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❝ LONG SHOT ! ❞ ; 001

❝ PROFESSIONAL BASKETBALL PLAYER!GOJO SATORU X PHYSICAL THERAPIST!READER. ❞

SYNOPSIS: After an unexpected encounter with the infamous Gojo Satoru at a local convenience store at 3 A.M. You're given the opportunity to worm your way into his life, but not without a personal invitation from Gojo himself. One thing leads to another, and you're the first person they call when he gets a career-threatening injury, forcing both of you to spend day and night together, but without some obstacles of course: your cousin.

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PT. 1 : PT. 2

Your days start off simple. Wake up at 5 am. Shower at 5:05. Get ready at 5:30. Breakfast at 6:30am. Leave your cozy city apartment at 7:00 am –sharp– to make it to work.

“Good morning Miwa,” you greet politely, walking past her desk and she scrambles to gather her clipboard. Hot on your tail, she frantically looks over her notes. “What do you have for me today?” You ask.

“Doctor, your first consultation of the day is waiting for you in your office! And your regular patient called to let you know that those exercises you suggested are working wonders!” You nod and hum occasionally to inform her that you’re listening as you maneuver through the rest of the doctors, stopping momentarily to encourage a patient lifting weights. She speaks quickly. “And Doctor Shoko called to ask if you’ll be going to…” she pauses and you figure she’s looking at her notes again. “The basketball game,” and she's quick to add “ —the Jujutsu Sorcerers are playing tomorrow night.”

You stop abruptly outside of your office door, feeling Miwa lightly bump into your back before she mutters a swift apology. You turn around, raising a questioning eyebrow. “She called about that? Tell her I’m bus-”. Miwa’s quick to intercept. “She insists! Plus, I thought you loved the Jujutsu Sorcerers?”

You think it over.

You did like them. No. They were your absolute favorite basketball team. Besides, you could never turn down a basketball game.

“Fine. I’ll see her tomorrow night. Thank you Miwa.”

“We have just minutes to go here in the fourth quarter of the season opener at the Sorcerer Stadium. The Jujutsu Sorcerers are up by ten over the Special Grades, thanks much to the tremendous effort of the star point guard, Gojo Satoru.”

Inside the stadium is loud, as fans cheer on their favorite teams. It’s a full game tonight. A completely sold out stadium with all the people that showed up to praise their favorite players. The energy is loud, and fun. As people stand, and others sit in their seats in a stressful manner—mostly the losing team.

The two kids behind you wear matching Jujutsu Sorcerers jerseys. One boy is sporting a 01 while the other sports a 02. One for the infamous Gojo Satoru and the other for Geto Suguru. You’re happy to admit that you too are sporting a number 01 jersey.

“Gojo Satoru, one of the best point guards in the league. Living up to his reputation and title of the ‘Chosen One’, tonight.” You listen, and watch intently as the announcers speak of Gojo. As he dribbles left, dodging every player in his way, bypassing their attempts to stop him. He’s unstoppable.

“He looks inside. And he’s got nothing there.” The announcer anticipates. The crowd stands up from their seats eager to watch his next move. Their anticipation is intense as everyone in the stadium witnesses the Gojo Satoru work up close.

“He’s gonna take it himself!” The announcer exclaimed in disbelief, he himself could not believe this. “Behind the back! He puts it up, and it's good” The entire stadium puts their hands up to cheer, and scream. You see a mix of colors in the crowd, mostly a light blue in support of the Jujutsu Sorcerers.

You tune out the announcers as Gojo Satoru is celebrating his team's score. He’s sweating so much his jersey sticks to his chest and stomach. You can faintly make out the outline of his abs. His muscles flex as he lifts his shirt up to wipe the sweat off his forehead, his abs on full display. You grin at how hot he is. Anyone with eyes can see it. You swear you hear the girls cheer louder at the display of skin. Even if you were still here for the game, you were still a woman after all.

“You’re drooling.” Shoko points out beside you, and you almost reach your hand towards your mouth to check before you playfully narrow your eyes at her. “Please,” you say dismissively, “What’s the correct way to react to a court full of sweaty hot guys? Watch the game?”.

Her eyes roll dramatically before sporting a playful grin, and you bump your shoulder against hers to bring out a full smile from her. You succeed.

Shoko continues to cheer on the team. This is the most excited you’ve seen her since she found a remaining cigarette in her car after she’d just ran out. You were so distracted by the cigarette addict beside you that you almost missed the foul they gave the other team as Gojo Satoru stands on the free throw line.

“Gojo Satoru shot 95% from the freethrow line last season, but he’s been 100% tonight.” The announcers go back to bickering about the game, praising Gojo’s in-game scores. “Let’s see if he stays on his hot streak tonight, and for the rest of the season–”.

Gojo dribbles the ball, and the stadium remains silent. The tension thick in the air as they hold their breath–even you, who leans forward in anticipation. He locks his knees, and shoots straight into the basketball hoop. The ball never even touches the rim. He makes both shots. Gojo smirks cockily as he slaps Geto’s hand twice in celebration.

“-And he’s done it! It’s 12 in a row, for Gojo Satoru. Geto Suguru–number two–has 10 tonight. Quite a duo on the court. I would say.”

Shoko and you cheer on the team as they celebrate the win themselves. The kids behind you scream so loud your eardrums almost pop, but you can’t find it in yourself to mind.

The energy in the stadium tonight reminds you of why you loved going to basketball games in the first place. The excitement in the court, and in the entire stadium is something no one can miss.

The kids behind you are so excited that it spreads to you, and you jump up to celebrate with them. Their toothy smiles are so big and bright. They warm your heart. The moment is quickly ruined by the woman sitting on the other side of you, opposite Shoko.

“Look at that!” Your cousin harshly tugs your arm, pulling you down to reach her seat. “The player’s wives section. Full of snobby bitches.” Her fingers frantically shake to dramatize how much she wants you to see. “I’m looking.” You reply exasperated before rolling your eyes. “She has a custom Birkin! Do you have any idea how expensive that is?” She asks, and you reply with a muttered response “A house mortgage loan, I assume.”

Your cousin was—to put it shortly–spoiled, but you respected her views on someday marrying a rich man. The only problem with that is that she even uses the good ones.

She was a model. Not a well known one, but a model nonetheless. She was gorgeous, and everyone knew it. Even the men you dated. Most of them had gone as far to tell you. But you never let it deter your self-esteem. Men are a defective species and that has nothing to do with you. You choose to push that thought aside before it can develop into a mental breakdown in the middle of a basketball game.

The children screaming behind you interrupt it before it can. “Look, look!” The kids behind you frantically poke at you to look.

“He just made a three-pointer,” the boy lisps a little, and you swear you feel the saliva hit your face.

More than half of the game is just Gojo Satoru stealing the ball, and making countless scores.

You look up at the clock and see the time as it read ten seconds on the board.

“Gojo Satoru again with the ball!” You watch as he steals the ball and dribbles all the way across the court. Five seconds on the clock. He jumps up, and slams the ball directly into the basketball net with both hands still hanging onto the rim. “Anddd Number 1… brings the game home!” And the final buzzer rings across the court, calling the game. Zero seconds on the board.

The announcer makes one last comment, “Unbelievable performance by Gojo Satoru.”

Gojo is instantly swarmed with reporters in hopes of getting a word with him. But he’s fine with this. He loves the attention. He loves it when all eyes are on him. He thinks it’s how it should always be. A cocky man at heart.

“Tremendous game tonight Gojo Satoru.” The reporter speaks, and she’s too close for any regular reporter, and Gojo catches onto it quickly. “Thank you, thank you.” He responds in an airy flirty tone.

He scans the stands, and his eyes catch onto a woman helping two kids from their seats—they wear the number of his jersey, and Getos. His eyebrows furrow, and he tunes out the reporter subconsciously. The mysterious woman laughs at something her friend says—and his eyebrows lift up in surprise at the recognition of his friend, Shoko.

“Almost a decade with the Jujutsu Sorcerers, the only franchise you’ve ever played for…” a male reporter takes a lead on his attention as Gojo turns his head over to talk to the male reporter. He smiles into the camera, a radiant smile.

A player from the opposing team passes Gojo before patting his back, and cheers at him for the good game.

“...But you’re a free agent at the end of the season. The question everyone wants to know… will Gojo Satoru re-sign with the Jujutsu Sorcerers?” he asks as he shifts the microphone from side to side at the question, urging Gojo to answer. The reporters surrounding him, too, lean closer into him.

Gojo licks his lips before responding. His chest breathing erratically from the previous game, “I prove myself night in and night out on that court. I’m the best in the league right now. Of course they’ll sign me. I’m the best.”

He winks at the female reporter after his proud admission as her face turns bright red at the display of flirtation. She lowers the microphone to say something to him personally before his manager comes disrupting the flirty exchange and drags him away from the reporters as their distant shouts begin to fade, entering the locker room.

You’re exiting the stadium before one of your cousin’s friends invites herself into the conversations. Completely interrupting your rant about how horrible the injury a recent basketball player received.

“Girl, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” You turn around at the sound of the high-pitched voice, and see a woman dressed in all black, some large classy sunglasses, and a dark cherry red lipstick. Her aura emitted elegance, and high-class.

“Hey,” she greets you in a monotone voice before turning over to your cousin again and her excitement seems to be shot back into her system as she begins to ramble to your cousin. Your head tilts at her attitude. Disbelief is clear on your face.“It is so packed in here, it is so gross.” She comments with an undeniable hint of disgust in her voice as she clutches her mini purse closer to her.

“But anyway!” she dismisses, “Gojo Satoru… is having a birthday party Saturday night at his house, but we don’t have the tickets yet, sooooo we’re going to an after party tonight, and see if we can worm ourselves into getting some tickets.” She picks at her nails before grabbing your cousin's hands to shake them in an urging manner. She takes her glasses off to show her a pleading look.

Your cousin lifts her eyebrow in question, “Where’s the after party?”

“The Shibuya Hotel.” Your cousin thinks it over before nodding, turning over to you. “You don’t mind do you?”

You smile at her, “No, not at all. Do your thing.”

“K-K, bye!” Her long slender fingers moving back and forth in a quick and dismissive goodbye.

The bells above the door jingle to announce the presence of someone entering the convenience store. The sudden sound of them has you looking up.

After the game ended you went home and locked yourself up to finish some remaining paperwork, before checking the time and deciding to grab a snack at your favorite corner store.

You glance up at the clock in wonder. It’s currently 3 a.m, and the convenience store tucked into the sketchy corner of the city is always empty. It’s quite a walk from here to your apartment, but a welcomed one. Especially at this time. You always found yourself making late night trips to the store for a midnight snack. They were just something you found quite peaceful. A walk in the dark as you play your favorite playlist, finding a chance to lose yourself in your own head.

You were close to the owner, an old sweet man that conjured a liking to you because of how much you resembled his daughter that was currently deployed overseas.

You spare a glance at the hooded figure that steps into the store, their back turned to you, but you note how tall they are. A shiver runs down your spine as the opened door allows cold air to rush into the tight space.

You’re not sure if the shiver was a cause of the gust of wind that slithered its way inside or the new presence of the looming figure. You don't like to ponder on the possibility that it might be the latter.

You continue to browse through the mochi flavors, looking for your beloved one. It’s unusual for them to be unstocked around this time, considering how cold the weather is. And how empty this side of town finds itself to be. You sigh as you bend down to get a better look.

You feel a presence behind you, and you stiffen at their closeness. A masculine, slender hand, comes into view, as it reaches for the exact flavor of mochi you so happened to be reaching for as well. You both freeze at the sudden, and unexpected contact before both releasing a nervous laugh.

But neither of you find it in yourselves to retract your hands. You clear your throat before speaking.

“Listen…It’s been a rough night,” You start, and turn to face him, but pause mid sentence at the look of what he’s wearing. A black face mask, a black hoodie with the hood of it over his head, and some sunglasses?…At night…and indoors? Not only that, but the man in question was insanely tall. Taller than any regular man you’ve encountered. He had the height of a basketball player.

“Never mind,” You suddenly find yourself not in the mood to argue with a suspicious stranger at 3 a.m. in a sketchy part of town.

Your mother always taught you that as a woman being careful with who you piss off, especially a man that could bring you harm, was important. You wish you had the confidence to defend yourself physically, but you’d rather never have to take those chances. That was the reality of it.

“You can keep it.” You mutter before gathering your things, and speeding over to the cash register. You watch him scan your items, but you can’t shake off the feeling of two eyes burning holes in your back throughout the whole ordeal.

You pull your scarf tighter against your neck as you speed walk in the direction of your apartment. The cold of the fall and lack of sun always make your entire body quiver. You thank your past self for wearing thick layers of clothing, knowing you wouldn’t be able to handle the freezing weather.

You never could handle the cold.

Your senses heightened when you heard steps approaching behind you, quickly at that.

You clench your first in your coat jacket, readying yourself for anything. The steps get closer, and you wait until you feel their presence closely behind you before swinging around, surprising him with a amateaur punch. “Ow!” the stranger winces. “What the fuck!” He chokes out in surprise, holding his face in shock.

You bring your hands up to your mouth in a gasp. “Oh- My-God!” A frantic apology is quick to escape your lips. “Why would you do that?!” You question the stranger exasperatedly. “Don’t–sneak up on a woman like that!” Your hands move around to signal the obvious, it’s dark.

“Well, fuck!” He responds, “I was just trying to give you the mochi,” His hand extends to reveal the truth. A mochi sits in his grasp—not just any mochi—the one you abandoned back in the store for the sake of it. He chased after you to give it to you.

Your body deflates at the realization, and it makes you feel a tiny bit sorry. Not for long when you realize he's most certainly at fault. He should’ve known not to approach a girl in the dead of night.

A few feet of distance separates you both, but you can’t help but release a tiny embarrassed laugh at the comedic situation. Your contagious laugh seems to transfer to him because he releases a small huff of amusement under his breath.

You’re both standing under a streetlamp a few feet away from the convenience store, in a defense mode. The stranger in front of you still holds onto his face in an attempt to relieve the pain.

The physical therapist in you kicks in, and you step closer towards him to inspect the damage. He’s reluctant to let you approach him, tensing is evident in the way his shoulders square up. But you reassure him. “It’s okay,” you softly comfort, “I’m a physical therapist, I just want to see that it won’t bruise or anything.”

Your words seem to help because his guarded shoulders deflate a little.

“Let me see,” you murmur into the dark, reaching over to remove his hand. He watches you intently through his glasses, and you realize he’s wearing a lot to protect his face. You take the time to study his remote way of dressing. His attempt to hide himself, you reason within yourself. His hair is covered by a black hood, paired with a black beanie, a black face mask that covers his lips and nose, a light blue sweatshirt that brings some color, some gray sweats that cover the entirety of his long legs, and a black puffer jacket to help keep the cold out. He looks warm, yet cold at the same time.

You wonder why he’s deliberately trying to hide who–or what—he is.

You find out soon enough because when you peel off his hand, and later his face mask to get a better look at his cheek you blurt out the first thing that crosses your mouth.

“You’re Gojo Satoru.” It’s spoken in a whisper, he almost doesn’t hear the acknowledgement with how soft your voice travels. Your eyes are wide with surprise, and a bit of elation. It felt like a caress, he notes.

A choked gasp almost leaves your lips when you take off his sunglasses and find the most unreal set of blue eyes stare back at you.

“The one, and only.” His response doesn’t come out as confident as he planned. Instead it came off shaky, and unsure. Breathless even. He blames it on the look on your face, and the way you stare intently into his eyes, seeing straight through him. His lips crack into a smile, and the amused look in your eye caused by his cheesy line.

“You sound more confident on TV.” You retaliate. He’s quick with a witty response, “Maybe you just make me nervous.” He wets his lips with a swipe of his tongue, taking you in. You’re illuminated by the streetlamp.

You laugh at his stupid attempt to flirt with you, playfully dismissing his advances.

Bringing your focus back to his cheek you inspect it before speaking, “It won’t bruise,” He looks like he’s ready to speak up but you interrupt him by finishing your sentence, “But—you’ll still need to ice it. At least for tonight.”

Of course it wouldn’t bruise, you’ve never taken any lessons on how to properly hit—let alone land a punch. You punched him in hopes of catching him off guard before he could surprise you, giving you the chance to run for the hills, not because you knew you’d be able to take a stranger in a fight.

When your fight or flight response kicked in, you didn’t even ponder the possibility of punching a professional athlete, let alone a professional basketball player. One that played for your favorite team. Quite frankly you were starstruck, and the fangirl in you was having an entire party. The Gojo Satoru was here. Right in front of you. He was even more gorgeous up close—taller too.

The cameras did indeed do him justice, but nothing ever compares to the real thing. His bright blue eyes, and snow-white lashes were straight out of a magical fairytale. As much as you’d like to jump up and down, and then hug him, you knew you had to contain yourself. Otherwise you would scare him away. Or he would feel too uncomfortable to engage in casual conversation with a crazy fan.

But you were more of a basketball fan than solely a Gojo Satoru fan, and that fact alone was keeping you at bay. Your early childhood years of having a basketball coach father always kept you engaged in basketball in general.

After going back inside the convenience store to grab some ice from the ice machine—with Gojo trailing closely behind you—you both now sat on the edge of the sidewalk right in front of the convenience store, talking amongst one another about nothing in particular. The only source of lighting being the lit up convenience store, and the streetlamp hovering over your seater figures.

Gojo sits beside you with a hand holding the ice pack to his face, while another is used to reach into the bag of mochi to grab some more. But your mind can’t seem to ignore how close you two sit against one another, your thighs are almost touching from your close proximity.

“Thank you.” Gojo’s hushed voice cuts through the silly conversational atmosphere, and turns into a semi-serious one.

A tiny toothless smile spreads across your face, “You can thank me, by winning the championships.” Your knee knocks into his in an attempt to bring back the playful mood, and he takes it gratefully. He responds eagerly by knocking his knee against yours in response. His touch shoots a tingle up your spine.

Your smile must be contagious because the cutest lopsided smile makes an appearance on Gojo’s face, “Oh, so you’re really a die-hard fan?” He teases.

“Ever since I was a little girl.”

“How so?” He asks, his eyes never leaving your face as his hands reach into the bag of mochi to munch on.

“Well,” You think about your next words as you gesture for Gojo to move the bag of mochi closer so that you can grab a piece, “My dad was a college basketball coach—still is—and all through elementary to middle school I would often sit on the side of practices and watch them play. So I kind of developed an interest in watching the sport. I find it nostalgic—in a way. My dad and I just bond over it.”

You mention how you were looking to become a professional NBA physical therapist. It had been your dream ever since you were a little girl. And it still is. Though you’re a current sports physical therapist— the best in your field—you want more.

He’s silent as he reflects on your response. You take this as your chance to bite into your mochi, humming contently at the yummy taste. The chewy texture is satisfying against your tongue, its sweetness seeping into your mood.

“That’s cool,” he replies after a moment of silence. “I grew up watching—and playing—basketball too.” He pauses, and you patiently wait as he collects his thoughts.

“But mostly because our family has been professional basketball players for generations, and I just kind of fell into that.”

You nod your head in understanding. You wonder if he’s playing because he genuinely likes the game or because it’s expected of him to continue the tradition. The legacy.

You knew about the Gojo family being generational professional basketball players. Every single one of them have played for the Jujutsu Sorcerers, and because of them they’ve always been an outstanding basketball team. Some consider them to be reincarnations of each other, but that’s just silly internet theories.

There’s numerous articles about the Gojo family, a lot of them highlighting the way they dominate almost every industry. Their wealth, and worldwide superiority is insanely known. It went beyond just Gojo’s direct family playing professional basketball, their entire family tree is gifted with various qualities.

You can’t imagine the burden he must carry.

One thing is certain and it’s that you’re genuinely delighted in his presence. You realize he’s silent before looking over at him, and you frown at the unreadable look on his face. “What’s wrong?” You probe.

His gorgeous bright blue eyes look all over your face in an analytical kind of way, before a ghost smile grazes his features. “Nothing,” he says softly, his eyes staring softly at you, “Nothing at all.” He turns back to bite into his mochi, chewing on it before contently humming to himself.

A familiar tune, you realize, and you gasp before hitting his arm, “Is that the Digimon tune?” His eyes twinkle in surprise, and something like eagerness—before he takes off into another excited rant. Telling you about his favorite digital pet model toy he used to own as a kid, and how he still has a collection of them at home. He tells you about how he wishes to find a rare one. His descriptions are so animated, and you can’t help but stare fondly at his features.

Though you weren’t a huge digimon fan, you don’t bother telling him in fear of breaking through his elation.

