#gus x reader

[wavyw]

I got a idea

Chuck x ghost!Fem reader

Headcanons

they have known each other for a long time, They may be dead but that doesn't separate them, Married or not, they spend time together singing in harmony and taking care of the children (Gus and Shade).

🎫⏤͟͟͞͞⚌ At first, after the accident, Gus took your side, openly angry at Chuck for his misdeed.

🎫⏤͟͟͞͞⚌ Gus still preferred to while away the time with you.

🎫⏤͟͟͞͞⚌ Over time, he got used to his presence.

🎫⏤͟͟͞͞⚌ Later, Shade joined you. He was more friendly and open.

🎫⏤͟͟͞͞⚌ Gus began to jealous the fact that Shade also spent time with you.

🎫⏤͟͟͞͞⚌ They fought for your attention at every opportunity.

🎫⏤͟͟͞͞⚌ Caring for each other brought you closer together.

🎫⏤͟͟͞͞⚌ Chuck taught them to play various board games.

[viking-raider]

SALT IN OUR WOUNDS - CHAPTER V

Summary-> After being found out by the Patrol, you try to act the part, to lower the suspension on Gus's presence.

Pairing-> Gus March-Phillipps/Reader

Word Count-> 3.3k

Chapters-> I II III IV

Warnings-> PG-13: AU, Language, Deception, References to WWII, Use of the word Nazi.

Inspiration-> The one and only Chaos Major, Gus March-Phillipps.

Author’s Note-> This is a work of Fiction, pulled from my imagination.

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With the officers gone, Gus helped you to your feet, gently cradling your arm in his hands to look at the steadily bruising print on your bicep. His brows creased, as anger at the officer's roughness with you filled him again and guilt for getting you into this mess consumed him. Laying a hand on his chest, you offered him a soft, reassuring smile, nodding your head slightly.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, tracing the edge of the bruise with his thumb.

"It's not your fault, Gus." You cooed, brows pinching slightly. "It's not like you walked up here and asked us to take you in, We-" You looked at Edmund, who nodded at him. "took you in because we knew it was the right thing to do."

"So, he's not a worker from another village?" Your father's skeptical tone asked, as he regarded the three of you from his chair.

Edmund sighed heavily, rubbing the side of his face. "No, Pops. He's not." He answered, having not liked lying to your father to start with, despite it being needed at the time. Now he was going to have to ask something just as difficult. "She found Gus injured on the beach the other day, and we brought him in, so Dr. Tremblay could treat his wound. I know we told you he was working for me." He explained, moving across to sit beside him. "Now, however, the Patrol, and Trottier, think that Gus is her fiancé. We need to keep that story going. At least, until he's well again and, either they leave the area, or Gus can get back to where he needs to be."

"Can you do that, Papa?" You asked, frowning down at him, concerned for his well-being in the matter, knowing it was a lot asking your father to make merry with a random man who was pretending to be your future husband.

"Well, I have no choice in the matter, do I?" Mael answered, rubbing his shaky hands over his knees. "The mission has already been set up for me by the three of you. I'm just here as support."

"I'll make it as short a mission as possible." Gus replied, giving him a serious, but respectful, expression. "One Major, to another." He added, with a knowing glint in his blue eyes.

"I'll hold you to it." Mael stated, giving him a hard look.

"I guess there's no reason to finish the project downstairs." Edmund commented, sitting at the kitchen table with you and Gus, hands cupped around a fresh mug of coffee.

"Oh, I don't know." You chimed in, setting your tea down. "I really could use some shelves down there." You smirked, giving him a teasing expression.

Edmund gave you a squinty eyed look. "Use some shelves." He parroted, tapping the rim of his cup with his index finger. "Down-stairs."

"Mmhm." You nodded, brows going up, and giggling as Edmund's eyes flickered to Gus. "What are you looking at him for?"

"Wondering if he can get his fiancé under control." Edmund quipped, finally raising the coffee to his mouth.

"Well, I always heard, 'happy wife, happy life'." Gus answered, shifting in his seat, and glancing over at you. "So, if more shelves make her happy." He shrugged his shoulders, a gentle smile on his lips.

"Just because you give her everything she wants, doesn't mean she'll be happy." Edmund replied, an almost sour edge in his voice.

"Are you trying to compare me to Willamena?" You asked, cocking an offended brow at him.

Edmund finished off his coffee and pushed his chair back. "No." He said curtly, standing and striding over to the door, jerking his coat off the hook on the wall beside it. "I'll be back later." He huffed, going out.

"Is he all right?" Gus asked, look to you.

"Edmund will be fine." You sighed, shaking your head. "He and Willa, his wife, haven't been happy together in a very long time. So, it's a sore subject for him." You explained, getting up to take your and Edmund's cups to the sink, but glanced up at the clock. "I have to go down to the shop. We don't have anything for dinner in the refrigerator and I have to see when Remi wants me to work another shift."

"Is it far?" He inquired, coming up behind you and setting his own mug in the sink.

"No." You shook your head, biting your lip as you felt his intense warmth against your back. "Maybe a two minute walk."

"Why don't I go with you?" Gus suggested, cocking his head and smiling at you.

"Do you think you can manage with your wound?" You asked, a bit apprehensive. "I don't want you to over-extend yourself."

Gus's smile brightened and he reached out to squeeze your hand. "I'll be fine, I promise." He assured you, his thumb rubbing your wrist. "I could use the fresh air and sunshine. Plus, it'll help deter any of the Patrol, instead of making them more paranoid, if I stay inside a hundred percent of the time."

"You're right." You nodded, biting your lip, having not thought of what the Patrol would think of Gus staying hidden. "I'll get my shoes and something to wrap up in." You told him, before giving his hand a gentle pressure back.

