Day 8

Pairing: pre-ship (Darcy Lewis/Spencer Reid, Steve Rogers/Penelope Garcia, Bucky Barnes/Emily Prentis)

For: @cmay62, based on this post

Words: 880

Charity: EPIC They work on privacy and civil liberties issues for the information age.

“Why did we have to bring Little Miss Mouthy over here again?” Bucky asked, smiling around the mouth of his beer bottle.

“Because someone has to act as interpreter for you,” Darcy said with a touch of superiority in her voice.

“It’s not like we don’t speak English doll.”

“Yeah, but not everyone speaks old man, and neither of you really speak technology.”

“Hey! I text you! I send you memes!”

Steve laughed. “We were saddled with a babysitter. Deal with it Bucky.”

“But I don’t know why!” he whined.

“Because she’s the one in touch with Dr. Reid,” Steve said just as Darcy also answered.

“Because someone has to stay immune to your charms and tell you no.”

“Aww, doll, don’t be that way. You know you love me.”

“It’s quite the leap from tolerate to love. Are you sure you’re right in the mind?”

“Hey now, that guy you’re named after totally made the leap from tolerate to love with Elizabeth Bennet.”

Darcy gave him an appraising look. “Okay. Fair. Point Bucky.”

Bucky crowed in victory, but noticed that Steve wasn’t fully paying attention to their conversation. “Hey, what’s caught your eye?”

“I think the better question is who,” Darcy said, following Steve’s line of sight. There was a group of women talking animatedly to a man standing at their table.

“They’re setting him up, I think,” Steve said, not bothering to look back at his companions.

“Like with one of them?”

“No, I think they’re planning on bringing him down a peg. They’ve got this look Peggy used to get before one-upping a guy who was a little too big for his britches.” They all sat and watched as Steve was proven right when they all pulled out credentials to flash at the man who just looked at the dumbly before walking away. They burst out laughing just as the women did.

“I hope the team we’re working with tomorrow are that fun,” Darcy said as she went back to her drink.

“That would make dealing with a possible Hydra cult a lot easier,” Bucky said with a sigh before downing the last of his beer.

Darcy clinked her glass against his empty bottle, “Yuuuup.”

The next morning they arrived at Quantico five minutes before they were supposed to meet their team. “I told you to set an alarm,” Darcy grumbled.”But nooooo. ‘There’s no need D! We have an internal clock doll.’ Pshhh.”

Steve hung his head a little guiltily but kept the quick pace he had set toward the security checkpoint. He and Darcy quickly stepped through, but Bucky was having a problem.

“Of course I set it off,” he said as they pulled him to the side to wand over him. “My arm is made of metal. You can see it. You don’t need a wand to know what set it off,” he complained while the supervisors debated what to do about the weapon that was his prosthesis. “Look, I will absolutely file an ADA suit against you if you don’t just let me go. I’m here to meet with a team because of my specialized knowledge for Christ’s sake.”

Sensing things were about to get ugly, Darcy quickly intervened. “Excuse me, SSA Hotchner is waiting for us upstairs. I can understand your concern, but I think if you look very closely, you’ll see that you are currently detaining a national icon that would have already killed you if that was his intent.” She grabbed Bucky’s hand and started to pull him away. “Now if you don’t mind, we are already late and we are absolutely blaming you. Have a nice day.”

Bucky was still scowling at the security guards, but had calmed down. “Thanks,” he said once they were in the elevator. “I don’t know why it bothered me so much.”

“Because it’s dumb? Like the point of those little pull asides is to make an assessment from professional judgement. They should have looked at you and been like, ‘Oh, cool. Bucky Barnes. He’s on our list so we knew this was coming.’ And then they should have waved you through.”

“Yeah,” he said, “that pretty much sums it up.”

“Look on the bright side,” she said to both of them as the elevator opened back up. “The people we’re about to meet with actually want you here and are going to respect you more.” They nodded and followed Darcy into the BAU where a small group was clustered together at some desks.

“Darcy Lewis?” a tall, reedy man asked.

“Shit,” Darcy muttered under her breath, causing the soldiers to look at her. “Of course he had to be hot,” she sighed before putting a smile on her face.”Yes, and this is Steve and Bucky,” she said louder while gesturing to the guys. Bucky snorted at her statement and Steve just looked amused until he looked at the rest of the group.

“Oh!” he puffed out. “We saw you last night.”

Darcy looked at Dr. Reid’s coworkers and realized Steve was right. And, if the soft blush on Steve’s face or the assessing look on Bucky’s were any indication, the whole lot of them were about to be in the same boat. This simple consult suddenly was a whole lot more interesting.

[hesokuri-wars]

Mod Jyushi!!! :D We've missed you so much!! *hugs* How have you been? Did you miss us? :3

Pshhh of course I missed you guys!! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

And I’m doing much much better now!! I’m not going to go into too much detail, I was just super overworked and ended up sacrificing my health for it, but now I’m finally able to rest!!

- Mod Jyushi

[chuuminn]

I SWEAR I'M ONLY MINORLY OBSESSED WITH DETECTIVE!MINNIE AND PM!JESS- @thewickedjazzy thank you for letting me draw us ksjfdhskl