How the corner of his lips turns up in excitement or how his hands are used to animatedly demonstrate what he is trying to portray. Often used to wave them around. Your favorite feature would have to be his eyes, and the way they sparkle when he talks about something he's passionate about. Even in the darkness his ice cold blue eyes find a way to look so warm.

You like the bubble you’ve both created for yourselves. Time feels unimportant, and worries feel so far away.

After his rant you fall back into a comfortable silence. The ambience around you does a good job at filling the silence. The crickets hidden in the grass sing as the wind blows, swaying the trees. The moon lightens up the world to the best of her ability. But the city is alive, it always is. New York never sleeps, even at night. It’s probably the time it’s most awake.

Gojo breaks the comfortable silence,“What are you doing Saturday night?”

You make it back at 7 a.m., (with the help of Gojo driving you home), and thank the gods that you didn’t have work today. Shoko would’ve pestered you about your late-night whereabouts.

You’re welcomed by the sight of your cousin sitting on the floor by the coffee table surrounded by numerous magazines scattered around the living room. Her concentration prompts you to raise a skeptical eyebrow.

Cautiously walking into her space to not cause a disturbance, you ask her why she has a mess in your living room.

“I’m researching.” What could she possibly be researching in a magazine?

She notices your confused silence, and heavily sighs before putting her pen down. “I’m trying to figure out how to marry a professional athlete so that I can leech off him, and live a happy–rich–life. A girl doesn’t just become the wife of a NBA franchise player by accident.” She takes a moment to apply lip gloss before continuing.

“It takes strategy, good intel, and vision.” She finishes off before grabbing the poster board sitting next to her, showing you a pin board with various different basketball players. Thankfully, a certain bright blue eyed player is absent.

Next to each of their pictures is their name, age, birthday, interests, basketball team, and other miscellaneous facts. Her entire pin-board looks like an FBI investigation wall.

“Modeling only pays so much. Especially as a model who isn’t a Super-model.” An exasperated breath leaves her lips as if she was exhausted from just explaining the obvious to you.

“I mean look at this!” She says, frantically showing you the magazine. You lean over to get a better look as you read the title.

‘PROFESSIONAL ATHLETE, NANAMI KENTO’S WIFE STARTS BRAND NEW BAKING TELEVISION SHOW.’

“These women get fragrance deals, shoe lines, clothing lines, like; Oh.My.God! Even shows!” Each admission becomes more passionate than the last. As she continues to rant to you. “I’m almost 30. I need to start thinking for myself, and my future. Like, now. I’ll find a man, and use him.”

You laugh at her crazy talk, you start putting fingers down as you list her current struggles, “You’re crashing in my guestroom.” One finger down. “Your BMW got repossessed because you stopped making payments.” Two fingers down. “You haven’t been able to hold a steady job.” Three fingers down. “And you don’t even help clean the house.” Four fingers down.

You wave them in front of her face to try and get your point across. “Look, I’m all for you finding a rich man in the future, and living off of him—that’s fine. But for now, at least help around the house when you can. I work lots of shifts at the clinic, the least you could do is help at home—”

“Especially since you don’t help me pay any bills.” She’s ready to protest, and cut you off. You make sure you get the last word in. “I don’t care because I get paid enough to cover this nice apartment in the middle of the city. Just, take some stress off my shoulders.” You smile kindly at her.

She lets out a huff of annoyance before turning back to her magazines, and ignoring you. A tired sigh escapes your lips. Her gloomy mood makes you feel pitiful, but thankfully you remember what Gojo said to you that night.

“Besides, how are you gonna get an NBA husband, if you…” You grab your phone, and tap on the screen before showing her the details for Gojo Satoru’s Saturday birthday party, “Don’t go to the gatherings?”

Her eyes grow wide with excitement, and she jumps up to hug you. “How did you do that?” She questions in disbelief, as she grabs your phone to see the tickets. “Well, I bumped into him in the street, and one thing led to another so he invited me.”

She squeals before hugging you again. “I need to figure out what I need to wear. No—I need to figure out what I need to buy to wear.” She runs to your guest room in excitement, muttering to herself as she begins to move further and further away from you. The door slammed shut as an indication that you’re now alone in the living room.

You choose to keep the details hidden of how exactly you met Gojo because of how personal they felt. It felt like something sacred that should be kept between Gojo and you. You didn’t want to let anyone inside your little bubble. As selfish as that sounded.

What happened earlier this morning felt so refreshing. You softly smile to yourself before walking to your room to rest your eyes before the party.

Your mom has always believed in destiny. That the universe worked in mysterious ways. She liked the idea that everything was meant to be. People were at a certain place, and time for a reason. Even if you lose something—whatever it may be— the first time, it’ll always come back someway, somehow.

You believe it now as she enters your old adolescent room before you, holding a box in her hands. You had decided to get ready at your parents house because of how convenient it would be, considering how Gojo’s house is closer to your parent’s house compared to yours.

“You are going to find a husband tonight.” Your mother laughs. You playfully roll your eyes at her admission. “Mom… don’t start.” You half-heartedly warn before she goes off her lovesick rant, placing the box on the table next to you.

“Honey, I married your father, and he still can’t believe his luck. I mean I understand, I am beautiful, and so is my gorgeous daughter—”

“—and niece!” Your cousin adds before going back to the mirror, touching up her eyelashes.

Your mother and you sweetly laugh before continuing, “I mean, when I first met him, it was like love at first sight.” You can’t help the frown that overtakes your features at her admission, a certain white-haired blue eyed man coming to mind.

“Anyway,” Your mother says before waving dismissively, “I have a surprise.” She smiles, before opening the box she had brought with her. You gasp as she pulls out the most gorgeous set of earrings you’ve ever laid eyes on. “Are those…?” You trail off in question.

“Your grandmother’s diamond earrings.” Your mother confirms before gazing softly at them. “She wore them the night she met your grandfather, and I wore them the night I met your father. And now I want you to wear them.” She tells you.

“They’re beautiful!” Your cousin compliments, quickly picking herself up from her seat and making her way over. “They are more than beautiful,” Your mother responds in agreement.

“I don’t think those will suit her Auntie, but they will suit me!” You glare at your cousin. Your mom smiles at your cousin before handing them to her. A look of betrayal paints your face. “Then I think you should wear them.”

Your heart drops at the admission, and before you could protest. The earrings are already on her before you could blink. “What do you think?” She asks you. Ugly. You think.

“I think I need a shot.” You mutter.

“Oh my god.” Your cousin says in amazement. “This is beautiful.”

You can’t help but silently agree with her. Gojo’s house was beyond gorgeous. The house was elegant, simplistic, yet lived in. It was decorated enough to uplift the house, rather than outshine it.

You walk through the main entrance, and see a lot of faces you’d usually see on TV, magazines, and billboard signs. Lots of Gojo’s teammates scatter among the crowd. They’re easy to spot considering their height.

The music is played to a low volume. The atmosphere emits one of class, tranquility yet fun, and livelihood. People chatter away, immersed in their own worlds, without a care in the world. You suppose that people who have the privilege to attend a Gojo gathering can afford to live without a care in the world.

As you enter the main living room, you hear a voice command the room. Perfecting timing.

“I’d like to make a special toast, for a special birthday boy.” Geto grins, lifting his drink to cheer, before grabbing Gojo by the neck and continuing with what you suspect is a birthday speech. As if on queue the people begin to gather around Geto and Gojo.

“I’m sure you’ve all heard this before,” Geto pauses before continuing, “that when some people become rich and famous they turn into pricks…” He looks back at Gojo, “But Satoru’s always been a rich and famous asshole, so it doesn’t apply to him.” He laughs before receiving a shove from Gojo as they share a hearty laugh together.

“Point is, he’s still the same guy from high school…minus the stickman legs, and high-pitched voice.” The crowd joins in on Geto’s laughter, “To my one and only best friend, happy birthday.” The crowd cheers, and a chorus of ‘Happy Birthday!' ring throughout the room. “Thank you Suguru.” You watch as Gojo and Geto prepare themselves to do a load of shots. As the music begins to pick up again, and the crowd disperses.

Your cousin taps your shoulder, and you look over at her, “I’m gonna go explore okay?”

“Oh! O–” You turn around to find her already gone, “--Kay.”

You find your way to the bar, as you sweetly greet the bartender. “Can I have a glass of champagne?”

You’re waiting patiently against the bar when you feel a tap on your shoulder, and a look of surprise crosses your features at the sight of Gojo’s beaming smile. “You made it.” He says happily, eyeing you with a dopey smile.

“Happy birthday!” You tell him, and his hand rests beside your waist against the bar, slightly caging you in. “I got you a card!” You say, reaching into your handbag for the Digimon themed birthday card, and a breathy chuckle leaves Gojo’s lips at the sight of it.

His eyes twinkle when he looks back up at you, “Aw, come on,” He says before continuing with a fake pout, “No surprise punch?”

You laugh at his lame teasing, but play along with him anyway. “Maybe next time, if you decide to run up behind me in the middle of the night, I’ll give you two.” His lips set on a teasing yet flirty smile, raising a questioning eyebrow, “Next time? With the way you look tonight, there will definitely be a next time—”

“Oh god!” A frantic voice interrupts you both, and you’re not surprised to find out the culprit is your cousin. Although you’re happy that she found you again, currently her presence is an unwelcome one. Her hand rests on your shoulder as she looks into your eyes. Your annoyance is quickly replaced with worry as it immediately overtakes your features. “There you are! I am so sorry, but I need to leave.” Your cousin says.

“What? Why? Is everything okay?” You ask, quickly scanning her for any physical injuries. “Everything is okay! It’s just that I got a call from the non-profit I was working with, and they need me to come in immediately.”

Non-profit? Working with?

“What? You don’t–”, She gives you a look that causes a realization to wash over you. She’s lying to make a good impression. With a roll of your eyes, you clear your throat to look back at Gojo but find that he is already fixated on something. Or more like someone.

Your cousin. The look on his face causes a sinking feeling to settle in your stomach. “Hey.” He says.

“Gojo, this is my cousin.” You tell him her name before continuing, “We grew up together.”

Your cousin barely glances at Gojo before realization dawns on her about who he is, and a flirty smile graces her features. “Oh, hi. Nice to meet you.” She says, before slipping back into a false indifference. Gojo’s eyes never leave her figure, but your cousin has a game to play, and it’s her favorite one. Unfortunately for Gojo, he’s playing right into it.

“One of the volunteers at the homeless shelter I help out at, just called in sick. So I need to go.” She begins to walk away, but Gojo stops her before she can. “You know, I volunteer too.”

“That’s cool," she says before turning to you and perking up again, “I have to stop by the store to buy some games for the kids, okay?” You couldn’t believe her. Her head tilted to one side while listening to him, a hidden sheen of interest coated her eyes.

You think you might have to kill yourself after this.

Gojo’s eyebrows raise once again in a curious manner, “You two…live together?”

“If by living together, you mean she free-loads, then yeah! We live together.” That earns you a gentle elbow in the stomach. “How can I get in touch with you?” He persists with an unrelenting stare.

“Oh…Gojo…It’s Gojo, right?” You feel your eyes roll involuntarily,” I’m sorry I’ve tried the whole ‘dating an athlete thing, and…it’s not my thing. But it was really nice talking to you.” She turns to you once again, and you swear you see a menacing glint in her eye. “Are you ready?”

To jump off a cliff? Absolutely.

Your cousin walks away, and anger overtakes your entire body. You turn to look at Gojo, and deflate at how his attention is solely on her, and the way she confidently walks away, catching the eyes of many men. Unaware of the attention you hinder as well.

You feel sick to your stomach. You should’ve asked the bartender for a round of shots.

Gojo’s friends watch as you walk away with interest in their eyes. “You know, the objective is not to make them leave.” Geto speaks up. Entranced by you.

But Gojo’s eyes stay focused elsewhere, before looking at Geto, “I think this worked out just great.” He trails off.

“What the hell was that back there?” You interrogate in a tight voice as soon as you shut the car door. “Oh. Come on.” The tone of her voice has you reeling back. You watch in disbelief as your cousin reapplies her lipstick through your car vanity mirror. She pops her lips before continuing, “Was he looking at me when I walked away?” Her eyes shine with a gleam of deviltry.

A scoff leaves your lips, and you look away from her. “Yes, he was.” Sadly. “You do realize, you don’t work—let alone volunteer—for a homeless shelter, right?”

“Obviously,” she counters, “But he seemed like the kind to fall for that kind of stuff. So I gave it to him, and it worked. I won’t even need to work a job anymore when I get to live in this big house.” Her hands gesture back to the direction of Gojo’s house before continuing to fix her makeup.

“You don’t even work a job now.” You emphasize with raised eyebrows, and a tilt in your head. “Besides, you rejected him.”

“Yeah,” your cousin responds in a ‘duh’ tone, “That’s probably the first time that’s ever happened since…forever. Trust me…” She trails off while fixing her hair, “I’ll be hearing from him.”

And she did.

The next morning you’re almost leaving your apartment for work when you hear a knock, and find a well dressed Gojo before your eyes. You raise a questioning eyebrow at the sight of his presence.

He eyes you for a little before clearing his throat. “Is your cousin here?” A hesitant tone overtakes his features, studying you for a reaction.

Your heart threatens to drop, but you clear your head before it can. “Yeah.” You respond somberly before continuing, “She’s in her room. I’ll go get her.” You turn around to fetch your cousin but pause mid-turn as a sudden question sweeps into your head. You turn to face him once again in clear confusion.

“How did you know I lived here?” You ask skeptically. Gojo grins confidently, a lazy smile gracing his features, “I know people.”

“That’s reassuring.” You drift away from him after curtly inviting him inside your home, and you watch as he studies your cozy apartment. Zero-ing in on the personal pictures of you you’ve hung up on your bookshelf. A faint hum comes out of him as he studies your pictures intently, memorizing them.

“Aren’t you nosy.” You quip at him teasingly. He turns to look at you with a playful expression. “Well, I find you interesting.”

“Well not interesting enough,” you say, muttering to yourself. “What was that?”

“Nothing.” You say walking away from him to get your cousin.

Everything took off from there. One dinner turned into two, then three, and then more than you could count on two hands. It’s like their love came easy for them, and you could tell by the countless tabloids covering their every move.

From Gojo’s ravenous yacht dates with your cousin, to endless shopping sprees. Everyday a new magazine feature was released to keep the public updated on their love story. But you didn’t need to read them to know how good they were to one another. You could tell by the way they’d gaze at each other, more on Gojo’s part.

She’d come home countless times, with something new to share. Whether it was a new expensive necklace Gojo had bought her, or he took her overseas on a spontaneous trip. You sat there and took it. You were helpless, and all you could do was blindly support her. Encourage their relationship.

And Gojo? He became unstoppable. It was impossible to believe how much better his life got—considering how great it already was. He was amazing on the court, and off the court (so you’ve heard). Your cousin got her wish granted. She could finally sit in the basketball wives section, sporting a new exclusive purse every game. She got the brand deals she always wanted, and a feature on a well known magazine. The paparazzi were so obsessed with them. Oftentimes photographing them on outings, whether it was an exclusive club, or a sweet night out together.

Headlines often portrayed their relationship as anything short of wonderful.

“PACKING IT IN: Gojo Satoru ushers his precious girlfriend into his Mercedes after spending an exhaustive day buying up boutique Manhattan.”

“LOOK OUT!: Gojo Satoru and girlfriend share a sweet kiss at a beach in Bora Bora.”

She got everything she ever wanted, and Gojo wasn’t an exception.

At first it felt like you were drowning. Like you couldn’t escape them, but then acceptance began to settle in.

You were aware of your brief interaction with Gojo. Though it felt like more than that, you realize maybe you’d jump the gun too fast. The way you both clicked that night, maybe you’d imagined his interest in you. Maybe you’d wish so badly for it that it twisted your reality of things. You’d wished to have swept him away the way your cousin did. It hurt to see the man you’d ever truly had a faint interest in slowly fall in love with your cousin. They were just so in love. At least, he thought he was.

But it didn’t matter anyway, it’s not like you knew the guy–beyond just a conversation that lasted hours. Vulnerability leaving you both bare to one another. Gojo wasn’t yours. And now he’ll never be.

You weren’t bitter. No. On the contrary, at first you were upset—granted—, but then you were happy for her. How could you be bitter? You had your own thing going on. It was going to take far more than this to hurt you. Besides, you could just avoid Gojo Satoru, right?

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lovelettersforthedamned · 7 months

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Pleading Through The Bathroom Door

--genre + trope: hurt/comfort, college!au, angst, slight fluff.

--pairing: college!tasm!peter parker x college!f!reader

--word count: 1.9k

--summary: after ignoring Peter's suggestion not to go out tonight, you run into a situation that makes you wish you heard him out.

--warnings: alcohol, language, throwing up, violence, creepy drunk guy, descriptions of a minor injury, reader wears makeup, angst, a little bit of fluff at the end, peter just wants to help:((.

--gif credits: @marlosrph

As you make your way back home through the brisk air of New York City in the fall, you pray to whoever was up there that Peter won’t be home when you get there. You loved him so much, but the thought of him seeing you in this ruffled state made you want to turn around and head back to the dinghy club you came from. Even though that was the last place you wanted to be, coming face-to-face with your boyfriend seemed worse.

He begged you not to go out tonight, and you ignored him. One of your friends, Mariah, was having a hard time with her now ex-boyfriend, and what kind of friend would you be if you didn’t help her take her mind off of things?

The night started well, after a few tears shed by your friend, she was ready to party. It was her night to call the shots, you were just the moral support in the background. Because it was just the two of you, she never left your sight, especially in the state she was in. Her body was moving so carelessly. With her messy dancing and a drink in her hand, the last thing on her mind was the shitty breakup she endured. You were happy for her, for letting go and enjoying herself.

As the night progressed, her body language was clearly betraying her words. She told you over and over again that she was fine, and that she swore she was okay. Just a few moments after those slurring sentences, she was pushing her way through the crowd to hunch over and empty her stomach into the nearest trash can. Making your way next to her, you bunch her hair into a ponytail and rub her back as she continues to hurl. She turns her face to look at you, tears spilling out of her eyes, “I’m so sor-sorry, (Y/N).”

“Hey babe,” slowly lifting her back up, “It’s okay, it happens to the best of us. C’mon, let’s go home.”

Her apartment was not even three blocks away, so you decided to walk there. She seemed to have sobered up quite a bit after she threw up, and the water from the corner market you stopped by helped as well. The walk home was uneventful, you two were mostly silent but picked up conversation when you were getting closer to her apartment. As you make it to the front steps, you watch her walk in and close the door behind her. A sigh of relief leaves your mouth, knowing that she made it home safe was enough to lift a slight weight off your shoulders.

That moment of peace is quickly stolen from you when you realize you have to get yourself home safe too. It’s only a few blocks away, so it should be fine. Moving your feet towards the direction of your apartment, you suddenly feel a presence behind you. Picking up the pace and turning a corner, you realize that there is someone behind you. A taller man, definitely bigger than you, makes direct eye contact with you as you look over your shoulder, an ugly grin rising to his face. Your entire body went rigid as you picked up the pace. Reaching a hand towards your purse, you pull out your phone, hoping to call Peter. What you’re met with is a black screen, it’s completely dead. Placing your phone back into your purse, you start to make unnecessary turns, hoping that the man tailing behind you was just some sick coincidence, you hoped that he was just headed home as well.

The footsteps behind you become louder, and before you can comprehend the distance between you and him, a calloused hand grabs your arm and pulls you to the ground. Stalking his way towards you, you quickly get back on your feet and walk backward as quickly as you can. “C’mon sugar,” his words slurring, “come with me back to my place…you’ll have a good time, I promise.” He’s evidently wasted, so wasted to the point where he’s swaying where he stands. He reaches out to you again, trying to grab you by the arm again to drag you to God knows where. This was all you needed for you to reach for the pepper spray Peter got you a few months ago. At the moment, it seemed silly. Your boyfriend, Spider-Man, was giving you an obnoxious-colored can of pepper spray to defend yourself. Now standing in front of a drunken idiot about to lunge at you, it didn’t seem silly anymore.

He was more than close enough for you to spray the liquid at him, and as soon as you did, he hunched over, doubling in pain as he shouted profanities towards you. You took this as your opportunity to run as fast as you could, and you did. The overwhelming fear of being handled again coursing through your veins remained as a motivation to keep moving.

You’re still a little drunk as the feeling of paranoia heightens every time you look back behind you. One more glance over your shoulder was all it took when a piece of uneven pavement caught your toe, and you came face to face with the concrete once again. There’s a burning pain on the palms of your hands, along with a pulsing feeling spreading its way from the open wound on your knee.