"I'll wait for you here."

He let go of your hand and moved out of the way. Your cheeks felt warm as you hurried upstairs to grab your cardigan off the back of a chair in your room, pausing to fix your hair in the mirrored back of your vanity and spritz a bit of Soir de Paris. But you stopped, feeling silly.

"Acting like this is a date." You sighed, flustered, plopping down on your chair. fishing your shoes out from under the vanity and securing the buckles. "All right, I'm ready to go." You declared, coming back downstairs, finding Gus patiently waiting for you by the door.

"As am I." He answered, tipping his head politely, while pulling open the door.

"You mind her, Major." Mael called out to Gus, leaning forward in his chair to catch his eye.

"I would think of nothing less." Gus assured him, meeting your father's eye confidently. "I am her fiancé, after all." He quipped, with a wink, then followed you out. "Do we hold hands?" He asked, looking at you, but felt his heart kick at your startled reaction. "I'm only teasing you." He said softly, biting his lip.

"I know." You squeaked, flustered, before catching sight of your sister-in-law coming out of her home across the way. "Oh, that's Willa." You mumbled to Gus, before lifting your arm and waving to her.

"Morning, Willa!" You greeted her, grinning pleasantly.

Willa stared over at you and Gus, pulling a Rose-Tip out of her engraved case and her sky-blue enamel guilloche, sterling silver lighter from the front pocket of her knitted jumper. She didn't return your pleasant acknowledgement, instead lit her cigarette in a smooth and indifferent motion, eyes never moving off the two of you. Gus frowned, cocking a brow at her as he studied her standoffish demeanor; puzzled. She was just anti-social or if she was being rude.

"What’s her issue?" He asked you, his own eyes never leaving Willa.

"She's fine." You answered, sighing at your sister-in-law, your heart yearning to have a connection with her.

You had been excited upon hearing about Edmund courting someone; finally having another woman in the house to talk to, to share in the chores and just confide things to. Things you couldn't do with your father and brother.

However, from the moment you met, Willamena Badeaux had been distant from you.

She wasn't cold, per se, but she hadn't opened up with you either. Willa had been the first female in your close and personal circle, outside of the couple of elderly church ladies that would come over during the day. They would cook meals, clean the house, wash the laundry and just make sure you, Edmund and your father were well taken care of. After your mother had run off with her lover, the assistant shop clerk of the grocery store she frequented on her shopping trips. Which several of you figured were excuses to go and meet up with him; so she could cheat on your poor father.

But, the church women never went out of their way to be motherly or be a true confidant for you. Their love and friendship was out of pity. You were the little girl of a harlot and a mentally broken man, who could barely manage a job, dropping that weight onto his teenage son. So, when Willa came into the picture, you thought you would have a sister, not only to do sisterly things with, but to also learn how to be a woman. That's obviously not how it turned out.

She only came over to the house, if Edmund urged her to. She only held a conversation with you, if you were the one to start it and spurred it to keep going, otherwise she only spoke to Edmund or sat quietly. It only got worse, when the two of them married and moved into the cottage across the street from you and your father. Willa rarely came over for family dinners, meals you were still solely cooking for the four of you. Only occasionally getting a home cooked meal from her, after she and Edmund quarreled over her not performing her wifely duties and dropping the chores of two houses on you. As if you were their maid.

Part of you was sure, Willa detached from you, because she had been under the assumption Edmund only married her to be a mother figure to you. Not because he had been, once upon a time, madly in love with her.

"Do you need anything from the shop, Willa?" You asked, pulling yourself from sinking deeper into that emotional hole. "Gus and I are popping down there now." You explained, raising a hand and motioning to him, casually.

She stared at you for a long minute, before holding up her case, the sunlight glinting off the engraved bronze and mother of pearl. Nodding that you got the hint, you turned and started towards the center of town, with Gus following beside you. The sun was warm, heating the both of you, as well as the modest homes and buildings that lined the street, all converging on the limestone fountain round-a-bout in the middle of Saint-Thurney, spraying an arch of water from the top; a rainbow sparkling in the mist.

"This is really quite a quaint town." Gus commented, glancing about, following you across the sleepy street.

"It is." You replied, smiling up at him, proud of your little adoptive home. "It's almost like we're somewhere else entirely, instead of such a bustling and chaotic world." You told him, always feeling a sense of peace while in Saint-Thurney, even with a World War being waged around you and the town being occupied.

"There's nowhere else I'd rather be." You added softly, stopping beside Remi's General Store. "This is the place!" You declared, waving your hand at the store's front windows, plastered with advertisements for goods he sold inside, several crate displays lined the bottom of one window. "You'll like Remi, he's super sweet." You smiled, reaching out for the door handle, only to have Gus beat you to it.

"Allow me." He purred, pulling it open and standing aside, for you to go in first. "Only proper for your fiancé to open it for you."

You gulped, biting the inside of your lip. "Right." You nodded, clearing your throat. "You're right."

Composing yourself, you went inside, finding Remi at the only register with one of the residents, Mrs. Moulin, the Mayor's wife. They looked up at you and smiled, before their expressions twisted into apprehensive confusion, spotting Gus coming in behind you.

"Morning, Remi. Mrs. Moulin." You greeted them cheerily, while trying to keep casual, like there was nothing out of the ordinary for Gus to be there with you.

"Good morning." Mrs. Moulin addressed you, her eyes still on Gus, as if she expected him to lash out at everyone.

"Who is this?" Remi asked, ignoring his manners, unlike her.

"This is Gus." You grinned brightly, looking back at him and your breath catching in your throat at the feeling of him taking your hand. "He's my fiancé." You declared, heart racing in your chest.

