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Apologies for disappearing just after the New Year, but going back to work drained me from all the energy. It's been a constant overtime and I am working this weekend as well. January appears to be tough at work, so I am not sure how much I can be here.
But will always be happy to chat or plot on discord, if that's something you'd like.
#[ ooc. ]#and we are understaffed in the seemingly busiest month#with deadlines that cannot be postponed#cannot get rid of the cold#like coughing for the third week#so things will be slow here#unless we get the substitute for a month#i ending up complaining#though that was not an intention#hot chocolate will def help#so i think i'll get myself a mug
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Hiya honey girl!
How are you doing? ♥️
I feel gay today, and I don’t have anyone to vent to, so it’s gonna be you I’m afraid
I feel so gay, I spent half the day looking longingly in the distance, and *sighing* wishfully
Do you ever feel like that?
Last week I bought a red rose from a dude in the street and offered it to a beautiful lady singer in a bar, and even if I don’t particularly want to see her again, it still felt good to do something chivalrous and lesbiany you know?
I like living my life on my own, but some days I wish I could do those romantic things with somebody, like holding hands and cuddling, and walking along the river, and maybe kissing a little.
Even if I’m happy by myself, sometimes I still yearn for the day I’ll have my own lady to offer my roses to 🥺
inkaaaa hi hi <3
I'm doing pretty good, in drastic need of a weekend. almost there!
!!! gay vents are always welcome here! oh to look longingly into the distance whilst sighing wishfully...
do I ever feel like that YES absolutely in fact while pondering my response I did just that asjdfkl okay I might ramble in the tags but yeah completely relate to be happy with life on my own but sometimes wishing it wasn't just me yeah I'm definitely going to ramble in the tags
offering a beautiful lady a rose I'm 🥺🥺 sometimes you just have to indulge in chivalrous lesbiany actions this is unavoidable. manifesting this for you, I hope all your rose offering yearnings come true!
#this is so sweet and very relatable alksdfjs#only opting to ramble in the tags instead of the response bc I feel like this is going to get long lol you've been warned#but yeah. definitely do feel the happy by myself but sometimes wish I could be sharing that time with others#sometimes if i'm watching tv I'll wonder what new shows or movies I'd be watching if someone else was here#instead of the same eight shows I just watch on rotation all year (this is bc I like them btw. it's just hard to watch new shows#without external motivation to do so)#or when I'm working on the blanket that's been in progress almost two years. I wonder if I'd be making it in someone else's favorite colors#lot of little thoughts like this. some are fleeting and others I tend to get stuck on a bit or overthink#like breakfast for example. would I eat breakfast more consistently if I was also making it for someone else? what if they prefer to eat#the same thing every day? i need variety but I could make sure we always have their favorite fruit or put their cereal box out to make it#easier. or if getting the cereal out is part of their routine i can make sure their favorite bowl is always clean#i find myself wondering which of my mugs would be their favorite? which of theirs would be my favorite?#yeah i'm an acts of service person can you tell. also quality time... can you imagine the shared floor time conversations#a lot of the time I picture myself doing the exact same thing like watching tv and playing switch or practicing music or even working#the biggest different is just that someone else would also be here doing their own thing#to scroll tumblr in silence from the same couch... sending each other posts even though we're both right there. I do miss that#even chores would be more fun and go quicker I think. racing to see if they can do the dishes faster than I can fold and hang laundry#tidying and putting our things together in shared spaces. seeing them side by side just like we are#making the bed together and putting each of our stuffed animals on our own side#or maybe I'd just make it so they have one less thing to worry about#I think i've exposed myself enough alskdfj but there are quite literally hundreds more where those came from#anyway who wants to admit they have a crush on me (kidding) (ish)#asks#oops after posting this is looks like way more tags than I thought it would sorry anyone who made it this far
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Since your requests are open I'll help myself 😋 Gojo's wife starts to have morning sicknesses, so she suspects that she's pregnant. She takes a test and finds out that she actually is pregnant. Would u please write gojo's reaction when his wife tells his that he's gonna be a daddy? 🥺💕 thanks you, please feed us with your delicious writing!!!
Also if you're not feeling well then please ignore this. Take care! Mwah^•^♡
weight — gojo satoru x f!reader
a/n: I hope you like this, luv 🥺💕 thank you so much for your kind words and take care of yourself as well! many kisses and hugs 🫶
“shoko, I need a place to hide!” you say, bursting into the infirmary. you take the small moment of shock that shoko is in to take a much needed breath.
“what did you do this time?”
you wordlessly raise the pregnancy test with slightly shaky hands and upon seeing it, shoko drops the poor sandwich she was eating. you close the door behind you before sitting down next her.
she smiles, “nice, I am going to be an aunt,” then she looks at you confused, “why are you hiding though?”
“I need time to figure out how I will tell him or more like—“ you look at the ceiling, “face him. he will probably figure everything out with his six eyes, but I don’t know how he will react,” you wrap your arms around yourself and shoko sighs.
“you guys didn’t talk about it yet?” she stands up and goes to get you a warm drink.
you gently rock yourself, “satoru already…has so much on his shoulders,” you bury your face in your arms, “I don’t want to add to that.”
she places the mug in front of you, “you do know that he got into this relationship willingly, right? you didn’t hold him at gunpoint or anything…or did you?”
you lightly punch her shoulders, but you take the mug, muttering a small thanks, “if anyone was held at gunpoint then it would be me.”
shoko chuckles and pats your head, “you need to be able to face him, y/n. he will find out anyway, and personally, I think you should have faith in his reaction more than that,” you lock eyes, “you know him more than anyone else, after all.”
your gaze falls to your drink. its surface is so still until you softly blow and it ripples, calm the chaos.
what if you don’t know satoru as much as you thought? what if having a kid will scare him away? as the strongest, your husband has so much on his mind 24/7. will he be able to handle a baby as well?
while a part of you tells you that your husband is no coward nor is he so fragile, the other can’t help but think that perhaps this love story of 12 years will reach its end, a very tragic end even.
with the creation of a new life, ends a lifetime of feelings and events.
you snap out of your thoughts when you notice shoko shooing you into the closet room.
you hear the door open and you have a guess who it is. he makes himself known anyway, “shoko, have you seen y/n?”
shoko quirks an eyebrow and gojo huffs, “okay, fine, I know she is here, but is she mad at me? did I do something?”
you have a feeling that he is looking directly at your eyes even through the closet’s door as he speaks, “y/n, I will take you out anywhere. I don’t know what I did, but let me make it up to you. I hate when you’re upset with me, sweets.”
he is frowning lightly as he stares at the closet with hope. shoko sighs before walking out of the room, but not without patting his shoulder.
the door closes and satoru speaks up again, “can you please come out so we can at least talk about it?”
he hears your sigh and beams when you finally get out of the room, “there is my pretty girl.”
he has a flower bouquet in hand and he is looking at you so intently, but you don’t think he noticed the life growing inside of you now. he is far too focused on making you forgive him for whatever he did. you take a deep breath and look him in the eyes.
your hand moves and finally rests on your stomach.
his brows furrow lightly before his eyes widen. satoru’s breath hitches just like it did during your wedding. he places the bouquet aside before looking quickly between your eyes and stomach, “you are…”
you grip your own hands, nodding. tears start forming in your eyes till they finally fall and cries are what he sees now. your knees give out on you and you fall to the ground, now sobbing.
you are looking at the ground as you cry and hug yourself tighter, bracing yourself for whatever is coming.
satoru, almost instantly, finds himself on his knees in front of you.
his arms, like it’s second nature, pull you close into a warm and secure hug, “hey, hey,” he pats your back, a little clumsily, “if you don’t want it then it’s fine. you know I care about you the most,” his voice shakes a bit, “don’t cry please, you’re breaking my heart—“
“I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry,” you repeat a mantra of the same phrase as you pull him even closer. satoru cups your face and the moment you’re met with the pair of blue eyes you love so much, you break down more, “I know you—probably don’t want it but—“
he tilts his head, utterly confused and maybe even offended, “what are you talking about? of course, I want it!”
the room is silent for a moment as you process what he says. it’s like a massive weight has been lifted off your shoulders. you let out a shaky breath as you look down at your hands.
satoru rests his forehead on your own. his voice is soft and barely above a whisper as he speaks, “it’s our baby.”
the content smile on his face is almost unreal, “why in the world would you think that I wouldn’t want it anyway?” and somehow the pout on his face assures you even more.
your arms wrap themselves around his torso and you rest your head on his shoulder, “it’s just—I thought it would be burdening you with yet another responsibility. you have the world on top of your shoulders. how am I better than anyone if I weigh down even if it’s a different type of weight.”
“is it a weight for you?” he asks, voice hushed.
“of course not! I want—“ you answer immediately.
“there is your answer,” he chuckles and you look at his face once again.
you notice that he is tearing up. your satoru is tearing up, and the blindfold isn’t there to hide it nor are the glasses.
his eyes never leave yours as he says, with no waver on his voice, “I would pick you over everything else, every single time and in every single universe, silly girl.”
“you should know that already,” he flicks your forehead but the smile never leaves his face.
a soft laugh tumbles out of his lips as he pulls you in for a big bear hug, his form completely engulfing your own.
he fills tears stain his shirt, but he can only focus on your smile he feels on his skin and the fact that he voice out loud, “I will be a dad,” he sighs with contentment.
“and it’s all because of you,” he raises your face and nuzzles your noses together making you giggle, “we're going to be parents, you sweet pretty thing.”
satoru’s lips find themselves on your own in one very sweet and loving kiss. it’s soft, light, and gentle. yet it conveys all the words that he can’t get out at the moment.
when you pull away slightly, he quickly pulls you back for another, “I love you so much.”
he places a hand on your stomach, “and you too.”
“but don’t think I will share mama with you,” he sticks his tongue out at it, “she is mine!”
the baby is not even out of the womb, and yet he is already bickering with it.
you laugh and your chest feel so light. you kiss his cheek and his pout turns into a grin almost immediately. you hum, “infinity and beyond?”
his hand holds your own and he caresses your ring, “infinity and beyond.”
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@helen-with-an-a wanted it... you all have to suffer
You hardly keep something from Lucy. There were a few times you didn't tell her things. The time you broke her favorite mug. Then when you started dating Georgia. Oh – and the time you got mint jelly all over her first Olympic Jersey. So you keeping something from her felt incredibly wrong to you. You didn't LIKE to keep things from her. But you also were a person that need to prove to yourself that you can achieve things without the name Bronze or without Lucy. That's why you kept all this from her. You were living in Barcelona now – Barcelona was your home. It was where your Family was. Lucy. Keira. Ona. Alexia. Mapí. All them spaniards (and Jenni the lanky half-Mexican from the bad area from Spain) you love more than life and that you would give your life without a second thought. So keeping one of the biggest thing in your life from your sister was hard. And it got significant harder once the others caught on that something was going on with you. You talked to Georgia a lot. You finished school in summer and you knew you just had to ask Alexia and you immediately would have a job at Barca but you wanted more. Yes, you were good at analytics and tactics but you wanted to help on a different level. So your girlfriend suggested you would start to train to be a physio but true to Bronze fashion you wanted more. You wanted what Lucy did – you wanted to study and you wanted to understand the human body and the movements and the muscles and the tendons and... everything.
So you looked up some courses at Unis in England when Georgia suggested you should probably look in Barcelona. Barcelona had excellent Universities and you did found something that would go in the direction you wanted so you wrote an application and to your big surprise you got accepted. You hoped that it wasn't because of the name Bronze but on the other hand you didn't really care when you opened the letter. You immediately called Georgia who was at training but called back ASAP once she saw the 31 missed calls from you thinking something has happened.
“Hola Cari” you heard Alexia entering the meeting room where you were hiding most of the trainings theses days working on your paper for “school”
“Hola” you squeaked and slapped your laptop shut panicked
“Are you okay Cariño?” the blonde raised an eyebrow at your weird acting
“Sí... mi bueno... mucho bueno” you nodded fast your hand still on your laptop
“We taught you better than that” Alexia huffed slapping the back of your head lightly “... what are you doing in here anyway?”
“Nothing” you answered quickly pushing the laptop a little away so Alexia couldn't snatch it away
“You weren't watching porn were you?” the blonde asked seriously still a little carefully
“WHAT??” you looked at her bewildered “NO!!”
“I mean I would understand....” Alexia said carefully “... you and Georgia... long distance”
“Oh ew...” you scrunched up your nose “.. please stop talking about... what I do or don't do with my girlfriend”
“Then what are you doing?” the blonde pushed again trying to grab your laptop
“Hello?? Privacy??!!!” you exclaimed jumping up from your chair pulling the electronic device to your chest as you took a few steps back to get some distance between you and the catalan
“Please..” Alexia snorted chuckling “... you should know there's hardly any privacy around this dysfunctional familia... how often did you walk in on Ona and Lucy now?”