Trying to recollect how you got into this situation in the first place plagues your mind and keeps you occupied until you’re met with the front door of your apartment. As you make your way up the stairs, the possibility of Peter being home ignites a wave of anxiety through your bones. There’s a slight hesitation when you come face to face with your front door, you take a deep breath in before you grab your keys and unlock the door.

Peering in, there are no signs of Peter, a breath of relief and a wave of sadness overcome you. A part of you wishes he was here to help you, his mere presence was always enough to make the worries of the day leave your system.

Turning on the harsh light of the bathroom, your eyes strain at the sudden burst of cool light. You try not to make eye contact with yourself in the mirror as you reach down for the medical supplies box under the sink. After you have placed everything on the small bathroom counter, you set yourself down on the lid of the toilet. With shaky hands, you open the container and pick out some things you need to fix yourself. As you reach for the box, you notice a discoloration on your arm, roughly the same size as the man’s hand.

As if right on cue, you hear the god-awful sound of the creaky window open, followed by a soft thud of Peter hopping down to the floor. “Fuck,” you curse to yourself as you run to the door and lock it quickly.

Walking towards the kitchen, Peter can see the light in the bathroom is on, signifying that you made it home before him. “Hey baby, you’re back early,” he reaches for the handle to find that it’s locked. His brows furrowed in confusion.

You clear your throat, “Ye-yeah, Mariah wasn’t feeling too good, so we left early.” You shake your head in defeat, even after clearing your throat, your voice still shaking.

Peter’s senses picked up on your unease and he reached for the handle for the second time, twisting it this time, “You alright, (Y/N)?”

A spark of panic, he knows something’s up. You ditch patching yourself up, messily putting the supplies back into the box. There’s no grace while you put everything away, you just need to clean up as fast as possible. While reaching for the gauze, you knock over the bottle of rubbing alcohol, “Shit, no I-I’m good. I’ll be out in a second!”

After hearing more clatter, Peter starts to worry, “Bug? Open the door.”

You’re overwhelmed, understandably, after everything that happened tonight along with the pressure to come outside, you break down in tears. “Peter, I swear I’m fine,” a broken sob escaping your shaking form, “I got it.”

“Please open the door, baby,” he pleads, in the softest voice imaginable.

Finally giving in, you unlock the door and pull it open. The first thing Peter sees is the state you’re in. You’re hunched over on the floor on all fours, trying to clean up the mess you made. The makeup he watched you apply, is now smeared across your face as fat tears run down your cheeks. The second thing he notices is the bruise forming on your arm, a silent worry lost in his throat. He very slowly makes his way to you, not wanting to panic you any further, and gently lifts you from the floor, grabbing the supplies as well. Guiding you to sit on the bed, he places himself crouched in front of you, still in his suit. Not saying a word.

Your breath is labored, and your shoulders are slumped. Not daring to make eye contact with him. Taking a look at your knees first, he grabs a cloth to start cleaning the angry raw skin. What scares you the most is that Peter is not speaking. Breaking the silence, you mumble, “I’m sorry.”

Peter’s head snaps up to look at your face, still looking down at your hands, “Hey…What are you apologizing for?”

“You told me not to go out,” you take a wavering inhale, “and then I ignored you. Then this happened!” Your voice raises, and you’re getting upset with yourself.

“I don’t know what happened, and you don’t have to tell me right now, but whatever happened tonight was not your fault. I only told you not to go because it’s way too cold outside to go out, bug. And never ever am I going to play the ‘I told you so game’ with you.”

You didn’t know what else to say, or even if you were able to say anything. What you knew was that you needed to be around Peter. Before another second passes, you lunge into Peter’s arms, wrapping your own around his neck. The sheer force of your hug would have sent both of you to the ground, but Peter balanced himself before you ever touched the ground.

You both stay there for a while, eventually, Peter’s hand reaches up to rub up and down on your back, calming you into a relaxed state. “Can we go shower,” you ask, “I have that gross club smell on me.”

A relieved laugh leaves Peter, “Of course we can, smelly.”

You playfully hit his shoulder, as he lifts the both of you off the ground. As you make your way to the same bathroom you were crying in just a few minutes prior, you know that everything’s going to be alright, as long as Peter is by your side.

You fell asleep that night to the warm comforter surrounding your figure, along with Peter’s heartbeat fluttering in your ears. The thoughts surrounding tonight could wait, at least until morning.

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emithecharmer · 1 year

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Will You Marry Me

Fluff galore (it's literally Chan), eating, mentions of dieting (no one is actually on one), mc says she's pregnant (it's a joke) mc is a little dense for a second (aren't we all at times), read this to feed into your delulu thoughts 😍 ALSO! ft! Sana because she's a queen ☝️

"No way!" I exclaimed as I walked with my friend. We had decided to hangout for the day and go window shopping and then stop by the beach.

"Ooh, we should go there, they just opened up!" You said, pointing the a new sushi place that had opened.

"No! I mean- I'm not hungry! We should just keep walking." Sana said, making you eye her a bit at her suspicious behavior.

"Do they have you on another diet or something?" I asked, curling my lip at the thought.

"No! I just feel tired..Maybe we should head to the beach." She suggested.

"Mm, okay.. Can we get like, a corn dog or something though? I haven't eaten all day." You asked, making your stomach rumble at the most convenient moment.

"Uh," Sana glanced down at her phone, "yeah. There's a stand over there." She said, almost speed walking to it.

"..She must really want a corn dog." You said to yourself, walking a bit faster to catch up to her.

"The beach is always so pretty at night." You said, taking a, not-very-pretty, bite of your corn dog.

"Oh really?" Sana said, seemingly uninterested.

"Yeah, it makes me forget the fact that I was born with a dog tail and whiskers." You say, nonchalantly.

"No way, really?" She said, looking forward in the distance.

"And that I'm pregnant." You said, giggling at her response.

"Me too, bro..Wait huh?" She turned to you with wide eyes, causing you to break into a fit of laughter.

"I just wanted to see what it would take for you to respond normally." You said, throwing away your stick in the trash.

"Sorry.." She blushed softly when she realized she been out of it.

"It's no problem." You said, linking your hands together.

"Looks like there's a fair here." She said, pointing a bit ahead on the opposite side of the road.

"Ooh, we should go tomorrow!" You suggested, making her nod.

"Sana! Someone's getting proposed to!" You said, pointing to a setup of twinkling lights in the shape of 'Marry Me' on the sand.

"..Noo..." She said, giving you a exasperated look as you looked to the setup.

"Would it be weird if we watched?" You asked, mostly to yourself.

"Probably, yeah." You answered yourself.

"Ooh, what if she said no?" You asked, snorting right after, only to straighten up.

"I shouldn't laugh." You said, pursing your lips to stifle your chuckles.

"You're so weird." Sana said, linking your arms after letting go of your hand.

"Ooh, I wonder if she's going to say yes." You asked, bouncing slightly in your own excitement.

"I was hoping you could tell me." You heard from behind you. You recognized the voice as your lovely boyfriend, Chan. You didn't quite comprehend what was happening until you felt Sana leave your hold and turn you around. You went completely still as you laid eyes on Chan, who was in a suit, holding the most beautiful bouquet of lavender and baby's breath you'd ever seen, and a small black box.

"Oh my gosh.." You looked at Chan and saw him gulp before he gave a nervous smile. You noticed the boys behind him in the distance, along with a. few of your close family members.

"Oh..my..Gosh.." You said quieter, taking a step back when he took a step forward. You immediately saw your mistake when his nervous expression was overshadowed by panic.

You rushed forward and hugged him tightly, not caring if your flowers were smushed.

"Y/n.." He started, both of your eyes immediately filled with tears.

"Chris.." You gave him a watery smile and chuckling when he offered you a similar one.

"Y/n..Hi." He started again.

"I never though that I'd be in a position to be asking someone to marry me, especially someone as perfect as you. You've been my biggest supporter since we met, and you've become someone that I rely so heavily on. You're my biggest inspiration, and you've become my best friend. You met me when I was so low, and all you did was smile and I felt alive. You're my rock and my center, you graced me with your soul and compassion when I was so low, I didn't think there was a way out, but you showed me what true love feels like." You both let out a sob at the same time, giggling hopelessly like idiots as he carried on.

"You're so kind to everyone and you empathize with people, you make them feel seen and feel understood. You are my favorite person and you forever will be. Y/n, I never truly knew what love was until I laid my eyes on you. You've not only shown me what it feels like to be loved, you've made me feel accepted and appreciated. I only hope that I've made you feel the same way I feel about you." You nodded quickly, making him smile.

"Y/n, you're the only woman I can imagine spending my whole life with, and the only woman I would want to. Y/n.." He got down on one knee, but was overcome with shock when you went on your knees with him.

"Will you marry me, baby?" He whispered. You couldn't form words, all you could do was rush forward, wrapping your arms around his neck as you nodded.

"Yes.." You finally got out, pulling away.

"Yeah?" He asked, a huge smile on his face.

"Please." You said, letting out another sob.

"I love you so much, Y/n." He said, kissing your forehead as he slipped on the ring. He noticed how you didn't even look at it, you just looked into his eyes and smiled.

"I love you more, Chris."

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phantompoguefangirl · 2 months

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GREEN LIGHT-SPENCER REID

'Love compels cruelty To those who do not understand love.'

'I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.'

'In my end is my beginning.'

T.S. Eliot

A/N: Based on the episodes Green Light and Red light and basically that whole section of Season 12. Fluff and ANGST. This is also on my wattpad SerpentBeauty1710 and will be on my AO3, MayaGillespieReid

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Y/N POV:

Nothing could have prepared me for any of this.

Not for the way my soul left my body when the words "Spencer is in jail in Mexico" came out of Emily's horrified mouth.

Not for the anxiety being stuck home waiting for answers when half the team went down to get him.

Not for the relief and yet underlying tornado of emotions when the beautiful, kind and innocent boy wonder, the love of my life, my sweet Spencer...walked into the BAU in handcuffs.

The frustration when my short legs and rapidly expanding belly wouldn't let me get to him faster. The pain when he couldn't hug me back, then the love and desperation I felt him return by nuzzling his face into my neck as best he could while his bound hands caressed my bump. The soft but urgent warmth of his lips as I reached up to kiss him. The brief touch of his forehead to mine and the whispered reassurances right before Emily led him back to the elevator.

The way I broke down sobbing when the judge denied bail.

And the agony of waiting, of knowing he was so close to home and not being able to hold him or keep him safe. And on top of that, the stress of not knowing if he would get out in time, if at all...

The team did their best to support me through it and took turns helping with Diana when they could, along with the caregiver Spencer and I had hired for her. We had decided to move into a house with a mother in law suite for Diana when Spencer brought her to live with us in DC. We'd agreed Diana would do better with her own space and it ended up being a really good thing we moved. The team helped me finish settling in. Garcia was all over decorating, Emily JJ and Tara helped me organize everything, Derek and our new agent Luke handled any repairs and/or replacements that needed done and Rossi brought his delicious food regularly. Hotch had very recently gone into in witsec with Jack, but I knew he'd be here helping too if he could.

I smiled appreciatively at the thought of our friends as I struggled to roll out of bed and padded to the kitchen for breakfast. I was grabbing a croissant from the container when I felt a small pinch in my neck and everything went dark.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up in what seemed to be a trunk. I was going to kick a tail light out or or scream or something but my hands and feet were tied up and there was duct tape over my mouth. It was cold, much more so probably due to the fact that I was only in a tank top and pajama shorts.

I didn't recognize my captors' voices but I tried to listen to the youngish girl and older man when they spoke. They mostly talked in low tones so it was difficult, but I heard them whisper Diana's name and something about the caregiver which caused my heart and stomach to constrict in terror. I wanted to scream at them to tell me where my mother in law was, but I knew it would probably do no good and I still had the tape on my mouth anyway.

What felt like days(but was probably only hours) passed and the only respite I had was when the man moved me to a different trunk and removed the tape before holding the phone to my ear. I recognized the phone number on the screen.

"Spencer?" I whimpered, shifting umcomfortably as the man held on to the ropes around me.

"Y/N, are you okay?!" He cried out desperately.

"Yeah we're okay, I think," I answered softly. "But Spencer, they have Mom. I don't know where, she's not with me but-"

The man shoved the tape back over my mouth and closed the trunk. I thought I heard Diana's scared voice right before he took the phone away, which was odd. I did hear a gunshot right outside a second later though, followed by a loud explosion, before the vehicle I was in roared to life and was suddenly in motion.

I tried to mentally document all of my surroundings, while simultaneously looking around for something to cut my bindings with, in order to keep myself from panicking. However, every so often the tightening feeling would return and I felt like I couldn't breathe.

Spencer's soft voice in my mind reassured me and reminded me how amazing our team is, which helped to soothe me a little. That led me to distract myself with thoughts of my wonderful husband. Of every little thing about him that I was so in love with. Things like his ridiculously cute laugh, our shared fascination with books and learning, the way he loved so deeply with his entire heart, his gentle kindness, his relentless determination, etc. One of my favorite things was the expression on his face whenever he concentrated hard on anything or whenever he was deep in thought. The way his brow furrowed while he rested his chin on his folded hand, every so often running his thumb or knuckle across his bottom lip or sometimes against his chin. I'd never seen him do this so intensely until the day he figured out this special puzzle box I'd had made for him.

*FLASHBACK*

It took me a bit to think of a good way to tell him the news. I didn't want to just say the words or show him the test or something simple. I wanted it to be as special as he was to me. It was a conversation we'd had about Sherlock Holmes that finally gave me the idea. I created a little scavenger hunt for him, the last clue of which was a puzzle box for him to solve. He loved puzzles and riddles. The answer to open the box was a phrase that he would have to guess.

He figured out the clues to the hunt much faster than expected, but the puzzle box actually took him quite a while to figure out. He got so determined to crack it that he brought it to work, unbeknownst to me. I was shocked when I walked into the round table room(I'd stopped in the break room for some tea which we were sadly out of) and found him studying it, eyebrows furrowed very deeply, head on hand and thumb brushing against his lip while Garcia and Hotch were briefing us on a case. I tried not to stare at him, because let's be honest it was unbelievably hot when he looked like that, and silently hoped he would not crack the code till later. Of course I had no such luck. He was a genius after all.

"I'm pregnant? What? I'm not-" Spencer suddenly said out loud, causing us all to stop and look at him. He was silenced by the box unlocking as he finished turning the small knobs to the correct letters. He saw what was inside and his eyes grew to the size of bowling balls as he picked it up. His face snapped up to look at me and he jumped out of his seat at the same time. "YOU'RE PREGNANT?!"

Everyone gaped at us. I froze, having not even made it into a chair yet.

"I...um...yeah," I managed to get out after a moment.

Spencer's mouth dropped open and his eyes somehow softened while staying wide. His floppy brown curls made him look even more like a puppy as he reached for me and squeaked out the word "Really?"

My heart melted, every emotion flooding to the surface, as I stepped closer to him.

"Yeah really. We're gonna have a baby, Spence," I said softly, smiling tentatively.

A gasp escaped Spencer's lips as he pulled me into his arms and spun me around while everyone cheered. He set me down and kissed me passionately through happy tears before the team engulfed us in hugs.

"Congratulations, you two," Hotch said, revealing a rare, genuine smile.

"Tanta Felicità!" Rossi exclaimed in Italian as he kissed our cheeks.

"You guys! This is amazing!" JJ said, "You're gonna be great parents!"

Tara echoed this enthusiastically, affectionately wrapping her arms around us for a brief moment before backing up.

"Wow, I was totally kidding when I asked if you wanted little baby geniuses some day. I'm so glad I was right though. This is wonderful news!" Emily quipped, grinning.

"BABY GENIUS THERE IS GOING TO BE A BABY GENIUS OH MY GOD I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU RIGHT NOW OH MY GOD!" Penelope all but screeched as she embraced us tightly, continuing to ramble. "Auntie Penelope is gonna spoil the heck out of this little one just like I do with Henry and Michael! I hope it's a girl but as long as he or she is healthy that's all that really matters."

"Way to go, Pretty Boy. I didn't know you had it in you!" Morgan joked once Garcia was done, clapping Spencer on the shoulder as we all giggled. "But I couldn't be happier for you both."

"Thanks man," Spencer chuckled, as he looked down at the object in his hands and teared up some more.

"What is it?" Morgan asked. Nobody had seemed to notice the object before but now they all zeroed in on it.

"A onesie?" JJ asked.

"It says 'Daddy's little Genius'...Daddy... I'm gonna be a dad...," Spencer murmured, smiling in that adorable way he does when he's emotional.

A chorus of awwwws filled the room followed by them scruffing Spencer's hair or clapping him on the shoulders again. I also received more hugs and a couple kisses on the head from Morgan and Rossi.

Hotch let us celebrate for a second, and celebrated with us, before drawing our attention back to the case at hand. Of course, Penelope told us we were having a real celebration when we got back and would not take no for an answer. And that's exactly what we did.

I hadn't meant for everyone to find out like that, but it ended up being the happiest moment in my life so far.

The memory faded as the tightening intensified. It felt like a weight pressing on me, like I wasn't going to be able to relax until I knew that Diana was safe. If anything happened to her, I wasn't sure what the hell I would do. She'd been doing so much better and she'd been absolutely over the moon upon learning she was going to be a grandmother. She'd nearly screamed out joyfully when we told her the news. She'd insisted that Spencer and I take turns reading to the baby every day and when Spencer was away, she took his place, picking up wherever he left off while I rested. Diana was genuinely wonderful and I was not violent by nature but I would go absolutely feral on anyone who hurt her, even in my current condition.

I tried to keep distracting myself with thoughts of Spencer and eventually began to doze off.

SPENCER POV:

I realized who the girl was as soon as she left the visiting room with my mother. I contacted the team as soon as possible to let them know, unable to keep from panicking.

Convincing them to believe me and the wait for news was excruciating but that was nothing compared to what I felt when Emily visited to update me on everything.

As soon as she walked in the room, I could see that something was very wrong, aside from Lindsey taking my mom. I think subconsciously I already knew what it was when I first saw Lindsey, but I couldn't bear to let myself even consider it.

"We found your caregiver dead in a house just a few houses down from yours. Ballistics came back and turns out Lindsey used her father's gun. We don't know whether it was to prove a point or something else, but the reasons are unimportant." Emily began, urging me to sit. I politely refused and she continued, "The point is that you were right, Reid. You were right and I didn't believe you. I'm so sorry."

"She's a daddy's girl. She can't help but use his gun," I mused out loud, going over the memories of her case in my mind.

"Good. That's good. That helps," Emily said, but there was something about her voice that alerted me.

I sat there across the table, shaking at this point, but I made myself look at her. "There's something else you're not telling me, isn't there?"

Emily looked down, hesitating for a second before answering.

"It's Y/N," she finally said, holding back tears,"Lindsey took her too."

My heart stopped. I heard Emily shout my name but couldn't focus on her at all. I couldn't think. I couldn't even pull oxygen into my lungs.

This was not happening.

This could not be happening.

Not my wife... not our baby...

I felt a hand on my arm. I shoved it off of me.

"You have to find them, Emily. Promise me you'll find my mom and Y/N." I begged, desperately.

"I promise you, Reid. We will find them," Emily assured me. "Right now you just have to find a way to isolate yourself."

I stormed toward the door and had the guard take me back to my cell.

I ended up having to make it look like Shaw stabbed me with a shiv to get put in solitary confinement. I couldn't handle anything else happening and I had to least try and stay safe on the off chance I got to get out and search for my wife and mom. Not that I had any hope that I would get out at this point in time, but I trusted my team with everything and I knew they would not rest till they found my family.

Sometime later, I found myself being brought out of isolation without any warning and I was terrified that Shaw had conjured up his own way to get to me. The guard left me in a room alone and I tried to remain calm, bracing myself for what was to come.

I was not prepared for my best friend to walk through the door.

"We're taking you home," JJ choked out as her eyes watered.

I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding as I pulled her into a tight hug. After a minute, she led me out the door and took me back to the BAU.

The sense of ease at seeing my work family again, especially the radiant embodiment of sunshine that was Penelope Garcia, was brief. It was soon overshadowed by unbridled rage when we discovered that Cat Adams was the true mastermind behind all of this.

She had Lindsey frame me for murder.

She had me put in prison.

She risked my sobriety by drugging me.

She had Lindsey kidnap my family.

Now, she was demanding to speak to me by using them as leverage.

Of course she wanted to play a game just like we did before when I arrested her, using my watch as the timer. She was angry that I'd outsmarted her so she wanted to break me. I was not about to let her have even a sliver of satisfaction.

She almost succeeded, however, when she revealed she was pregnant with my child.

Almost.