Both Remi and Mrs. Moulin looked floored at the announcement, particularly Remi, who you had worked for for several years and knew you'd never mentioned having a male suitor. Let alone a fiancé! So, selling Remi on Gus being your betrothed was going to be one of the other hurdles you faced, on top of the Patrol and Director General.

"When did this happen?" Remi snapped, dumbfounded and looking almost outraged. "You never mentioned anything!"

Gus rested his free hand on the small of your back, his eyes taking the other man in, sizing him up. "Keeping me your own little secret, Peanut?" He asked, a sparkle coming into his eyes as he looked at you, bashfully.

A zing shot through you, hearing him call by your nickname, your skin breaking out in goosebumps. "I have been." You smirked, bashfully turning your face into his bicep.

"How did the two of you meet?" Remi asked, continuing his interrogation.

"We knew each other from before she moved here." Gus answered, surprising you on how casually he came up with the fabricated detail. "I reached out to her just after I enlisted, and well, I proposed to her a year ago." He stated, smiling at you and caressing your back with his thumb. "Thankfully, she said, yes."

"Would you have gotten yourself shot sooner, if I said no?" You teased him back, getting lost in the moment.

Gus grinned at you, amused, but he felt something deeper. "Definitely." He nodded slowly, his blue eyes soft.

Mrs. Moulin gasped, crossing herself. "You were shot?"

"Yes, madam. I was." Gus replied, tipping his head politely to her. "That's the reason I'm here, and not back in Belgium; fighting." He stated, lightly touching his wound. "This lovely gem is taking care of me." He cooed, touching his thumb to your chin with a wink, making your knees a little weak.

"I thank you, sir." Mrs. Moulin said, straighten her petite body, then glanced around the group. "Fighting those damn Nazis."

Your mouth fell open, surprised to hear the ordinarily prim and proper lady, curse. "Mrs. Moulin." You mumbled, in a state of shock.

"Well, it's true!" She huffed at you, gathering up her grocery bags. "I'm sick of them being in my town, marching about, like they own it."

"I'd be careful with what you say, Mrs. Moulin." Remi warned, as she moved for the door. "You never know who you can trust." He said, eyeing Gus.

"Luckily, everyone here is trustworthy." You chimed, with confused surprise. "Have a good day, Mrs. Moulin. Say hello to the Mayor for me."

"Oh, I will, my dear." She answered, reaching out to rest her hand on your arm, looking between you and Gus. "You make a beautiful couple. You must let my brother, Zane, marry you when the time comes." She said, with a sweet smile.

Your cheeks blazed at her words. "We'll put him at the top of consideration." You promised her, offering her your own soft smile.

"Good." She nodded, patting your arm and gave Gus a cheeky wink, before scuttling out the door.

"Do I have a shift this week, Rem?" You asked, turning your attention back to your boss, who hadn't taken his judging eyes off of you.

"I haven't gone over the schedule yet this week." He answered, gruffly. "So, I'll have to let you know."

"All right." You nodded, feeling the cold coming off of him in waves. "Well, I have a bit of shopping to do for the house." You said, trying to shrug it off as Remi's reluctance to trust with the uncertainty of war, having lost both his brothers.

Gus stepped away from you, to grab a small hand basket from the stack by the door, holding it for you as you puttered around the modest aisles and freezers, grabbing a few items and placing them in the basket.

"Everything is so bare." He commented, watching you grab a box of oatmeal, only one of four on the scarce shelf.

"We're being rationed." You replied, sighing as you tucked a box of dry pasta in with the rest of your groceries. "Remi only gets a shipment of things once a week to stock the shelves. If you want something and don't get here early enough for it..." You trailed off, shrugging your shoulders dismissively.

“Suppose, being enlisted for so long, I’ve been a bit blind to the tribulations of civilians.” Gus frowned, his brow creasing heavily. “Not that I didn’t know about rationing. I just didn’t…” He shook his head, a hardness coming into his blue eyes. “Damned Nazis.” He growled, rolling his jaw.

You rested your hand on his elbow, looking up at him with a soft expression. “It is what it is, Gus.” You told him, quietly. “But it will change. We’ll beat them and everything will go back to how it should.”

“As it should.” He echoed, meeting your eye for a long moment.

What will happen after the War ends? No matter who wins. I’ll have to go back to the Army. I’ll have to leave her. Could I come back after my service? Would you want me to come back? Could I…

He shook his head hard, trying to shove the thoughts away. It was delusional to think such things, he was getting too involved and attached. He needed to keep a barrier between the two of you, to protect you against the danger he presented as an officer of the British Army.

“Well, what’s for dinner?” He asked, forcing that wall back up and peeking into the basket he carried for you.

“Um..” You cocked a brow at the basket’s contents taking stock of it and what you knew was at home. “I could make a simple stew. Wouldn’t be too much, but it would be something in our bellies.”

“I have faith in your cooking abilities.” Gus smiled, the sparkle coming back into his eyes.

“Kind of you.” You giggled shyly. “I think that's about all we need.” You said, biting your lip and glancing about the modest shop. “We can get rung up.” You smiled, heading towards Remi at the register. “How’s your Mum, Rem?” You asked, as he slowly added up everything in your basket.

Remi’s mother had suffered great shock at the loss of her two older sons, Duncan and Andre, who had enlisted and been shipped off to the thick of the war. Duncan had died in the Battle of Crete, taking shrapnel that nicked a serious artery and bled to death before anyone could do anything for him. The most tragic though, was Andre. His squad was ambushed by a German one and overtaken. It had been a hard time for many in the town, when they received the telegraph informing them of Andre officially being MIA. Every time Remi’s mother was seen, she was balling her eyes out and lamenting, prophesying that he too would die as her oldest did.

