psych fanfiction

Cadet Kirk

Originally posted by novemberhush

Pairing: McKirk

Prompt/Summary: Accidental classical conditioning of Jim Kirk with the word “Cadet”

Word count: 2,586

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Smut. Just a lot of smutty smut with a side of smut and just a touch of fluff and a dash of psychology

Beta’d: No, not really. 

Tags: @feelmyroarrrr, @auduna-druitt@captainsbabysitter-blog, @t-hy-lla, @yourtropegirl, @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse, @imoutofmyvulcanmind, @medicatemedrmccoy, @thevalesofanduin

Jim tugged at the handcuffs holding his wrists against the headboard. “Bones, really?” he just about whined.

“You said you wanted to do this, so we’re doing it,” Leonard answered as he looked through the box they kept under the bed.

“Technically you asked and I agreed.”

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anonymous asked:

Hey hey! So I recently found your blog and oh m y I love what I see! So can I request newlywed Prompto with his s/o? Pls pls I need more happiness for this Sunshine boyo

I actually did some marriage headcanons with our sunshine child this morning, so check those out if you want! I’ve been having a lot of fun with this idea today!

Happy Prompto is always welcome on my blog, anon! Thank you so much for the request; I always love to write for this boy.

word count: 1078

(so. much. fluff.)


It was just another day.

The sun was rising over the horizon, casting a soft glow over everything in the home you shared with him. Under the sheets, your legs were tangled with his as your arms reached for him, finding their ways around his waist and tugging him closer in an attempt to steal his warmth. He was leaning back, camera in hand, lining up the perfect shot of your resting face.

He smelled of lemons and cinnamon, intoxicating you with every breath you drew. The lilac in your fabric softener drifted from the covers, mixing itself with your husband’s natural scent. A tired hum escaped your lips as you leaned into him, hinting that you were nearly awake.

No, he thought, his chin coming to rest over the top of your head, He wasn’t ready yet.

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Rucas Fic Week 2017

Day Eight// AU + Free Choice: Unwilling and unable to face everyone on her own when it comes time to attend Auggie and Ava’s wedding, Riley Matthews hires a solution in Lucas Friar. Loosely based on The Wedding Date.

Part One II 

Notes: Obviously, this is an AU and it takes place in the future. The characters are adults. While I’m not someone who will ever write smut, and I don’t plan on getting particularly graphic with language or even implications, the vary nature of this story is a bit more adult than what I’ve written previously. I’d place the rating somewhere around a PG-13/14.

Also, this is essentially the first installment to what has started developing into a multi-chapter fic. So this starts a lot of threads and leaves them dangling by the time you reach the end. But you will get answers eventually.


The invitation comes on a Wednesday and Riley immediately considers throwing it in the trash and pretending she never got it.

It’s not that she hasn’t known it would be coming–Auggie had told her about the engagement weeks ago and asked her to be what he called his ‘Best Sister’–but receiving the invitation makes it real. Auggie and Ava are getting married, they’re holding the wedding in Cape Cod, and Riley is expected to join them and the family for a week of wedding festivities at the end of the summer. Riley could just about throw up at the thought. It’s really the sort of scenario she’s been trying (semi-successfully) to avoid since high school graduation nearly eleven years ago, and if the invitation were from anyone else she probably would crumple it up and pretend it got lost or RSVP with an easy lie about not being able to get the vacation time at work, but this is for Auggie.

The only acceptable reason for Riley not to attend would be massive injury and/or death.

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PSA: A bit of info on writing psyche wards

i used to read all these fics when i was younger of people meeting in psyche wards and lots of fun stuff happened and it was great and they fall in love and etc. 

it ain’t like dat. let me tell you the truth. fandoms like dear evan hansen offer lots of opportunity for writing some ward fics. so here’s some pointers if you want to write an accurate ward fic.

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Bechloe Week

I’m SO psyched for Bechloe Week.

My one-shots will be:

Monday - Coincidence - The Bella’s play a Fat Amy version of ‘Spin the Bottle’ called 'Spin the Dingo’ which they discover is essentially just the 'dare’ part of truth or dare.

Tuesday - Summer Camp - The Bella’s have a sleepover in the tent in the back garden of their Sorority house. Beca is highly reluctant, but Chloe eventually changes her mind.

Wednesday - Blurred Lines - Chloe gets glasses…

Thursday - Flowers - A chapter taken from my fic 'Two Years On’ - Chloe gets ready to attend the opening night of her little theatre company’s new show that she’s choreographed for. Beca arrives at the apartment as her 'plus one’.

Friday - Harry Potter - Chloe drives Beca from her Dad’s back to Barden. On the way they listen to a Harry Potter audio book. Beca states she hates Harry Potter but by the time they arrive at their college home she’s dying to know what happens next.

Saturday - Sleepover - Also taken from my fic 'Two Years On’ - Beca is visiting Chloe and her family at The Beale family lake house. Chloe’s nephews and niece beg Beca to read them a bedtime story.

Sunday - Pride - The Bella’s attend a Pride Parade in Atlanta. They don’t know that Chloe and Beca have started secretly seeing each other…

Monday - A.U. - Beca (a Hollywood actress-turned director-turned music artist) meets Chloe (a Hollywood actress) on the set of a movie. Their fast friendship blossoms into a romantic relationship, kept secret from the public eye. Beca reluctantly breaks up with Chloe following a threat from Chloe’s grandmother. This angsty one-shot charts their interactions over the years that they have known and deeply loved each other, even when Beca marries and has children with one of Hollywood’s leading actors. To the public and media Beca has it all, but on the inside she’s miserably pining for the woman she loves and the life they could have shared together.

Roll on next week!!

BatB AU: Come Into the Light by emjee (MerryHeart)

After Eros is shot with one of his own arrows, he falls deeply in love with a young woman who wants more than the life her small village can give her. Cursed by his mother (who is Not Amused with his lovesickness), Eros can never let his bride see his face, but curiosity and blossoming love make it harder and harder to hide in the darkness.