Apparently she'd told Lindsey to pretend to be Y/N after she dosed me with drugs so she could collect a sample from me down in Mexico. I knew it should not be possible, but I had been drugged and my memories of that day were still very hazy so I couldn't be sure.

"That's right, Y/N's not the only one carrying a baby protegé," Cat said in almost a sing song voice as I rushed out of the room. "I was thinking, if it's a boy, Spencie Junior. Or if it's a girl, Y/N. You know, since she played a part in her own conception."

JJ was waiting outside with Cat's file, hesitantly holding it up. I barely heard the words she said as I read it, then threw it against the wall once I saw the confirmation of pregnancy.

"Sorry," I said gently, upon noticing I had scared JJ. I ran my fingers through my hair. "I just...just need a minute."

JJ just nodded in understanding.

Some time later, the team discovered that Cat was lying about the child being mine and we eventually got her to call her cohort for proof of life.

My heart swelled when I heard the love of my life's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Yeah we're okay, I think," she answered softly. Dread filled me at her next words. "But Spencer they have Mom. I don't know where, she's not with me but-

She'd conferenced in the call for my mom too and their voices made me hopeful for a second before both calls were cut off with explosions.

I forced the metal table out of my way before shoving Cat against the wall by her throat.

"I'm gonna kill you," I hissed, enraged once more. "I'm gonna kill you."

I kept repeating that until JJ pried me off of Cat, reminding me over and over that she was pregnant.

I stormed out again with JJ hot on my heels. I didn't have time to break down before the team told us that there was a call in about an amber alert Emily put out for Lindsey. Two vehicles at the scene were blown up but the only victim inside was male.

I felt bad for the man who was killed, but this meant there was hope again.

JJ and I talked some things through and pieced together what Cat really wanted me to say. While I told Cat what she wanted to hear, the team discovered the prison guard who had actually been the one to impregnate Cat and found two properties he owned.

I won the game by telling Cat that I could have done several different things to get out of the situation with Shaw and his men but I chose the one that would cause the most pain. In the process, Lindsey overheard us on Emily's tablet which had been connected to the visiting room cameras, realizing Cat betrayed her and therefore giving up.

As I was heading out, Cat piped up again. "How are you going to be a father now that you've proven you enjoyed hurting those men in prison? I mean, because once you've crossed that line, you can never go back."

In a split second I was on my knees in front of her, yanking my watch off of her wrist.

"Watch me," I retorted before walking out.

The team found my mom first and they let me see her briefly, then they took her to the hospital to make sure she was okay. We went to a secondary location we'd discovered which was where they were holding Y/N. I wasn't technically supposed to go because I was not reinstated yet but I couldn't think clearly enough to obey that rule when my girl and my unborn child were in danger.

Luckily, JJ was a parent and knew me too well so she had my back. Rossi also understood and had a helicopter standing by. We managed to make it there in time for the team to breech the house and I rushed in along side them without thinking.

That's when my whole life changed.

Y/N P.O.V.

My captors brought me to a house and left me in a room on the floor. I was alone for awhile and attempted to move to relieve the tight cramping sensation, which had gotten so much worse. I tried to conceal my pain from the man who was walking around the house setting stuff up and attaching rectangle shaped objects to the walls.

I was horrified when I saw that they were C4 charges. The resulting panic ran concurrent with another very intense tightening sensation, followed by what felt like a toilet flushing inside me and then a few minutes later, warm liquid spilled out between my legs.

All at once, the realization hit. The pains I'd been feeling all day were contractions and the liquid was my water breaking.

I was in labor. I had been kidnapped, was about to be blown up and I was in fucking labor.

I wasn't even due for another few weeks so this shouldn't be happening yet. I mean, I knew from the books Spencer and I read that babies rarely came on their actual due dates, but I was still incredibly frightened.

I wept quietly. Three or four more excruciating contractions ripped through me much more quickly before I was distracted by the doors being busted open.

I almost didn't even notice Tara knocking out the unsub or the others disarming the bombs because all I could focus on was the beautiful face of my sweet Spencer as he rushed over to me.

He hijacked Luke's pocket knife from his belt, swiftly slicing through the ropes before wrapping his arms around me.

"Spence," I sobbed hysterically into his shoulder.

"I'm here, love. It's okay," he murmured into my hair, kissing the side of my head.

"How are you here?" I asked, almost unable to conceive that he was really in front of me.

"I'll explain later. Right now we have to get you out of here," He answered, reaching to help me up.

"Wait, is Mom-" I started to say, but he was way ahead of me.

"Mom is fine, Emily and Luke got her back." he responded, relief in his voice.

"Oh, thank God. I-oh!" I grimaced, grabbing my belly.

"What's wrong?" Spencer asked, his face instantly distressed.

"The baby is coming," I managed to say through gritted teeth. "Like, right now."

"What?!"He nearly shouted. He located and motioned to the paramedics that had followed him in. "She's in labor. We need to get her to the hospital immediately!"

The EMTs rushed over to us.

"Ma'am how far apart are your contractions?" one of the paramedics asked as he opened his bag, applied a blood pressure cuff to my arm and took my vitals. Another EMT started setting up a stretcher for me.

I gripped my husband's bicep for dear life as I felt another contraction after a little bit. He winced in pain but he supported me through it.

"I don't know, but close enough to know we ain't making it to the hospital," I groaned, leaning against him once it passed.

"Damn it, you're right. That last one was 2 minutes and 48 seconds from the one you had when I got here. How are you in active labor so quickly? The books said the first child usually takes the longest and it could be hours if not days before the baby is born," Spencer rambled anxiously.

"Um, pretty sure I've been having contractions since they took us," I told him,"How long has it been since then?"

He gaped at me,"It's about 1:30am. It's been approximately 17 hours. God, I'm so sorry, Y/N. This is not how this was supposed to happen. It's 3 weeks early and you're under too much stress-"

"It's okay, Spence. We're okay," I reassured him, grabbing my belly as another pain shot through me. "Oohh nope we're not!"

Spencer looked so freaked out which was sort of scaring me.

The EMT seemed to notice and stopped what he was doing,"Hey, it's going to be okay, guys. Her vitals and everything look good and babies are delivered a few weeks premature all the time and are in perfect health. We'll take good care of you all, I promise."

It seemed to work. Spencer relaxed a little bit and switched into doctor mode, holding my hands.

"You're alright, just remember the birthing classes. Breathe with me like this, okay?" He instructed in a gentle voice, demonstrating what the lamaze teacher taught us. I did what he said as best as I could.

The team, who was still standing there awkwardly, left when Spencer and the paramedic started to remove my short bottoms and slid a large pad thing underneath me. JJ said they would meet us at the hospital since they needed to check on Diana anyway. At some point in the process Spencer slipped behind me, sitting with his legs on either side of me and his arms under mine, probably without thinking about it. We sat like this a lot in the classes and also at home because he'd read that sitting like this while carefully lifting my belly provided some much needed relief from it weighing down on me.

"Looks like you're fully dialated. It's time for you to push," the paramedic said, after he checked me. "Uh, what are you doing?"

"I need," I grunted, shifting back against Spencer, who as quick to assist,"I need to be up..."

"What?" the medic asked, confused.

"Statistically, it's much more beneficial and effective to give birth in an upright position such as squatting or kneeling on all fours," Spencer prattled off facts as he lifted me so I was sitting up against his chest. He kept his arms underneath mine and entwined our fingers so I could squeeze his hands whenever I needed to."In fact, up until the 1700's, women were even known to give birth standing up. It allows the pelvic bones to open up for the child to pass through more easily and gravity helps the process move faster."

The medic gave him the look everyone gives him when he spouts facts and I supressed a giggle.

"Are you a doctor?" he asked my husband, incredulously.

"I have 3 phD's so technically yes-oh owww,"Spencer's sentence was interrupted by me squeezing the life out of his hands as another one hit.

The medic gave him a 'wow' look and then focused on me again,"Okay, anyway I'm gonna have you push through this contraction. Are you ready?"

I nodded and inhaled deeply, pushing on his cue. He counted down and told me to stop. I exhaled harshly and rested for a second before I was told to do it again. We repeated this a few times, Spencer lovingly encouraging me through it. The medic also reassured me that I was doing great, even though I was exhausted and didn't feel like I was doing well.

Sooner than expected, a tiny wail filled the room, changing everything and stirring an indescribable feeling inside me.

"It's a girl!" The paramedic announced, cleaning her, wrapping her in the blue towel things they use and placing her in my arms.

"Oh my gosh" I gasped as I stroked her small head, in hysterical tears at this point. "Hello my little love...oh Spence, look at her..."

Spencer, gaping at her in awe, managed to speak, "H-hi princess, I'm your dad...wow you're so beautiful...you look just like your mommy."

He wasn't wrong. She had his round, hazel eyes, but most of her facial features and her hair color were the same as mine. I smiled warmly down at her through my tears.

I was going to throw back a smart remark but it was forgotten as more tightening and the need to push again overtook me. "Something else is coming out what the-?"

"It's probably the placenta needing to be delivered," Spencer said, without taking his eyes off of our daughter.

"I don't think so," The medic said, reaching his hands out as I instinctively pushed some more.

Just when I thought I could not exert myself anymore, whatever it was came out and the medic grinned, holding it up. "Does that look like a placenta to you, Doctor?"

Our eyes just about popped out of our heads at the sight of the tiny wriggling form.

Another baby??!!

"I-No but- that's impossible," Spencer stuttered, in shock. I mirrored his expression completely.

"You didn't know?" The medic looked confused as he grabbed another towel thing.

"No, the ultrasounds only showed one baby," I said, in disbelief.

"This is a surprise then!" the medic chuckled. "Well congratulations Mom and Dad, it's a boy!"

He placed the baby in my other arm and reminded Spencer, who was still completely astounded, to cut the umbilical cords.

"We have twins?" Spencer whispered increduously, staring at the two small bundles wiggling against my chest.

"We have twins," I repeated, gazing back and forth between my babies and my husband, dumbfounded, "I can't believe it."

The second baby looked exactly like his father. The same brown curls, the same nose, lips, eyes, everything. He was perfect. Both our children were. I'd never felt so much love and joy in my life and I could tell Spencer hadn't either.

"Hi, sweet boy, we were not expecting you, but we are so happy that you're here," I cooed at my son.

"Yes we are. We love you so much, little buddy," Spencer agreed, resting his head on my shoulder as he brushed the boy's cheek lightly with his thumb.

I turned my head to face him and he pressed his lips to mine, murmuring. "I love you and I'm so proud of you."

"I love you too," I murmured back, feeling the warm wetness on my cheeks return as I pressed my forehead to his.

"Congratulations, again. They're adorable," The medic said, warmly as he cleaned everything up.

"Thank you," We answered simultaneously, smiling widely.

When the EMT was done, Spencer moved out from behind me and took the babies so the medics could lift me onto the stretcher. They put a warm blanket over me and then Spencer handed me one of the babies, still wanting to hold one.

Once we got to the hospital, Spencer went with the nurses who took the babies to get checked out. I was taken by other nurses who set me up in a room and made sure I was okay. While he was gone I asked one of my nurses to bring Diana and our friends up to my room.

Diana was a little confused for a minute when she saw me, but luckily her son walked in with a rolling bassinet at just the right moment, parking it next to my bed.

"Spencer's here," I told her softly.

She looked up at him and after a second she rushed into his arms and he embraced her happily, crying.

"Hi, Mom," he murmured.

She pulled back and took his face into her hands. "Don't you ever leave me again."

"I won't," He told her, pulling her back in for a hug. "I love you."

She said it back and after a bit, he was the one to pull back.

"Mom, I have a surprise for you. For all of you, actually," He said, looking at our friends. He smiled as he handed me one baby and then picked up the other and turned to face the group.

Everyone gasped or looked at us wide eyed.

There was a chorus of attempted quiet reactions from the team while Diana moed closer to us, some recognition beginning to spark in her eyes. I could see Garcia using every ounce of her strength not to freak out and accidentally scare her.

"Am I a grandma?" She asked, tentativel.

"Yeah, you are," Spencer answered, warmly.

Diana looked back and forth between us, confused. "But I thought there was only one?"

Spencer chuckled, gesturing to the blue bundle in his arms. "Yeah, we thought so too, until this little guy showed up unannounced."

"He's shocking people just like his father already," She grinned, earning a light laugh from all of us. "Well, do they have names yet?"

"Well, we have a girl name since we knew we were having a daughter, but we are still trying to figure out a boy name since he was a surprise," I answered.

"What's the girl's name?" she asked, sitting on the bed next to me. Spencer sat on my other side.

"Say hello to Amelia Diana Reid," We told her happily as I shifted the pink blanket away from our daughter's face so she could see better.

She gasped again and looked back and forth between Spencer and I in shock once more before smiling and gently hugging us. Awwww's filled the room at the scene.

"The middle name obviously needs no explanation, but the meaning behind the first name is something we want to share. Neither of us had good fathers and I don't have a good mother. So Amelia is the closest thing we could think of as a kind of combination of Aaron and Emily, our work mom and dad,"I explained, smiling adoringly at Emily.

She came over and embraced us carefully. "Thank you. I wish Hotch were here. I think you two are the only ones beside Jack that can get him to smile, and this would definitely turn that stoic frown upside down."

We giggled and so did several of our team members.

I helped Diana hold Amelia for a little bit, and then our son in turn until she started to be less lucid and wanted to rest. Emily had arranged for her to sleep and be cared for in a room close by ours so she could be near us. JJ took her to that room with a nurse and the others left our room for a little while so I could feed the twins. We were burping and changing them when everyone came back.

As soon as she was able to, Penelope pretty much exploded, accidentally interrupting Spencer as he was trying to tell me something. "Oh my gosh TWINS? Two baby geniuses for the price of one! This is the best news ever and I am going to buy tons of stuff for baby boy since you're gonna need double the baby supplies and you only have girl stuff right now and I am going to love them and hug them and be there for them and teach them lots of cool things and-"

"Garcia, breathe," Rossi said, patting her on the back as we all giggled. He turned to us, "Congratulations, both of you."

"Oh they're so precious, guys!"JJ cooed, coming over for a closer look. She was very careful as she hugged us,"You know, anything you need, I'm here for you. Okay?"

"Yeah same, we got you," Luke agreed.

"Well done, Dr. and Mrs, Reid," Tara said in admiration.

"Thanks everyone," we responded happily.

"You did good, mama. The babies are beautiful," Morgan said, leaning down and kissing me on the head as he touched Amelia's hand with his pinky finger. He smiled over at Spencer, "You too, kid. Gideon would be proud of you, you know."

The look on Spencer's face brought me to tears. I'd only been on the team a short time before Gideon left, but I did get to briefly experience the kind, caring, brilliant man he was, who loved Spencer like his own son and knew him better than he knew himself. He even knew the second Spencer and I met that we were falling for each other because he would pair us up a lot and whenever we were together or he caught us looking at one another, he got a look on his face like he was seeing something we were not. He later told Spencer this in his letter and told him to hold on to me and to not let the job get in the way of us. He said to find solace in each other and remind each other of the good things in the world when we were bogged down by all the bad things we saw at work.

This was what finally gave Spencer the courage to ask me out and thank God for that because I was going out of my mind over him by that point and I was so close to just giving up entirely.

Suffice it to say, that man meant the whole world to Spencer and by extention, to me as well. His loss had been beyond devastating for us and I had since been looking for a way to honor his memory....

I looked at my husband, "Hey love, what were you saying before Garcia's outburst?"

"Hmm?" He mumbled, having been pulled out of whatever thought process he was in, "Oh, I was saying I have an idea for our son's name..."

"Oh? What is it?" I asked, curiously.

"I noticed that the medic who delivered the twins had a nametag that said Elliot and I really liked it because it makes me think of the author T.S. Eliot, but also because it reminds me of my friend Elle who used to work with us and who I miss very much. So I was thinking we could name him Elliot, if you're okay with it, of course," He whispered, rambling a bit excitedly.

I knew who Elle was. He and some of the others had talked about her a lot and she seemed like a good person who had just been through a lot. She was like an older sister to Spencer and the name was really cute and meaningful so I was sold.

"I love it...and I have a suggestion for his middle name," I told him, eagerly.

"What?" he asked.

"Gideon," I whispered back, tentatively.

He stared at me for a second with his huge puppy eyes, looking like he was about to cry. He nodded fervently, his eyes moving to his tiny carbon copy sleeping in his arms. He'd barely taken his eyes off the twins since they'd been born and watching him become so enamored by them made me fall even more in love with him.

"Hey guys, we came up with a name for our son," He said out loud, grabbing everyone's attention as he lifted one of the baby's hands, waving it. "I'd like you all to meet Elliot Gideon Reid."

Tara and Luke only partially connected the dots, since they only knew stories of Gideon and Morgan had just mentioned him.

The rest of the team, however, got both names immediately and there was not a dry eye amongst them. More hugs happened and then everyone took their turns holding the twins and talking with us for awhile until they saw us having trouble staying awake. They handed the babies back and quietly made their way out, one by one.

We put the twins in their bassinet and Spencer curled up next to me while we stared at them.

"Welcome to the world, Amelia and Elliot," we whispered. "We love you."

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EPILOGUE(Spencer POV):

I was reinstated to the FBI, after some substantial time off to be with my wife and new babies, with mandatory sabbaticals every so often. I did my best to balance work and home, actually electing to stay behind with Garcia sometimes so I could be close to home. A few years later, we had another set of twins, this time both showing up on the sonograms. They were a boy and girl again, and we named them Lilliana Jennifer Reid and Theodore Morgan Reid(Lilly and Theo for short).

Then, another year and a half later, we got pregnant with our last child, a complete surprise since we were told we could not have any more. We named her Davina Penelope Reid, Davina being the closest female name to David(for Rossi).

After that, we were done and our family was complete. Of course, the team adored them and spoiled them rotten. We also realized not long after Amelia and Elliot were born that my mom would be much better cared for in a facility, which was very difficult for me to come to terms with. Fortunately, we found an amazing facility nearby. She's actually thriving there and she loves her grandbabies so much. We bring them to visit her or bring her home sometimes. She often reads to them or teaches them about literature and history the way she taught me.

Life is good. And I am thankful for every day with my gorgeous wife, my five wonderful children, my awesome friends and of course, my mother.

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Warning for abuse mentions and death.

Let's start with the basics. Toby is a deranged boy with lots of mental health issues, ranging from Tourette's Syndrome to simple psychosis. This causes lots of tragic incidents to occur throughout his life.

In the earlier years of his life, it was pretty good. He acquired a stuffed cow and named it 'Mr Cowbells' why? Because he was literally 7.

His family was good to him throughout those years but as he started getting older they started to lack financial support and began to grow poor.

They moved from a decent house to a smaller, older one just to keep themselves safe and well fed. Though as Years went on the family's relationships declined at the speed of light.

Members of the family went by the names of.

Connie Rogers- Mother

Jacob Rogers- Father

Lyra Rogers- Sister

Tobias Rogers- Brother

Connie is more of a passive aggressive type of person. She would let people walk all over her but when it came to certain people, she would be in authority, being the bigger person. She didn't like crowds or was much of a social butterfly.

She stayed at home 24/7 and did house work, being a stay at home mom.

Both of her kids were at grade school while she made sure the house was clean and dinner was made when her husband came home. She was 36 and had fair but more pale side colored skin. Her hair was cut short into a bob and was colored dark brown, almost looking black. Same goes for her eyes.

She constantly had bags under her eyes and blemishes like moles and freckles covered her face.

Lyra Was the daughter. She was more of the 'goofy' type. Always planning things to keep herself and her brother entertained. Growing up poor meant a rather boring childhood so she made sure to make the best of it for herself and her little brother. She had pale skin but kept it healthy by trying to go outside more but it never worked. Her hair was almost always put up (being braids, pony tails, buns,) and was a light blonde. Her eyes were a dark chocolate brown like her mother's. She was currently 21 when the accident occurred. Leaving her brother alone.

Jacob Was the father. He spent most of his time at work trying to provide for the family until money became a problem. He started drinking and gambling for money, becoming more aggressive by day.

Eventually the family feared him, and he became physically ab*sive to the three.

It was mostly Toby who he treated like garbage. The kids would usually always stick up for their mom though, the main one being Toby.

The man was 40 at the time, going months without shaving and barely put any effort into his hygiene. This got him fired a year later, him now diving deeper into the addictions to rid him of his struggles but only add into the ab*se the rest of the family was enduring.

He had hazel eyes and shared the same hair color as his daughter, a light blondish color. It was more buzzed up along the sides and longer and spiky at the top.(who told him that was a good haircut.)

However, the son, Toby, was an oddball, obviously. Being sadly cursed with multiple disorders that limited him from doing lots of things.