Two months later though, another telegraph arrived informing them that Andre had been found alive, but being held in a German Prisoner of War camp. His mother was relieved to hear he was alive, however she was still devastated to hear of his situation. Andre survived for a while in the camp. Two whole years, to be exact. But the fated telegraph ultimately arrived, one blustery day, and practically the entire town heard her screaming.

So, in that sense, you and Remi had developed a friendship based on an understanding of parents with mental health issues, inflicted by wars in some way.

“She’s doing all right.” Remi answered, not looking up from his task.

You blinked at him, ordinarily he would elaborate on how his mother was doing when you asked, even if nothing had changed about her. But you realized quickly where his reluctance came from, feeling Gus shift beside you.

Men. You rolled your eyes.

“Can I have Willa’s usual as well?” You asked, ignoring the thick air between Gus and Remi.

“Sure.” Remi nodded, half turning on his heels to grab the red and white, Rose Tip box and tucked it into the bag. “I’ll put this on your tab.” He said, setting it in your reach.

“Thanks.” You smiled uneasily at him, as Gus scooped the bag up and tucked it carefully against his good side. “I’ll check in with you tomorrow.” You told him, before leaving the shop and tracing your steps back home.

“What’s wrong?” Gus inquired, glancing down at you.

“Nothing.” You informed him, licking your lips and shaking your head. “Guess he’s just having a rough day.” You brushed it off.

Gus moved out of the cellar and into the cramped guest room upstairs, nothing separating the two of you now, but the wall of your closet. The two of you agreed it was much more agreeable to have him there than the cellar in the event the Patrol and the Inspector returned. They know doubt would, their suspension of Gus was all too obvious. It would also be more comfortable for him in the guestroom, giving him a softer bed, the luxury of sunlight and fresh air from the window that overlooked the back garden. As well as the beach, beyond the garden wall.

But as Gus healed and regained his strength again, he knew he had to find a way back to his men, and the war. He had to find out what happened to his men, if they were still alive. How he was to do that, was another matter altogether.

The last thing he recalled of the group was infiltrating a Nazi Intelligence Camp to rescue one of their own, Geoffrey Appleyard. They had gotten into the camp and things had gone well. He and his second hand man, Anders Lassen, moved smoothly together before nodding at each other and Gus looked back to Henry Hayes, jerking his head for the younger man to follow him. They moved swiftly through the camp, taking Nazis out left and right and making the camp practically useless for any that tried to use it again; with Freddy Alvarez setting up a plethora of explosives as a finishing touch.

Gus was proud of his men. No one had been seriously injured, beyond a handful of scratches. It had been one of their best in and out missions in the two years the unofficial, rag-tag group had been put together. That alone should have given Gus a measure of paranoia.

Missions should never go so easily.

The shot rang out and everyone in the group tensed, the jolly celebration that filled them instantly vanished as they dropped their looted goods and scrambled for their weapons, pulling out guns and bows. Gus hated being caught by surprise, especially by damned Nazis. He gritted his teeth, returning fire, while trying to assess the situation. They were a mile and a half from shore, where their boat was waiting to take them back to the safety of Allied Lines. There was a sparse covering of forest between them and their extraction point, that could give them some shelter. As much as Gus March-Phillippss hated being surprised, he hated running. But hearing Anders call out that there were too many and ammo was running low, Gus gave the signal to retreat to the boat, taking up the rear to ensure none of his men lagged behind.

It was him that lagged behind.

He felt the hot burn of lead piercing his side, faltering only momentarily, his eyes focused on the back of Lassen’s head, breath from his lungs starting to wheeze in his throat and his vision spot. Gus’s memory skipped in and out from there, like a scratched record. Spotting the boat ahead of the group and urging them forward, the heat of blood soaking into his clothing and his knees feeling like jelly. He couldn’t recall if he made it to or onto the boat with the others, then somehow fell overboard, or something more happened.

There were dark bits lurking in his mind of freezing cold enveloping him, no doubt of him in the Channel.

“Your father’s very into following the movements of the War.” Gus said one morning, sipping a cup of coffee as the two of you finished breakfast.

“He is.” You nodded.

“Does he only follow the major events or…” He trailed off, meeting your eye.

“No, he follows whatever is reported on or gossiped about in newspapers and the radio.” You replied, sensing his intent and sudden interest in your father’s hobby. “Why?” You asked, cautiously.

“I need to know what happened to my men.” Gus told you, bluntly and honestly. “I have to know if they’re still alive, dead or in prisoner of war camps. Perhaps your father has some information that could be useful to me, on that front.”

“How?” You shook your head, confused.

“I was injured during a mission.” He divulged to you, in a low voice. “It wasn’t an official or authorized mission, but there might be a possibility of it being reported on.” He cast an eye over his shoulder to the sitting room, where your father lounged in his usual spot. “Do you think he’d discuss it with me?”

You snorted at him and lifted your tea cup to your lips. “Do I think so? It’s more a matter of getting him to quit, once you get him going.” You said, taking a deep gulp of the rich, brown liquid. “But, yes.” You nodded, assuring him. “I’m sure my father would likely share any information he has on the War with you. Just wait until later in the morning. He likes to nap after breakfast, and he’ll be more receptive and energetic about the subject.”

“Excellent.” Gus smiled, patting your arm. “Would you like to go on a walk with me, to pass the time?”

“I think that would be quite agreeable.” You cooed, finishing off your tea.