“Yeah well.. I want my privacy now... so can you just leave?” you whined before you mumbled “... seven times”
“Cari....” the blonde said softly “... I don't know what you're doing but it's nothing dangerous right?”
“No... it's just something I need to do by myself” you said seriously
“If you need help you know you can come to any of us right?” Alexia said firmly
“I know...” you nodded “... I promise I'll tell you soon okay.. I just... need to figure it out myself first”
“Okay... I trust you that there won't be Police on the side one day trying to take you away” the blonde said “... if your sister asks... do Maps a favor and say you did indeed watch porn”
With that Alexia left you alone and you looked shocked at the door that just fell shut
“Hey Bubs..” your sister greeted you as you entered the locker room
“Hey” you grumbled back
“Woah... what's wrong Bits?” Keira now perked up from the opposite side giving you a once over if you sported any new bruises or wounds
“Nothing” you grumbled proceeding to stuff your laptop and some papers in your personal Barcelona Bag
“Bubs... talk to me” Lucy said softly when she came over to sit next to your cubby – yes you had your own cubby gifted by the Barca captains themselves
“What's there to talk... not an INCH of privacy in this godforsaken place...” you grumble subtly fixing the rim of your shirt
“What?” your sister said dumb folded not catching on
“Bitsy speak up... your sister doesn't get it... as usual” Keira said rolling her eyes already “knowing” what happened
“I have needs okay... my girlfriend is thousand miles away...” you looked at Lucy faking to be upset “... ALL of you should have been at training... ALL... yes ALL... except for Mrs. Alexia “I can do whatever I want because I'm La Reina” Putellas... SHE doesn't have to train... she's sooooo good... newsflash... your one touch is lacking”
“Woah whoa whoa whoa...” Lucy held her hands up in a calming matter “WHAT are you talking about?”
“I have NEEDS Luce...” you huffed
“What do you need? Can I help somehow??” your sister asked confused and you heaved
“She was watching porn Lucy... or a video from G getting herself off” Keira now interrupted dryly
“Oh my god!!” Lucy exclaimed shocked.. and disgusted.. but mostly shocked
“HA!!!” you heard Mapí exclaimed victoriously
“María” you heard a second voice smirking when Ingrid slapped her girlfriend and shot her a death glare
“NEVER say anything like this again” Lucy coughed after she gagged loudly “You are my little sister... you die a virgin because you don't HAVE a sex life”
“Oh but I...” you started nonchalantly
“Bitsy” Keira interrupted you in a warning tone “No”
“But...” you whined
“Do you really want me to come over and we discuss that in private?” Keira challenge you with a raised eyebrow
“No no... I'm good.... thank you” you said quickly when you got a glimpse of the clock
“SHIT... I'm late” you quickly threw the rest of your stuff in the bag and sprinted towards the exit just to get stopped by Alexia
“Late for what?” the blonde catalan blocked the door
“Not your business” you said getting slightly angry trying to push past her
“You really think you can push me over?” Alexia looked down at you crossing her arms in front of her chest
“I know your weak spot...” you said dangerously calm “... don't make me hurt you Alexia... let me go”
You and Alexia got into a little stare off before the blonde took a step to the side letting you hastily fly through the door
“You letting her leave? Alexia!” Lucy exclaimed confused
“Something tells me the Cari has some things to figure out” the catalan said softly
“Ehrm.. Amor?” Ona now speaks up being a little shady
“Sí?” Lucy looked at her girlfriend after she processed what Alexia said
“Please tell me you have the Car keys” Ona asked already knowing the answer
“No... I gave them to you...” your sister shook her head bewildered
“Yeah... about that...” her girlfriend scratched the back of the neck “... I think Bebita took them”
“WHAT???” Lucy yelled shocked starting to pull her clothes from her bag again looking for her car key
“No no no no no no” your sister whined after she reached the bottom of her bag “Noooooohooooo”
“She got you again Bronze?” Keira smirked evilly
“Shut it Walsh” Lucy grumbled as she fell down on the bench “... you can give us a lift?”
“Sure thing” Keira laughed “... but you better move your ass... you know I'll leave without you and just drive your girlfriend home.... and when we're at yours we pass the time by painting our nails and talk about your performance... the not on the pitch performance”
“You are an evil EVIL woman Walsh” your sister grumbled and stuffed her trainings stuff back into her bag
“Sorry for being late... got held up at... work” you panted entering the classroom now everyone looking at you
“I'll let it slide this time but only because you are one of the Best in this course” your Teacher Mrs. Hernandez looked at you strictly and then nodded her head towards your place and you quickly scrambled to sit down and pull out your papers and sat up your laptop “... and you can start with explaining your paper you better have finished since last lesson”
“Yeah.... about that... my... dog ate it” you scratched the back of your neck embarrassed
“Your... dog ate it??” the dark haired woman asked confused raising an eyebrow
Truth was... Narla didn't ate it. You worked on that paper and you finished it. In Munich. At your girlfriends apartment. On your second laptop. That was still in Munich.
“Yeah....” you tried to grin innocent resulting in a pained grimace
“How about we try the truth?” the woman asked fixing you with a glare
“Damn... you're just like Ale...” you mumbled but then cleared your throat “... I forgot it in Munich and my dearest is to... untechnical to get through me safety settings sooooo...”
“So you have time to go on holiday to Germany instead of studying?” Mrs. Hernandez asked
“No no no... I do study” you said quickly “... my girlfriend lives in Munich and no one except for her know that I'm doing this so whenever I know my familia is home I flee to Munich so I can have my peace and quiet and know one will see what I'm doing because... I don't want them to get involved before I passed this class”
“Now that's a reason I can get behind” the dark haired woman nodded understanding before she fixed you with a glare once again “... I want BOTH papers before next lesson starts on my desk in printed form”
“Sí... gracias” you nodded quickly already planning your next trip to Germany
“Aitana…” you said quietly
“Sí?” the small catalan asked confused
“I need your help….” you whispered looking around so no one would hear you “… I can offer you a deal”
“Aha” Aitana took a step back
“You teach me catalan…. I teach you English” you mumbled quickly
“I don’t need helping in English” the catalan looked confused
“You say things like “you work or no work”…. “ you deadpanned
“Yes… she was at every game” Aitana looked even more confused
“Firstly it’s rude and secondly it’s not English” you rolled your eyes “… sooooo… we have a deal?”
“Why you don’t need helping from Alexia?” the small player asked
“She’ll ask questions that I can’t answer right now….” you mumbled “… and you definitely need help with English”
“Okay…” Aitana shrugged her shoulders and that was the start of the most chaotic private lessons existing to this day.
“Bitsy... we need to talk” Keira said pulling you away after training a week later
“What? Why? I did nothing?” you said quickly a little scared
“Sit” the englishwoman gestured to one of the seats in the stands and you promptly sit down “So... what's going on?”
“Huh? Nothing?” you asked confused
“Bitsy... you never lied to me... okay once but that was technically okay since it was a surprise party” Keira said firmly “... so I'll humor you and ask again... what's going on?”
“Nothing I swear” you held your hands up in a defending manner
“For weeks now you're different... your mind is somewhere else... you hardly participate in pranks with them nutcases anymore... you fly an AWEFUL lot out to Munich... you spend hardly any time with Lucy, Ona, Alexia or me for the matter... so... what's going on.. you and G okay?” your “Mom” asked her voice showing a little concern
“Oh... OH...” you exclaimed “... yeah... all good”
“And???” Keira looked at you with that “go on”-look
“And nothing... all good” you smiled standing up for Keira to pull you right back down
“Y/n” she warned you and you know you are basically fucked
“I promise all is good... but..” you started with a little wince “... I can't talk about it... not right now... I promise everything is okay and I will tell you eventually just not... now”
“Okay...” the blonde said after she studied your face for a minute “... you know I trust you Bitsy and when you say you're okay I believe you... BUT.. if you got trouble I want you to come to me okay...”
“I promise Kei.. that's just something I have to do on my own... FOR me” you said seriously and Keira nodded slowly
“Okay... just promise me you didn't get pregnant or married... Lucy would get a stroke” Keira smiled slightly
“PREGNANT????” you screeched causing several heads to whip in your direction making Keira burst out laughing
“BUBS???!!!” Lucy yelled over shocked
“NO!!!! NO!!!!” you shook your head panicked as your sister started to come over to you and Keira
“You know she's gonna make you do a test right?” Keira wheezed out when she saw Lucys face
“I'm not pregnant” you squeak out your sister now coming up resting against the railing her eyebrows raised
“Then you won't have anything against taking a test right?” Lucy looked at you
“Told you” Keira bursted out laughing again
“You can take a test” you grumbled sinking lower in that uncomfortable plastic chair
“I'm pretty confident I'm not the one who just yelled Pregnant over the whole pitch...” your sister said in a matter of fact voice “... Alexia is already on her way to get one”
“I'm NOT taking a pregnancy test” you glared at Lucy
“So... you have something to hide then” Lucy poked your ego
“No... but I'm not supporting your stupidness” you shot back while Keira nearly fell of the chair clutching her torso laughing
“You are in a very.... difficult age Bubs....” your sister started slowly “... your hormones...”
“GOOOOOD” you groaned “... please stop.... Keira.... make her stop”
“Oh no... this is very entertaining” the blonde laughed at the uncomfortable look on Lucys and the disgusted look on your face
“You just take the test Bubs and we're good” Lucy said shrugging her shoulders not really wanting to have this conversation
“Luce... I'm NOT pregnant...” you said seriously “... G is good but not THAT good”
“Oh gooooood...” now your sister groaned while Keira interrupted into a new round of laughter
“Hey Alexia” you strolled up to the Barca capitan after a gym session several weeks later
“Yes Cari?” Alexia breath slightly labored as she wiped her face with a towel
“What are you doing next Thursday??” you asked slightly nervous
“Nothing I think... I have to check my planner but I don't think I have anything planned why?” the blonde catalan said after she thought about it for a second
“Could you and Olga maybe... be there...” you asked quietly pulling out a scrunched up piece of paper with an address and a time scribbled on it
“Ehrm... okay... can I ask why?” Alexia looked confused as she took the paper from you
“Just.... it's something important to me... so... please?” you shuffled nervously from left to right
“Okay... okay we'll be there” the blonde smiled softly feeling the nervous energy radiating from you “Thank you... casual chic... or just chic.... whatever you feel like” you mumbled quickly before you basically run from the gym
“Oh Cari.... what have you done now?” Alexia huffed lightly as she watches you leave and started to collect her things
“Luce??” you yelled as soon as you opened the door “Ona?”
“Living room” you heard your sister yelling back
“OKAY” you yelled back kicking your shoes down the hallway
“Why do you two always have to yell?” Ona groaned
“Love language” Lucy shrugged and grinned “…. When she yells I know she’s okay”
“Sooooo….” you said a little carefully
“Sooooo?” your sister asked sitting on the couch Onas head in her lap
“You free next Thursday?” you shuffled around nervously
“Think so…. Why?” Lucy looked at you expectantly
“Just… be there at 7” you said quickly and threw another scrunched up piece of paper at them and quickly made your exit
“Bubs” your sister yelled after you while Ona unfolded the piece of paper that hit her on the forehead
“What is it?” Lucy looked down on her girlfriend
“It’s an address” the catalan said confused
“I swear if she caused trouble and that’s a court date…” your sister grumbled
“It’s the Universities address” Ona said as she looked up from her phone as she googled the address
“University?” Lucy asked bewildered
“Yes…” the blonde showed her girlfriend the screen
“What the… BUBS??!!!” your sister yelled
“She’s not home!!!!” you yelled back from your room
“Stop being a Twat and get your ass in here” Lucy groaned
“No….” you whined
“Y/n Tough Bronze” your sister hollered
“Lucy… let her be…” Ona said softly “… it obviously took a lot for her to ask us to be there – so don’t squeeze informations out of her”
“I just want to know what’s going on….” Lucy defended herself
“Lucia…” the catalan warned
“Yeah okay…” your sister huffed
“Hey Kei….” you said appearing out of nowhere next to the blonde English woman
“Jesus Christ” Keira exclaimed shocked clutching her chest “DON’T do that”
“What?” you looked confused
“Don’t appear out of thin air like this” the blonde exclaimed
“I literally walked down the sideline… not my fault you don’t pay attention to your surroundings” you shrugged
“I was talking to Vicky” Keira throws her arms in the air
“Not my fault she’s not paying attention to your surroundings” you waved off
“What do you want pest?” the blonde rolled her eyes
“Next Thursday… 7PM… be there” you fished another paper out of your pocket just as scrunched up as the ones you handed out before
“And why would I want to be there?” Keira ask confused
“Just… please?” you said shyly
“Okay” the blonde huffed knowing by your reaction that it was important to you
“Thanks Kei” you smiled
“Always Bitsy” Keira smiled back softly
“You ready Babe?” Georgia asked fixing the tie around her neck
“I can’t do this…” you said panicked pulling on your robe
“Stop” your girlfriend said firmly grabbing your shaking hands
“I can’t G… I just can’t… everyone will be there…” your breathing labored
“Breath….” Georgia said calmly
“You don’t understand” you started again just to get interrupted
“… you are nervous… I do understand that… but you worked so hard… you sacrificed so much…” your girlfriend talked lowly “… you showed that even off the pitch you come out on top… you are the best of the class… I am so proud of you and everyone else will be too”
“But what if they’re mad I kept this from them…” a new wave of anxiety hits you “… Lucy gonna be so mad”
“Baby…” Georgias voice strict “… no one is gonna be mad… not Keira… nor Ona… and definitely not Lucy… you worked your ass off and you deserve it more than anyone”
“I need to hold a SPEECH!!!! A SPEECH G!!!” you squeak
“I know…” your girlfriend smiled softly “… and you’ll absolutely smash it”
“IN CATALAN G!!!” you screeched
“And you learned to speak catalan from the best…” Georgia smiled
“I…. guess….” you calmed down slightly
“See… you are prepared… and pretty…. So so pretty” your girlfriend smiled pressing a soft kiss to your lips
“I don’t…” you started
“No… we will go there… you get your diploma and then we leave… we getting a pizza at the shop down the road and then we celebrate your bachelor degree” Georgia said keeping her voice soft
“Pizza sounds good” you mumbled
“See… we just quickly go and pick up that piece of paper and get pizza” your girlfriend shrugged smiling and gently pushed you towards the door
“Alexia …” Lucy said surprised “… what are you doing here? What is this? You know what this is?”