Read here: AO3

Having been bitten by the picspam bug I’ve decided to create a BatB Eros & Psyche!AU graphic for @je-suis-em-jee ‘s fanfic Come Into The Light. For those of you who haven’t read it (or any of emjee’s works, which are fantastic), I’d highly recommend it. 

MG, thank you for everything you’ve contributed to this fandom. I hope you like it!

Originally posted by indianashawn


Imagine the NCIS team believes Gus to be the prime murder suspect

An NCIS psych crossover maybe where they think Gus did it since they came over and the reader says he couldn’t because be runs and screams or faints when he sees a dead body?… ~requested by @janetthegiantt

“Y/n!” Gibbs barked at you as he reared into the bull pen, “Update!”

“No suspects as of now, sir” You replied, wincing as turned toward you (he hadn’t had his coffee yet and things were not faring well for the people around him for the rest of the day, that was obvious).

“What about Guster? The psychic’s assistant?”

You almost laughed at the though of Gus J-walking, let alone killing somebody, “We used to work together back in Santa Barbara and he would faint at the mere sight of a dead body. And when I interviewed him, he claimed that he was stuck at his office trying to keep his business partner from doing a taco eating contest with himself.”

Gibbs wasn’t sure how to respond, just glared a lot and took an angry sip of his coffee, “McGee, tell me you got something more.”

Shaved Ice (Shawn Spencer X Reader)

Fandom: Psych
Pairing: Shawn Spencer X Reader
Word Count: 1,481
Author’s Note: Takes place sometime during season one! Sorry if Shawn’s super out of character, I’ve never written for him before!! (which is weird, because I’ve been watching Psych for years. More Shawn, and Gus too, to come eventually!!)
Also escalates really quickly but it’s Shawn and he is /such/ a flirt in the first couple of seasons, so I think it’s okay?

“Hey there!” You greeted cheerfully, wiping down the counter with a rag before tossing it into a bucket. You walked back over to the customer who had just entered and leaned your elbows against the counter as you eyed him up and down. “You’ve been in here before, right?”

The brown haired man nodded. “I come in at least twice a month. Sometimes more if I’m having a really intense craving for flavored ice.”

“For future reference, I’m __y/n__.” You said, offering the man your hand across the counter. He took it but didn’t shake it, and instead brought it to his lips, kissing the back of your hand lightly.

“Well then, hello beautiful. I’m Shawn.” He said and winked at you before letting go of your hand. You blushed and pulled your hand back, coughing awkwardly before grabbing a slip of paper and handing it to the man.

“You know the drill, right? Write down what flavors you want and then bring it up to the counter so I can start shaving your ice.”

Shawn nodded and started scribbling onto the paper, and you had barely started getting the ice maker ready by the time Shawn was at the counter, pretending to ring a bell.

You chuckled to yourself. “Alright, alright, I’m coming. Hold your horses.” You walked back over to the counter and held out your hand for Shawn’s paper. He handed it to you and your eyes skimmed across the paper, eyebrow raising when you saw the size he wanted.

“Are you sure you want a jumbo? Most people can’t even finish a regular.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” Shawn said with a grin. “If I can’t finish it, maybe I can get you to help me out.” He added a wink and you rolled your eyes at him, inputting the information into the register and asking him for a ten dollar bill.

He paid you, and you went back to the ice machine and started to crush the large amount of ice required for his humongous cup of ice.

You glanced back down at the flavors he wanted and grabbed those ones from a shelf, placing them on the counter next to his cup. You saw a little note written on the bottom of the note, reading it and flushing slightly when you saw that it was Shawn’s way of asking you for his number.

You hesitated for a moment before deciding to live a little, writing your number on the small bit of remaining space and tucking it in the pocket of your apron so you could give it to him when his shaved ice was done.

Shawn was surprisingly silent the whole time you were making his shaved ice, and you were fairly positive that it was because he was staring at your ass. You had turned around at one point, and his eyes were practically glued to your bum and all he did when you noticed was lift his eyes to your face, wave at you, and then drag them back down (that man was shameless).

He didn’t want any ice cream in the middle of his shaved ice, so you started drizzling flavor on the large bowl of ice. When you were finished (the flavoring process was the easy part, the shaving process was the hard one), you scooped out a spoonful of chopped pineapples and poured them onto the mound of shaved ice that rose a good six inches over the rim of the cup (anyone who bought shaved ice certainly got their money’s worth).

You plucked the piece of paper from your pocket and placed it on the counter in front of Shawn, putting his cup of shaved ice down on the edge of it.

Shawn grinned to himself and extracted the note from the counter, sticking it in his pocket before gesturing for you to sit down next to him. “Care to split this with me?”

You shook your head. “As much as I’d like to, I can’t. My boss would kill me if she caught me flirting with a customer.”

“Oh, so you admit that we are currently flirting?” Shawn asked, unable to get the silly grin off of his face.

“Yes, Shawn. I admit it.” You said, rolling your eyes at him. You peeked around the cafe, noting that there were no other customers and that your boss wouldn’t be coming in to lock up for another couple of hours, before cautiously making your way out from behind the counter and taking the seat next to Shawn.

“Thought you couldn’t join me?” Shawn teased, already digging his spoon back into the shaved ice before holding it in front of your mouth. “Say ah.”

“Ah.” You did as he asked (which, he had to admit, slightly surprised him), opening your mouth and waiting for him to bring the spoon to your lips.

He did after a moment of frozen surprise, and the little hum of pleasure that spilled out of your mouth should not have made his heart feel all fuzzy (but it did anyway).

“That is delicious.” You commented, removing the spoon from your mouth and handing it back to Shawn. “I’ve been working here for almost a month, and I would’ve never in my life thought to mix Tiger’s Blood, mango, pineapple, and guava.”

“I’ve been coming here for years, so I’ve tried just about every flavor combination possible.” Shawn started, shrugging. “That, and I’m a psychic.”

“Oh, really?” You said, arching an eyebrow at him. “If you’re a psychic, please do tell, what am I thinking?”