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Fic-heaven's COD masterlist

Pick your drink=> Feel free to request anything

Echo 3-1 (Alex Keller)

Wooden rabbit's foot

Gaz (Kyle Garrick)

Butt stuff (unfinished)

Ghost (Simon Riley)

All for a pair of tits / part2 n.fw

Distant memory [AOT AU]

Good lucks kiss

Brown eyes (+Gus)

Jealous much? (+Price)

Last confessions

Soap (John Mactavish)

Nutella Doughnut

Friends doing friends things (messy unedited) n.fw

Price (John Price)

Duty's Price (2.)

Jealous much? (+Ghost)

Pretty lies n.fw

Reyes (Enzo Reyes)

Was it that hard to say? n.fw

Make it a twenty. n.fw

The three fools head cannons (1. 2. 3.)

Turquoise smoke.

Gus (Gustavo Rodríguez)

Steak n' lobster

Fangs [masterlist] n.fw

I will try n.fw

Brown eyes (+Ghost)

Ice cream incident.

That one Halloween party (1.)

All I want for Christmas is you.

Fruta del pecado [masterlist] n.fw

The three fools head cannons (1. 2. 3.)

König (Andreas Dobler)

Say my name (1. 2. 3.) n.fw

Nova (Nila Brown)

The three fools head cannons (1. 2. 3.)

Graves (Phillip Graves)

Duty's Price (1.)

But you belong to me.

Victor-1 (Alejandro Vargas)

Mi corazón, mi ira (coming soon)

[tohisprettyc00l]

When you get (badly) injured

Amity: PANICC. She is calling Emira so fucking fast. Once the initial panic calms down she wraps abomination goo around the wound. Once Emria shows up she majorly calms down. Once Emria is done she makes sure you're fully alright.

Luz: Screaming and crying. I'm joking but she is scared. She quickly gets wrap-around band-aids with normal fun band-aids on top. Makes sure you are healing properly. Will not tolerate you overexerting yourself. She'll help you do anything that requires you to move the part of your body that you hurt.

Willow: Tries her best to be calm. She disinfects and badges you up. Then nearly kills you with a bear hug. She is slightly more protective of you for the next week or two (I.E. any time you fall a bunch of vines sprout up stopping you from falling.)

Hunter: More shaken up than you. He has a lot of knowledge on how to bandage wounds after being in the Emperor's coven. He shakily disinfects the wound and puts wrap-around bandages on it. He keeps asking if you're okay over and over. He is overprotective of you afterward. Overall pretty okay.

Vee: Has no clue what to do. While she was in captivity she rarely got majorly hurt. She quickly fetches Luz and Camila and asks them for advice. Camila is way more helpful than Luz. (also get ready for at least one hour of cuddles.)

Raine: They are so very worried about you :(. Since they led multiple rebel groups they have informed themselves on how to properly patch up a wound. Gives you painkillers when they can. Also helps you rest with a bard spell.

Eda: "Pretends to be all cold-hearted but actually cares a lot!" She has bought potions to help heal people so she gives you one of them. After you fully healed she cuddles with you in her nest. She's in harpy mode and has her wings wrapped around you.

Emira: She can heal you herself. So she isn't really worried at all. She gives you a lot of kisses though. 10/10 would recommend as a caretaker.

Edric: He panics. Hard. He gives you healing potions like Eda. You do heal pretty quickly (especially compared to how much he panicked.) He does baby you even a week after you fully heal-

The Collector: They can just heal you with a snap of their fingers lmao.

Lilith: She is actually pretty calm. In the same vein as Raine and Hunter, she used to basically be second in command of the Emperor's coven. So she calmly patches you up. While lecturing you to be more careful.

Gus: Very sad to see you hurt. He swiftly gets one of his friends. Most likely Willow. Gives you so many hugs. 

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The Girl Next Door

Gus x Black!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluffy 🥰, trying to be funny, Making out, Mixed signals

Fandom: Psych TV show (2006)

Summary: an old childhood friend of both Shawn and Gus comes to psych for help with a mystery of her friend disappearance when she can't help but flirt with her childhood crush after seeing him again for the first time in years.

Author Notes: hello beautiful people 👋🏾 I came up with this story because I love psych and I love both Shawn and Gus's shenanigans I couldn't find any one-shots for Gus, so I decided to write my own because I want love 💕 for Gus because Shawn was low-key getting all the girls, but Gus did have Kerry Washington but whatever I seriously think I'm on writing ideas high or something because I have so many ideas I want to write but no time fr and my ADHD is working for me and against me at the same time it takes too long to finish one fic but also I used Flo milli as the face claim, but you can imagine yourself if you want I hope you guys enjoy this one shot thank for reading 😊.

1988

Shawn and Gus were outside in Shawn’s backyard, arguing over who got to play with the water blaster Shawn’s mom had bought him. Shawn had been hogging it for an hour, and their bickering was escalating into physical scuffles.

“Hey!” a voice interrupted them.

They turned to see you standing nearby in a Michael Jackson T-shirt, dark blue jeans, and a backward black baseball cap.

“Why are you guys fighting?” you asked.

“He doesn’t want to share his water blaster,” Gus pouted.

“It’s my water blaster!” Shawn retorted, getting in Gus’s face.

“Your dad told you to share!” Gus snapped back.

You stepped in, exasperated. “I have two water blasters of my own. If I bring them, can I play with you guys?”

Shawn’s face lit up. “Sure! You can play with us!”

Grinning, you promised, “Okay, I’ll be back.” You dashed off to your house, just one door down from Shawn’s, and returned minutes later with two water blasters in hand. You handed one to Gus, and the three of you launched into an intense water fight, laughing and playing for over an hour.

At one point, your baseball cap got soaked and heavy with water. You took it off, shaking your head to free your hair of excess moisture. Gus, wringing out his shirt, glanced up and noticed your twisted jet-black pigtails hidden under the cap. His eyes widened.

“You’re a girl?!” he exclaimed.