One of those things being public school.

Bullying was a huge issue and he could almost never escape it, even when home.

They took him out of the school system when he was just 15 and started 'homeschooling' him.

When i say 'homeschooling' i mean very poorly teaching him from a book, and it would mainly be Lyra doing it. (who was also still in public school,) so she wasn't home most of the time.

The brunette's mental state started declining fast. With hallucinations and the constant physical and mental ab*se, his mind wasn't going in good places.

With much stress came with many de-stressors. He started to brutally chew on his hands and tongue, whatever he could.

He chewed the absolute hell out of jacket/hoodie strings to the point where they were shredded or straight up being digested.

His mom caught onto these problems and started taking the strings from his jackets and bandaging his hands tight.

They'd grow raw and itchy under the bandages. He was leaving horrible scars on them and would not let his nails grow past the point where the white part of the nail actually shows.

His sister was really the only one there for him. His mom was too but she had housework or was asleep, too exhausted from cleaning or fighting with her husband.

He always didn't want to bother her either so he always went to the blonde girl if he ever needed any help or just plain company.

They had a fantastic relationship, and were as close as any sibling would be.

When she was getting older she was beginning to drive. Therefore taking him places like the mall, to fast food places. She'd steal their dad's money when he passed out and would blow it on very useless things like.

A 20lb bag of jellybeans. Yes, jellybeans.

They were total crackheads together but of course this wasn't the case all of the time.

With Toby suffering from bad tics and schizophrenia he had to take medication for it, and would usually refuse because he thought it made it worse..

So Lyra was more like an older sibling and a mom. He started eating less and vomiting the older he got. The hallucinations got horrible.

He'd see weird shit like giant bugs on the walls, sharks, other fish in the air or bathtub/sink when he does the dishes, he'd hear things like giggling, screaming, whispers, ect.

Only when he hit age 17 was when he started hearing actual sentences in his mind that sounded like his own voice just more demented.

A creature started appearing in his dreams, waking him up, giving him bad insomnia.

The ab*se didn't stop either.

He grew more aggressive, growing up in the same type of household, raises you to be the same type of person.

He started to fight his dad a lot, usually not ending well.

Either he'd get glass thrown at him, or he'd get beaten up/kicked out in front of the family.

He'd spend nights sleeping in the car with his sister because of how loud the yelling got.

Eventually something horrible had to happen right. So remember that creature he saw in his dreams? He started seeing it in real life too, standing in the street, at his window, in his hallway/room.

Even standing behind him in mirrors. It started to drive him insane.

He was taken to therapy multiple times but nothing ever stopped it. He started to feel like everyone was out to get him.

He started doing what he loved less, going out with his sister, well that was the only thing he liked doing

He never went outside, making Toby grow paler and more unhealthy. He was extremely underweight and malnourished that it started to stunt his growth. Well it had been a problem anyways.

It was obvious that if he still went to school he'd be picked on badly for it all.

Not like he already was in the first place.

His mom grew distant and of course, the 'man of the house' grew to despise his own children, completely neglecting them.

Now it was just him and Lyra.

Toby had ended up running away one night after a bad fight with his father. It had been weeks since his family heard from or saw him. Lyra knew she had to take this situation into her own hands as her mother was too distraught to even try. She eventually found him and began to drive him back home after a swift argument that lasted about half the car ride before something uncanny and paranormal began to occur.

Lyra was driving and Toby was in the passenger seat.

The traffic was heavy and sensory overload is a thing. The car was speeding and the cars were honking.

Everything started to feel less real, and then and there, that creature appeared, tall and thin, right in the middle of the highway. Of course he was the only one to see it.

He freaked out in his seat, also freaking Lyra out, causing her to steer sharply and ended up flipping the car.

This killed her instantly

Though he was still conscious, barely hanging onto it that is.

He escaped with a torn up arm and a broken rib or two. Though he survived.

He did catch a glimpse of the mangled face of his sister the second before he passed out.

The image haunted him for months on end, and now the only person he really had was gone.

Starting to spiral out of control completely. He'd chew on anything, start growling at people, showing signs of obvious grief and agony.

Those months in solitude was nothing but utter torture to him.

It was all thanks to that thing, that stupid creature. He referred to it as the 'slim man'

It was tall, had no face, it seemed to be wearing a suit but it would also morph itself so every time it would be different.

It drove him to insanity.

Homicidal thoughts were no stranger to his mind either. He'd constantly think about harming himself or others, but one person always came first to mind when he did think these things.

His own father of course.

The man was completely gone, an alcoholic, an ab*ser.

He was far too clever to know this man wasn't showing him tough love, but beating it out of him.

Being home alone with the man was all it took for him to finally snap.

The whispers and giggles would clog up his mind, making him black out mentally and falling into the control of his own anger.

He landed 39 stab wounds right into the man's chest, leaving a bloody mess everywhere in the living room of their house.

It was only then did his mom come home, hand full of groceries to realize the bloody mess of the blood of her husband and seeing that her son was the cause behind it, still sitting over the mutilated man with malicious intent in his eyes.

Though the scream she shredded pierced his ears like an air horn, he scurried to the door where he darted through the garage, grabbing a few things on his way, being two hatchets..

One was newer yet the other was rusted and the color was fading.

He had also grabbed the basic necessities to start a fire.

Gasoline and matches.

Though sure, lighting the entire neighborhood on fire was a way of escaping what he just did, but surely not the smartest.

He ended up trapping himself in this mess he caused. Soon there was nothing but flaring flames around him. He knew then and there he was going to die.

Right when he blacked out, wanting to accept his fate, to finally get a break from the pathetic life. A pool of static engulfed him, and he woke up somewhere deep within the forest with absolutely no recollection of what happened or how he got there.

Everyone thinks he's dead.

#creepypasta #slenderverse #foressfaction #ticci toby #toby rogers #creepypasta headcanon #ticci toby headcanons

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tealfling · 5 months

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Tiefling Spice.

A/N: I’m new to writing fanfiction, and honestly, don't know how any of this works, but I just had to because of Astarion. I think I thought of all the labels.

Summary: Amaranth muses over the taste of blood with her favorite traveling companion, Astarion.

Pairing: Astarion x F!Tav

Tags: tiefling tav, named tav, flirting, banter, somewhere between Act 1/ beginning Act 2, some innuendo

Tav: Amaranth, purple tiefling Cleric

"Hot Cinnamon."

"What?" Astarion turned to Amaranth confused. The purple tiefling had taken to reading beside him in his tent lately, but her book--some spell tome-- had laid ignored in her lap for the past serval minutes. Her white gaze fixated on nothing in the distance as a finger wrapped and looped a long curl of her silver hair. He'd noticed she usually did this when she thought, but he couldn't figure out where her mind had been to say such a thing.

Amaranth faced him with a deadpan expression, "Karlach. I bet her blood tastes like a hot cinnamon kind of spiced drink."

Astarion chuckled in the soft way he did when he was caught off guard, snapping his book shut, then setting it to the side. That conversation had been so long ago, that he was surprised she remembered. "Interesting," he drawled considerately. "She does seem like a sweet spiced burn, doesn't she?" He remarked, regaining his flirtatious air. "But Darling, I'm hurt, here you sit in my company while your mind wanders to another?" he said with mocked melancholy.

Amaranth replied, "Well, I was watching you drink, then I thought about blood, and then I remembered when you asked me what I thought the others might taste like." Astarion watched Amaranth chatter away. Silver freckles danced like starlight across purple cheeks as she hurriedly walked him down her train of thought. "...and then the campfire reminded me of toasted marshmallows, which is how Karlach kinda smells, and then I remembered you asking what the other's blood might taste like...."

The pale elf hummed, mostly watching Amaranth's expressions animate across her face as she spoke rather than listening to her words. His ruby gaze occasionally returned to her plum fingers twisting and raveling that one pearly curl section.

"HEY. Star?"

"Hmm? Yes?" Astraion responded, startled back to the moment by an intense tone and a new name she never called him before. He realized the weight of the silence settling between them. There was a question he hadn't answered and a concerned expression slowly knitting across the face before him.

"Are you okay? You didn't answer my question and I thought I lost you there for a second." Amaranth said gently while trying to hold a playful air. Her eyes were soft, but keenly watching his face for tells.

Deciding he needed to redirect this change in mood, Astarion brushed his long fingers through his bangs, setting a coy smile on his face. "Apologies, Darling, it seems I became distracted admiring those adorable freckles of yours," he thrummed, hoping to fluster his company.

Not today.

Amaranth placed both hands between them, exposed arm muscles flexing to support her as she leaned into his space, face only a few inches lower from his as he retreated a bit from the unexpected invasion. She paused, taking in his wide-eyed expression, unsure. Mirroring his earlier tone, she repeated, " I said. You still haven't told me how I tasted." Her faux sultry look surveyed his face, constantly assessing him, ready to pull back. His pupils dilated, but not much else changed. It only took a moment for his face to settle, ready to unleash a counterattack. She held up a finger, " Ah, and before you throw 'delicious' at me again, it makes for a cute compliment, but rather too vague for a proper description," she said, sitting back on her tucked legs, giving Astarion breathing room. "We both know you can do better than that," she teased. Her tail tip swayed playfully, as she crossed her arms, awaiting his response.

Being on the back foot was Aatarion's least favorite place to be, but lately, Amaranth seemed to be getting the better of him in their little game. Although vexing at times, perhaps it meant his plan was working, that she was falling for him. While it made the game more challenging, her riposte was also, admittedly, more fun. Her initial intrusion toward his person overwhelmed him, an uneasy spark flitting in his stomach. But she just, hovered there, allowing him to adjust. Her tiefling heat permeated the span between them. As she went on, talking about blood, wondering about her flavor, all the while the very thing loudly and visibly pulsed in the neck inches from his face, the scent so strong he could taste it. It irked him that he had to restrain himself from inhaling it deeply. He didn't wish for her to take the impression he might be wanting.

No, Astarion needed to restrategize. Turn this back on her. He sat up, readjusted his shirt, then rested his arm on his bent knee. "Oh, come now my Dear? Where's the fun in that?" he goaded with a flip of the wrist. "You need to guess."

"You're not going to tell me?" the tiefling asked, taken aback. Her pearl-colored brows furrowed.

The pale elf inhaled through his teeth to drawl, "It's hardly a challenge if I tell you now, isn't it Darling?"

"Seriously? How am I supposed to guess? The few times I've tasted my blood, it was either flavorless or reminded me of copper!" she huffed.

"Well," he paused considering, "maybe I'll tell you... If you beg," he ribbed with a small chuckle. Astarion watched as Amaranth bristled. He liked getting a rise out of her. For a moment, he thought he caught a glimpse of her tell when a salacious thought crossed her mind, but, alas, her pewter brow furrowed deeper instead. Amaranth pouted, sucking in the corner of her lip. He'd seen her do this in frustration before, a glimpse of the tiny ivory tip of her tiefling fang baring down on her bottom lip in annoyance. Astarion hated it when she bit her lip this way, the last few times she'd done it, he felt like he might want to bite it too.

For a bit, the only sound between them was the soft, irritated thump of Amaranth's tail on the floor. Her diamond eyes locked in a scowl toward his crimson ones. How hard was it for him to give a little? The question shouldn't be that hard. None of the others at camp were willing to give him their blood, but he'd had intelligent blood in battle before. So between those and their...schedule...by now he surely should have had a working flavor profile of comparison. He was just toying with her. Being told her blood smelled good was--novel, but no one had said why. And Amaranth had to know.

"Fine," she sighed, adopting a look of indifference.

Astarion lifted a single white brow but said nothing. Waiting. He watched as she lifted her long hair back in a stretch, noting the strategic reveal of his favorite part of her neck. The tiefling stood pretending to dust off her thick thighs.

Amaranth continued with a feigned defeated huff, " I guess I'll just go ask my other favorite monstrosity what I taste like. He also thinks I smell delicious and he has been begging for a bite." The tiefling dramatically spun on her heel to face the exit.

"What!? Who?!" Astarion jolted up in a panic.

The purple tiefling whipped around with a giggle, "The owlber cub. You silly goose." Her gentle gaze met his unsure round eyes as he cautiously approached. Damn. That look made her weak. Though, it was quickly countered by his repulsed shrill.

"THE OWLBEAR CUB?" Astarion exclaimed. "That filthy thing?"

Amaranth clicked her tongue, "Oh, now, don't be like that. I know you secretly like him."

"I do not." Astartion puffed, sticking up his nose, and crossing his arms.

"Did you forget, Star, that one of my many talents is Beast Speech?" Amaranth hummed. His ears perked, glancing at her when he heard what he supposed was a new pet name of hers. "I know you let him cuddle you while you read. Don't worry, he likes you, too." The elf rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue. A little too dramatic to be real.

"Anyway," she continued slowly, rocking on her feet, " I guess if you have nothing more to say, then I'll see you for supper." Amaranth conspicuously added, "Unless, I'm utterly devoured first. I don't know if the owlbear cub has ever eaten tiefling before."

"You'd better well not be!" snapped Astarion, playfully. "You know I don't like sharing," he quipped.

Amaranth felt her cheeks pull into an easy smile. This was her favorite type of banter. "I'll see what I can do. There's a chance I'm quite tasty." She smirked, stepping closer to Astarion. "Perhaps I'll offer him a toe? As a treat?" Amaranth made a sweeping gesture to feet. "Definitely, not the tail. I'd miss it too much." She whipped it for emphasis. Astarion chuckled taking a step closer. Amaranth made a low thoughtful hum. "What else?" She pondered, making exaggerated finger taps to her pouty bottom lip. "Ah! What's your least favorite finger?" Amaranth cheerfully beamed, wiggling her fingers beside her face.

Resting his hand on his chin, Astarion looked quite statuesque. He regarded each amethyst palm with careful consideration, before snatching her right wrist in a firm grasp, eliciting a surprised eep from her lips.

Amaranth froze.

Her eyes immediately locked on his face. Trying to read him. When did he get so close? She took careful, calculated breaths. Unsure of what he would do, she waited to see how to react.

Astarion brought her hand closer to his face. With a cool, nonchalant expression, he studied the hand more closely under a discerning red gaze. Using his free hand, he judiciously traced each of her fingers with his, leaving a trail of tingles in his wake. His eyes were observantly fixed on his task. Her eyes were glued to his every movement. He used his own fingers to splay hers more open.

Had his hands always been so much bigger?

Separating her index finger from the rest, "Not this one, Darling," he said in a luscious purr, "It's my favorite." Finally, he met her stare with a sinful gaze as he kissed the very part of her finger that touched her own lips not a short time ago.

Shit.

Amaranth tried to control the exhale that escaped her, but she could feel her nostrils flare. It was obvious between them that she had been holding her breath. She hadn't expected this. He grinned fiendishly as he worked toward the next finger.

"Actually, my Dear, I don't want to part with any of your delectable digits," he droned, brushing his lips across all her fingers. He turned her wrist up, pressing a kiss down on her pulse.

Using the new angle, Amaranth took the chance to caress his cheek with the tips of her fingers that could reach. He flinched, and she retracted her fingers.

"I didn't know you were so jealous of a baby owlbear," she mused softly.

He scoffed, "I'm not," releasing her wrist, but leaned his cheek into her hand. "You're just too important to lose your delightful hands. Could you imagine if we had to rely on only Shadowheart and -ugh- Gale for spells and healing?" He smirked, but his words sounded more sincere than he intended.

"What about Wyll?"

"Ah ha! Wyll doesn't count," he said smugly, causing the tiefling to roll her eyes.

Amaranth gingerly trailed her finger over his cheekbone, barely touching his skin. She used it to move her favorite white curl behind his ear. Enjoying the way the pointed tip flushed. For a second, she caught a glimpse of those sad, round eyes he liked to hide, the ones that made her knees weak.

"Well," she sighed, lowering her hand, "I guess I'd better go help with dinner so that everyone that actually needs food gets fed. It's not fair to make them suffer through so much of Gale's cooking when I'm right here." She joked.

Astarion shifted uneasily, running his fingers through his hair. This was something new he occasionally did, like he wanted to say something, but held back. With Astarion and Shadowheart, she knew better than to press. They needed room to open.

"And what about you?" She inquired pleasantly, "Will you be dining out or ordering room service?"

He paused as if weighing his options before replying, "That depends on what's on the menu tonight?" His rakish grin appeared on his face.

Amaranth lamented in jest, "Unfortunately, only the same old thing that's on the menu every night. However," she perked, struck with an idea, "If you want, I could try to see how many spices I can add to change the flavor?"

"Oh, please, Darling, you're salty enough already." Astarion poked, waving her off with a hand before resting it on his hip.

The tiefling gaped, pushing his shoulder back, "Fine! Garlic breath it is, saer!!" she hissed flippantly. Revolving on the balls of her feet and stomping toward the threshold.

"Wait!" Amaranth hadn't reached the drapes before Astarion's long fingers grazed her arm, stopping her in her tracks faster than a Hold spell. "I was just teasing." He purred.

That was obvious. She replied flatly, "I know," still facing the entrance, trying to hide how happy she was that he stopped her.

"So, you'll come back later?" he asked from behind. It sounded like he was trying to be indifferent.

"Maybe. I don't know. I have other monstrosities I have to feed, you know." she tossed over her shoulder, acting aloof.

She felt Astarion close in behind her. He pulled back her hair, whispering into her ear, "But, you said I'm your favorite, right my Sweet?" Feeling his long fingers caress through the hair at the base of her neck caused her core muscles to flex. Electric tingles danced down her spine. SHIT.

"Yeah," she breathed, "you're my favorite." Amaranth turned her chin up toward his words. Noticing how very close their mouths were. And how very little it would take to close the gap. She could feel the warmth crawling across her cheeks. This fucking cheat was getting the better of her. Amaranth could feel her mind already lulling, she had to do something.

If she let him win now, she'd be here all night, the others would surely come looking for her. And the ones that would come were the ones that would react the worst to finding him fangs deep in her throat...If that's how they found them...

They still had chores to do before nightfall. Before the others stopped checking in with her.

The right thing to do would be to take a pause. She needed to tap out. Before she could lose her will, the purple tiefling popped up on her toes, landing a quick peck on his lips.

"I'm still eating garlic," Amaranth piped, darting out of Astarion's tent.

#astarion #astarion romance #tav x astarion #astarion x mc #astarion x tav #astarion fanfic #astarion fanfiction #astarion brainrot #astarion fic #astarion headcanons #astarion my beloved #astarion x female tav #astarion x oc #tiefling tav #my tav #tav oc #write your tav #bg3 fanfiction

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xandy-toady · 1 year

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Zdinarsk x Afab!Reader || The Gym

OHHH BOY I HOPE THIS IS AS GOOD AS I FEEL IT IS LMFAO LORD SHES SO FINE, POSSIBLE PART 2 IF REQUESTED IDK HEBDUDBNDI

(love how it was supposed to be just a softish thigh riding fic and now it’s no where close to that)

NSFW MINORS DNI

Warning ; Squirting, daddy kink, fingering, oral, submissive reader

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To say Zdinarsk was hot was the understatement of the year, she was beyond hot, she was a fucking deity in comparison to everyone else, especially right now as you watch as she lay across the bench, large bar in her hands with giant weights at each end.

She had asked you to go to the gym with her today, and having the time, you thought maybe it wouldn’t hurt, it’s your girlfriend, might as well go show some support!

So now here you were, sat near your mountain of a partner, watching her and giving words of encouragement. Though it’s only natural that your eyes would start to wander. Admiring how her skin glistened, faintly glowing under the hair lights. Her muscular body covered in a thin layer of sweat from the previous and current exercises she’s done.

The muscles on her arms were tense too, flexing and slightly jiggling with each movement going up, then down, up, and down.

You tried being subtle in your stares, you really did.

Though Zdinarsk picked up on your gaze from the corner of her eye. Your eyes burned into her she could smell you. Your legs shifting not realizing yourself that you were getting worked up.

She knew she was the cause to your arousal, there was no denying that, and every thought of you she had drove her insane forcing herself to keep at her workout. Once she saw your thighs rub together subconsciously, that was when she broke, letting out a guttural growl as she puts the barbell back on its original stand with a loud clang.

Zdinarsk’s growl, wasn’t a quiet either, it rang through your ears, sending a wave of arousal through straight to your throbbing core.

”Come with me.” She orders out with a flare of her nostrils, having shifted quickly to be stood in front of you smelling the second strong wave of you getting excited. Your body’s reactions only spurred her on more—making her almost moan at the sole sight of you looking up at her.

Watching as you blink out of your little daze you had been in. You open your mouth, then close it promptly, nodding obediently.