Shawn’s eyes darted up and down your body, to the fingers you were drumming against the counter to your teeth which were nibbling on your lower lip, before flicking upwards to your eyes, stunningly pretty __e/c__ orbs that were brimming with curiosity and disbelief.

“You don’t believe that I’m a psychic, that’s pretty obvious. Judging by the way you’ve been tugging on your lower lip, you think I’m attractive. You want to kiss me, but you don’t know me well enough to act on that. And you’re nervous. Even though you’re stupidly gorgeous, you don’t get hit on a lot, which is ridiculous, by the way, and the fact that I’m flirting with you makes you a little nervous.”

You frowned. “I wanna say that you’re completely wrong, but you’re not. You were actually really accurate, aside from me wanting to kiss you.”

Shawn raised an eyebrow. “So, you’re saying that you don’t want to kiss me?”

You grinned, shaking your head. “No, I’m saying that I want to do a lot more than kiss you.”

That seemed to surprise Shawn; he looked up at you in confusion, his eyebrows furrowing before his eyes darkened.

“When do you get off?”

You couldn’t help it. You had to make the joke. “Whenever we get to your house.”

Shawn gaped at you for a moment, that joke was extremely unexpected, before bursting into laughter. “You really just did that.”

“I did. I really did.” You said, shaking your head at yourself. “I’m sorry. I, uh-”

“Make dirty jokes when you’re nervous?” Shawn interrupted, finishing your sentence for you. You nodded.

“I am so sorry. Oh my god, please forgive me. Like you said earlier, I don’t get hit on a lot so I get nervous when cute people flirt with me and-“

Shawn cut you off, his hands flying to your cheeks as he lightly pressed his ice cold lips to yours. “Never apologize for making awesome jokes.” Shawn murmured, smiling at you before pressing his lips to yours once again.

Your hands were just tangling themselves in Shawn’s (fantastic) hair when the bell on the door to the shop jingled, signaling that you had a customer. You hastily pulled away and jumped to your feet, moving behind the counter in a span of about three seconds.

Shawn was left stunned, his eyes slowly blinking open as a lazy smirk pulled the corners of his lips up. He went back to eating his shaved ice, but he was surprised to find that his heart was beating way harder than it should’ve been for just a kiss.

You were smiling brightly at the customer that just walked in, a frazzled looking woman with three little girls tugging excitedly on her sleeves, and if Shawn hadn’t just been the one kissing you, he would’ve never guessed that only seconds before you were locked in a deep kiss.

Fifteen minutes later, when two of the woman’s kids were happily eating their syrup-covered ice and the third child’s ice was being crushed in the ice maker, you leaned across the counter, pecked Shawn’s cheek, and whispered something in his ear.

“I get off at seven thirty; you wanna pick me up then?”

Shawn grinned and lowered his voice conspiratorially. “You bet your ass I do.”

End.  <3

Psychic on NZT

Fandoms: Limitless/Psych

Summary: The FBI sets Brian on finding people throughout the country that could possibly be on NZT. Strange changes in behavior, increased work ethic, or surprise success stories. A ‘Psychic’ by the name Shawn Spencer kinda fits the bill. 

(Or where Shawn is investigated by the FBI for possession of NZT, meets Brian Finch, and might try a dose accidentally. 

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hey guys, a while ago I posted this:

Number one reason why Shules should get married:

When Henry visits the station, and Lassiter yells SPENCER- Shawn, Juliet and Henry all reply.

SO: If you guys have a desire to put this in any fics you would be magical beings, and I will owe you 1,000 pineapples and hugs! If anyone does, care to send me a link?

Imagine Lines!

So to really get my blog started I thought I’d make a list of these which I always see floating around Tumblr. Just throw me a number or two or three and a fandom or two or three from my list and maybe some extra direction if you’d like and I’ll make a steamy brand-spanking-new fic just for you! Feel free to use these if you’d like, there were just off the top of my head. Just make sure to give credit where credit is due :)

And without further adieu, here they are!

1. “Stop poking me or I swear I’m gonna- Hey!”

2. “Gimme an hour, tops.”

3. “This is not how you propose to someone.”

4. “Why are we running?”

5. “I’m not going in there.”

6. “This is not the time for a selfie!”

7. “Fine, we’ll stop at the playground, but only for a couple minutes!”

8. “You can’t rollerblade everywhere.”

9. “We can’t go trick-or-treating. Besides, it’s not even Halloween.”

10. “I’m not dead! Yet.”

11. “You ate ALL the cookie dough?”

12. “You still play with Barbies?”

13. “Please say yes.”

14. “Since when can you see the future?”

15. “So, why are you on the roof?”

16. “Goodbye.”

17. “So, uh… Did you hear about Pluto?”

18. “Race ‘ya.”

19. “How’d you manage to do that?”

20. “Want me to kiss-it-make-it-better?”

21. “Slap me in the face.”

22. “You braided his hair?”

23. “Just kiss me now and ask questions later.”

24. “Oh. Hell. No”

25. “That’s my girl.”

26. “That’s my boy.”

27. “Which one of you put dye in my shampoo?”

28. “Please, just get out of the tree.”

29. “I’m sorry, what did you just say to me?”

30. “Don’t come anywhere near me.”

31. “We’re done. I’m done. Everything’s done.”

32.“That can’t be real.”

33. “Wait, you are jealous!”

34. “Sing for me. Pretty please?”

35. “Kids these days and their satanic electro music.”

36. “You’re gonna be my girlfriend and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

37. “I think I saw a bad romance movie that was exactly like this.”

38. “How do girls even walk in those things? Do they all have death wishes?”

39. “Bucket list: done.”

40. “I’m famous on the internet.”

41. “Give it back.”

42. “Really? Anime?”

43.“You need to sleep.”

44. “Out of all the times to faint, you had to pick now?”

45. “Fine. You are a princess.”

46. “Okay, okay. We’ll do it your way.”

47. “Your pain is just too entertaining.”

48. “I didn’t think it was that important.”