“Cariño invited Olga and me…” Alexia looked at her teammate “… and no… no idea”
“Kei… do you have…” your sister turned around having spotted her ex
“… no idea” Keira interrupted Lucy rolling her eyes
“Then what are we doing here?” Lucy asked bewildered
“You’re here to support a person that’s important to you and you are important to her…” Georgia said appearing next to Keira “… she’s fucking nervous as it is so all of you pull it together and support her”
“Where did you come from?” your sister looked at Georgia pure confusion on her face
“From the champagne stand over there” your girlfriend pointed to a little bar with her glass “… it’s free and I thought… Eeh.. why not”
“Spill Stanway” Lucy growled getting upset
“Not in a million years…” Georgia snorted “… you’ll have to wait and see… I don’t know what your plans are but I’m going to me place now”
“I can’t believe she ignored me…” your sister started as Keira started to snort
“… you growling at her like a toothless puppy?” Keira asked “She knows you’re all bark no bite by now Luce”
“I am intimidating!!” Lucy exclaimed
“Yes Amor… so intimidating” Ona smirked and started to follow Georgia
“I AM!!” your sister shouted after the group
“I am” Lucy mumbled to herself now trotting after the others finding her place
“I can’t believe…” Lucy said shocked looking up to the stage where you were currently holding your speech in catalan
“…. She pulled that off?” Georgia helped out
“That she really …. she got a bachelors degree now…” your sister said in disbelieve
“She worked her ass off for it…” your girlfriend hummed “… the amount of times I found her at the kitchen table in the morning fast asleep on her papers… she really worked for it Luce”
“I… we… we all would’ve helped…” Lucy whispered given up already trying to understand what you were saying due to it being catalan “… why didn’t she say anything?”
“She was scared she could fail and that you’d be disappointed in her…” Georgia said remembering how often she herself tried to get you to talk to Lucy “… she said if she did fail no one but me would be disappointed”
“What a truck load of bullshit” Lucy grumbled
“I know… it still doesn’t change the fact that she wants to meet your goals Lucy… you are so fucking important to her…” your girlfriend said lowly “… the thought she could fuck up nearly broke her”
“Can you two shut up… I’m listening to the Cariño speech” Alexia sneered from two seats down
“I don’t understand anything anyway “ Lucy shot back
“Maybe if you’d listen you would’ve noticed her saying that she couldn’t have done it without the upbringing you provided her with because you taught her to fight no matter the outcome and that everything she achieved was because of you being her role model” Alexia said her voice low
“She did?” your sister asked perplex
“Yes….” Ona said tears in her eyes “… yes she did”
“But I…” Lucy looked around for help
“You showed her the world Lucy… from the moment I met you two it was clear that you were HER world… you just never realized how much…” Keira said softly “… none of us could ever reach the podium she holds you on… you two always were more than just sisters… you two always had something special”
“I…” your sister was at loss for words as you ended your speech and received your diploma smiling widely
“You are her everything Luce…” Georgia smiled clapping her friends back “… just like she is yours”
“Sooooo…” you slandered up to your girlfriend “… about that pizza….”
“Yeah I think we can kiss that idea goodbye…” your girlfriend smirked nodding behind you
“So proud of you” you recognized the voice of your sister as she pulled you into a bone crushing hug “so fucking proud”
“Lucy…” you groaned your voice strangled “… need air”
“Lucy” Keira warned “… no killing tonight”
“I’m just proud!! Can’t I be a proud sister for once?” Lucy asked flabbergasted still holding onto you tightly
“Air” you squeak out hitting your sister wherever you could reach her
“Amor…” Ona said softly prying Lucys arms away from around you “… others want to be proud too”
“I have first proud right!!!” your sister said
“Yes you do and you already showed her how proud you are” the small catalan said softly while you where holding onto your girlfriend coughing hard
“But not enough” Lucy said confused
“Plenty enough” you wheezed out as Georgia patted your back softly
“We need to celebrate” your sister suddenly exclaimed
“I already…” you started but get fixed by a glare from Keira, Alexia and Ona “… haven’t planned anything” you said quickly
“Mhm…. Thought so Bits…” Keira said eyebrow raised “… you know the tradition”
“Keiraaaaaa… come ooooon” you whined immediately knowing what she implemented
“Oh no… it’s tradition” the blonde smirked
“What?” Alexia asked confused
“Every time Bitsy came home with good grades at the end of a school year we would celebrate it and she was given the honor to pin it on the fridge” Keira smiled
“I’m not in middle school anymore” you continue to whine
“Oh I don’t care… university is school… you have good grades… tradition it is” the blonde English woman shrugged her shoulders and you knew you lost the battle – and the war.
“Ugh… so unfair” you huffed
“I’ll let you have a second cheat day this week Cari… this achievement is reason enough to eat whatever you want” Alexia pulled you into a side hug
“So generous” you grumbled “… you do realize I can eat whatever I want whenever I want”
“Oh I know Cariño…” the catalan smiled and you saw you were close to the magical line that would make her snap “… I also know you wouldn’t dare to do that because you knew I would let you run laps until your lung comes out”
“A second cheat day sounds amazing” you squeaked
“Thought so” Alexia smirked pinching your cheek
“Come on Bebita…. Let’s go home” Ona smiled grabbing your hand softly
“But G comes too…” you said as you let Ona pull you along
“Of course…” the catalan smiled and that’s how your bachelor’s degree ended up pinned to Lucys and Onas fridge making Lucy smile proudly every time she saw it.
Y/n Tough Bronze – Bachelor in Physical Activity and Sport Sciences
#lucy bronze x reader#keira walsh x reader#ona batlle x reader#woso image#lucy bronze#barca femeni#georgia stanway x reader#alexia putellas x reader
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"Cold cloths, warm hugs" Jason Todd x gn!reader
A/N: My first ever Jason x reader fic whaaat! I have such a soft spot for this guy ugh <3 also this is so fluffy and silly, I'll see myself out!
Warnings: not proofread, swear words, Jason is feeling unwell so a mention of headaches? use of painkillers
Summary: You and Jay have a night off, what could possibly go wrong? (fluff, hurt/comfort-ish)
Word count: 850 +
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You were in the middle of watching some kind of lighthearted show on your night off. Jason had a night off as well, the two of you had been sitting on a couch and simply enjoying each other’s presence. Jason had been reading a book curled up next to your tucked figure, as your back was leaning against the opposite arm of the couch. Unexpectedly his reading session got disturbed. At least you thought so since he had gotten up from the couch, tossed his reading glasses aside on the coffee table and went to the kitchen without a word. At least 5 minutes had passed, and he didn’t return.
“Hey- you alright in there?”
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“-Yup, just a sec.”
He didn’t sound very convincing. His response seemed wavering, and it was enough to make you a bit wary. As you didn’t want to possibly annoy him with your raised voice, not knowing the problem yet, instead of shouting from the sofa, you went to check on him.
His head was hanging low as he was standing with his hands resting on the counter. There was an unscrewed bottle of painkillers and a now empty, wet glass. You went behind him and put your hand on the small of his back.
“What’s going on baby?” Your heart ached at the sight.
“--Headache.” He whispered through gritted teeth. His tone made you uptight.
“I- I- gotta lie down.”
“-can you get me a cold-- towel? Please…” He spoke quietly while turning to go to your bedroom. Your hand dropped to your side.
“Course. You’re nauseous?”
He slightly leaned on the doorframe before going further away from you. He shut his eyes as the light hit his face when leaving the kitchen.
“Yeah…”
He then faltered to rest up.
“Shit.” You cursed under your breath putting your head in your hand when he left.
You were hoping that you’d have a calm evening for once, you deserved to have it. It’s been a while since something bothered Jay to that degree, whether it was a patrol injury or sickness, and the fact that he was hurting on his day off made you genuinely irritated.
On the positive side – at least he didn’t try to hide the fact that he was feeling unwell. He also asked for some help without much frustration. It took months to get to this point, but encouraging Jay to open up and communicate more has been paying off. Grief-stricken conversations still happen every so often. Hell, it would be beyond belief if they weren’t happening considering the extent of past trauma that Jason has suffered through.
But his mental health really did improve over the months of you two dating.
You put on the kettle to make him a nice warm cup of tea. With the help of a stool, you managed to find his old but beloved wonder woman mug. It took some digging in your cabinet that really needed a proper cleanup. When the tea had been made you moved on to rummage through your closet to find a cloth for a cold compress. Placing three cubes of ice in between the layers was enough to make the cloth cold.
“Babe did you drink cof—“ you stopped halfway through your whispered question when you were walking into your shared bedroom.
You suddenly stopped in your tracks realizing your possible mistake. Jay was already dosing off, curled under a blanket. His lips were slightly parted. There was a noticeable change in his posture, there was less tension within his upper body, his arms seemed more relaxed than before. You didn’t think he would be falling asleep this fast, but you figured the headache must have been bad and that the painkillers actually started to kick in.
The sight made you sigh as you’ve been unnoticeably holding in your breath. You tiptoed to his bed side table and put down his mug of steaming tea. You then carefully kneeled down next to the bed in order to place a compress on his forehead without startling him too much. You gently pressed it onto his skin, making sure to place it slightly over his eyelids.
“That feels so nice.” He muttered.
“Shhh ignore me and go to sleep.”
“I don’t wanna ignore you--, come here.”
You stood up and walked around the bed. Before joining Jay, you opened the window to let some fresh air into the room.
“Baby please…”
“’Kay ‘kay I’m coming.”
You carefully crawled under his blanket and big spooned him.
“You know what? I can already feel the headache going away just cause you’re hugging me.” He continued verbilising his loopy thoughts.
“Oh yeah? It must be some kind of magic.”
“Yeah, it’s Y/N’s magic.”
“Just don’t tell on me. Peeps might burn me at the stake.”
“Fuuuuuuck no I wouldn’t let them.”
“Oh, I know you wouldn’t big guy. ” you said running your hand through his hair.
Jay rolled to his side to embrace you in a hug. He nuzzled his face into your chest and sighed with relief.
“JACE that’s cold! Stop it!” you winced and laughed as the compress touched your warm skin.
“It wouldn’t feel so cold if you weren’t so hot.”
“I think we gotta check your temperature…”
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Stay whelmed xx
Tori
#Jason Todd x reader#red hood#red hood x reader#jason todd x you#jason todd imagine#red hood imagine#dc comics#jason todd fluff#red hood fluff#dc imagine#jason todd x reader#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x gender neutral reader#dc x reader#dc x you
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Can you write about a female reader giving Han a blowjob under a desk and then ALMOST getting caught by changbin? (Make han spit in her mouth too😍) I’ve read something like this before and I can’t find it anymore so can you write it? 😭 I will literally love you forever if u write this😭💕
I debated with myself for a few days about writing this or not because I actually don't take requests but... you asked nicely and the idea is hot, so I'll elaborate a bit, yeah? (spoiler: I got carried away) maybe try to pone it differently next time!! 🩷 you could start with "imagine giving Han a blowjob under a desk and..." nonetheless, thank you for thinking of me when asking for this delicious scenario, I had a lot of fun!! now you have to love me forever :)
He can't stop thinking about it... from the way creamy toothpaste was all around your lips this morning, how they delicately rested on your mug to sip your preferred beverage for breakfast, how they pronounced his name and pursed to kiss him when he left to work... Jisung does try to wrap a hand around his cock when he's finally alone but he specifically needs your mouth to do it today.