The way you looked so innocent with your glistening eyes, it had her swiftly turn herself to power walk to the locker room, tail whipping fiercely behind her.

You follow quickly. Why had she suddenly stopped? (She hadn’t even finished her last set, and you definitely weren’t done admiring her either—)

The moment you passed through the door, she was towering over you, backing you further into the room.

”Are you always so desperate for me? So utterly pathetic that you stare shamelessly where everyone can see?” She sharply teases, words biting into you watching how you flush red, had you been that obvious? You were definitely embarrassed at being called out, the floor suddenly much more interesting then the sweaty, hungry predator before you.

You could barely even whimper a response, managing a weak, “Couldn’t help it..” You find yourself silently cursing at how your voice shook, eyes still blown watching your girlfriends every move.

She replied with a scoff before moving forward, predatory gaze still on you never wavering as she backs you into one of the benches in the room. You frantically try to collect yourself as you stumble over now sat, was she always this scary looking? It wasn’t a bad scary, quite the opposite in fact, it had your pussy clench at how she cornered you.

She loves seeing you embarrassed and nervous, seeing how you were also mostly excited by her every move.

”Couldn’t help it hm? Then I can’t help but do this.” She rumbles out, licking her lips having a big smirk form as she tears the sweatpants you had been wearing, successfully tearing them in the process with a loud rip receiving a loud gasp from you. She ignored your whines and protests about your pants, she herself was getting worked up, Zdinarsk also hadn’t realized just how worked up she herself had gotten.

She needed you, and right now.

To your girlfriend Zdinarsk’s delight, your bottom half was bare before her, juices clinging to your skin—no wonder your aroused scent had been so intense. “No panties today? For me doll?” She hums teasingly, brows raised at you with a smug smirk.

You found yourself whining once more in embarrassment—you forgot that you hadn’t put on underwear. You even did this intentionally when you changed for the gym now that you remember—This was all embarrassing, you keep getting caught, thing after thing!

You squirmed under her grasp, shying away in attempts to hide yourself and your face.

She, however had none of that.

Zdinarsk kept you easily held down, maneuvering herself skillfully to hook her arms around your thighs to hold you in place under her, tutting at you, “Don’t be a brat and answer daddy, be a good whore for me yeah?” She whispers, looking at your through her lashes as she sunk her head down.

You watched her kiss your thighs, then bite down hard leaving you to yelp in shock and pain, tear pricking your eye. “What was that for?” You whine, looking at her frantically, watching how she licked the now bloody giant mark at your inner leg.

“Most of my other marks re’ gone, had to add one quickly.” She stated, and without warning, she moved to nudge your folds with her flat nose, the sudden attention to your throbbing heat making you gasp. Her ears twitch in delight at the reaction, and she drags her tongue through your folds, ensuring her nose bumped your clit.

After that, her tongue began its assault at your sensitive hole. Shocked, a moan leaves you when she starts loudly eating you out, moaning sinfully into your cunt. Her tongue was relentless as she smoothly glided circles and figure eights at your clit, the wet muscle teasing your cunt when she would adjust to take more in to catch all of your juices in her greedy mouth. It wasn’t long before she was adding fingers to the mix either, barely giving you time to adjust to her tongues relentless pace.

You writhed in her grasp, choked out moans escaping you, it was happening all so fast, your previous arousal making your orgasm build much quicker then other days.

Zdinarsk could tell you were close now too, how you were twitching more frequently, how your breaths would hiccup—You were fucking drooling, how her fingers thrusted against your fluttering walls was driving you insane, and you feel so good. Your girlfriend never let up her intense actions, ensuring your pussy would be red and swollen from her.

She kept at her pace, Zdinarsk herself was enjoying this all too much, sweaty, your intense aroused scent filling her nose, god and how your skin felt beneath her—Her hips jerked forward instinctively and she groaned loudly.

“Daddy—Daddy wait—“ You blubber out through a strained moan, hearing her growl, “Take it, I know you fucking can needy whore—“

The coil in you snaps, her voice and how it vibrated against your aching clit, how her fingers curl inside you in the most sinful ways. You’re body spasms, moaning loudly under her as you cover her in your juices, effectively squirting all over her. Zdinarsk stared the whole time wide eyed, you’ve never squirted before with her.

You look down and you flush an even brighter red, staring in disbelief that you just squirted, and all over her face and chest,

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry—“ You barely stutter out, trying to catch your breath. Zdinarsk untangled from your legs and moved upwards, face coated in your slick, fingers still dancing across your now soaked cunt. And then, when she finally could reach, she roughly pressed her lips to yours.

“Don’t apologize, that was hot s’ fuck, never know ya’ could squirt.” She grinned out after you separate, and you whine.

“I didn’t know either! It just happened, hey—this isn’t funny, why are you grinning!” You playfully huff, pushing her chest lightly as if you could do anything in the first place—a small shy smile creeping it’s way onto your face.

Silence fell before you and her hand was still cupping your cunt, and you feel her grind her hand upwards against you. You saw how her eyes started to haze over again.

Your eyes widen, and you hear Zdinarsk loudly growl promptly stuffing her fingers back inside of you, leaning down to lick a stripe up your neck. Your moans were even louder then before, the sensitivity from your previous orgasm making your jaw fall slack.

“So.. I’d say you’re ready for daddy’s cock now, yeah?”

>ZDOG REFERRING TO HER STRAP AS HER COCK WOOOF REQUESTS OPEN LMAO HOPE YOU ENJOYED

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themushroomgoesyeet · 4 months

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How it all went wrong with the familiars

Today had been one of the worst days I've ever experienced. Before today, I thought that the worst challenge I could have ever faced was defeating Lucio, and boy, was I wrong.

I hear the bell ring as several sets of feet enter the shop, and a collective gasp as my new guests observe the disastrous scene before them. All at once, the sounds of seven different familiars fervidly greet their owners.

Lifting the arm I have over my eyes, I see my friends looking worriedly from their anxious familiars, to me, do the destroyed shop that I don't have the energy to clean up. Muriel looks especially worried and is about to say something before I wordlessly walk over and softly plonk my head against his chest with a dejected sigh.

"Never again," I mumble into my husband's shirt as his arms come up to rub my back comfortingly.

"Merf, what happened?!?" Asra exclaims incredulously.

"Are you alright?" Muriel asks at the same time.

"I'll be fine in a bit, I think," I reply, backing away a little so that I can confront the group as a whole. "Do you want the long or the short answer?" I add in reply to Asra's question.

"I believe a longer explanation would be in order, Merf, but I think it would be best if we all sat down first, for your sake," Nadia interjects. "It seems that you all have had a rather trying day."

"Hah! You've got that right," I reply, taking Muriel's hand as we all gingerly make our way to the apartment upstairs - which has thankfully been mostly untouched.

"Why are all our familiars wet?" Asra asks when we all sit down.

"And slimy?" Portia adds with disgust as she cradles Pepi, who has now been wrapped in a towel.

"And, er....sticky," Julian adds as he helps Nadia pick filth and expensive looking beads out of Malak and Chandra's feathers.

"I'll just start at the beginning, shall I?" I ask, helping Asra pass out towels to everyone as we all begin to clean our familiars. The group nods, and I have another exhausted sigh as I begin to tell my tale.

~~ Earlier that morning ~~

"Are you sure this is going to work?" Muriel asks as our cart nears the shop.

"It wouldn't be an experiment if I knew, would it?" I reply, and Inanna lets out a cheery bark of support from the back of the cart, tail wagging. My response doesn't seem to reassure Muriel however, so I place a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Look, the worst case scenario is that the spell is fake and nothing happens. Nobody's going to get hurt today, and everything is going to be fine!"

"Wise choice of words," Asra jokes as he gently towels off Faust.

"If I had known what was going to happen today, I wouldn't have said it," I retort.

As we pull up to the shop, Asra opens the door to greet us.

"Hello you two!" He exclaims as Inanna jumps out of the cart, and I follow suit. "Everything is ready for you Merf, Portia just dropped off Pepi and all the others from the palace."

I can already hear various animal noises coming from inside the shop, and Asra gives me a bit of a drawn look.

"Did you have to include Lucio's dogs in this? They've only been in there for about five minutes and they're already proving to be tough to handle."

"I wouldn't have been able to get Chandra and Pepi if I didn't take Mercedes and Melchior too, and it's not their fault that their previous owner was Lucio," I reply. "I'll make it work, don't worry."

"If you say so," Asra shrugs, hopping up onto the cart next to Muriel. "Good luck with your spell!"

"Good luck with your foraging!" I reply, waving as the cart moves away down the street. "Alright, shall we go inside?" I ask, turning to Inanna. She huffs an affirmative, and we both make our way up the steps together.

A cacophony of sounds assaults my ears as we enter; Mercedes and Melchior are barking their heads off at Chandra, Malak, and Faust who are all perched in the rafters, while Pepi yowls back at the dogs from her place on top of the cabinets behind the service counter. I form a glowing orange whistle in my hand as I shut the door, and Inanna lies down on the floor covering her ears with a whine.

I blow the whistle as loud as I can, drowning out the rest of the noise and bringing the animal chatter quickly to a stop.

"that's enough of that everyone, we've got work to do today," I declare as Inanna stands up again. "All of you come down from there and make a circle on the floor," I command, and after a minute each animal slowly moves over to the middle of the shop in a rough circle.

Mercedes and Melchior whine as most of the familiars all try to sit as far away from them as they can, and I let out a sigh from my place at the counter where Asra left the ingredients for my spell.

"Inanna, do you mind?" I ask politely, and Inanna gives me a whuff in response before sitting next to the borzoi siblings so they stop complaining.

"Thank you. Now all of you, enough with this bickering. We're all going to be spending the day together, and things will go a lot better if we don't argue about it. That starts, by the way, with not alienating Mercedes and Melchior," I declare, giving the rest of the familiars a stern look. After a minute, Chandra ruffles her feathers a little bit before scooting closer to Mercedes and Melchior, the rest of the familiars following suit until they're all sitting in a much less wobbly circle.

"Much better," I tell them before double checking the last of the instructions from the magic book I brought with me. "Alright. If all goes well, this should allow all of you to communicate with me mentally for a day."

I take the bowel of lavender colored powder in my hands, and move into the middle of the circle before tossing several pinches of the power over the familiars and my head. Focusing my magic, I cast the spell just how the book said to, then wait as the powder dissipates.

"Did it work?" I ask.

"smells funny," a voice says in my head, and I can see Faust tasting the air with her tongue. My ears shoot up with surprise.

"Was that you Faust?" I exclaim.

"It certainly wasn't me," a demure voice replies as Chandra lands on my shoulder, giving me a purposeful gaze.

"This is amazing, it worked!" I exclaim happily.

"Can we go home now?" Mercedes asks as her brother comes up to sniff my pockets. "Do you have treats for us?"

"Yes, let's go home," Malak exclaims in agreement with Mercedes.

"Woah hold on, settle down everyone," I reply, backing out of the circle of familiars so I can look at them directly. "The agreement was that I'd be allowed to do this spell if I would pet-sit you all, and I intend to hold up my end of the deal. Let's just be calm and hang out in the shop today, alright?"

"Can we have food?" Pepi asks, pawing my boot, and the rest of the familiars begin clamoring in agreement. It takes another whistle and Inanna's piercing howls to get everyone to shut up long enough for me to speak.

"Thank you Inanna."

"You're welcome," she replies.

"I have food for everyone," I continue, talking fast so I don't get interrupted again. "If you'll all just give me a moment to set things up, we can all have lunch. Happy?"

A chorus of agreements answer and I let out a sigh of relief before going upstairs and pulling out bowels and pet food left for me by everyone's owners. Within minutes, everyone including myself is happily eating away.

Once lunch is over, I gather everything up and take it all back upstairs to be cleaned in the sink. I barely have time to set down my armload though, before I hear several large crashes coming from the shop.

Downstairs, Mercedes and Melchior are chasing Pepi, while Inanna and Chandra try their best to stop them. Furniture has been knocked over, Malak is flying around screeching in the rafters, and I dash to save Faust before she's trampled by four sets of paws.

"I left for two minutes!" I shout over the noise, unsure of what to do to stop the chaos. "What happened?!?"

"Salty cat insult snooty dogs, snooty dogs chase cat and destroy shop," Faust tells me in dismay. I try to sneak around towards the front door to try to get a better vantage point, but I trip over the leg of a fallen table in my haste, the fall flinging Faust from my shoulders.

Fortunately, Faust lands on the doorknob out of harm's way. Unfortunately, when she tries to get down and slither off to a new hiding place she accidentally opens the door, and Pepi, Mercedes and Melchior, Chandra, and Inanna all go zooming out of the shop at top speed. Malak tries to make a break for it too, but I've managed to get back on my feet by this point and snatch Malak out of the air before he can escape.

"No you don't!" I exclaim as Faust comes slithering back to me. "You're gonna follow them and tell me where they're going, alright?" I demand, turning Malak to face me as I talk.

"I can't track them if they're getting away! I knew this was a bad idea! THEY'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" Malak protests.

"Not on my watch," I reply determinedly, scooping Faust onto my shoulders and locking the shop door. "You let me and Faust chase them down on foot, and be my eyes and ears in the air. Got it?"

"Fine," Malak relents, and I give him a nod before tossing him into the air. I can see some carnage on the streets where the rest of the familiars ran through, and start following it. With Malak's help, Faust and I make our way towards the market place.

In the distance, I hear a loud commotion, several people shouting and screaming, and desperate howls from Inanna, Mercedes, and Melchior. I put on an extra burst of speed and run towards the sound, breaking through the shocked crowd to find a demolished beauty stall, a very angry vendor, and Chandra, Malak, and Pepi slathered in lotions, beads, and glitter.

"Ah, that would explain it," Nadia interrupts as she tackles a particularly thick clump of glitter in Chandra's feathers. "I'll make sure to send that vendor extra compensation for their troubles tomorrow morning."

Once I had fixed the stall and paid a very hefty price for the damages, I gathered the familiars into a side alley.

"What's going on? Where are Inanna, Mercedes and Melchior?"

"Thieves cornered us in the street and stole them with help from the crowd," Chandra informs me as she tries to shake glitter from her feathers, with little success.

"What?!?" I exclaim, my ears flattening as panic rises in my chest.

"The bad men said they're gonna sell them all! Our friends are gone forever!" Malak wails.

"Oh no, this is bad," I reply, trying to think of any spells I could use. "Argh! If only I had something personal from one of them, I could use a tracking spell!"

"Would this help? Chandra asks, holding up a tuft of white fur in one of her talons. "This belongs to Melchior, I believe."

"Oh, Chandra you beautiful bird, yes!!! This is perfect!" I cry, my ears perkig up with joy and quickly taking the fur from her sticky talons, casting a tracking spell. With that, we're all off again, and I follow the spell down to the east docs until we stop close to a foreign-looking ship being loaded with large crates.

"There! Those are the bad guys!" Pepi exclaims, directing my attention to two thugs talking to the ship's captain. Next to them are three large crates, all howling and barking loudly. Suddenly, I realize I know these thugs; they were the ones who tried to Mug me and Muriel before getting their asses kicked by Morga.

A growl escapes my throat as my ears flatten, and I leave our hiding place to give those thieves a piece of my mind, the familiars tentatively following suit.

"Hey!" I shout over the noise as eyes turn at my arrival. Most of these people aren't from around here, but recognition shines in the thieves eyes when they turn to see me.

"Those animals don't belong to you," I declare, pointing at the crates. "I'd like to have them back, now."

"O-of course, Mrs. hero, we didn't know they were yours!" The more burly thief replies as him and his companion back away at my approach. The captain just laughs, slapping his hand on the top crate and shaking his head.

"I can't let you take my cargo," the captain replies in a thick accent. "Run along lady, or my crew will have to hurt you."

"I wasn't asking," I retort, summoning a glowing, bladed staff in my hands. The thieves make a run for it, and the familiars at my heels start getting a little nervous.

"it's your head then," the captain replies, snapping his fingers. As the crew of the ship advances I quickly cast a spell that shatters the boxes, freeing Inanna, Mercedes, and Melchior. Before anyone can act we all make a break for it, a mob of angry sailors chasing after us. I try to loose our pursuers in the alleys, but people get in our way and make it easier for the sailors to keep up.

Suddenly, the familiars and I come to a dead end at one of the canals. I can hear the angry sailors behind us, and as I look around for options I spot a man with an otherwise empty gondola nearby.

"Jump!" I exclaim, leaping into the canal and swimming towards the empty gondola. The other familiars follow suit save for Chandra and Malak who fly to us instead, leaving the angry sailors to return to their captain empty handed.

The gondolier is very surprised when we all climb into his boat, but I give him the last of my coins for his troubles and have him take us back to the shop.

"And that's where you all found us," I finish, resting my arms and head on the table with an exhausted sigh.

"My my, what an adventure," Nadia replies with a wry grin as Muriel begins to rub my shoulders comfortingly.

"Looks like we're all in for bath night," Portia groans, and in my head all of the familiars chorus in agreement.

"Did you at least learn something from your experience Merf?" Asra asks with a smirk.

"I did, actually," I reply. "None of these guys are allowed to be in the same room together ever again."

Muriel let's out a snort and everyone else bursts out with laughter of their own. Eventually, I give a weak giggle myself, and we all stand to go home. I offer to stay just a little longer to help clean up the mess in the shop, but Asra and Julian refuse, insisting that they've got it taken care of and that I can just go home.

"Take the day off tomorrow while you're at it," Asra adds before we leave. "You certainly need it!"

"You don't have to tell me," I reply, slipping out into the night and tiredly climbing onto the cart. Muriel sits down beside me, resting an arm on my still damp shoulders as I sigh for the upteenth time today.

"I assume it'll be a hot spring bath today?" Muriel asks with a knowing grin.

"Yes please," I groan tiredly, and Muriel lets out a low chuckle.

"Sounds good. I'll join you, Asra and I took a long time in the forest."

"Don't forget me," Inanna adds from her spot in the bed of the cart.

"Of course we won't forget you Inanna, you've been a very good girl today," I reply fondly. It's nice to actually hear what she's saying now, although I don't think all the trouble I went through today was worth it.

Maybe I'll try the spell again one day, but just on Inanna. For now though, I'm happy to spend time with my family, and a smile finally appears on my face as the day ends.

#vesuvia weekly #the familiars screwed up #the arcana #the arcana game #arcana #arcana mc

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captain-mj · 7 months

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Fenrir and Tyr

Previous parts here

Soap forced Ghost into therapy. He was not happy about it, but Soap promised him it would help. He wondered if he’d have to offer a reward, but Ghost didn’t fight very hard. Mostly, Ghost just pouted and made it very clear he was unhappy.

Soap was surprised when the therapist told him what might help. It seemed a bit weird, but she insisted it would be helpful. So Johnny checked in to it.

Ghost had shifted for the first time since he had unshifted. His giant wolf body was laying on the couch. He looked so sad and lonely. Yeah, he could try to play his lone wolf schtick all he want, but he could tell that Ghost needed interaction. And sometimes it was clear that humans were overwhelming. Shifters were unpredictable as Soap was still very worried on if Ghost would feel threatened or start fighting.

So Riley the dog seemed perfect.

She was an emotional support dog and she clearly took her job seriously. Riley walked right over to Ghost and sat in front of him.

Ghost looked up and tilted his head, clearly confused. He shifted back and stretched. “What’s with the dog?”

Riley put her head within reach of him.

“She’s an emotional support dog.”

“An emotional support dog? Why? Do you need that?”

“No, she’s for you.” Soap smiled. “Try petting her.”

Ghost frowned but indulge him, petting her. He smiled at her and started to pet her more. He patted her side like a watermelon and when her tail wagged, he looked downright delighted.

“Well, aren’t you a ray of sunshine, sweetheart?” Ghost grinned.

Soap smiled. “Do you want to take her on a walk?”

Ghost nodded and went to get dressed. He still walked like a soldier and wore his mask, but there was something a tiny bit happier about him. A small softness to him.

It was adorable.

Ghost and Riley walked in time and settled to just… stand at the edge of the park. Both were in some sort of work mode.

Soap thought it over and cleared his throat. He walked in front of them, posturing as a captain. “Now, you two have done a great job this past week. Successful smash and grabs, covert missions and being a very good boy and good girl.”

Riley wagged her tail at that. Ghost’s hips gave a tiny jerk exactly like he did when he tried to wag his nonexistent tail.

“So, now I am going to give you your hardest orders yet.”

The tension was intense. Both of them watching him intensely. Riley had started to do tiny tip taps, though she was clearly trying her best to be a good service dog. Ghost started to bounce on his heels.

“Have fun. Release!”