49. “I never want to see another cat in my life.”

50. “You’re kidding, right?”

51. “I was a cheerleader in highschool.”

52. “Didn’t know you were into arts and crafts.”

53. “Your taste in music repels me.”

54. “You’re late.”

55. “Morning, sexy.”

56. “What the hell happened to your face!?”

57. “Trust me, I’m panicking on the inside”

58. “It’s been years.”

59. “So what’s your secret?”

60. “Leave it to the professionals, honey.”

61. “C’mon, just one more.”

62. “Told ‘ya this would happen.”

63. “1, 2, 3, Jump!”

64. “Roadtrip!”

65. “You’re not my sister. You’re way too pretty to be a part of this family.”

And there we go! And to the jawn that requested the panic! fic, you are not forgotten, lovely :). 

Fanfiction Shenanigans [Steve Rogers x Reader]

Requested by: @luxdxvine (I can’t tag you for some reason??) :: The avengers bring the reader and Steve together through fanfictions written for just them.

A/N: I couldn’t stop writing this fic and it’s kinda dragged and veryyyy long, therefore brace yourself. I apologise in advance and thank you for bearing with me. (Criticism welcome.)

Tony Stark strutted into the common room of the avengers, a place where they all hungout when nobody was on a mission. His patent smirk was plastered on his face as he sauntered into the midst of the other avengers, with the exception of you and Steve Rogers.

“What you got up your sleeve, man?” Sam asked, noticing Tony and his grin.

Bucky, Natasha, Clint and Vision looked up at the philanthropist while Wanda busily dealt cards to everyone.

“What I’m going to tell you is more fun than any game of cards you’ve played,” Tony declared, whipping out his phone.

“Please, Stark, we aren’t interested in the new tech you’ve come up with,” Natasha commented.

“It’s not tech, although that would be something. Anyway, it’s about Capsicle and Y/N,” Tony divulged.

“..Really? The fact that they’re attracted to each other? Old news, Grandma,” Natasha said casually.

Bucky looked at Natatsha in horror. “WHat?”

“Ol’ Buck doesn’t know,” Sam interjected.

“Everyone knew? Why didn’t I?” Bucky questioned.

Everyone shrugged at the soldier who looked a little angry.

Tony cleared his throat and continued,”Well it is obvious they’re in love but they’re not doing anything about it and it’s making me crazy. I decided that we must take matters into our own hands.”

“We’re listening,” Nat and Wanda said in unison.

“That’s the spirit,” Tony said, a wider smirk playing at his lips.


You entered the room to find the avengers sitting huddled around Tony who was talking. Your eyes automatically started to look for a particular avenger but you shook your head. You had to stop.

You walked to the huddle and everyone whirled to look at you, a grin on most of their faces. Your forehead furrowed in confusion. “What’s up?”

“It’s nothing,” Tony blurted quickly, starting to put the phone he’d been reading from into his pocket.

Just then Steve entered the room and you stiffened. Why he had this effect on you, you’d never know. But one look at him, his perfect greek-god like built, his kind blue eyes and perfect lips and you were a goner.

You turned your focus to Tony, trying to no think about Steve who walked over to stand beside you. That wasn’t helping.

“I want to know! What were you guys reading?” you demanded.

“It’s nothing, Y/N,” Bucky said, sounding unconvincing.

“Do you want me to use my power to take it from you, Tony?” you commanded.

“Alright alright,” he deadpanned. Steve looked at him questioningly. It was very unlike Tony Stark to give into commands so easily.

“We were reading Captain America into Psych fanfiction,” Tony admitted.

Your jaw dropped. Did Wanda tell everyone? Only she knew about your little crush on Steve. So this is what it felt like, being stabbed in the back with a knife.

“What’s a fanfiction?” Steve queried, his brows knitting in confusion.

“’s something people or rather fans write. They write fictious stories about people or events that they would like to happen,” Natasha explained.

Steve still looked puzzled. Meanwhile you were sure you were going to drown in embarrasment.

“We were reading fanficition about you and Y/N,” Sam added.

You almost expected Steve to start laughing at this absolute stupidity but all he said was,”They want me and Y/N to happen?”

Where was the nearest balcony? You ought to jump off one.

“Yeah well,”Tony said, trying to keep fom smiling.

Steve glanced at you and judging you by your neutral expression he said, “Well it’s not like it’s real or anything.”

Whoever said about words not harming anyone. What he said made your heart clench with sadness, you always hoped he’d like you back but here was the truth, waving at you in your face.

Hurt, you managed to croak,”Yeah, keep reading Stark, this should be fun.”

That’s right, hurt yourself more.

Tony, obviously enjoying this, obligied immediately. The other avengers sat themselves around him, while you found a place next to Wanda and Steve squeezed himself between Bucky and Clint.

Clearing his throat, Tony continued where he’d left off, “Y/N lay in Steve’s arms, as the soldier whispered silent prayers into the night. Y/N was barely breathing. Steve brushed her hair off her face and caressed her cheek. ‘Please, don’t die,’ the avenger said. ‘Please, Y/N, I love you.”

Tony paused for a second and you wanted to strangle him. Steve glanced at you and you looked back, his face, unreadable.

Why were they doing this? Was this a joke to them? Steve clearly didn’t know and didn’t share the same feelings. It was merely a passtime for him. But hearing everything you wanted to happen aloud, was humiliating. But you were brave, you couldn’t let Steve know.

“Why are you reading soapy, dramatic stuff? Isn’t there anything that’s fun?” You asked, putting on an impassive face.

“Ooh the lady wants fun,” Clint said, grinning at you. You smiled back at him, hoping nobody could hear your heart thudding against your chest.

“Here’s something fun. Do you want me to read smut?” Tony questioned, his eyebrows arched and mocking.

Bucky, Sam and Clint burst out laughing, Nat following in a second later.

Congratulations, you played yourself.

“What’s smut?” Steve asked, earning a groan from everyone.