And it was so frustrating having people continuously asking him if he was alright all morning, with his face flushed, sweating, adjusting his clothes every two seconds, and the day goes on and he can't stop the patting and tugging between his legs as if to shoo away his rock hard erection.
So he just... calls you, in the end. He doesn't know what else to do. And he kind of fools you into thinking that he's his not so uncommon soft and pleading kind of needy self, making you feel guilty for not being there with him, taking care of the little problem that poor clueless you caused, so you decide to help. There's nothing more important than your sweet boyfriend, right? It's just that when you get there and knock on the door of his studio he rushes to forcefully grab your arm to pull you onto him, while he shuts the door with a hard slam. Where is the cutie you left behind the phone few minutes before?
Jisung reaches your hand and directs it to his crotch, making you feel him, guiding you in a up-and-down motion as he hisses and buries his face in the crook of your neck.
"Where the fuck were you?" he whispers near your ear, hot breath making your skin rise with goosebumps, light grazing of his teeth accompanying his smooth tongue, cause of the gasp coming from you. He starts to move against your hand, grinding on it as you squeeze a little bit, fingers playing around there and tugging at his waistband.
"Sorry baby... I'm here to help now," you kiss his cheek and stop yourself from moaning when he returns his sharp gaze to you. "What do you need?" you ask him in a whisper.
"On your knees." and you start to go down, but he stops you and takes your chin to guide your head dowards the desk, "Under there, baby. Go under there."
It's a little tight and uncomfy at first, but when you adjust your knees on the fluffy carpet and he spreads his legs once sitted you magically fit perfectly. Jisung has his sweats lowered just enough for his hard, leaky lenght to be exposed, and your mouth waters at the sight, just like always. His breath is heavy and his eyes can't stay open for too long because your pretty face with the shadow of his cock across it could make him cum on the spot.
Jisung carefully spreads precum on his tip trying to not jump from how sensitive he is. For as much as he's excited, it's not enough to reach the base yet, so he detaches from the back of the expensive work chair and spits on himself, saliva lingering on his plump bottom lip, making it shine like when he wears gloss. You whimper. He notices.
He spits again, it lands on his dark bush and it slides down slowly. You shift in place to close your thighs as much as you can, afraid of your wetness seeping through your panties. Jisung notices that too. The gears in his head start to move... and his thought sounds just right. His light touch makes you lean against his hand as he delicately tucks some stray hair behind your ears, before slowly gripping the ones on your nape to pull you a bit closer, mere centimeters away from where he wanted you for hours.
With the other hand he makes his thumb travel over your lips, parting them until he's holding your jaw open, and without a warning his spit lands inside your mouth, making you flinch from the surprise. When you look at him again his tongue is still lolled out and he's smiling. Oh, you're clenching. And it just comes so natural to swallow it, the action making him hiss and throw his head back while he chuckles, "I'm so glad that you're as disgusting as me."
That's how you spend a good amount of time taking his saliva in your mouth, patienty waiting for him to gather some to give to you, being scolded because you let it slide from the corners of your mouth, having to collect some more because Jisung smears it all over your face. He did spurt a bit while watching you like this, doing something so gross... but he called you for a reason after all, no?
And god, the way the shiny trasparent fluid overflows and drips on the floor when you take his cock, some going down him too staining his sweats, he has to hold the armrests to gather enough strenght to not immediately cum and possibly appear like a poor virgin boy. Who needs lube when you can spit into your girlfriend's mouth? This is his new obsession, this might be the best blowjob of his life.
Your hands grip his clothed thighs, holding the fabric of his pants as you try to take him whole, nose nuzzling against his wet hair as you feel the tip hitting the back of your throat. He loves the way you squeeze around him when you choke, Jisung fucking loves how you swirl your tongue, how you hold him up and leave long licks from his balls to his frenulum where you pay sweet attention. Little things that his hand can't do.
"God you're so fucking perfect baby," he wipes some tears from your eyes before one hand gently closes around your throat and the other leaves little pats at the top of your head, "keep going like that, yeah..."
The sound of his notification makes him groan in annoyance. Jisung leaves you without his touch and you whine around him lacking the opportunity to pout, vibrations making him moan, but he still hushes you while he tries to adjust to the brightness of the screen.
His eyes winden. A hand is back on top of your head and if you're happy at first, you get confused a second after when you feel him push you away.
"Babe we gotta stop, Bin is coming here."
But you don't move. He tries to make you, but you look up at him with your big beautiful eyes and you feel him twitch.
"He's down the fucking isle- for- for fuck's sake move from- here!" he tries to keep his voice in a whisper but it cracks with a moan when you start sucking him harder. He's close, he's so fucking close. The idea of getting caught by one of his best friends is making you dizzy... so risky and wrong and embarassing but oh if it's tempting, letting Changbin see how you're so pretty for Jisung and take all of him even if you gag and your knees burn... and he thinks the same. His belly starts to contract and his breath is frantic and panicked. What if Changbin enters now? What if he sees him about to cum on the chair everyone uses? Jisung's cheeks become so hot and red and he can imagine his head exploding before he feels your smooth fingers trace his abs with featherlight touches, then taking all of him once again.
He lets out a strangled moan, knuckles whitening from how hard he's holding the backrest above his head, thick white cum all down your throat and you start to swallow even before him finishing his release.
The doorknob clicks. His cock is still inside your mouth but he's quick to reach for the jacket near him and place it on his lap, moving a bit closer to the desk to cover you too.
"Ji? Are you alright?" Changbin's voice isn't as loud as always, probably worried about his friend that was grumpy and easily irritable all day, and obviously physically unwell.
Jisung is still coming down from his high and it doesn't help that you keep on licking him clean, making him jolt and soak in sweat.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm alright Bin, 's all good." he tries to ressure him to make him leave faster.
"You're... so red Ji, and you're sweating and panting, I don't think you're alright..." he approaches, and Jisung adjusts the jacket before an idea comes to mind.
"Can you do me a favor?" he asks, Changbin immediately listening and ready to help his friend, "Can you go ask if I can leave early? And maybe ask for a fever thermometer too, I might have a flu, to be honest."
Changbin nods, finally satisfied with his sincerity. If only he knew the real reason why he's like this...
"You have to stop being a workaholic Ji, I say it because I care!"
"Bin just... I know. Thank you. Can you please go now?"
"And y/n? Where did she go?"
Oh, shit.
"She went to the bathroom."
There's a bit of tension that fills the air for a few seconds, while you try to stay as silent as possible, not really resisting the urge to kiss Jisung's tip.
"Oh, okay. Hope I'll be able to say goodbye later, haven't seen her in a while." and with that Changbin exits the room without a suspect.
You two make sure he's far enaugh before you come out of the crampled space and he adjusts his pants to let you sit on his lap. Laughter spontaneously comes from both of you and he hugs you tight, your chest flat on his. Jisung kisses you and he can still feel a bit of saltiness in your mouth, but he doesn't care.
"It was,"
"So hot." he finishes. "Risky. We never did something so risky..." his hands wander until they find the soft curves of your ass and rest there. You nod and clutch your arms around his neck and get comfy, as close as possible.
"Thank you, I really needed this baby." another tender kiss is set on your forehead now, while he caresses your back, "But I guess I'll have to punish you at home, hm? Bin could have seen us, and you didn't listen to me. Bad girl, bad bad girl..." dirty smile spreading on his lips, plans of what he wants to do to you playing in his head nonstop like a creative flow.
#cinhomi thinks#han jisung smut#han jisung x reader#han jisung x female reader#han jisung fanfic#han jisung drabbles#han jisung imagines#skz fanfic#skz oneshots#skz imagines#skz smut#skz drabbles#skz x reader#skz x female reader#stray kids drabbles#stray kids fanfic#stray kids smut#stray kids x reader#stray kids imagines#stray kids x female reader#✉️: letters to cinhomi
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The curtains are blue. Just blue? Yeah, just blue. It's a bit bleached at this point, not as deep as it used to be. Do you remember, back when we played hide and seek? Back then they were new. I found you because your foot stuck out beneath them. To be honest, it was always kinda easy to find you. I wish it still was. The curtains are blue. Prussian blue to be accurate. Like the former state Prussia, where it was discovered in the 18th century. Kinda funny to think about, right? How the blue exists but it's namesake doesn't? The curtains are blue, like the dress I wore the night you didn't call, and like the mug I threw against the wall. Like the flashing lights reflecting in the window, and the polish I chewed off my nails. The curtains are blue. The ones in the hospital were white. The curtains are blue, and so is the sky outside. They both mock me. I want the sky to be grey. I want the curtains black. The curtains are blue. I thought about replacing them, you know? With something in a brighter colour. Maybe a light red or yellow. I even looked at some fabric recently. But I couldn't get myself to do it, I don't know why. It's not like they are anything special. They are just curtains. And they are just blue.
Excerpt from a book I'll never write
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Don’t want to sleep alone - Poly!BAU team.
Summary: After a hard unsub takedown you and Spencer end up cuddled together on the sofa, being admired by your Polycule.
Warnings: Poly!BAU (I will go down with this ship), typical Criminal minds stuff, fluff, mentions of sub/dom dynamics, subspace, cuddling etc.
Pairing: Poly!BAU x GN!reader. Spencer Reid x GN!reader.
Word count: 968.
My body groaned in protest as I climbed the steps to the jet. The sooner I was in the comfort of my own bed the better I would feel. I set my bag down on the floor beside the sofa before trudging to the kitchenette, shoulders heavy and head thumping.
"Anyone want a drink whilst I'm here?" I called out, mid-yawn, humming at the collective replies. I waited on the kettle boiling, pouring David a scotch and Emily water before pulling out mine and Spencer's matching Doctor Who mugs.
"Thank you, Dolcezza," I shuffled to hand David his drink, grinning as JJ brushed past me, hands brushing my hips gently. My body sang happily when the Italian pressed a kiss to my hand and squeezed it gently. I felt a pat on my butt as I walked past Derek to Emily who pressed a small peck to my lips before settling into her seat.
I finished making our tea in a comfortable silence, handing Spencer his, warning him to be careful. My body sagged in my chair across from the sofa Spencer had claimed and I sipped my drink with a heavy sigh, wincing as my bones seemed to scrape each other.
"You okay Sweetie?" My eyes met JJ's in a soft glance and I smiled reassuringly. "You still hurting?"
"Hmm, I'm okay." I bit my lip, hoping she didn't sense the hesitance.
"Y/N." Aaron's voice was low with warning, so he had cottoned onto my dishonesty. My eyes flickered to his, noticing the softness in them despite his tone.
"Honest, I'm fine, just tired and sore." I flexed my neck, grimacing at the crack that seemed to reverberate through the jet. "That guy was huge, knocked me through that door like I weighed nothing but I'll be fine."
"Awww poor baby, do you want a massage?" I shook my head at Derek's teasing, and stuck my tongue out at him, noticing the flash of darkness in his eyes at my cheekiness.
"You need a long hot bath and those essential oils that Penelope bought you when we get home. I'd be more than happy to wash your hair and pamper you." JJ's voice was sweet and gentle as her motherly instincts kicked in and I couldn't help the warmth that fluttered through my body as I nodded in agreement.
"That and hydration and rest will do you the world of good, it's one of the best ways to recover sore muscles along with active healing like running and other exercise." I sent a small glare to the genius, a small smile slipping onto my face when he shrugged in surrender. "But I have a feeling you don't want to be doing that."
"Yeah maybe not baby, think I'll go for the hot bath." I smiled at Spencer, relaxing in my seat as much as my muscles would allow and observing my team as they settled down. Derek's headphones were on, Emily was reading over the case files with Aaron, David was nursing his scotch, JJ was texting and Spencer was slouched on the sofa with his book, eyes drooping as he attempted to read. I watched in amusement for a few seconds until he jerked himself awake.
"Spence, you're going to end up hurting your neck sat like that." I chuckled to myself softly and stood, grabbing one of the big blankets kept on board for situations like this. My scolding was soft, feeling myself slipping into exhaustion too but ignoring it in favour of looking after my genius. "Lay down properly baby, get some rest." I didn't realise the attention I'd brought to us both as I draped the blanket across the sweet, sleepy doctor.
"M' not tired, honest, m'just having a minute" he tried to fight it, the glassy look in his eyes proved it to be a blatant lie and I cooed at him, brushing his curls from his eyes.
"Don't you lie to me," I whispered, "Don't let Aaron hear you telling fibs." I shook my head as I slipped a little into my head. When I got tired it was so easy to slip into subspace, so easy to feel small and in need of love and comfort, in need of a cuddle and sleep and after the case we'd had I wasn't surprised I was slipping fast.