Ghost and Riley immediately went running around. He chased her around. Soap noticed Riley slowing down whenever he got too far back. It was so much fun. Almost infectious.

Soap started to chase them too. They got turned around until Ghost and Riley were both after Soap, both of them on his heels. They were almost at him when he did a sharp turn and almost lost them for a second.

Ghost tackled him, slamming right into him. He pulled him to his chest and put one of his hands out to catch them. He panted on top of him before collapsing, laying all over Soap.

Riley sat nearby, trying to catch her breath.

Soap smiled, planning on telling her she’s a good girl, but Ghost was giving him a kiss before he had a chance.

Ghost stood up and pulled Soap up. He smiled at him. Nice and soft.

Maybe it would be okay. Fine.

Soap got a call that night from Price. “We’ve arrested some people. There’s evidence to put them away, but not for long. His testimony could help.”

Soap took a deep breath. “He’ll do it if I give him the choice.”

“Are you going to keep it from him?”

“Absolutely not. He deserves the choice.” Soap sighed. “Just.. hate it. He deserves to be happy. Hard to let him be if he’s having to deal with this.”

“Soap, what has he mentioned about his family?”

“They’re dead. All I got.” Price was silent for a moment and Soap frowned. “Price?”

“I… may have found a lead on something.’

Soap glanced at where Ghost and Riley were laying on the floor together, watching a movie. “Explain.”

“Can’t be sure of anything yet, but I think there may be a relative of his somewhere. You mentioned to me that he may have kids, so I’m trying to figure it out. Young boy said to be part of Ghost’s family is all I’ve seen so far. Nothing concrete. I’ll get back to you when I get more information. Don’t tell Ghost yet. Don’t want to get his hopes up in case this is all fake.”

Soap nodded and looked at Ghost who was holding Riley close. “Of course. Hope to hear back.”

“I hope so too.”

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #cod #soapghost

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cutegirlmayra · 7 months

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Sonamy prompt: Sonic gets invited to a high society: ball, charity event whatever you name it he has to go and can bring a guest. He asks Amy to go mostly so she can keep the crazy fans and press away. She agrees thinking it'll be a fun date night. The night comes and she feels like a fish out of water. High society start judging and mocking her making her feel bad. Sonic is not okay with this and the two make a ruckus. Dancing and singing eating food "improperly" and then eventually take off

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Prompt:

Sonic adjusted the cuffs on his new tailored gloves, “You sure this shindig’s necessary?” He had tried to get out of it, but the President was insistent. To help with his campaign, he wanted Sonic at his fancy ball he was hosting, a party for those of high political society.

He figured, if Sonic was there, so would the press. Not just that, but it would be the talk of among potential voters, and make it look like Sonic was supporting him.

Not really understanding the significance of his presence, Chris had told Sonic it was a very honored thing to be invited by a President, and didn’t want Sonic to appear rude.

“Why can’t you be my plus one? Or you?” He asked Chris, then pointed to Tails, who was helping put Sonic in a nice black jacket after he had already been buttoned up by Chris in a white shirt.

“Because, plus one usually means you’re bringing a girl with you.” Chris explained, and held up his finger, “Just a second, I’ll go see Vanilla and Cream are done working on Amy’s dress, yet.” He rushed to knock on the door, about three times, before he heard the excited voices of Cream and Vanilla.

They cheerfully called out, “Coming!” Before Amy called out, “Just one second..!!!” Sounding kinda nervous.

“Huh? Amy? Getting nervous?” He walked away from the door and shook his head, “That’s a side of her I never thought I’d get to see…” He smiled with a raised eyebrow, coming back to Sonic who was tugging on his nice suit jacket a bit, trying to ‘stretch’ it since it felt restrictive, looking annoyed. “You sure you remember your manners, Sonic?” Chris reminded him.

“Yeah… I think so. Mr. Tanaka wouldn’t let me sleep last night in peace without sending me through a few drills… and Ella did the same with Amy.” He suddenly looked over from down at his new clothes before his eyes widened and sparkled somewhat… looking speechless.

“Huh? What’s wrong, Son-” Chris turned around before his face also turned to one of mesmerizing delight. “Wow, Amy! You look… incredible!” His mouth opened wide into a grin.

Amy walked out with her hands together in front of a beautiful red, glittering dress… white gloves to match, a hair clip of a rose with some sheer fabric to the side of it, going down near a front quill of hers.

Her sparkling red shoes she lightly poked out of her dress and then posed, tilting her head and chin up a bit to the side, being confident. “Well?” She asked, “What do you think, Sonic?”

Sonic remembered something then, “Hey… It looks… different from the one you wore on the Blue Typhoon, Amy…” Sonic walked up to her and put his hands to his hips, “What happened to that one?”

She tensed up, her bangs and quills becoming prickly, and her cheeks puffing up in agitation. “Girls have more than one dress, Sonic!” She huffed, and he flinched back a moment, removing his hands from his confident but relaxed pose as his smile faded, too.

“H-Huh? No need to get snappy, Amy. I was just surprised you had a new one…” He put a hand out to explain, before withdrawing it up to behind his head, “Sorry, Amy.”

Chris looked at the two a little awkwardly, having some sweat on the side of his cheek, before bending down to whisper into an equally worried Tails’s ear. “Do you really think they’ll get along for this evening, at least?”

Tails moved his mouth to the side, whispering back with his hand up to him, looking ahead but his eyes shifted directly to look up at him, “This isn’t Sonic’s first rodeo. Amy’s dragged him on tons of dates! He’ll be just fine if he-” They were both jolted into upright positions by Vanilla tugging on their opposite ears.

“You know, it’s quite rude to gossip right in front of people.” With her eyes closed in pleasantry, she walked in between them and made sure their heads were now pulled away from each other. She let them go and put a hand dainty to her mouth, “You look lovely, Amy. Sonic? Be sure to be a gentlemen at all times. This is Amy’s night, too, you know.” She gently instructed him.

Sonic smirked to Vanilla, “Emm.” showing he was intending to keep it a good one, as Amy happily returned Vanilla’s kind smile and cheer. “Ah-ha!”

At the ball, Sonic had Amy’s arm around his own, and the two walked in looking pretty small compared to the expenses of this grand campaign. “You don’t… think this is all for us… do you?” Sonic asked, looking directly up, “Wohh…” Seeing multiple chandeliers and fancy lights all over the grand ballroom.

Both his and Amy’s eyes sparkled at the extravagant sight, before a ton of ‘important’ guests started trying to barge their way past the two and soon they were almost trampled as they clambered to get inside.

Sonic pulled Amy ahead of him and they started running, “The food here must be really good, huh? Wah-aahhhh!!!” he pulled her up into a bridal style and immediately his face turned to a cool and collected hero. “Heh.”

He smirked and jumped over some tables as though they were obstacles on a natural tundra back home, and then skid to a halt behind them, his toe up in the air as he slid. “Heh, try and surprise me, why don'tcha?” He subtly jeered a little, having fun as he set Amy down. He put his hands out to her dress, “Is your pretty dress okay? Not ruined, is it?”

Amy blushed at that, shaking her head, “Em-mm, it’s fine.” She smiled sweetly to his chivalrous question.

He ‘phew’d and got back up, “Good.” He nodded, putting his hands to his hips again, “You seem to care an awful lot about it.”

Amy had a strike of an anger mark pulse on her head at that comment. “Soooonic…” She made fists by her sides and shook them slightly. “Are you calling me a material girl!?”

“Huh?” Sonic seemed to not understand, leaning forward towards her as though wanting her to explain before the President and his plus one came up to him with their bodyguards.

“Ah! Sonic The Hedgehog!” He outstretched his hands to the two, “I’m so glad you could come! Ohh… and who’s this little lady by your side?” he blinked curiously to Amy. “Hmm… Have I seen you before?”

Amy looked flattered at the ‘little lady’ part, but the second he seemed to completely not recognize her as one of Sonic’s ionic friends made another zap of an anger mark pulse on her head yet again, twitching with a slight sound effect as though she was trying to keep her rage bottled up in front of company…

“O-Oh, I’m one of Sonic’s friends…” She nervously laughed out.

“Yeah, don’t you recognize her?” Sonic pointed to Amy, very casually, “She’s Amy R-”

“Well, I’m sure my memory will be jogged in good time!” he clapped his hands, “Now, Sonic, if you would be a dear and come with me, just step right over here, that’s it…” Sonic was suddenly pushed from the back up to the press where they took pictures of him and the President, as Amy reached out her hand, not sure why he was being taken away from her as the Plus One of the President slid in next to her.

“You know, he really does look dapper in that little suit of his.” She chuckled into her hand, trying to be mannerly but her eyes were closed as though also looking a bit high-class as well. Was she snooty? “I just think little animal heroes are all the rage these days… It also makes you look incredibly adorable as well, Miss The Hedgehog.”

Amy twitched again, a smaller anger mark. “C-Cute?” She was trying to look sophisticated and like an adult…

“O-Oh, uhmmm… Ehem, I’m not actually Mr. The Hedgehog’s wife… eh-heh-heh… yet.” She swiped her eyes off to the side with a shine… a goal of hers, obviously.

The woman made an obnoxious laugh, “Ohhhh-hoho, how darling! You two looked so perfect together, I just immediately assumed!” She then leaned down, “Hey, hey… one girl to another, do you all stick to your species or is there branching out involved? Do you ever fear he’ll go after a mongoose or something?”

Amy’s anger marks were now turning into mouths and angry eyes, barking and arguing on Amy’s head back and forth as she twitched an open smile, “Ah-hah…hah haha… Why do you think these thoughts?” she then questioned the woman with squinted eyes as Sonic called out to her.

“Amy!”

She turned immediately, blinking her eyes as she leaned forward, “Oh!” She noticed he was trying to climb over the people, mostly women and reporters, crowding around him.

She knew he hated that, and narrowed her eyes while shaking a protective fist.

“Amy, help m-..!” He was being pulled back into the epicenter of the moshpit of people as Amy took out her hair clip and handed it to the woman, “Hold this a sec.” she raced towards Sonic and jumped into the crowd, like a superhero, she wiggled herself out with Sonic over her shoulder, clinging up on her shoulders as though a trembling chihuahua over water, completely out of place among the ‘fans and elites’ all wanting a piece of him.

She jumped down from stepping over people’s heads and shoulders, landing like a true hero and putting Sonic down, dusting him off, and patting his cheeks to let him know he was okay now.

“Thank YOU!” She swiped the hair clip out of the gawking woman’s hands and began to readjust it back into her downward pink quills. Once in, she moved her hands away, touched it up a bit more, then put her hands happily to her hips and looked proud of herself.

“Thanks, Amy.” Sonic rubbed the back of his head, then dusted off his arms again, “Those people really know how to trap a guy in!” He adjusted his quills as well, “How long do we have to be here for, anyway?”

“Sonic…” She looked a little disappointed, her eyes bending back, “We… We just got here.”

“That’s right!” The woman looped her arms around Amy, “You two adorable little things can’t leave now! We have a dinner and a dance for everyone! Including a very special performance, you’ll love it!” She dragged Amy over to a chair as Sonic helplessly followed her with his arms out, not sure when to use his strength and abilities when it came to these odd humans…

When sat down, Amy addressed it, looking like her entire hair was messed up due to the woman holding her like a ragdoll in the air by her waist. “I swear… if one more person treats us like pets..!” She adjusted her hair, and then re-pinned her hair clip. “Sonic, why didn’t you just spindash your way out of that people-pit?” She wasn’t look at him, just doing her hair as he sighed.

“I promised Chris I wouldn’t act ‘unmannerly’ at such an important summons… but to be honest, no matter how many drills Mr. Tanaka put me through, I still don’t get which spoon is what and why there needs to be so many rules.” He looked down at the set-up of the table. His eyes narrowed as though trying to remember, but then not caring and hopelessly waving a nonchalant hand about, “I just wasn’t made for this ‘heroic rewarding’ stuff.” He yawned and leaned back, lifting a leg up, “Think I’ll snooze for a little bit…” He started to doze off as Amy smacked a hand to her face, dragging it down to stretch out the skin.

“Well, that is just who you are… after all.” She eventually sighed and smiled at him fondly.

The President gave a profound speech, and everyone clapped modestly before the food was served. Amy nudged Sonic and he woke up in a small jolt, before yawning and letting Amy point and move his hands to the right silver tools he was supposed to use.

When Amy and him took their first bites, their eyes had stars in them, and they immediately both went, “Oh, wow!” and started digging in. “Have you ever tasted something so good in all your life, Sonic!?” She exclaimed, scarfing it down as Sonic nodded, agreeing.

He could hardly speak without his mouth completely full, “It’s the best!”

With wild handfuls, they were shoving the food down, as people stared in disbelief or with blinking eyes at the displayed behavior.

Amy suddenly looked up after blinking her eyes out of the stars, and noticed everyone staring at them. Embarrassed, she leaned back in her chair, “Ah-haha…” she tried to grasp at a napkin, and the President’s Plus One scooted it to her and she immediately patted her face.

Looking over at Sonic, she noticed he was still oblivious, and cleared her throat.

He looked up at her with complete innocence and full cheeks, “Huh?” His emerald eyes made her giggle a little, pointing to the rest of the table.

“Oh… ywou wawnt swome twoo?” He chewed and looked to what he thought was a huge set of food she was gesturing, too. He, thinking it very polite, got up on his chair, leaned over the table after pulling his suit and white shirt down, and then picked up the enormous–according to their size–glass dish ware and held it up over Amy’s plate. He swallowed then after some time of chewing and smiled sweetly to her, “Isn’t this the best? Glad we stuck around, huh!” The chandeliers lights on him only made his expression of joy that much more genuine and heartfelt to Amy. He was basking in the rays of the room’s light, and she had never felt more gleeful about Sonic trying to show ‘correct mannerisms’ to her before than this moment.

She put her hands up to her cheeks, squeeing at his gentlemanliness, “Ohh~ Sonic~” she then took a big inhale, “That’s not what I meant.” and pulled his coattails down to have him forcibly take his seat, dropping the rose-tinted glasses act for a second.

Once he was back in his seat, he blinked, still holding the huge stack of food on the tray as Amy put it back down where it was supposed to go, “We’re making a scene…” She seemed disappointed at having to say that, as though watching Sonic truly take delight in the moment was everything she wanted for the night… but she had to deny that experience for the both of them… due to the crowd of onlookers judging them…

They tried to eat correctly, Sonic looking more and more frustrated by the passing of seconds he couldn’t shove the amount of food he wanted in his mouth, and Amy completely concurred.

She had to pick up ‘miniscule’ bites and pieces, and the food kept slipping off the ‘recently polished’ silverware which made it even more impossible to take in the yumminess of the food.

Both growing annoyed, Amy finally just put the fork down and turned to Sonic, smiling the best she could. “Want to dance?” She took his hand and he was dragged to the dance floor.

At first, Sonic looked as though he was being pulled around, and Amy realized she would have to lead a lot more aggressively to get him on track.

“This isn’t what I had in mind… When they told me we’d be going to a fancy party…” Her face was a smushed frown, her eyes were as though someone was pulling them apart on the sides, melting away before Sonic finally made a comment.

“Well,... why can’t we just make it our party?” He asked, which made Amy blink up at him and lose her sunken expression.

“What… do you mean?” Her eyes showed that she was desperate to save the night, and Sonic smiled at that fact.

“Amy… Want me to be the hero this time?” He slightly joked as Amy looked completely like that was out of the blue for her, “What I mean is… You’ve been helping me all night… but I think it’s my turn to do what I do best.” He winked to her with a signature, bright smile. “Let me make your night one to remember!”

She blushed, turning pink on the sides of her muzzles just below her eyes. “Sonic…” She stared into his handsome face as he then broke out of the embrace and spun her about, jumping onto the food table and doing his own dance. Break-dancing, spraying food everywhere, and kicking up his feet, “Sorry, Chris! I also told Vanilla I’d be a gentleman to Amy! And Amy’s not having any fun either!” He then jumped up and spindashed around Amy, landing to take her hand, “And what kinda gentlemen would I be if I didn’t save the girl’s night?”

Amy swooned, her expression bright and cheery again, as she raced off and started to dance wildly and eat as much as she wanted again!

Suddenly, a loud voice cried over the crowd, “STOOOPPP!!!” The two hedgehogs ceased a moment, frozen in mad chaos of about to start a food fight, before the President looked to his Plus One, surprised by her suddenly manly voice.

“A-A… Elizabeth?” He asked, but the woman suddenly mechanically transformed, her thin waist now a large one, her proportions off, and Eggman flipped a sliding door and stepped out of the contraption.

“I had to go through SO MUCH to plan this little crash party… you have no idea how much of this man I had to endure!” Eggman pointed angrily at the President while still talking to Sonic and Amy, while the President touched what used to be a leg of the woman and rubbed it lightly as though mourning in a weird way that she was just a robot. “I’m the party crasher, not YOU!” he pulled out a mechanical gun strapped around his back. “I deserve it for what I’ve had to put up with far more than YOU TWO HAVING ONLY TONIGHT IN THIS LOONEY BIN!”

Realizing Eggman had been in a female robot, and that technically meant he was crossdressing, Amy and Sonic tilted their heads and second before absolutely having to clutch their stomachs and covered their mouths as they tried desperately not to laugh loudly.

Eggman sent his robotic army and they battled them out, never being invited to another ‘elite and influential party’ on earth again…

#sonamy #sonicxamy #sonic fanfic #sonic x prompt #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #cutegirlmayra

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katsuki069 · 7 months

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Please do a part 2, I thought part 1 was really sweet :]

Glad you liked the first part, I mostly wrote it on a whim but part 2 here we go!

Summary- You go out with Katsuki and friends and get overwhelmed

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After a few days of adjustment, Katsuki was accustomed to your constant uneasiness. He was always nearby, ready to tell you to sit and to hold his hand. He was better at keeping you calm than any pill you’d ever tried. Katsukis continual presence eased your mind and helped you get through the days.

After a few days of following you around the apartment and work, you felt comfortable enough to go elsewhere with him. You looked down at your phone, a new message popping up from your friends group chat. The group was going to go shopping in a hour and you were arranging to go with them. Everything was in place, except for the fact that you weren’t ready yet. Hopping out of bed, you went to the corner of the room and picked out a nice outfit that was both comfortable and would look nice while you were out with friends. You got dressed in faded black jeans and a gray tank top with a white flannel to cover your shoulders. Once dressed, you exited the room to see Katsuki waiting by the door, “What’s going on?” he asks as he sniffs the air. “You smell excited.” he states. You only smile up at him as you take his hand and walk to the front door, handing him his service vest. “We’re going out? Where?” he asks as his massive tail wags behind him. “Some friends of mine invited me out, so we’re gunna go shopping!” you declared as you put on some sneakers. Katsuki got on his vest along with a leash that clipped to the front. He never liked how the leash made him look like a pet, but he knew it was necessary.

Soon enough the both of you were ready to leave and out the door, walking to the nearby shopping district everyone had agreed to meet at. As the two of you walked you held the end of his leash tightly, fidgeting with the frayed tip. Katsuki looked down at you before placing a hand on your shoulder, “Hey, it’s alright. We’re just going to see your friends.” He remarked encouragingly. You nodded in agreement as the two of you entered the mall and waited on a nearby bench. You pulled out your phone, texting everyone that you were there and waiting. Immediately you got a message back, it was an image. Opening it, you saw it was a photo of you with your head down. Looking up you saw the sender of the message, your friend Sero. You stood up and dropped Katsukis leash, giving Sero a tight hug. He chuckled “Did ya miss me or something?” he asks jokingly but you still nodded in response. Releasing him, you sit back in your seat next to Katsuki. “Katsuki, this is my friend Sero. We went to high school together. Sero this is Katsuki, he’s my emotional support.” you explain as you introduce the two. Sero nods and extends his hand which Katsuki took and shook.

After a small wait and some chatter, the rest of your group arrived. Introductions went by fast and soon you all were walking from store to store. Katsuki stood by your side as much as he could, only being a few feet away when you went into rooms to try on clothes. The day was fast-paced and you were feeling overwhelmed by the fifth store. But not wanting to ruin the mood for everyone else you remained silent, following them from behind with a slower pace. After another three stores you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed to take a break. Walking up to Mina you tapped her arm, grabbing her attention before speaking, “I’m gonna go for a bit, don’t wait up for me.” She looked at you, concern in her eyes, before she answered, “Alright, call me if ya need anything.” You hummed in response as you turned around and left the group behind.