“It’s sexual intercourse and everything​related in writing, Mr. Rogers,” Vision piped and Steve’s eyes widened at the mention of the word.
His ears redened and he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. Nor could you look at him.

“Not​ that. Go on to something else,” Steve muttered.

“C'mon Capsicle,” Tony urged and before waiting for an answer, started to read.
“Lust and love blazed in Steve’s eyes as Y/N stood before him, dressed in satin lingerie.”
That earned some giggles.
Your head was going to burst, you thought.

“Pining Y/N against the wall, Steve planted small kisses on her neck and moved onto her jaw, illiciting a moan from the beautiful maiden. Y/N pushed herself against the soldier, her hands grasping at his hair. Steve slid his hand up her thigh and Y/N shuddered at his touch.”

Wild fantasies involving the blonde soldier were storming in your brain one after one and if anyone read your mind they’d take you to be christined immediately.

Just when you thought​ things couldn’t get worse, Steve said,“ That’s not how I’d do it.”

Everything went dead still. You looked at the avenger and blinked. He wasn’t looking at you.

And then the other avengers started to scoff, Bucky whistling and Natasha winking at Steve.

You chuckled a little but your mind was already racing with the thoughts of what he would do and you hated yourself for it.

“Wanna write your own fic as to how it would go, Stevie?” Tony teased.

“No thanks,” Steve said, blushing.

You tried to gather yourself for what was yet to come.

“Y/N ripped the shirt off the Captain, and drank in the god-like built of her lover. She pulled him closer, biting at his lower lip. Steve slipped the satin straps off Y/N’s shoulder, his touch burning her skin. Steve trailed kisses down her neck and moved to her bre-”

You couldn’t take it anymore.
“That’s enough,” you said through gritted teeth.

Steve looked at you, he looked a little humiliated too…and was that sorry written on his face?

Tony looked scared for a second and then joked, “Atleast the fictious Steve’s getting some action.”

Steve’s face redened. You almost laughed but caught yourself…the others however, not so much.

“Steve, c'mon man, there’s got to be someone you like,” Sam asked, punching him playfully.

Steve remained silent. So the others, obviously moved on to the next victim, you.

“And you, Y/N?”

Of course there was someone. Of course you wanted to be with him. And obviously you couldn't​ ever have that.

“Yeah, there is someone,” you muttered.

Steve looked at you, a puzzled look on his face. You glanced at him and saw something like jealousy flash over his face. You blinked. All this fanfiction reading was playing with your mind.

Bucky scooted over to you.
“Is it anyone we know?”

Why were you answering?

“Is it anyone in this room?” Clint piqued.

They all knew. Traitors.

“Uhuh.” you breathed, not looking up.

You managed to glance at Steve. He was absolutely still and watching you carefully.

As if noticing your glance at the Captain, Natasha plodded, “Is it our beloved Steve?”

You were going to die.

You could swear Steve looked crest-fallen.
He cleared his throat and said, “I just remembered, I have some work to do.”

He stood up and left, heading to the balcony.

As soon as he left, Wanda scrambled over to you and exclaimed, “What are you doing?!”

“Go talk to him you stupid thing!” Bucky cried.

All of them were talking over each other, asking you to go confront Steve.
Tired, you stood up and reluctantly followed Steve outside.

“Can we talk?” you called after the broad soldier.

He turned around and squinted at you. He nodded and beckoned you over.

Without thinking about the consequences or anything you marched upto him and began, “Listen, you’ve been a great confidante and friend. But everything I said back there was true except for the fact that.. that it is you, Rogers. I’ve been hopelessly in love with you for sometime now and I understand if this is not the case for you but all this,”-you gestured vaguely- “just made me want to tell you everything. I’m sorry if this is too awkward for you.. I just had to do it.”

Steve looked taken aback for a second. He blinked a couple of times before his beautiful blue eyes crinkled as he smiled down at you.

“I was heart broken when you said no to what Nat said and couldn’t take it anymore that’s why I had to walk out. The truth is Y/N…I’ve been in love with you for quite some time now too,” he confided.

You couldn’t believe your ears. The man of you dreams was actually in love with you too? You could almost cry. You, however, hugged him instead, burying your face in his hard, warm chest.

“FINALLY!” you heard Bucky scream from the door to the veranda. You heard a roar of laughter and giggles errupt from his side.

“Oh give us a moment​, you guys!” Steve hollered but he was smiling.

Just as Steve leaned down to kiss you, Nat yelled, “I think I’ll write a fanfiction about this!”

You smiled against his lips and kissed him.

Remember that time when you were still a durarara noob and you’d just finished watching all the anime episodes. So you went on fanfiction to read your first Shizaya fic. But as soon as you logged on you saw the names Psyche and Delic and thought:
Who the hell are these assholes?

Healing Psyche

A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader where the reader has just started at the BAU and has recently escaped an abusive relationship. I chose a mostly verbally abusive relationship because it fits for the idea I have in mind. Since starting with the team, she’s been comparing herself to Emily, JJ and Garcia and one day has a complete meltdown, during which time, Spencer comforts her. Enjoy! Also, if anyone wants to know how I come up with the outfits my people wear, let me know. I find all my inspiration from pinterest :) @coveofmemories

Warnings: Talk of verbal abuse and extreme self-hatred.


You’d never be like that.

Strong like Emily, beautiful like JJ, self-confident like Garcia.

Everyone said you already were, that one day you’d get to believing it yourself - that you just needed time to work through the torture you’d endured for two years - but you couldn’t see it. He’d done too much damage to your psyche; there was no coming back from it.

Months prior, you had gotten accepted to work with the BAU, just weeks after leaving the man that tore you down to shreds. But every day since, you couldn’t help but look at your co-workers and realize that you’d never be them. Longingly, you’d look at JJ, her beautiful smile and general perfection leaving you feeling inferior and ugly. You’d look at Emily, her indomitable strength telling everyone in her path that she was not to be trifled with. You’d look at Garcia, her innate ability to make people smile being something you could never do. 

You were ugly, weak, self-deprecating. You hated yourself. There wasn’t a time you could remember not hating yourself.