Shawn stopped shaking his head like a wet dog to stare. “Oh, great. My dad’s going to ground me for this… I just know it.”

Gus stammered, “We’re sorry! We didn’t know you were a girl. We would have played more gently.”

You frowned, furrowing your brows. “What does it matter? We had fun, and you didn’t bully me or anything.”

Shawn sighed in relief and smiled. “Good. I don’t feel like being grounded again. Do you want to come over tomorrow?”

Gus chimed in, “After school, of course.”

Beaming, you agreed. “Yeah, sure. I’ve got to get dry now. See you guys tomorrow.”

As you walked away, Shawn burst out laughing and shoved Gus’s shoulder. “You were getting destroyed by a girl!”

“I wasn’t the only one, so shut up, Shawn,” Gus shot back, tackling him to the ground as their playful bickering resumed.

Present Day

In the Psych office, Shawn was glued to the computer, while Gus caught up on pharmaceutical work he’d been neglecting. Neither noticed when you entered, glancing around the waiting room before calling out, “Hello?”

You ventured further in, eventually finding Shawn and Gus in another room. Shawn was still absorbed in his screen, while Gus alternated between paperwork and his laptop. Clearing your throat, you tried again. “Hello? You have a customer.”

Gus looked up, immediately captivated by you. Your black and brown kinky twists framed your face beautifully, and your plaid shirt and jeans gave off an effortlessly cool vibe. He quickly stood, flashing a charming smile.

“Oh, sorry, miss. We were busy with our cases.” He walked over, extending a hand. “Hi, I’m Burton. Welcome to Psych.”

You shook his hand firmly, smiling as he raised it to his lips for a polite kiss. Flustered, you managed, “Well, aren’t you the gentleman?”

Gus’s smile widened. “How can I help you today?”

"I saw you guys in the newspaper a couple of weeks ago, and I have a problem. I hope you can help me. My best friend, Lydia, has been missing for about a week. I waited 24 hours before calling the police, but I’ve been waiting for an update for four days now, and I’m worried. I was hoping you could look into it."

Gus gave you a sympathetic look. "Yes, my partner over there, and I would love to help you find your friend. Do you have any information that could help us?"

Shawn, who had been absorbed in his computer, looked up once he realized someone else was in the room. He slowly took in your presence, his eyes catching on a gold bracelet with your first name engraved and a small diamond accent. He stood up, pressed his right hand to his temple, and began his trademark psychic performance. Gus rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"I sense that your friend makes and sells jewelry. Is that correct?" Shawn’s sudden interjection startled you, considering you hadn’t thought he’d even noticed you.

"Yes," you replied, nodding in agreement. "How did you know?"

Shawn clasped his hands together dramatically and took a step closer. "I’m psychic. I see things the normal human mind cannot comprehend," he said, pressing his index finger to his temple for added flair. "She delivers her pieces to her customers, doesn’t she?"

"Yeah, she likes to personally interact with her customers. Wow, you’re amazing!" you said, smiling in amazement. Gus could already feel Shawn charming you with his antics.

"Hello, I’m Shawn Spencer," he said, stepping back. "And I’m picking up something else. Do you and your friend live together?"

"Yes, we share an apartment."

Shawn nodded thoughtfully before declaring, "My partner, Gus, and I will need to go there to pick up Lydia’s energy. Maybe I can sense what happened to her. Is that okay with you?"

You hesitated, your expression confused. "Um… who is Gus? I thought it was just you two."

Gus stepped forward, offering a polite smile. "I’m Gus, but you can also call me Burton."

Realization dawned on you. "Gus! I can’t believe it’s you… and Shawn! I should’ve known by the dramatics." Both men stared at you in confusion.

"It’s me! The only girl you let hang around you back then," you explained, reminding them of the nickname they’d come up with for you. Shawn’s face lit up as the connection clicked.

"Well, if it isn’t the girl next door! I haven’t seen you since you moved. How was high school without us cool dudes?"

You giggled. "It was good. I kinda missed you two, though. You guys always made things so much fun."

Your eyes lingered on Gus, who smiled warmly. "How have you been? We didn’t think we’d ever see you again, you being a military kid and all."

"I’ve been good. I guess Santa Barbara grew on me more than I thought. How about you? Does Henry still give you a hard time, Shawn?"

Shawn smirked. "He’s gotten worse, but it’s kinda chill now. How about your folks?"

"My parents are on a cruise enjoying their retirement. I’m happy for them," you said, smiling softly. You glanced at Gus, wondering if he remembered your dad always saying you two were like apple pie and ice cream—a perfect fit.

"Well, now that we’ve caught up, shall we continue with our investigation? Since you’re an old friend, you get a discount," Shawn offered with a grin.

"Aww, thanks, Shawn. And thank you, Gus. I’m so glad we found each other again," you said, locking eyes with Gus. A slight tingle coursed through you as he smirked at you. Damn, those eyes—still so captivating after all this time.

"You guys can follow me to my place. See you there," you said, turning to leave. As you walked out, keys in hand, neither Shawn nor Gus could help but check out your backside. Shawn broke the silence first.

"Dibs!"

"Oh, hell no, Shawn. You can’t call dibs. I saw her first while you were distracted by whatever was on your laptop," Gus countered.

Shawn shook his head. "I’m sorry to tell you, bud, but I think she may have had a crush on me back in the day. I feel it in my psychic gut."

Gus rolled his eyes. "I don’t care. All’s fair in love and war. Let’s just let the woman decide."

The two of them speed-walked out of the office to follow you.

Inside your shared duplex, Shawn hovered his hands over the furniture, claiming to connect with Lydia’s spirit, while Gus studied the wall of childhood pictures. You came out of the kitchen holding two tall glasses of water, handing one to Gus.