"Don't wanna sleep on m'own." Spencer's voice was small and vulnerable, bringing tears to my eyes at how sad he sounded. His arms snaked amount my thigh as he pulled me closer to him "Stay with me, please." I hesitated for a moment before letting myself slip a little further with a nod. Sliding off my shoes and jacket, I motioned for him to scoot back before pulling back the blanket and crawling onto the sofa. Arms instantly wrapped around me, pulling me by the waist back against his chest as he spooned me. I winced as he pressed against my bruised ribs but held back any noise so he didn't think he'd hurt me. After a little shuffling, we finally got comfortable, his hand clasped in mine, draped over my waist and bodies pressed together sweetly. I suppressed a little moan of happiness as his warmth seeped into my sore body, soothing me and making me drowsier.
My eyes felt heavier and heavier by the second as Spence's heartbeat slowed against my back and his breathing evened out. Soft breaths puffed against the back of my neck where he'd nestled his face, pressing a last kiss to my nape as he nodded off. My eyes did one last swoop of the jet, comforted by all the soft smiles and admiring eyes I saw until I finally succumbed to sleep, comfortable in the company of my family and the arms of our baby boy.
#poly!bau#poly!criminal minds#polycule#bau#bau x reader#bau team#criminal minds imagine#criminal minds oneshot#criminal minds fic#criminal minds x reader#dr spencer reid#spencer reid x reader
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[We'll Protect Each Other]
Paring: F!Tav x Astarion
Plot: While staying at an inn in the Underdark an unfortunate chain of events forces Tav and Astarion to protect one another.
Content Warnings: Fiercely protective Tav, Tav uses She/Her pronouns, Tav is kinda feral and unhinged, blood, gore, threats of/ literal genital trauma, we are going game of thrones up in this bitch, sexual harassment, brief allusions to Astarion's trauma, violence, so much fucking violence, death, Tav is heavily based on my own Tav Winnie. Oh and a little fluff.
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Tav hummed as she sat at the tavern table, glancing down upon the suspicious letter she'd received last night.
‘I'll see you soon, True Soul.’
Been a while since she was called that, almost everyone who had referred to her as a ‘true soul’ was dead now so being addressed as such was rather peculiar, but at the same time not completely unwelcome. Tav smirked slightly, the idea of a new foe to face sparked excitement. It had been so long since the human druid had a good fight. Since the defeat of the Elder Brain she'd been staying in the Underdark, looking after a horde of hungry vampire spawn. Her days weren't uneventful in the slightest, but gods did she miss adventuring.
Tav's lover was over at the bar getting the two something to drink. Since the Underdark has become home to seven thousand life-challenged individuals this particular inn had made preparations to feed them should any appear at the establishment. He tapped his claws on the table, waiting for the bartender to finish mixing up their beverages as an uneasy feeling coursed through his body. Astarion had felt unfamiliar eyes on him since he'd left to get him and his beloved some refreshments. His blood red eyes darted back and scanned the tavern. Tav was still waiting at their table and mostly all the other patrons there happened to be deep gnomes, all who seemed much more concerned with friendly banter. But then he spotted someone off in the corner. A tall half-orc whose eyes seemed trained on him. Astarion wasn't exactly sure how he didn't spot the big oaf sooner, usually he was far more perceptive than this, but perhaps his hunger had him quite distracted. The elven vampire tapped on the bar table impatiently wondering exactly what was taking the bartender so long.
Eventually the half-drow barmaid brought over the drinks.
“Sorry for the wait.” She said softly, “not used to preparing food for our night time visitors.” The half-elf handed him a cold mug of dessert wine and a warm mug of ethically precured lifeblood.
Astarion took the drinks before turning and making his way back. The half-orc then made his move, walking straight towards him.
“Have a drink with me, handsome?” The half-orc gave a flirtatious smile, making the elf internally sigh in annoyance.
“No, I think not. My partner is waiting for me, you see.” Astarion gave a forced smile before attempting to make his way back to Tav. A large green hand was placed on his shoulder.
“Come on! Surely you're not talking about the little rat’s nest of hair? Sweetheart, I could show you things that little human wench couldn't even dream of-”
The elf quickly slapped his hand away.
“Oh, I highly doubt you could show me anything I haven't already done myself. Now bugger off.” Astarion growled out the last part, barring his fangs at the orc before stomping off.
Tav glanced up as Astarion took a seat next to her. He had a look of discomfort on his face, but quickly bushed it off as he noticed her attention on him. “I'm back, my sweet.” Astarion smiled at Tav, setting their drinks down before planting a kiss on her cheek.
“You okay, doll? You seem uncomfortable.” Tav put her hand on his shoulder only to receive a small smile as his hand covered her own.
“I'm fine, love. Just a little annoyed by the wait is all.” Astarion squeezed her hand gently, not wanting her to worry.
“Okay….” Tav said before looked back down at the letter, taking a sip from the wine Astarion had brought her.
“What's that?” Astarion asked, sliding an arm over her shoulders before taking a sip from his own mug and internally sighing.
Rothé blood….
“Just an ominous threatening letter left by gods know who.” Tav said casually, nearly making Astarion spit out his blood.
“Ah darling, perhaps you should be a just little more concerned about this?”
“I'm not afraid. Let them come get me! I've been itching for a good fight for ages!” Tav clenched her fist, a wicked grin spread across her face.
“Oh Tav, you know what that bloodlust look does to me.~” Astarion flirted leaning closer against his love. “But maybe we should be at least a bit more careful?”
“We’ve dealt with plenty of baddies before, Star. It’ll be fine!” Tav insisted.
“Need I remind you that there are only two of us now since the others have all gone their separate ways.” Astarion sighed, “I just worry for you, my dear.”
“I know babe.” Tav planted a kiss on his cheek affectionately before saying,”I'll tell you what, once we get everything sorted out with the other spawn we'll recruit some new traveling companions and go after that ring of the sunwalker thing I heard about.” This brought a smile to the vampire’s lips.
Large footsteps were heard stomping over to the table. Astarion glanced up seeing the half-orc from before approaching them.
“Sorry about my behavior before sweetness. I've just never seen such a breathtaking looking creature such as yourself. So, how about you ditch the runt and i'll take you somewhere we can get you something better to drink…. Perhaps someone?~”
“Are you daft? I told you to bugger off!” Astarion snarled, glaring daggers at the large male. Astarion kept his arm around Tav in a protective manner, but it was more so for his own comfort truth be told. The half-orc was really making him uneasy. Tav could feel Astarion shake a little.
“Hey, no need to be like that, I just want a piece of that tight little elven as-” The half-orc was suddenly silenced by a scimitar pressed dangerously close to his groin.
“You really don't want to finish that sentence, big guy.” Tav said calmly, not even looking up at the green bastard. “You know I’ve been really itching to slit someone's throat lately, but you….I think I might have fun with you…” She said before finally turning her head towards him, a sadistic grin spread across her lips.
“Y-You better watch yourself y-you little b-b-bitch!” He whined out the last part feeling Tav press her blade harder against his clothed crotch.
“Oh I like this!” Tav breathed out, voice unhinged and full of bloodlust as the half-orc began to shake in terror. “A big stupid creep thinks he can push me around just because I'm small…It's almost cute how pathetic you are. I should cut you open and show everyone what you really are inside. A gutless coward!” Tav stared at him intensely. The wicked grin spread across her lips didn't falter even for a second, until eventually she sighed.
“But it'd be rude to get blood all over Lyn’s nice clean floors.” Tav said, speaking of the half-drow bartender. “So you're going to leave now and never come near my lover again, or I'll cut your cock off and shove it down your throat. Understand?” Tav spat, nearly stabbing the blade of her scimitar through the orc’s pants.
“Y-Yes m-ma’m!” The half-orc said in a high pitch tone.
“Good boy.” Tav pulled her blade back, “now get the fuck out of my sight.” She growled, causing the green creep to turn and make a run for it, slamming the door on his way out of the tavern. All the gnomes had seemed to halt their chatter and look over to the two lovers.
“Tav…” Astarion muttered in an irritated tone, “I didn't need you to defend me! I had that completely under control!” He fussed, clearly embarrassed because of the scene Tav had caused.
“I'm sure you did sweetie, but you can't just expect me to sit by and do nothing when some pervert keeps treating you like a piece of meat.” Tav said calmly.
“Darling that orc was huge! What if you hadn't been quick enough!? What if he comes back!?”
“Honey, I can literally turn into an owlbear.” Tav rolled her eyes. “I know you’re capable of kicking ass, Star. I have no doubt about that. But I don’t protect you because I think you're weak. I do it because I love you.” Tav said sweetly, placing her hand against his cheek. “And sometimes it's okay to need someone to protect you…” She looked down at his trembling hands. Fear began to stir in her gut, worried that he might have been triggered by the situation. Astarion simply place his hand over hers and relaxed into her touch.
“I know. I love you too…It's just…I want to be able to protect the both of us…” Astarion glanced off to the side.
“You can! Babe, you're so much stronger than you give yourself credit for! You practically carried our team the entire time we were worm brained!” Tav placed a second hand on the other side of his face. Astarion rolled his eyes with a slight smile.
“Gods Tav, you're such a bad liar.”
“I'm not lying!” Tav chuckled, “I'm pretty sure you have more kills than the rest of us combined! You're so stealthily and quick! The fuckers never saw it coming!”
“Well perhaps I could be willing to allow you to win this little debate. Granted you continue to list off all of my many talents, or you can just call me beautiful and we can head upstairs for the evening?”
“You're beyond beautiful, my Star.” Tav purred.
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The night was quiet as Tav and Astarion rested on the top floor of the Inn. Both of them snug in their bed. Astarion always had a tendency to curl around Tav as she slept and he tranced. However, tonight Tav lay there, eyes wide open. Her mind for some reason wandering off to a memory brought on by today's events.
“I assume he belongs to you.” The drow’s eyes leered over Astarion lustfully as she spoke about his as if he was nothing but cattle.
“Excuse me? I don't appreciate you talking about my friend like he's a fucking piece of property.” Tav snapped, stepping in front of her companion protectively. Of course she'd see him that way. The drow treat all their men like cattle. The fact didn't make Tav any less insulted.
“Now now. No need to speak like that. I only wish to make a trade.” The drow said calmly, however her stare seemed to harden a little. “What is your name, spawn?”
“It’s Astarion but hold on!” Astarion put his hands up as if to keep some distance between him the drow.
“Astarion, I've dreamt of being bitten by a vampire since I was a little girl.” She purred. Tav shot the drow a look which she ignored, red eyes locked on Astarion’s mouth.
“Let me get this straight, you want to be bitten?” Astarion asked, a look of confusion and disgust filled his face. Normally he would jump at a chance to sink his teeth into a willing person, hells part of him wanted to drain this bitch dry because of how she talked about him, but this drow pretty as she was her blood smelled worse than death itself! Just being in her presence was enough to make him want to gag!
“To feel my life’s essence slipping away, to dance on the edge of death, yes I want it.” She said, nearly swooning. “I'll even compensate you. A potion of legendary power. It's not for sale, but it's yours if you bite me.”
“I will have to decline.” Astarion said immediately.
“Excuse me? This is a once and a lifetime opportunity and you're squandering it!”
“I gave you my answer!” Astarion spat. The drow woman ignored him and immediately turned to Tav.
“Can't you talk some sense into your obstinate charge!?” She demanded.
“He said no. The hells do you not understand?” The druid snapped.
Gods, Tav couldn't help but think back to her first encounter with Araj the drow blood merchant. This incident today reminded her far too much of it. Except this time it might have been worse. The fucking orc actually tried to put his hands on him.
Tav furrowed her eyebrows and glanced back over to Astarion’s peaceful looking face. She knew he could handle himself in a fight, but the situation was different. These sorts of things really got to him. Tav ran her fingers gently through his hair. She needed to keep safe no matter what. Sleep took Tav eventually and she snuggled into her vampire’s embrace, enjoying the coolness of his skin. And for a while the two were at peace, blissfully unaware of what lurked in the shadows.
It was probably about midnight when Tav woke up. She whimpered and felt around the bed for her lover, only feeling emptiness in his place.
“Astarion?” Her eyes slowly blinked open and Tav sat up. She glanced around the room discovering the vampiric elf was nowhere in sight. She tried to rationalize that Astarion was probably just up and around since he didn't need as much rest as she did, but Tav couldn't help but feel anxiety creep its way into the back of her mind. She got to her feet before slowly feeling a dagger be pressed against her throat.
“Nice to see you again, true soul…” A familiar feminine voice spoke softly in Tav's ear, causing her to grit her teeth as she looked back.
“Araj? The hells are you doing all the way out here?” Tav sneered.
“I needed to see you again. I require your help.”
“I told you before, you aren't getting any more of my blood and if you even think of bringing up Astarion so help me-”
“This isn't about him, darling. This is about you. I am on the verge of something extraordinary, but I need one key ingredient. Your heart.” Araj slowly dragged the knife down her throat and down between her breasts.
Tav rolled her eyes before chuckling.
“Sweet, but you know I'm spoken for.” In a swift motion the druid slammed her foot down on the drow's own before grasping hold of her wrist and forcing the blade away from her body.
“You idiots! Get in here and help me!” Araj suddenly shouted, prompting the door to open, revealed two half-orc male’s and a female.