Although you had no desire to, there was an FBI formal dinner that you were supposed to attend. Standing in front of the mirror, you looked up and down your short frame. You’d picked out a navy blue a-line floor length gown with a little bit of navy blue threading in the shape of flowers at the neckline. Since you had no chest to speak of, you could get away with the plunging neckline. Everything else however was covered up, and it did wonders to distract from your waistline. You wanted to be wearing something more modern, shiny - the kind of dress that made everyone want to look at you, but you didn’t have the confidence for it, so you found the prettiest dress you could.

When you got to the hall, you took a deep breath before going inside; you had to brace yourself to be around these people that you loved, but also that intimidated you so much, through no fault of their own.

Once you were ready, you headed inside, putting on that all-too-familiar fake smile of a woman who’d had her smile taken away by the person closest to her. “You all look beautiful and handsome,” you said, looking at each member of your team. They all cleaned up amazingly well. Each one of your friends commented on the statuesque, royal nature of your dress, told you that you looked beautiful, but you didn’t believe it; they were just being nice.

As you sat down at the table, you took in each of your female co-workers dresses. Emily was wearing a dark green lace dress with a satin belt; she looked like a goddess. JJ was wearing a straight gown with a sweetheart neckline in various shades of purple that faded from one into the other; she looked like the gorgeous model she always did. And Penelope wore a floor-length a-line dress with a sweetheart neckline and little pink and orange flowers all over it; it was a dress only she could pull off. Her uniqueness shined like the sun.

While you felt okay standing in front of your mirror before, now you felt small and insignificant - no one cared whether you were here or not. You could feel the tears swelling up, but you refused to cry in front of your team, so you excused yourself from the table, doing your best to shield your face from the rest of your friends as you made your exit.

You walked out the back door, breathing in the fresh air and feel the cool breeze on your face; you needed a few minutes to compose yourself, to allow a tear or two to fall before heading back inside. 

As you watched a tear fall to the ground, you noticed a pair of footsteps coming out of the back door and quickly wiped your tears away. “Are you okay?” Spencer asked, a worried look adorning his beautiful face. 

“I-I’m fine,” you breathed, air catching in your throat.

He shook his head. “You’re not okay. Is there anything I can do?”

“You can’t do anything, Spencer. Why would you want to anyway?”

“My friend is hurting,” he said sadly, “I wanna help.”

“I need a lot more help than you can give to undo the damage that was done to me,” you admitted out loud. You’d never mentioned why you broke up with your ex, just that you did.

He looked livid. “What did he do to you?” he asked hotly.

“He made me feel unworthy,” you said simply. “He made me hate myself. He made me feel as if I was never enough. And now I don’t know how to feel any other way.” You started to cry again, the feelings you’d worked to keep at bay flooding back to you in an instant. “I was just looking at how beautiful JJ and Emily and Garcia are and feeling insignificant in comparison. I was told on a near daily basis that I was ugly and weak and he was the only man that would ever love me - and for a long time I believed it - and sometimes still do.”

Spencer’s lips parted in shock and sadness. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he replied, his own eyes brimming with tears. In the short time you’d known him, you’d seen he was a sensitive individual. “But he’s the disgusting excuse for human refuse,” he continued. “You’re one of the most beautiful, talented, intelligent women I’ve ever met.”

You smiled weakly. “Thanks, but I just can’t believe it.” He reached for your hand, clasping it gently.

“You said you were dating him for two years, right?” he asked, his thumb rubbing against your palm. “He’s done a lot of damage in two years, but you aren’t damaged. It’ll take time to see yourself how you really are.”

“I hope so,” you replied, the tears coming to a stop. You dragged your fingers across the underside of your eyes, trying to get rid of any evidence of sadness.

“It’ll happen,” he said convincingly, a small hopeful smile giving you a bit of strength. “And I’ll believe it for you every day until you can believe it for yourself.”

We Provide...Pineapples

Fandoms: Leverage/Psych

Summary: The Leverage Team are drawn to Santa Barbra when they get wind of a Pharmaceutical Company easily avoiding legal claims regarding an accident that killed 3 employees and injured several others. Thing is, they aren’t the only ones looking into it. “Uh, Hardison, there isn’t supposed to be anyone on this floor, correct?” “Uh, yeah?” “Then why the hell is guy with pineapple wandering around?”

(Or Gus gets hurt at his job, and Shawn smells some sleazy shit going down and decides to investigate. He may accidentally get in way a group of criminals trying to do the same thing.)

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Seen Through A Screen No More

From this request: Would you do a Gabriel x reader where Gabe send the boys in tvland again but this time he accidentally bring her, the reader, from her world on theirs. Just a “Who are you?”, “ Who are YOU!?” situation


“Where the hell are we?”

The Winchester brothers looked around the busy street. They didn’t recognize anything or anyone. And the voices of the passersby… sounded different.

“There’s a sign over there,” Sam said, pointing. The brothers carefully wove their way over, examining the sign.

“Baker Street, City of Westminster,” Dean read.

“Wait a minute,” Sam said. “Baker Street… that sounds familiar.”

“Didn’t that one detective live there?”

“Yeah, Sherlock Holmes. Real street, fictional detective.”

“Wasn’t he British?”


“Dude, are we in England?”

The brothers looked around. The place certainly did seem very… British.

“How the hell did we get here?” Dean asked.

At that moment, a door next to them opened. Out walked a rather tall man in an oversized black coat. His black curls bounced with every step. A shorter, greying-blonde man followed behind.

“Sherlock,” the shorter man said. “Where on Earth are we going?”

The brothers watched as the two men hailed a taxi and sped off.

“Dude…” Dean said. “Did that guy just say…”

“Yeah,” Sam said. “Of course, this all makes sense now!”

“What does?”

Before Sam could answer, a young woman ran past them.

“Taxi!” she called, arm raised. Her voice was American, standing out among the British titters. The brothers watched a taxi pull up next to her. “Can you follow that cab?” she asked the driver, pointing in the direction the other cab had gone. The driver must have said yes because the girl got into the cab.