Once you were outside you could feel the tremors in your hands and the shaking of your knees. Katsuki wrapped an arm around your waist to help you stand better, knowing all too well that you were a fainter if things got too bad. You leaned against him, trying to find comfort as you felt an anxiety attack quickly approaching. He looked down at you, noticing your current state before coaxing you towards a bench and sitting you down. Sitting down helped your body relax a bit, but your mind was still racing. Your hands shook as you tried to voice that you needed help, but words refused to be formed. Looking up to Katsuki, you wordlessly asked for help, pleading with your eyes for him to sit next to you. He sat beside you on the bench and pulled you into his chest, gently embracing you. You hugged him tightly as you tried to bring your breathing back to a normal tempo. Hearing your heart beating in your ears was no help at all, though. The thudding through your mind only reminded you of how the stress was affecting your body. Katsuki placed his hand on your arms and lightly pushed you back, “Take deep breaths.” He orders. Nodding in understanding, you struggle to do as he says. Your breaths coming in sharp choppy gasps of air, trying to get oxygen to your body. He holds your arm firmly with one hand as the other tilts your face up to look at him. “Copy me.” he commands, as he begins demonstrating how he wanted you to breathe. Katsuki assisted you for the next twenty minutes, gently aiding you through your panic and rubbing your arms.

After what felt like forever, your breathing was finally stable and your tremors had lessened. “T-thank you, Katsuki.” you said, finally finding your words. He smiled down at you as he then asked, “Are you okay now?” You nodded. “Think you can get up?” “Yeah, I should be okay.” you replied. He stood up, holding out his arm for you. You smiled at him before taking his arm and standing. “Wanna go find your friends now?” He asks. You think for a short moment before you answer, “I think I’m ready to go back home, I feel alright now but I don’t think I’m well enough to keep going.” Katsuki nods before taking your small hand in his and walking you back home.

Once at home the both of you changed into some comfortable clothes, you in some sleep shorts and a large t-shirt, and Katsuki in some gray sweatpants. You sat on the living room couch and turned on the TV, soon feeling the couch dip as Katsuki sat next to you. You look at him with a small smile before scooting closer and leaning against him. For the rest of the day the two of you stayed in and watched TV while cuddling until you both fell asleep on the couch, you laying on Katsuki with your head on his chest and him with his head back on the couch and his arms wrapped around you.

#bnha #mha #mha bakugou #mha sero #mha mina #mha x reader #x reader #reader insert #gn reader #emotional support #werewolf #part 2 #idk what else to tag

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bilightningwriter-writing · 2 days

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Mangst 2024- Day 4

“Don’t look, you shouldn’t have to see this.”

Summary:

Hannah sees Sam's scars for the first time.

Notes:

Mild warnings for scars and mentions of torture, but it's somewhat brief. Went into hurt/comfort fluff territory again with this one. Characters: Sam- The Little Mermaid Hannah- Prince's fiance/bride Derrick (Mentioned)- Prince Dr Ismene- play on Dr Know-it-all, but more an easter egg than the character

Hannah’s POV

Hannah hurried into Evergreen Heart Medical Center. She wasn’t going to miss another one of Sam’s appointments. Honestly, it felt like he’d been telling her the wrong time on purpose. She couldn’t understand why Derrick had been told the right times while she’d always been able to catch just the tail end. Sam was her mate, too.

Speaking of whom, he looked surprised and startled to see her in the doorway.

“Hannah, what are you doing here?” Sam sounded casual, but his tense hands on his wheelchair arms gave him away. Having her here scared him.

“Derrick can’t make it so he told me when to be here instead.” she said as she came over to hug him. He was shaking, though he did cling to her when she went to pull away. “You okay?” she whispered, running her fingers through his hair.

He nodded, letting her go. Tense smile up at her. “Just would have appreciated more of a warning.”

Before she could ask why, Dr Ismene came in.

“Oh, hello, Hannah. Will your husband be joining us soon?”

She shook her head. “Just me today. Derrick had a work emergency.”

Sam snorted. “Yeah, his dad made a mess and left Derrick to clean it up. Again.”

“Glad to see you’re still your snarky self, Sam.” Dr Ismene laughed. “Now do you want help, or have you been able to do this on your own?”

“I can do it.”

Dr Ismene nodded. “I’ll be right back, then. You mentioned to the nurse you’re running low on ointment, correct?”

“Yeah. I’ve been trying to use less, like we talked about last name, but the pain gets worse when I do.”

She nodded again and walked out.

Sam took Hannah’s hand. “Don’t look, you shouldn’t have to see this.”

What? “See what?”

“My legs.”

“Oookay...?” She didn’t understand. “I’ve seen you naked before, Sam. If you’re concerned about your looks, I can assure you-

“Hannah.” He squeezed her hand. “You haven’t seen me since I came out of the Institution like this. And that’s been on purpose.” His smile didn’t meet his eyes. “Why else do you think I’m in this wheelchair?”

Hannah swallowed hard. She honestly hadn’t thought about it. She’d just been so happy to have him back. She squeezed his hand back. “I don’t care. You’re my best friend. Unless you tell me to go, I’m staying and I’m not going to look away.” Kissing his cheek, she leaned her forehead against his. “I want to help, if you’ll let me.”

“I just…” He let out a shaky sigh. “It’s not exactly easy to stomach. Even Derrick still has trouble helping me out.”

Kissing him softly on the lips this time, she pulled back, standing and offering him a hand. “Might as well rip the bandaid off, then. Or pants.”

He rolled his eyes at her, but took the offered arm, grabbing the side of the hospital bed for additional support.

Hannah did her best to stay as still and stiff as possible as he let go of the bed to undo his belt and pants. Seeing them drop so easily made her heart lurch, knowing he still had a long way to go before gaining enough to be a healthier weight. And then… Her heart broke as she finally registered what he’d been hiding from her for the past couple months.

Scars. Welts. Discoloration. Some skin was raised while parts looked like they’d gained permanent indentations. Incisions.

A hand was on her face, wiping away tears she only just realized were there.

“I’ll kill them.” she whispered. “Those fucking bastards.”

Sam laughed at that. “Language.”

Dr Ismene came in then, so Hannah sat down next to Sam on the edge of the bed. As she watched the routine exam, she tuned out a lot. She mostly just watched. Seeing every grimace Sam couldn’t hold back, every twitch sent through his legs as they checked his reflexes and movement. How bad had it been before? How long before they’d gotten him out had the Institution done this?

Before she knew it, the check-up was done. Dr Ismene left them with the promise of seeing them next week and prescriptions at the pharmacy to pick up.

Sam quietly asked for her help to get his pants back on. He looked worn out, even after just a half hour of mostly sitting and talking.

“Physical therapy is going to suck when we get there.” he grumbled.

Hannah didn’t answer, just ran her fingers through her hair and kissing the top of his head.

“Hey.” He stopped her from going to the back of his chair. “What’s wrong?”

She bit her lip, then asked, “When? When did they do this to you?”

Sam sighed, leaning back. He just looked at her for what felt like forever until finally, “After I saved Derrick from drowning.”

Her knees almost gave, a sob coming out. “Why?” She punched into the covers of the bed. “They had you back. You saved a life. Why just…” Her voice failed, too angry and upset to say anything else.

“Because they don’t like it when we’d try to run. And they wanted to know how I’d almost escaped. How the others did escape.” He shrugged, complete acceptance and resignation in his voice. “They didn’t want me getting out again and they wanted information.”

“Two birds with one stone.” Hannah said miserably.

Sam took her hand again. “Well, they got neither, so we’ve won, as far as I’m concerned.”

Hannah couldn’t bring herself to smile, but she squeezed his hand. “I’m glad at least one of us has a positive spin on this.”

He kissed the palm of her hand, making her blush. “I’m with you. And with Derrick. I can see my sisters again. The pack I made while in the Institution is safe. And they’re taking the Institution down. And we’ve got a blueprint to dismantle more of them, too.” He looked deep into her eyes. “You’re why I was able to hang on. I’m alive because of you. And I’m getting through this now because of you. How can I not be at least somewhat positive about this?”

Hannah blushed more. “Alright, let’s go home before I become flustered enough to make out with you in front of Dr Ismene’s next patient.”

“I mean, that is tempting.”

She ruffled his hair again as he laughed at her. Then she took the handles on the back of his chair, pushing him out of the room. Time to go home.

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trashytoastboi · 1 year

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Ima just place this here but; Hello! I thought of a scenario where the strawhats are getting chased by marines, and then one marine recognizes their crewmate and says "Hey arent you that person that masturbated in the backroom". And their crewmate is just embarrassed and wanting to crawl in a hole. I like to see their reactions. Anyways that's it from me.

Hiya!!🍞 This would be pretty funny I won't lie, mortifying for the person who got called out though. Also wishing you a happy new year and sorry for the long wait~ hope you enjoy🍀

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Headcanons: Marines chasing the Straw-Hat and recognized Reader as the person who masturbated in the back room.

Warning: NSFWish themes - nothing explicit.

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Peace and quiet were luxuries that pirates could not afford, the Straw-Hats in particular were often busy bodies getting caught in one situation or another. It was never a simple matter, constantly something crazy, full of conspiracy or other nonsensical things. And yet again, the crew found themselves in a situation being chased by the Marines... to make matters so much worse there was even an admiral on their tail. The crew had to run, speeding to try and get back to their ship, they weren't exactly sure as to how the Marines managed to surround them so stealthily. The only explanation would be that they had been under surveillance but surely the Marines weren't so capable to predict they would stay there?

The crew ran and suddenly are cut off by an advancing team heading towards them. A temporary standstill ensues. The Straw-Hats and the marines, neither seem to budge. One of the marines stared at {Name} intently before coming to a sudden realization. His fist lands on his hand, "Ah! That's where I remember you from!"

{Name} looked at him, tilting their head with obvious confusion. A strange man recognizing them? "You're the person that was masturbating in the backroom!" He said it with such conviction and certainty. Everything went quiet at such a statement and {Name} died- they wanted to crawl into the earth if they could. Nothing was so kind as to let them escape with their dignity intact.

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Robin📚 Bless Robin, the most mature and understanding of the lot. It was a normal thing to relieve oneself and shameful for a marine to be spying on something like that. Robin twisted her lips into a smile while openly mocking the marine and even calling him a pervert; shifting the sense of shame to him instead of {Name} while they silently thanked Robin for her outstanding save.

Nami🍊 Honestly not surprised, the amount of times you walk in on someone doing it on the ship happens more often than Nami cared to admit. Nor was it anything to be ashamed about, of course in this case having your actions publicly revealed was mortifying and she would be sharing in the same sentiment if it was her who had got revealed. Nami tried her best to support {Name} by electrocuting a fair amount of the marines, hopefully to the point of amnesia.

Brook 🎻 Very, very serious when he asks about the colour of {Name's} underwear to the marine, if that wasn't disturbing enough then maybe the moment when the marine confidently answered with the colour of {Name's} underwear was the worst. Especially hearing Brooks heartfelt approval of their colour coordination. After the little banter, Brook sheathed his sword with the usual elegance and stating so calmly, "You've been cut."

Franky 🤖 No sense of shame. Confusion if anything as to why {Name} was so embarrassed, in consideration he shared pretty explicit details of his usual routine when trying to blow off some steam... well before he was mostly mechanical parts and now he divulged his current routine and the unspeakable things he did with motor oil and cola.

Usopp 🏹 He is trying to ignore it, a little bit embarrassed but trying to hide it. It's not his business who does what, where and that's how it should stay. Although his growing paranoia is evident now that he knows about the hidden tranonders that were watching the crew. It's an uncomfortable thought and hopes he wasn't caught doing anything too embarrassing... then he remembers he did pick his nose a few times. Cue his shame.

Luffy 🍖 No clue, no care. Only time he showed an interest was when he heard the term 'Beat your meat', genuinely thought it was meat being tenderized. Felt absolutely betrayed when he found what it actually meant. His thoughts drift very off course from whatever he heard and honestly isn't too phased about it.

Sanji 🍽 Nosebleeds. He's running while lecturing the marines about gentlemen creed to not be so vulgar and spy on someone while doing something like that, even though he is wishing he could have seen it. Might trip and fall due to blood loss and need someone to carry him because he's a bit too delusional at the moment.

Zoro ⚔ More concerned about being chased by marines than the offhand announcement about one of them watching a crewmate masturbate. Doesn't get the embarrassing responses. Maybe it's a topic that leaves him a bit flustered but overall it's a pretty normal thing.

Jinbei 🥋 King of tact. He tries to get the rest of the group to ignore it in order to spare {Name's} feelings while they perish from the embarrassment. Has his priorities straight, trying to get away from the marines and the incoming admiral.

Chopper 🍭 Innocent baby, please protect. Chopper had to study the textbooks of human function and anatomy to be a doctor. It's not as if he's utterly clueless but when it's outside of medicinal of studying purposes he's a bit airheaded towards the topic, his mind is filled with medicine and candy floss and it should stay that way.

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jihyocentric · 1 year

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on the topic of nayeon getting flustered by jihyo's teasing, what abt jihyo calling nayeon at work while she's masturbating to get her to come home soon

about this ask but they're in a established relationship. and nayeon is in a rock band with unnie line here because i think it's hot.

jihyo didn't live with nayeon, yet nayeon's house was where she spent most of her free time.

as soon as she steps in, kookeu goes running to her, and jihyo smiles as he licks her face, his tail wagging energetically as jihyo pets him. he was just like his owner, loved jihyo's company and when she rubbed right behind his ears, making him bark softly as she talked to him in a sweet and high pitched voice, one that jihyo reserved for him and her cat, bbuyo, only.

jihyo makes lunch, uses nayeon's expensive kitchen tools that nayeon herself never used to make something tasty, she watches tv, cuddles with kookeu until he falls asleep on her lap, and tries to keep herself busy until nayeon arrives. the time never seemed to really pass and the seconds were slower than usual, making jihyo frustrated, because she was looking forward to seeing her girlfriend.

she understood that nayeon's agenda wasn't the same as hers, who worked from monday to friday religiously like a regular person. nayeon was an artist, a relatively famous one, and with that came the fateful consequence of having a messed up schedule. and jihyo understood, truly, but she longed for her girlfriend. more specifically, she longed her touches.

jihyo lets kookeu rest on the couch and walks to nayeon's bedroom. it was messy as always, but jihyo smiled and relished in the way the room was filled with nayeon's scent. the first thing she does is get nayeon's guitar off the bed and put it back in its place on the wall, where a steel support gripped it securely. jihyo made the bed, threw random papers that she guessed had no use away — keeping only the ones of which nayeon had written on.

she cleans the room fairly quick and lays on nayeon's now neat bed, sighing as her back hit the soft mattress, letting out an instinctive whine when she realizes it was still early and she still wanted nayeon badly. without thinking too much, jihyo touched her own chest over the clothes, letting out another sigh. her hands weren't as good as nayeon's nor as big, but they did the trick.

"am i seriously going to do this..." jihyo mutters to herself, regretting making the bed only for her to ruin it seconds later.

before she went on with it, jihyo decided to ask if nayeon was coming home anytime soon. she knew it was early, and that nayeon was most definitely still busy, but she had to know before she took care of herself with her own fingers instead of waiting for her girlfriend.

hyo: r u still at work? i miss you :(

nayeon took a while to reply. a full five minutes period, and that for jihyo, who was already dripping by the faint smell of nayeon in that room and the thought of pleasing herself on her girlfriend's bed in her absence, was entirely too long.

nayeon: miss you too

nayeon: just two more hours and i'll be dismissed

nayeon: wait for me babygirl ;)

jihyo rolled her eyes at the pet name, finding it lame, but it's what made her fall for nayeon, a part of nayeon's personality that jihyo grew to love.

two hours was more than jihyo could handle, and much to her shame, she was too aroused to wait for nayeon. if she had to wait for twenty minutes at max, it would be doable, but she couldn't ignore the growing wetness between her thighs for two entire hours. jihyo places her phone to the side and makes a quick work of her shirt. she didn't wear a bra, wanting to be comfortable while at home, and the shorts she wore were soon discarded. the panties receive the same fate as the rest of her clothes, falling to the ground.

after she started dating nayeon, jihyo didn't touch herself often. it was mostly because she slept at nayeon's quite frequently, and nayeon was like a starved puppy who couldn't get enough, so jihyo never had the need to touch herself, unlike now.

"fuck," jihyo whimpers at her own touch, two fingers twisting her hardened nipple and the others going straight to the middle of her thighs, touching the bundle of nerves that needed attention the most.

jihyo thought about what nayeon would think if she knew she was touching herself on her bed. she knew nayeon was easy to tease, and she also knew how much her band mates liked to tease nayeon whenever nayeon got flustered, and the thought of nayeon having to go on with her day knowing jihyo was touching herself on her bed made jihyo moan louder, getting incredibly aroused at her little lewd thought.

so jihyo did her worst and grabbed something nayeon liked to use on her. it had a thick girth, but it wasn't long enough to hurt and that was how jihyo preferred — mostly, that is. sometimes she liked for nayeon to make it hurt, but then again, nayeon wasn't there to do it the way jihyo liked, so jihyo picked the dildo they used the most instead of the biggest.

she called nayeon again, and as she waited she rubbed her clit, moaning softly at the stimulation, wanting to get filled soon but nayeon had to be able to watch, or else it'd be no fun.

"my babygirl!" nayeon says excitedly through the line, it's the first thing she says, and jihyo can't hold back a soft laugh.

"that's me." jihyo gives in to nayeon's antics. "are you alone?"

"jeongyeon is beside me, momo is... well, she was supposed to be here. sana vanished too." nayeon replies, and jihyo can hear jeongyeon teasing nayeon, the typical banter jihyo heard going on between them, all because nayeon was the only one with a girlfriend.

"can you go somewhere where you're alone?" jihyo asks softly, biting her lip to refrain a moan, not wanting to give away what she was doing so quickly.

"i can do anything you ask, babygirl, hold on a sec..." nayeon says and jihyo can even hear her steps. nayeon squeals for a second and then jihyo hears a thud. "i almost fell but i'm fine. and i'm alone now! just you and me, my baby. i locked myself in the bathroom."

"i'll turn the call into a video call."

it's all jihyo says, and then she places the phone on the desk, which was close to nayeon's bed, supporting it on a book so the angle was nice. then she holds the dildo in front of her core and her tummy, proving that it was big enough to make a mess of jihyo, and turns on the camera. nayeon gasps, unable to see jihyo's face fully but she could see the naughty smile on her angel's pretty face, and nayeon felt her cheeks burning.

"couldn't wait for you, daddy." jihyo says, grinding against the dildo. the way her clit brushes against the silicon shaft makes her sensitive and she whines, not naturally but sinfully, wanting nayeon to hear it, and if possible, come running to her. "can't you come home? i want you here to touch me..."

"that's unfair! you know i can't just leave work whenever i want!" nayeon whines and jihyo smiles at her girlfriend's flushed face. she decides to be even more evil and rises her hips, positioning her entrance against the tip of the dildo. "jihyo, don't you dare-"

"oh daddy," jihyo moans sensually and on purposefully as she lowers herself on the dildo, holding the base with a hand while she squeezes her breast with the other. "it feels so good," she rolls her hips, biting her lip when it sinks deeper. "but i bet it would feel better if it was attached to your strap."

"shit, shit, shit," nayeon curses as jihyo doesn't stop and keeps going, riding that shaft beautifully on her bed. nayeon feels desperate to touch her pretty girl, nearly drooling at the thought of having jihyo ride her like that, but jihyo doesn't seem to give her any attention as she focus on making herself come. "are you close, babygirl?"

"hmm," jihyo hums softly, bringing the hand that had been teasing her own nipples to her swollen clit, rubbing the slick covered bud softly, getting more worked up at the fact that nayeon was watching her. "i am, daddy. so, so close. wish i could come on your fingers... and your tongue."

nayeon all but growls. "make yourself come, pretty girl. daddy will reward you when she gets home," nayeon tells her, feeling slightly embarrassed when she does, because if anyone walked near that bathroom she was in, they'd hear everything.

jihyo feels her body spasm when she brings herself to the edge, letting out a hoarse moan that made nayeon's knees weak, her hips losing speed. jihyo lets the shaft settle deep inside of her, without strength to take it out, breathing messily for a few seconds. it's only then that she notices she'd made a mess of nayeon's bed. it was to be expected, but she didn't think she'd get nayeon's sheets that wet with both sweat and cum, but perhaps it would serve to remind nayeon of this naughty phone call when nayeon finally got home.

"think you can come home now?" jihyo asks, grabbing the phone from the desk, whimpering when the dildo moves inside of her.

nayeon grunts, wanting to bark out tough words and reprimand jihyo for her actions, but she could never. jihyo might be the one to call her daddy, but she still had nayeon on a chokehold. "i'll be there in fifteen."

#anon #nayeon #jihyo #nahyo #rockstar au #fill

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