With them was Astarion bound with silver chains wrapped around his body. Cloth was tied around his mouth, preventing him from speaking, but Tav could very clearly hear him whimpering in pain. The silver was burning his skin!
“Now cooperate or else! I'll make sure our darling bloodsuck-” Tav didn't even give the drow a moment to speak any further before knocking the blade from her hand and slamming her fist into her face with enough force to knock Araj to the floor. Araj hit the ground with a thud, seemingly knocked unconscious from the blow. The druid’s eyes quickly went back to Astarion who was struggling and letting out muffled cries of pain, but despite this he looked far more pissed off than afraid. That didn't calm the rage that was stirring deep inside Tav however, and the fact that the same gods damned perverted orc from before was holding onto Astarion's silver chains just pushed her over the edge.
Without even thinking Tav dropped to the ground transforming into a huge direwolf before letting out a deep bloodthirsty snarl and lunging right for the familiar half orc. Her jaws sank right into his groin, causing him to let out a blood curdling scream.
“Bloody hells! Get that thing off of him!” The female half-orc shouted.
“But the vampire!?” The other male orc replied.
“He's tied up you dumb fuck!” She shouted before turning to attack Tav. Tav yanked her head back hard, tearing a chunk out of the half-orc’s flesh and trousers. The half orc continued to scream as Tav spat his unmentionables out before he tumbled over and began to bleed out on the floor.
“That crazy drow bitch better pay us good for this.” The remaining male half-orc muttered before charging at Tav alongside the female.
Tav quickly dove under his legs before bucking him to the ground with her back and darting right for Astarion. Astarion shook his head as his wildshaped lover approached him with a doglike whine and sunk her teeth into his chains, trying to he them off him. She was only able to allow one of his arms to slip free. Astarion quickly tore the cloth around his head.
“For gods' sake Tav! Look out!” He shouted, before suddenly the female half-orc slammed into Tav from behind, wrapping her arms around her in a headlock.
“I've got her! I've got her!” The female orc shouted. Tav growled loudly before turning round and sinking her teeth into the orc female’s shoulder. In the struggle the two ended up tumbling down the stairs and out the front door of the tavern. The half-orc male was about to run off after his female companion when suddenly he noticed Astarion had somehow slipped free from his bindings. The vampire’s skin was quickly healing from the burns left from the silver, and his eyes almost appeared to be glowing red. He clenched and unclenched his fists revealing sharp claw-like fingernails and the next thing the half-orc knew were icy fangs piercing his throat.
Outside the tavern, Tav and the female orc were still going at it. The half orc threw a punch to Tav's head knocking her back before she took out a blade and took a stab at the direwolf only for Tav to dart out of the way at the last second and take a bit at the orc woman’s leg.
“You godsdamn mutt!” She yelled, kicking Tav in the face before plugging her blade into her back.
Tav howled in pain and backed up, blood trickling down her back and staining her fur. She let out a pained whimper as she looked up at the half-orc.
The she-orc smirked triumphantly.
“Not so high and mighty now are you, druid?” She huffed starring Tav right in the eyes. Without another word Tav lunged at the orc with a monstrous growl, sinking her jaws into the green female's head.
“GODS DAMNIT!!” The half-orc screamed. Tav sunk her claws into her shoulders as she stood up on her hind legs and dug her teeth into the orc's skull. Then with a harsh whip of her head Tav snapped her opponent’s neck. The druid then released the orc, letting her drop to the ground.
Tav dropped back down on all fours with a sigh, panting a little from the fight. She turned her head and yanked the blade from her back. Luckily in this form she wouldn't actually be harmed. But she was honestly feeling far too tired to stay in her wildshape now. Slowly she transformed back, taking a moment to regain her strength.
“A-Astarion…I-I need to get back to Astarion…” Tav told herself.
“I'm afraid you won't be seeing him again.” Araj suddenly stepped out from the shadows, blade in hand. “I am not leaving without your heart!” She hissed.
“Oh for fucks sake! Don't you ever get tired of being a psycho!?” Tav hissed, she quickly reached for her weapon, but this time Araj was quicker. She stabbed her blade into Tav's leg making her freeze.
“What….W-What is this!?” Tav sputtered, suddenly feeling her limbs begin to tingle and go numb. She tried to move, but her body just felt so heavy.
“A paralysis potion I've been keeping for a rainy day. I'd hoped I wouldn't have to use it. I have no idea what affects it will have on your heart unfortunately, but I can't let you get away.” Araj stopped as she watched Tav whimper and squirm on the ground. The silver haired female wiped her blade clean off the potion before she then undid the buttons on Tav's shirt, exposing her chest.
“Now I'll need a nice clean cut. I don't want to damage your heart too badly.” The drow licked her lips before dragging the tip of her blade over Tav’s chest. “Just close your eyes and it'll be all over…” Tears began to form in the corners of Tav’s eyes, heart pounding so hard she was sure it’d burst right out before that damn drow bitch would even have a chance to cut into it.
“Get away from my Tav.” Astarion suddenly growled out, appearing behind Araj who quickly turned and struck at him with her blade.
“Not until I have her heart!” Araj hissed.
Astarion ducked out of the way, unsheathing his own blade and taking a swing at her. His dagger barely nicked the side of her cheek as she dodged, drawing a few drops of blood.
“Gods below, it's even more foul smelling than before!” He made a gagging sound.
“Mock me all you like! It won't stop me!” Araj took another stab at Astarion aiming right for his throat, but he quickly grabbed her wrists and pushed her back towards the ground. Now that he was free of the tadpole his vampiric strength returned and it gave him an edge in battle.
“You know darling, I think I may have had a sudden change of heart. I may just bite you after all.” Astarion said, forcing a grin upon his face.
“What-” Confusion flickered over her face for a split second, immediately being followed by Astarion sinking his fangs into her neck, but instead of drinking her blood, he tore her throat right out.
Astarion immediately spat out any of her blood that had gotten into his mouth before watching her drop to the ground, a twisted smile plastered over her face. “I-Incredible….” She choked out before suddenly coughing up an alarming amount of blood.
He quickly disregarded her lifeless body and swiftly moved to Tav who was still paralyzed on the ground.
“My love, are you alright?” Astarion knelt down and cradled her head with one hand.
“I-I can't m-move….S-She got me with a paralysis poison…” Tav croaked out.
“Hang in there lover.”Astarion frowned, looking down at Tav with worry. He immediately scooped her up bridal-style. “I'm going to take you to Dalyria. She should be able to cure this.” Astarion carried Tav back into the tavern. Several of the patrons were whispering to each other. Some seemed deathly afraid of Astarion and his love. The vampire spawn simply ignored them.
“I don't think we're going to be welcome here any longer, Star.” Tav said as Astarion set her down on a sofa near the tavern fireplace.
“Forget them, darling. We're leaving anyway. Now sit tight while I grab our things.” Astarion said, kissing her forehead before quickly going upstairs to get their packs. Tav sat by the fire, she could see the barmaid Lyn giving her an awfully ugly look.
Good gods, it's not our fault we were attacked.
Tav rolled her eyes. It didn't take long for Astarion to return with their things. Tav weakly nuzzled her face into his neck as Astarion scooped her back up into his arms. Tav stared up at him with adoration as he carried her out.
“You did it, you know.” She hummed.
“What are you on about?’ Astarion glanced down at her.
“You protected me!” Tav exclaimed with a weak smile, “and thank the gods you did. I was sure I was a goner.”
“You give me far too much credit, my love. I still allowed you to get injured. You did a much better job than I.” Astarion huffed.
“You kidding? You just saved my life Astarion and this isn't even the first time.” Tav insisted. “Look, from now on no more arguing over who protects who. We protect each other and that's final.”
“You're being awfully demanding of someone who can't even move her arms, my dear.” Astarion chuckled, “but I am grateful all the same.”
He planted another kiss upon Tav's forehead before continuing on to meet up with his sister and hopefully cure his beloved’s ailment.
The two set off, leaving the tavern to deal with three battered corpses and a mysterious trail of blood…
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Note from TheChaoticDruid: Phew! Finally got this thing out! Honestly despite finding her a very shitty person and absolutely despising how she treats Astarion I can't help but find Araj interesting. The whole thing with blood and heck the creepy shit you find in her basement makes me want to know more about her. Kinda went a little overboard with this in terms of violence I guess, but I kinda wish there were more bg3 fics with some action in them. Also, I may have kinda ignored how silver and vampires work in DnD, but BG3 plays fast and loose with lore so I guess I will too. Hope you like it!
#baldurs gate 3#astarion bg3#astarion ancunin#bg3#astarion x tav#astarion my beloved#astarion x reader#astarion romance#bg3 tav#astarion x female tav#astarion x female reader#Astarion x human Tav#Astarion x Druid Tav#araj oblodra#fuck that bitch#astarion fluff#cw: gore#protective Tav#protective astarion#tw: harrasment#bg3 astarion#baldur's gate#baldurs gate astarion#baldur's gate astarion#astarion#bg3 x reader#bg3 x tav#female tav#druid tav#human tav
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some thoughts about some ren ships:
ren/martyn: it's fine and it's cool until springtime comes and there's a melancholy in the tepid, humid air that clings to your skin and clogs up your lungs. and it's really fine until you start planting carrots again in the way he did and you realise all the small moments in your life have been defined by those few months you spent with him. there's a before and an after. his influence has melted so casually in your daily life that you don't realise it. it takes years for the intensity and absence to sink in even though it's always been there. and you finally understand. what you felt on those carrot fields was love. (note the past tense. note that you're a liar.)
ren/doc: words cannot describe what happened in that damned van. they're not husbands, they're FREAKS. they almost wish they did romantic shit like stargazing and going on dates but it's just a lot of being cooped up in the tiny van and the intimacy of repairing each other's prosthetics and lying in the same bed and staring at each other for hours while listening to nothing but the hum of the air conditioner and each other's breathing. because they're "bros".
ren/cleo: they practice "on and off platonic smooching". whatever that even means. physically affectionate to the point of being disgusting. they can stop and start back again at any time but somehow it's healthy. despite all the intense pda and cuddling and shit, no one emerges emotionally devastated. their dms are just spamming heart emojis.
ren/false: he's been lowkey crushing on her for so long he's genuinely forgotten about it. from her point of view, he's been acting this way around her since forever so she's also forgotten about it. they exist in this miraculous and meticulous limbo in which no one crosses a line because they don't think about it. they have the keys to each other's bases and water each other's flowers. one day they wake up and make each other breakfast and look out at their beautiful mess of a shared garden because it's their sixtieth day of accidental cohabitation and go "how did we get here again".
ren/iskall: i know it's long gone and the magic's not here no more and we can't go back to who we were. maybe i'll joke about "wrong person, right time" but that feels like stabbing myself in the chest with a dull knife. i look at you and from the bottom of my heart, i feel love. regardless of what kind of love it is. when i see you smile, i can still feel it against my lips. so maybe we still wear each other's clothes. so maybe you still drink from that ugly mug i got as a gag anniversary gift. so maybe you still consider sending me a love letter as a joke. best friends to lovers to neighbours. jokes and casual flirtation and even more casual declarations of love. i love you and you love me but we both know it's not the same anymore. still, it was good. for a while, we were good.
#ria.txt#hermitshipping#trafficshipping#ok to be honest. i was just coming up with an excuse to post renskall but the treebark section accidentally got long and uh. it spiralled#late stage hc10 renskall hits crazy to me idk why. the casual but domineering declarations of love. it's like time never passed. but it did#renskall#treebark#rendoc#what are the other names. exploding#zombiedog#falseren#eagledog#renskall is criminally unpopular for the content we get. like guys they were the ones with an actual podcast
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Creepypasta incorrect quotes ⭐
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Nina: spirit Halloween opened up early and my poor money decisions are always open so I bought a bunch of stuff
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Jeff: so...are we the best or the worst?
Toby: yes, sir.
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Jeff: he doesn't have eyeballs bro- he probably doesn't have balls either...
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Nina: he's ugly, I love him
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Y/N: There's just something abt his lack of a mouth and being less fluffy that makes me want him
Toby: he can't scream
Y/N: perfect
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Jeff: best friends!!
Y/N: nooOOOOO!!!!
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EJ: I learn from the mistakes of people who take my advice
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Y/N: heading into work~
*explosion*
Y/N: or maybe not-
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Nina: so romantic~
Jeff: *screaming*
Nina: romance <3
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Y/N: Jack, why am I in this room?
EJ: am I responsible for you moving from room to room now?
Y/N: yes.
EJ: then stay in that room.
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Toby: it's an elevator
Masky: this is a ladder, Toby.
Toby: imagination ✨
Hoodie: just because you put a sign that says "elevator" doesn't mean it's actually an elevator.
Toby: imagination ✨
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Y/N: but not me, because no one can get mad at me
Jane: I feel like in an hour we're all gonna be mad at you for something
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Toby: I made a house, what did you make?