"My mom insisted I keep copies of these pictures. She said it’s always nice to look back, but she didn’t realize how much I hated moving around all the time. I just felt… alone most of the time," you said, smiling wistfully at the memories.

"Thank God for you guys, though. My dad wouldn’t have stayed out here as long if you two knuckleheads hadn’t made me so happy," you added, playfully nudging Gus’s shoulder.

"I didn’t know we meant that much to you back then. It was nice to have another buddy when Shawn was being a pest," Gus said, laughing. You placed your glass on the end table.

"Yeah, I get that. I loved it when it was just the two of us. You were so cautious," you teased.

Gus smirked faintly. "You liked to cause trouble, but were just better at not getting caught."

"Blame my dad for that. He never thought I’d use his tactics against him," you replied with a toothy smile and a laugh that Gus couldn’t help but admire.

"So, what have you been up to since moving?" Gus asked.

You began to share your life after Santa Barbara when Shawn interrupted, shouting, "I see Lydia with a man. They’re arguing. He seems to know her well."

"Um, yeah. I think you’re talking about her boyfriend, Aaron. He’s a little overprotective and always goes with her to deliver her stuff. But something always goes wrong, and they argue… then loudly make up later," you explained.

Gus offered his theory. "Maybe this time, she got into real trouble. Did he go with her every time?"

"As far as I know, yes. Maybe there’s something in her room," you suggested, heading down the hall to check. Shawn leaned toward Gus and whispered, "Do you like her? Because if you do, it’s gonna hurt when she picks me."

Gus scoffed. "Oh yeah, Shawn? What makes you think that?"

Shawn patted Gus’s shoulder. "She’s too nervous around me—a classic sign of a childhood crush. I’ll give her time to make her move."

Gus rolled his eyes, muttering to himself as he walked toward your room. He stopped at the door, which was ajar, and saw you sitting on the bed, tearfully holding something. Concerned, he walked in.

"Hey, are you okay? Sorry to barge in," he said.

You looked up, your tear-stained face breaking into a weak smile. "Yeah, I’m okay. It’s just… I promised Lydia’s parents I’d look out for her. I’ve been like a mom to her, but now…" Your voice trailed off as more tears fell. You showed him a necklace Lydia had made for you. "She fixed my bracelet and added this charm the last time we talked. But we… we said some awful things to each other."

Gus gently wrapped his arms around you, surprising you with his warmth. "Shawn and I will do everything we can to find Lydia. Don’t worry too much; she’ll be okay."

You pulled back slightly, meeting his eyes. His hand lifted to wipe away a stray tear from your cheek. Despite yourself, you giggled softly.

"What’s funny?" he asked, calling you by your childhood nickname.

"Lydia would flip if she knew you were here. I’ve told her all about you—you were one of the reasons I fell in love with this place," you admitted before realizing how much you’d said.

Gus’s eyes widened slightly. "Wait, did you just say I’m one of the reasons? Are you serious?"

You chuckled nervously but decided to be honest. "Yes. I had a huge crush on you as a kid. My parents even made up a song to tease me."

Gus smiled, his confidence returning. "Wow. The girl next door likes me."

You leaned in closer. "I still do," you whispered before lightly kissing him. Gus’s lips tingled from your soft touch, and he couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.

"Would you like to go out with the girl next door after we finish this case?" you asked, pulling him closer.

"I’d love to," Gus said, leaning in for another kiss. The two of you got lost in the moment until Shawn’s voice cut through the air.

"LYDIA HAS SPOKEN TO ME! I’ve sensed her last whereabouts!"

You and Gus quickly pulled apart, standing like guilty teenagers. Shawn crossed his arms. "Am I interrupting something?"

"I’m sorry, Shawn," you said quickly. "What did you find about Lydia?"

Shawn smirked knowingly at Gus before answering. "I believe she may have had a stalker client. We need to check who she last delivered to."

Determined, you grabbed your laptop. "Let’s track her deliveries."

Shawn glanced at Gus and mouthed silently, "Dibs!"

Gus rolled his eyes and mouthed back, "You can’t call dibs on women."

"I found it," you announced. "Shall we go?"

"Shotgun!" you said, grabbing your purse. Shawn and Gus followed, bantering as they left.

The End

[frickingnerd]

late night love bets

pairing: gus porter x gn!reader (+hexside squad)

summary: the hexside squad wonders when you and gus are finally going to ask each other out...

“those two are painfully oblivious…”

amity sighed softly and shook her head, watching as you leaned against gus and slept soundly, while the boy had drifted off to sleep as well.

“how much longer will it take until they finally ask each other out? they're already acting like a couple…”

luz chuckled at her girlfriend's remark, peeking in your direction, before pulling out her phone.

“who knows…”

she shrugs and snaps a picture of the two of you, before turning towards amity, hunter and willow.

“but i'd bet that it'll be… within the next two months!”

“i'm betting it'll happen within this month”

hunter corrected her, slipping luz's phone out of her hands and pulling her away from you two, to let you sleep.

“the way that gus talks about them, i'm sure he's ready to confess soon…!”

[nyasbae]

beautiful things don’t ask for attention

pairings: walter junior x fem!reader

summary:

warnings: ableism? bullying?😣 swearing..

a/n: this was requested. It’s kinda short, but I hope it’s okay lol.

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The two of you met on your first year of high school. Though you were both freshmen you were on complete opposite side of the spectrum; you were popular and well-liked amongst the crowds, while he was a disabled, stuttering loser with crutches. No one would’ve ever expected you to get together, let alone associate with one another – but you weren’t superficial like you your friends.