Neither brother knew why her presence had stopped them so short.

“You were saying?” Dean asked, turning back to Sam.

“I think this may be another TV-land adventure,” Sam said.

Dean’s face hardened. “Gabriel. Of course.”


The brothers had just entered a nearby shop when they realized that the scenery had changed. The world behind the shop door was not filled with fluorescent lighting and aisles of meaningless product. Instead, the room they stepped into had a very large console, reaching floor to ceiling, with numerous screens and buttons.

“Okay, now where the hell are we?” Dean asked.

At that moment, a man wandered into the room. He studied the boys, his eyes narrowed under bushy grey brows.

“You’re not Clara,” the man said, a Scottish twang to his voice.

“Uh, no, no we’re not,” Dean said.

The man studied them for a moment longer. “No matter!” he said, stepping to the console. “I’ll take whatever help I can get, be it Clara or you two… Americans?”

Before they could answer, the same girl from the taxi incident walked in. She looked around the room, her eyes filled with wonder.

The man also noticed the girl’s entrance. “Oh, great. Another one. And just who are you?”

The girl’s eyes widened upon seeing the man. “Doctor?” she squeaked.

“He doesn’t look like a doctor,” Dean whispered to his brother.

“Wait a minute… I think we’re in the TARDIS.”

“The tortoise?”

Sam shook his head. “TARDIS. We’re in Doctor Who.”

Dean studied his brother. “Your nerd-side is showing.”

“Shut up.”

“Okay, so, tell me who the girl is.”

“No idea. Although British TV shows do tend to use the same actors…”

“But she’s American.”

At that moment, the girl’s eyes fell on the brothers. “Wait a minute… are you two Sam and Dean? Winchester?”

Both brothers were surprised. “You know us?” Dean asked.

The girl’s eyes widened even more. “What if… what if this isn’t a dream? What if… ‘Changing Channels’…”

The brothers shared a look just as the scene changed again.


After being in an artificially-lit room, the brilliant sunshine was blinding.

“Jesus!” Dean said, ducking into some shade from a nearby palm tree.

Sam looked around but once again didn’t recognize the area. The window of the building behind them said Psych in big, green letters.


The brothers turned and saw the girl jogging toward them. She stopped in front of them, catching her breath slightly. “I was hoping I would find you two again.”

“How do you know who we are?” Dean asked.

“I, uh…” The girl’s eyes landed on the window behind them. “Oh, shit, no way!”

“You know where we are?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, Santa Barbara. Home of Shawn Spencer.”

None of that meant anything to the Winchesters, but there was a sort of glassy, wanting look in the girl’s eye. She looked as if she desperately wanted to go into the office.

“So,” Dean said, drawing the girl’s attention back to him. “You were saying?”

“Oh,” the girl said. “Right. Well, the thing is… you guys are in one of my favorite shows…”

“Excuse me?” Dean said.

“Sam and Dean are the main characters on Supernatural, which is like my fourth favorite show…”

“Fourth?” Dean asked, suddenly offended.

“After Sherlock, Doctor Who, and… whatever this is,” Sam said, putting the pieces together.

Psych,” the girl responded.

Dean shook his head, remembering his predicament. “Do we look fictional to you?”

The girl bit her lip and shrugged.

“What’s your name?” Sam asked, his voice gentler than his brother’s.


“I thought something was off.”

The three of you turned to see Gabriel walking toward you. He was dressed in swim trunks and was carrying a surfboard.

“Gabriel, what the hell is happening?” Dean asked.

“Your brother was on the right track earlier,” the angel answered. “I decided it would be fun to send you two into some fictional realms again, but it seems we got a tagalong.”

The three men turned and looked at you.

“What?” you said. “Don’t look at me. I didn’t ask for this. Dream about it, yes, but ask for it?” You shook your head.

“Glitch in the matrix,” Gabriel said, his golden eyes on you. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Send us home, Gabriel,” Dean said.

“Fine,” Gabriel said. “But I’m taking this little gumdrop with me.”

With a snap of his fingers, the Winchesters disappeared.

“Where’d you send them?” you asked, slightly worried.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, they’re safe and sound back in their bunker.”

You noticed that Gabriel’s snap had also transported his surfboard elsewhere, and had turned his outfit into his typical jeans and jacket attire.

“You wanna go get a snow cone?” Gabriel asked you. “There’s a great little stand just down the beach.”

You bit your lip. You did want to go exploring with the angel, but…

You glanced back at the window of the detective office. “Can I meet Shawn and Gus first? Please?”

Gabriel smiled at you. “Anything you want, darlin’.”

Psychosis: Part 1 (Antisepticeye)

“Jack…JACK! Wake up dammit!”

Jack woke up in a panic. He fell from his bed and hit the floor with a loud THUD! “Ow! Jesus…What the hell is going on!?” He looked across the room to see a video call open on his monitor. Mark had been screaming his name. “What do you want? Why did you wake me?” Jack was mildly perturbed at Mark for waking him from his nap.

“Jack, there is something wrong with you.” Mark sounded like he was terrified of something.

“What the hell are you going on about? There’s nothing wrong with me. I’m fine.” He slowly stood up off the ground and walked over to his desk.

“Have you even watched your recent video? Robin messaged me saying how you had gone off the deep end. He was scared for his life!”

Jack shook his head in disbelief. He hadn’t had a chance to watch the video yet. He’d been feeling miserably sick to his stomach after recording earlier so he sent what he had to Robin and then passed out. “Mark, you better not be pulling some kind of trick on me.”

“Would you just watch the damn video.” Mark was starting to get annoyed with him.

Jack raised his hands in surrender. “Alright alright. Give me a sec to bring it up.” He plopped down in his chair and brought up his main channel. The first video title he saw made him feel a bit uneasy. It read as ‘S̺͍͉͔͉̞̪Ḁ̸̰̮͝Y̶̪ ̳͇̭͍̥̭͉ͅG̕O̤̫͖͎̗͜͞ͅÒ̴̬̠̺̪̥͉̳͉̥͝D̨̺̦̯͙͙͔̯͚͠B̸̬̻̝͉͍̻̀͝YE̲̩͟͝ͅ ‘ .