Sally: a balloon
Toby: wonderful
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Jeff: just don't be blind
EJ: wow, you've cured me
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Toby: someone please take me off this fucking planet
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Y/N: Don't look at ceilings when ur tired. Never know what you'll see.
Toby: context, please
Y/N: Thought I had a fucking ceiling fan but it was just the balloons that I refuse to take down from my 13th birthday. I can't tell if I'm tired or stupid but I think either way it's correct.
Toby: it's probably both
Y/N: Exactly- It scared the shit outta me too-I saw it and was so fucking scared that I might have a ceiling fan in my room-
Toby: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA A FAN! ITS ON THE CEILING!!
Y/N: Y/N, Weakness: ceiling fans that may or may not be there
Toby: strength: walking in high heels, weakness: imaginary ceiling fans
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Hoodie: it's just a deer or something
Masky: bro, that is not a deer
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Jeff: *sees a spider* I should have just bombed the house the last time I saw one of you fuckers
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EJ: I'm doing good...im doing great...i have a headache.....
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Jeff: this is like when I threatened to steal your skin and bones and stuff
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Jeff: it's like if a heat stroke were a room
Y/N: me
Jeff: no, you're like if a heat stroke were a person
Y/N: oh
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Y/N: tree tops
Jeff: crispy
Nina: crispy tree tops?
Jane: why are they crispy?
EJ: why is everyone talking about trees??
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Jane: I'm moving the pumpkins, sorry, Toby
Toby: nooo, my life's work...
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Toby: would you be more offended if I got a mug of milk or orange juice?
Masky: milk.
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Jeff: they're all safety scissors, I don't think I can possibly be unsafe with them
*pile of about 10 safety scissors*
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LJ: I took some of his teeth and coloured them like candy corns
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Jeff: I'll steal ur hair, I'll take ur eyebrows and I'll steal ur skin too
Toby: please, that's all I have
Jeff: U have bones, mucles, veins, blood, cartilage and organs that I could take too
Toby: no thanks
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Hoodie: Masky is this big *puts his fingers together*
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Jeff: what are you doing dude?
Y/N: hugging? I think??
Jeff: it's weird...
Y/N: yeah, let's never do that again
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Y/N: die.
Toby: :0
Y/N: in a nice way..?
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Nina: I'm sure there's someone in Fabio who's named Russia
Jane: what?
Nina: yup.
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Jeff: I hit myself in the face with an eye!
EJ: give it to me!
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Ben: what the rational number?
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Toby: I think I failed at life...
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*Jeff and Toby leave the room*
Masky: well, that was a headache
Hoodie: which one?
EJ: both.
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*Jeff walks by*
Jane: look at him, he's greasy
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Y/N: why are you only offended when Jeff says something?
EJ: because it's Jeff
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Toby: well how's this right?
Jeff: because I'm here!
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Jane: I'm going to Halifax
Jeff: Hali-fuck you
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Sally: I saw a girl and she was young
Y/N: you're young
Sally: I'm 8
Y/N: exactly, young.
Sally: so you're a grandma?
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Toby: fellas, if you need me, I'll be living inside this cabinet
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Y/N: I'm afraid of togetherness
#creepypasta fandom#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta x y/n#creepypasta incorrect quotes#ticci toby#laughing jack#nina the killer#jane the killer#jeff the killer#masky marble hornets#hoodie marble hornets#eyeless jack#sally creepypasta#ben drowned
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Sex pollen
A Tumblr Made Me Do It fic
Pairing: Deadpool/ Wade Wilson x gn reader
Description: Wade catches you about to sniff a dangerous flower, he's willing to do whatever it takes to help you survive.
Masterlist
A/N: I was cackling to myself when I came up with this idea, so very Wade.
⚠️Warnings⚠️
18+ MDNI
Sex pollen trope, language, implied smut
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A knock at the door, a pink box wrapped in white ribbon, and a note tucked under the bow with the words "from your secret admirer <3" in childlike handwriting.
You bring the box in and set it on the table to open it when there's another knock at the door. Unsurprisingly you find your neighbor Wade standing there in Wolverine pjs gripping an empty mug in one hand and a stuffed unicorn in the other, same as every other morning.
He gets his pumpkin spice creamer with a splash of coffee, and joins you at the table where you sip yours.
"Oooooh, someones got a secret admirer!" He taunts.
"Guess so." you say with an eye roll. You're approximately 100% sure it's from Wade himself.
"Well, open it! I hope it's a new vibrator! That ancient one you use needs to go out to pasture." He hangs his head solemnly.
"I'd stab you in the neck right now if I knew it wouldn't turn you on." You say plainly as you think back to when he was helping you move in and "accidentally" dropped the box labeled nightstand.
You finally pull the end of the ribbon on the box and remove the lid, as soon as you do the four sides fan flat out and a small plume of sparkling purple dust puffs up from around a flower. The dust tickles your nose as you look up to see Wade, somehow in slow motion, swipe the box off the table yelling "Noooooo" in a deep distortion that matches his speed.
Time resumes as normal and you let out a small sneeze as he comes around the table kneeling in front of you, gripping your shoulders in both hands.
"Are you okay, did you inhale any of the pollen?"
"Yeah, what the fuck was that? Smelled awful, like oysters and chocolate."
"I'm so sorry princess," he hangs his head, "you don't have long, I read about these things on Tumblr. Every single article I read said...said..." He pauses dramatically and pinches the bridge of his nose as if to try and stop tears from forming, "You only have 24 hours to live."
"What the hell-"
"Hush," he puts his index finger to your lips, "There is a cure. I have to fuck you."
You stand up and he follows suit, you tilt your head up with determination in your eyes as you walk forward forcing him back. You continue until his back is against the wall next to the door and stand up on your tip toes, lips mere millimeters away. "I'm gonna go fuck Logan's brains out."
"Damn you Tumblr! You've failed me!" He whisper yells as he looks to nowhere in particular.
"Now you get to listen to someone else fuck me instead. I think that's a good punishment." You smile wide before faltering slightly when you feel his cock twitch in his pants. You roll your eyes as you open the door and start to move over the threshold, "of course you'd be into that."
"I'll take what I can get." He shrugs as he follows you back to his apartment.
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Hello! Could you do Pure Vanilla Cookie x Fem! Ancient reader, whose kingdom is like a spiritual kingdom and The Reader Is just very stressed?? Like, very little time to eat, sleep, ect. How could PV maybe comfort her?? Have a nice day!!
`•- Time for Yourself
pure vanilla cookie x fem reader
summary: pure vanilla notices you haven't been acting like yourself lately. how does he help you feel better?
warnings: physical touch, pure vanilla is kind of a worry wart, also im not super proud of the writing on this one so im sorry if it's not as good as my other stuff :((
a/n: is it bad that when i went to the store today and saw pure vanilla extract on the shelf i thought of pure vanilla cookie
Pure Vanilla Cookie has noticed the lack of letters you've been sending him recently.
Of course, he knows that ruling a kingdom is no simple ordeal, and, of course, there's no way you would be able to send him a letter every day. However, despite that, you've always made sure to send him letters frequently and inform him of every nifty little thing going on in your life.
That is, up until roughly three and a half weeks ago.
You used to send him letters every four or five days to keep him updated on everything going on in your kingdom, and he always wrote back when he received your letters. However, when he responded to a letter you sent about three and a half weeks ago, you hadn't written anything back to him.
He found this behavior very strange, as you were always enthusiastic about being able to talk with him whenever you got the chance. Pure Vanilla Cookie was, frankly, getting rather worried about you and how you were doing. So, he decided to take a trip over to your kingdom to see for himself what was wrong.
When he finally arrived, Pure Vanilla Cookie was quick to stride towards your castle, making haste towards your office, where you spent most of your time. Gently knocking on the door, he quietly entered the room, as to not disturb you too much. He immediately notices your eyebags, the empty coffee mugs littered around your desk, and the way you don't even glance at him when he enters the room, thinking it was just some servant needing to ask a quick question or something of the like. Needless to say, when he spoke up, you immediately turned and stared at him in surprise.
"My Dear, has everything been okay lately?" He gently asks. "Ah! Pure Vanilla Cookie? What are you doing here?" You respond, shocked. You had no idea he was coming, you had no time to prepare, you didn't want him to see you like this.
"Are you alright?" He slowly walks toward you before draping his cloak over your shoulders, "You haven't responded to my letter for weeks, and you look awfully tired. How long have you been sitting here working today?" He looks at you with worry swirling in his eyes.
As you sit there failing to answer his question, he gently places a hand on your head and caresses your hair, sighing, "You need to remember to take care of yourself, you know. You can hardly handle this much work in the state that you're in. Why don't you rest for a bit?"
You look at him with tired eyes, attempting to provide a counter-argument, "I know, I know, but-" "No buts. You're going to go lay in bed and read a nice book to help you de-stress. I'll also fetch you some tea. Then, perhaps you can take a nap. You'll feel a lot better when you wake up," He suddenly picked you up, carrying you back to your bedroom before you can even say anything. Perhaps he was right though, as you were indeed doing a lot better the next morning. Perhaps self-care really is important after all.
a/n: not me writing a fic about self-care at 2 am when i haven't slept and i am in fact not taking care of myself lmao uhhhhhh i promise ill get some sleep once i finish up the rest of the requests i swear i pinky promise i swear
thanks for reading, and remember to take care of yourself! don't be like me lmao
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If you’re taking requests, I’d love to see something with domestic!Hotch, pure fluff and love.
hi thank you for your request!! hope this is OK!! fem!reader
"Alright," you say, hands in front of you, poised, "okay, I can do it."
"You can't. You won't be able to, and I'll have to take you to the ER with a broken neck," Aaron says, though he doesn't seem alarmed at all, sitting on the leather armchair of your apartment with a mug of hot chocolate in hand.
"I can do it! Don't be defeatist. You always tell me that I can do anything."
"You can do anything," he agrees, "and that includes breaking your neck."
"It's just a handstand. I know you're jealous because you can't do one, but there's no need to put me down. I expected more from you Hotchner, I really did."
He hums as if to say, Well, what can you do? and takes a sip of his drink. You're thrilled he's home, jubilant that he's relaxed, and yeah, you're so happy you've decided to show off a little. You got to talking about being younger and getting old, how the lost mobility starts and never ends. You're not as old as Aaron is but you're not so young, either.
"I can't actually remember the last time I did a handstand," you admit.
"I'm sure it's like riding a bike."
"Very funny. Okay, I'm really going to do it, handsome." You start to move forward toward the wall, but stop at a sputter, turning your head over your shoulder to ask, "Would you take care of me, if I hurt myself?"
"I'd be very annoyed."
"But you'd look after me? Shower me and stuff?"
Aaron puts down his mug, smiling at you lovingly. "What sort of question is that? Of course I would. Now do your handstand, honey."
"Are you kidding?" you ask.
He looks nice in his pyjamas, new and ironed and the best you could find for him at the grocery store, knowing he'd be coming over and knowing he wouldn't bring anything comfortable with him to change into. You couldn't abide by another night of leaning on him in his slacks and button up shirt while you're in an old college t-shirt and sweatpants. It feels so disproportionate. Better now to get to sit with him in vaguely matching pyjamas, his trousers blue with white stripes, yours white with blue flowers. Better still to perform gymnastics in them and discuss how he'd nurse you back to health in the case of a concussion.
"What's the worst that could happen?" he asks.
"I break my neck?" you ask, incredulous.
He raises his eyebrows.
You wave your hand at him and he laughs, pleased to have set a successful trap. You're too nervous to run into the handstand, but walking feels like less than ideal momentum.
"Don't look," you say eventually.
"I'd like to look."
"Don't look, Aaron. I can feel you looking."
"I actually think you might be able to do it," he says. He sounds carefree, for once. He never sounds this relaxed over the phone, and it takes him a few hours to wind down after work every night, but on the weekends when it's you and him alone, Aaron laughs. He makes stupid jokes, he kisses behind your ears, he lets himself indulge in snacks and TV. And he encourages your bad decisions. "Take it slow, you don't have to impress anyone. Besides me."
"You think you're very funny," you murmur.
You finally give in. You bend at the waist and shift your weight onto your hands, and you collapse into a sideways ball before you have the chance to impress. "Woah!" you shout, your arm slapping into your face and your knee burning from carpet friction.
Aaron starts laughing like crazy, like —you've never heard him make that sound before. You're startled enough by his boyish giggling to forget your embarrassing defeat for a moment, until he slides his hands under your arms to pull you into a sitting position, crooning, "Oh, my girl, that was really pathetic. I can't believe you knew how to do a handstand in the first place if that's what you're working with now."
"Aaron, what the fuck." Your unhappiness wanes as he kisses you, the curve of his smile cutting your frown. "Pathetic was a bit strong," you mumble into his lips, hand in his t-shirt and pulling him down for another kiss.
"How have you managed to get me on the floor again?" he asks on his knees, hand to your face, thumb glancing off of the highest point of your cheek affectionately.