You had never seen him outside of school, you would sometimes see him hanging out with his friends by the bleachers or walking around the yard. From time, you would catch some jocks picking on him, and you’d say something. Every time you did, he looked surprised. Like he hadn’t expected you to stand up for him, even on the third time that you did it.

One day, you and Junior were put together for an english assignment. He invited you over to his house to study, and you agreed. You got along great, and at the same time you became acquainted with his buzzard family. There was always something going on with them.

You were working on the project together in his room, discussing different topics you could go over. It was the weekend, so you had spent most of your day at his house. It was getting late now, but you didn’t notice. One thing you realized whilst working with him is that Junior was a lot more talkative with people he felt comfortable around.

“Right? But then he tuh-turns out to be a cop!” He exclaimed, recalling to you that time he and his friends tried to get strangers to buy them liquor.

“What! Are you fucking serious?” You laughed, collapsing in his bed beside his sitting form. “H-how do you recover from that!”. He peered down at you, inspecting your every feature. For the life of him, he couldn’t understand why you hung out with him. The simple act of being seen with him in public was social suicide, and you had so much to lose–

“Walter what the fuck are you doing! Jesus Christ!” His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his mother, screaming at his father. He was used to this. In fact, so used to it that he was about to go straight back to his thoughts, but this was fairly new to you. “Shit, you think we should check on them or something?” You asked, sitting up straight with an anxious expression. Even with your eyebrows furrowed you still looked so beautiful, flawless.

“No, no it’s okay– they do this all the time,” he attempted a chuckle. Part of him wanted to laugh, part of him wanted to cry. It came out as kind of a mixture. You put your hand on his thigh, but didn’t say anything. You figured this was humiliating enough as it was.

But that was a few ago – right now you had joined him and his family find him a new pair of jeans. Junior originally didn’t want you to come; he was embarrassed to be going with his family in the first place, but you insisted. He agreed but not before warning you about their overprotective nature.

“It’s alright, Junior. I get it. My parents are protective too!” You assured him, but he sighed. “No, uh.. they’re just a little much because of… y-you know-“ he tried to explain, motioning to his body. You looked at him as he avoided eye contact. “Oh..” you said, not knowing exactly what to say.

You had taken notice to his disability, but you didn’t stop there. You also noticed the way his smile was slightly crooked, his generosity towards you, his unmatched humor and so many other things. It upset you to think about how something so external could define his entire being, and there was nothing to do about it.

You were looking at different pairs in another section, when you suddenly heard commotion. “Yo, ding-ding-ding-dingus!” Some jocks from school laughed cruelly from across the store. His parents were about to say something, but Junior stopped them shamefully. You had never felt so infuriated with another person in your entire life. You stormed up to the main guy who immediately noticed your presence. “Oh, look! It’s the freak’s little girlfriend–!”

SMACK!

Your hand collided with his cheek, so hard that he stumbled over a bit. The stinging in your hand was bearable. Whilst he was still comprehending what had just happened, your foot went straight for his balls, finally knocking him to the ground.

The people around you let out gasps, some attempting to film the incident. You still weren’t entirely contempt with the damage, but before you could do any more the guy scrambled off the ground and made a fun for it. “Ayo, this chick is fucking crazy!” He yelled, voice cracking as he ran out of the store.

You turned around to meet the judging gazes of the rest of the store. To your surprise, skyler and walter looked overjoyed, proud. It was almost a little scary, they didn’t seem at all shaken up at your scene. “Sorry,” you mumbled. “But he deserved it.”

His parents left to look for some other clothing, and you walked up to Junior. You were sort of scared to see his face after what you’d done. Would he be mad, scared of you, disappointed? “Hey,” you said.

He didn’t reply at first, observing the material on the jeans. “Why did you do that?” He asked. It was quiet, genuine and you couldn’t understand why he would ask that. “What do you mean? They were being assholes.” You stated.

“Yeah, wuh-well.. they’re r-right, you know? I am a freak.” He said. “I cub-can’t even suh-say a full sen-sentence!” It looked like he was going to cry and you couldn’t bare the sight. You put both your hands on his shoulders, looking him in the eye with a serious expression. “Junior, l need you to listen to me very carefully right now. You are not a freak.” You said it so sternly, almost like a mother scolding her child.

“I’ve seen the way you shy away from attention, the way you try to hide yourself – it just makes people notice you more!” You sighed, unsure of how to word what you were about to say.

“Beautiful things don’t ask for attention, Junior.”

[vrisrezis]

hey, can you do the hexside squad + the collector with a s/o with long hair

Low key did the time skip hexside squad without realizing whoops LOL

Luz thinks your hair is cool. Long and luxurious … or something. She wishes she could maintain longer hair but she truly cannot, it gets way too knotted and she gets so lazy about taking care of her hair properly. She commends you for maintaining your hair.

Amity never had long hair before, she’s glad she does now. She loves doing your hair in different hairstyles. She even has some hair products to help you out if your hair is annoyingly frizzy or it’s just in your face because of the wind … lol she’s always got spare hair ties.

Willow is tired of having long hair, butch queen. She loves your hair though and if you’re okay with it she likes to play with it pretty often. Does your hair in braids, but it’s pretty awful because she’s never done her hair in braids before it’s always been hunter and amity… lol..

Hunter LOVES your hair omg. Like such a fan and takes special care of his hair as well believe it or not, he’s all up on that shit hair means so much to him now. He will go on for hours about shit while playing with your hair.

Gus thinks your hair is neat! Like … witch version of rapunzel. (Is that how you spell her name?) when you hug or cuddle he puts his face in your hair a lot … lmao

The collector loves your hair a lot. Always talks about how long and pretty it is and probably mistakes you for royalty or something when you first meet just because .. long beautiful hair being associated with royalty LOL.