What was with that freaky font? Why did the thumbnail have blood dripping down the pumpkin he had carved earlier? Jack forced himself to stop asking questions and just click the video. Everything looked normal enough…wait…what was that? He skipped back a couple seconds and then paused. In the video he had just gotten up to go check the hallway when something flickered into existence over his chair. “What is that?!”

“Keep watching. It gets worse.” Mark had fallen silent when Jack started to watch the video.

Jack continued to let the video play. There were more instances of screen flickering and then a distinct face appeared at the top right corner. It was his face but he looked…sadistic? Insane? “I didn’t record any overlay scenes for this. How did Robin do that?”

“Jack…Listen to me. It wasn’t Robin. Those screen glitches appeared after he uploaded the video. Just, keep watching.”

Jack was more hesitant now. He felt afraid of whatever it was that had invaded the video. He forced himself to keep watching.

As the video came to the part where he had finished carving the pumpkin there was a noticeable change in his behavior. Jack watched as he slowly picked up the small knife off the table, and with a growing sense of horror, he proceeded to slit his own throat. Jack subconsciously lifted a hand to his throat in real life and checked for any sign of a cut. He thought for a moment he felt something tacky in texture but when he checked again there was nothing there. In the video he fell forward onto the pumpkin and then a few seconds later another screen glitch happened followed by insane laughing. The next thing that happened caused Jack to fall off his chair. The video froze after the laughter and a loud FZZZZZAP! sound echoed through the room as his monitors went black.

A voice similar to his own but with a touch of malice suddenly filled his head. ‘HAHAHAHA! Hello Jackaboy. I’ve come to play again.’

Jack was suddenly pulled backwards against the floor by an unseen force. “What the fuck is going on!?” He tried to sit up but was immediately shoved back down.

‘Heh, don’t try to fight back. You’re not strong enough to resist me!’ The voice cackled evilly to itself.

Jack’s vision went dark for a moment, his eyes also changed to a deep black and then back to their normal blue. As this happened he cried out in pain. It felt like something was ripping him apart from the inside. “Why…why are you doing this to me!? What are you?”

‘What am I? Why, I’m what your fans really want.’ With one last cackle from the maniacal voice Jack passed out.

His body laid limp on the floor for a few moments and then it slowly sat up. His eyes quickly snapped opened but instead of being a bright blue they had changed to a glowing green. Jack had lost this round to the entity that now controlled his body.

The sadistic cackle came again but it was no longer in his mind, now it came from his own lips. “Don’t worry Jack. You’ll have your body back soon; I just can’t promise what condition it will be in after I’m done.” His glowing green eyes flashed with excitement. “Now, it’s time for Anti to go have some fun!”        

Fic Recommendation 2?

Hey lovelies,

I have some new amazing authors and stories for you. I still don’t understand how you trust my judgment on this but anyway it only forces me to read more. I hope you like this one too.  Sorry again for my need of summaries.

Gold Skies - wondersnatch-hi-have-we-met & leonard-cohen-the-second

Carmilla military AU. Laura, a woman with a severe aversion to relationships, is less than welcoming to the new young pilot in her unit, Carmilla, who stirs up new emotions that Laura is scared yet curious to discover. Co-pilot LaFontaine dealing with the birth of their new baby with stay at home mom Perry, and lovable Danny finding herself in this insane world of fly in rescues with the love of her life.

I’ve trained myself to give up on the past - thegoldandthegunsandthegirls 

AU. Laura Hollis is feeling the pressure of day-to-day life: an exhausting job and the lack of a plan for the future would stress anyone out; on top of that, social interaction is not her strongest suit at the moment. A friendly advice convinces her to seek help from counselor Carmilla Karnstein: needless to say, therapy turns out to be the opposite of what she was expecting (and maybe, it’s exactly what she needs).

Love Me Harder

‘Holy shit, so this happening’
If someone was to ask how I expected my evening to go this would never have crossed my mind. But here I was standing awkwardly in a motel room, not alone. ‘I should have stayed home with my coco and Dr Who reruns’

After spending the night together, Laura cannot stop thinking about the mysterious brunette, and it turns out the other woman is also having the same problem.
Prostitute Carmilla Au

Painting Over

Carmilla Karnstein, world famous painter, meets Laura Hollis, a local reporter, at a gallery opening. Her life, and her art, has never been bright, but Laura starts to bring out another side of her…

Sex God - 

‘what about a ‘hey i’m sorry to bother you but i’m trying to convince my friends i’m a sex god so can you please write a fake number on this napkin for me real quick’ au’

The Reader and The Talker

Laura, who’s finally done with university and is working at a book store, finds herself in a situation where she has to throw out a customers who devours Vampire books without buying them. She would never anticipate that that customer would mean so much to her. Laura/Carmilla AU.

**Author or friend of the author of some fic here without a credit, please message me and let me know. I try my best but sometimes I’m not able to find to whom to give the credits and I really want to so don’t feel shy just message.**

*Wanna recommend some fic? feel free, my ask box is open and apparently I don’t have a life*

Fic recommendation part 1
Eidetic Memory Not Needed Chapter 1: Anxiety of Shawn Spencer, a Criminal Minds + Psych Crossover fanfic | FanFiction

Hey guys! This is an old fanfiction by the lovely @ifdragonscouldtalk! Somebody has decided to be an asshole to them about it! I’m responding by reading the whole godblessed thing. And I’m gonna comment on every chapter. And when I’m done, I’m gonna make my last comment on my old ff account, so she can go through my old garbage if she likes. 

I don’t expect many other people to go whole hog like I am, but I hope that a significant portion of you will at least reblog or like it. 

This is a good fic. I’m already invested less than one chapter in, and I’ve never seen either show. It deserves to be loved. More than one person can love something.

So please.

Help me.