"Don't know. Reckon I can do a rolypoly?"
"Not if it's anything like your handstand."
Aaron rubs your arms and stands up, tugging at your hands to encourage you to do the same. You do, but as you stand, you notice something.
"You won't believe this, handsome," you say, bending down.
He grabs your waist. "You're not trying again."
"I'm not!" You stand, holding out the palm of your hand. "Look, it's our missing puzzle piece."
Aaron frowns at your jigsaw piece, a cream colour that blended in with the floor. "That's not good."
"Why not?" you ask. You and Aaron spent hours sitting around the coffee table doing that jigsaw together, and you'd both been genuinely disappointed to find it incomplete.
He closes his hand over yours and pulls you in for a soft kiss. "I wrote them a very angry email," he confesses. "It was… unlike me."
"You didn't."
"I did," he says, nodding into another kiss, your twin laughter smothered by the other's gentle touch, "I really, really did."
"You'll have to say sorry."
"Return the new puzzle, too."
"Or… we could never tell anyone."
Aaron laughs warmly and wraps his arms around your shoulders, a big hand cradling the back of your head. "Good idea."
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I'll find you always (but I'd rather go alone)
comfort came against my will - series masterlist coming soon
pairing: dick grayson x reader (gender neutral)
length: 1.1k
genre: fluff, comfort
warnings: established relationship, reader finding out dick is nightwing, reader is almost mugged but nothing actually happens, dick has big feelings and doesn't know how to handle them
a/n: I have a ton more written for this couple but let's just start here
It's while you're walking home late one night that it all comes out. You sigh as you weave through a back alley, knowing that Dick would be furious if he knew that, not only were you walking home alone after dark, but you're taking shortcuts through more dangerous parts of the city. But you're tired and you'd had a long day and you couldn't stand the thought of dealing with a creepy cabbie, so you decided to walk, slipping through side streets as all your thoughts swirled around wanting to be home.
But of course, it's not that simple. Of course, you're cornered by three guys who are incredibly interested in the contents of your bag. And… of course, you grew up the way you did, in Gotham of all places. You're not scared, you're just tired and fed up and want to go home.
You don't even have a chance to move, though, before Nightwing is dropping from a nearby roof and dispatching the men in front of you. You cross your arms and huff while you lean against the brick wall. You tilt your chin up as Nightwing stalks towards you and somewhere in the back of your brain, where your sensible self-preservation instincts are buried, an alarm bell rings. Nightwing is all power and presence and danger as he stands tall before you, close enough that you can see the way his muscles strain against his suit.
You level your gaze with his, waiting for him to make the first move as he stares back at you - you've had your fair share of run-ins with vigilantes and you know that not all of them are as friendly as Batman and his crew. So you wait, holding yourself steady until Nightwing makes the first move.
"Are you hurt?" is all he asks. You arch a brow, his voice pinging some sort of recognition in your brain as you try to place where you've heard it before.
"Pretty sure you showed up before anything had a chance to happen, hm?" you quip back and notice the way his fists ball. Okay, you think. Not in the mood for banter.
"You should be more careful," he responds, and there's a levelness to his rage that reminds you of something but you just can't place it and -
"I'm as careful as I need to be," you snap back. "There are a lot of people in this city who need a guardian angel more than I do - you should go find one of them." So much for not provoking him.
He doesn't do anything, though. He's wound up, that much is clear; he's tense and angry and frustrated and you're not completely sure why or… why you know all of that about him.
"I found you," is what he finally offers, softness seeping into his voice in a way that makes your stomach flip.
"Hm?" you respond, worried that if you speak, you'll break through the blanket of softness that enveloped you both.
"I found you. Always - I'll always find you. I'll always be here," it's the gentleness that does it, that clicks the last piece of the puzzle into place and forces a huff of breath out of your lungs.
"Is that so?" you murmur back. His hand unclenches and looks as if it's reaching for you for a moment before it falls back to his side and he steps back.
"Of course," he clears his throat. "I always will."
"And why's that?" you press, finally knowing what you're pressing for.
"I'm going to make sure you get home safely. Come on… other people are waiting for their guardian angel," he says, stiff as a board as he closes up. You cock your head to the side.
"Go on then," you prompt. "I can get myself home."
"And I'll make sure of it. Come on."
"No," you shrug. "I'd rather go alone."
"I'm trying to keep you safe." There it is, that dangerous, angry edge seeping back into his voice. You recognize it so clearly this time around.
"And I said no," you push. "I don't need protecting, and you can't save someone that doesn't want to be saved."
"Sometimes when people refuse it is when they need it the most," he growls back, fists balling again. You scoff and cross your arms, slouching against the alley wall.
"Dick saviour complex Grayson, huh. You never let it go, do you?"
Time sort of just… stands still after that. Dick stands before you frozen and your heart melts a little, knowing how rare it is for him to be caught like this and how he must be reeling right now.
"Come on," you say gently as you push yourself off the wall and start walking down the alley. "You were gonna walk me home, right?" He doesn't respond, but you hear his footsteps ever so slightly following behind you, and wonder if he's doing it intentionally so that he doesn't spook you, or if you've done enough spooking and he's still in shock. You glance behind you, but his mask keeps so much from you. You sigh, then, halting as you wait for him to catch up.
"Hey…" you say gently when he stands in front of you, anxious in a way you've never seen him before. "You ok?"
"How long have you known?" he asks quietly.
"About… three minutes I think," you respond lightly. His eyes snap to your and he huffs out a laugh.
"Oh…" he says. "Oh, that's not so bad." you laugh and take his hand, pulling him further out of the alley.
"No, it's really not, is it? Your teasing is gentle. "Now come on, Nightwing, you promised to make sure I get home safe. We can talk about this later, okay? But - you should know… it's okay. It's all okay." He stops walking, then, pulling your arm gently so that you swing around and face him.
"Really?" he prods gently.
"Really," you assure. "I mean… if I had a problem with vigilantes I wouldn't be here, right? And I did, uh… have some suspicions that you hadn't quite retired after Robin"
"Yea," Dick laughs. "I guess that was bound to happen. But, you're right, we can talk later. Come on, now - I promised to get you home safe." you smile up at him, letting him keep your hand firmly in his as you walk side by side.
"Oh," he continues. "And don't think for a second this means I've forgotten about you being out here alone late at night. We're gonna be talking about that, too." You groan and he laughs, pulling you into him to press a kiss to your forehead.
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*not my gif <3
Care
Summary: Spencer takes care of his daughter when she's depressed and can't do it herself
Warnings: Depression, self-deprecation, bad writing, swearing, reader struggles to take care of herself
Word Count: ~ 1.4k
Spencer's apartment was dark when he entered.
Quiet, too.
He flicked a light on and looked around.
Not a single thing was different than when he'd left 3 days ago.
The book he left on the couch was in the exact same place, his mug still stood on the coffee table.
He called your name into the apartment, not getting an answer.
He quickly dropped his satchel by his coat stand and went to your room.
The door was open, your room was just as dark as the rest of the apartment.
He saw you lying in bed and whispered your name.
When you didn't answer he got even more worried.
He stepped into your room, only now noticing how messy it had seemingly gotten.
Sitting down on the edge of your bed he reached over to your nightstand and turned your lamp on.
Your eyes blinked open and struggled to not close again because of the light.
You looked up at your dad and tiredly blinked.
"Hi," He said.
He had that specific tone of voice he used when he was worried about you, you could tell.
"What are you doing home? You said you wouldn't be back until Sunday."
Spencer's worry increased at that, "It is Sunday, sweetheart."
Your eyes widened, "What? No, it can't be."
"How long have you been in bed?" He knew it was difficult for you to get out of bed sometimes, but your depression hadn't been this bad in a long time.
You looked around your room, your brain was slow and tired.
It couldn't be Sunday.
You had an essay and homework to finish how were you going to get everything done if it was Sunday night already?
Spencer noticed your breathing getting more erratic.
"Hey, hey, hey, look at me, it's okay. You're okay. What is it you need help with?"
Tears of exhaustion and overwhelm formed in your eyes.
"I don't need help, I just have to stop being so fucking lazy." Your words came out harshly.
"You are not lazy," Spencer said. "You have lower energy levels because you're depressed and you haven't eaten in the last few days, not because you don't want to spend your energy on things."
You looked around at your messy room.
"I'll help you clean your room," You dad said, seeing what you were looking at. "But let's focus on you first. Do you think you feel okay enough to take a shower?"
You took a second to think before shaking your head.
Spencer nodded in understanding.
"That's okay." He thought for a second before standing up, "I'll be right back, okay?"
He exited your room and a few tears escaped your eyes.
"He just got back from a long case, he doesn't want to take care of you like you're a helpless child."
"His job is difficult enough, he doesn't deserve to come home and have more shit to do."
Spencer came back into your room about 3 minutes later, a pack of wet wipes in one hand and a cup with your toothbrush in it in the other.
He sat back down on your bed and moved your hair so it wasn't in your face anymore.
Your hair was dirty.
Spencer knew pointing that out wouldn't be helpful right now, it's not like you weren't aware.
With your hair tucked behind your ears and out of your face, Spencer removed a wipe from the bag and carefully started cleaning your face.
The hand he held under your chin was cold.
But the gentle way he treated you felt warm and healing.
He threw the wipe away in your little dustbin and then put toothpaste on your toothbrush for you.
He handed it to you and waited for you to take it.
You slowly brushed your teeth, using the cup he brought to spit the toothpaste out.
"I'm sorry." You whispered when you were done and he took your toothbrush from you.
"For what, sweetheart?" He placed the cup on your bedstand and your toothbrush on top of it.
"You just got back, you must be tired and I'm making you take care of me because I'm too pathetic to do it myself."
Self-deprecation was common in depressed people, Spencer knew that.
But it never hurt less to hear you insult yourself, to be reminded that you didn't see yourself the way he saw you.
"I'm not tired." He assured you.
He wasn't lying. Seeing your child depressed and exhausted wakes you up more than any slap in the face or ice cold water ever could.
"It's not your fault you can't take good care of yourself right now. And you're not making me do anything. I want to take care of you. I'm your dad, that's what I'm here for." He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.
"I'm gonna get you some clean clothes, okay?"
You nodded and just sat there as he walked to your closet.
A lot of your clothes were contributing to the mess on your floor but Spencer grabbed the most comfortable looking clothes he could find.
A hoodie and sweatpants and some fuzzy socks.
He also quickly snatched a hair tie from your desk.
Spencer placed the clothes on your bed in front of you. "Can you turn around for a second so I can tie your hair back, please?"
You did as he asked and he quickly tied your hair.
He ignored the urge to untangle your hair, you needed to eat first.
"I'm gonna go make you something to eat while you get dressed, you can take as much time as you need."
Your dad left your room, closing the door behind him.
Slowly and begrudgingly, you got up and managed to change into the clean clothes your dad picked out.
You took the cup from your bedstand and left your room, going to the bathroom to put your toothbrush back and use the toilet.
After finishing your things in the bathroom, you went to find your dad.
You found him in the kitchen, washing grapes.
"Okay, so I technically lied. I ordered pizza, I didn't make you something, I'm sorry."
Spencer felt bad when he realized he hadn't gone grocery shopping in a while.
But he figured there was also a higher likelihood that you'd actually want to eat pizza, rather than something he made.
"It's okay," You said quietly, moving to sit on the kitchen counter.
Spencer placed a bowl of grapes next to you and ate a few himself.
"Thank you," You said, picking up a grape and eating it.
Spencer smiled softly, happy to see you eat. "You're welcome, sweetheart."
The pizza got there shortly after.
You and Spencer sat on the couch and watchsd your favorite show, which Spencer put on.
You ate your pizza and watched your show, and drank a glass of water Spencer got you.
After you both finished eating, Spencer started helping you with your school things.
To your surprise, you actually got it done.
In retrospect it wasn't that much work, any bit of work sounded like a lot to you before.
Your eyes started to get droopy and it was getting late.
"You should get some rest, sweetheart."
You nodded in agreement.
"Do you want to sleep in my bed, just for tonight?"
He knew you probably hadn't gotten much actually restful sleep in the last few days.
And maybe it would be easier for you to sleep in a slightly different environment.
"Only if it won't bother you," You said, a sense of guilt washing over you.
"It won't." Spencer insisted gently.
"Okay."
Spencer went to put your plates in the kitchen and you went to his room.
You climbed into his bed and lay down.
You lay on the same side you always did when you were little and used to crawl into his bed when you had a nightmare, or just really missed him.
Spencer went to get ready for bed and then got into his bed next to you.
You were nearly asleep by then.
You moved closer to him and rested your hand and your head on his chest.
He protectively kept an arm around you as he read a few chapters of the latest book he was reading.
Your rhythmic and soft breathing let him know you were asleep and he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
He eventually placed his book down and fell alseep, still keeping you close to him.
He would always keep you safe.
Not just from physical danger, from your depression and your thoughts, too.
fin. ♡
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