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pro football player!bllk with girlfailure gf 🙏
“𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝”

a/n: reader is me i fear because i had apple maps on and turned left when siri said turn right (i ain’t ever living that down)
ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, aiku oliver
isagi yoichi
"i’m not saying you're a disaster, love, but i just saw the smoke coming from the toaster and knew you tried to make soup again."
yoichi is genuinely concerned for your wellbeing on a daily basis. he’s in the peak of his athletic prime – eating clean, training consistently, and optimizing performance… and then there’s you, googling “can i eat expired pudding if i microwave it?”
he keeps track of your life with the dedication of a world cup coach. daily alarms set for you. calendar events for you. a literal google doc titled "how to not die this week – for my girlfriend."
“yoichi, i accidentally took a sleeping pill instead of my vitamin again. at 2pm.” “... okay, stay on the phone while i cancel your dentist appointment and put you in bed.”
when you showed up to one of his games wearing a shirt with his face on it, backwards, he didn’t even blink. he just fixed it for you mid-tunnel entrance like he was adjusting his jersey.
he tells reporters, “she keeps me grounded.” what he means is you walked into a glass wall yesterday trying to wave at a squirrel.
itoshi rin
"you’ve burned water. explain to me how that’s even physically possible."
rin is the definition of organized. you? you just poured orange juice into your cereal because you were “half-awake and the cartons looked the same.”
he constantly looks like he’s asking god why he’s being tested. but despite the judgmental sighs and eternal frown, he never lets anyone else talk down to you.
“i couldn’t figure out how to put gas in the car so i called triple A and cried.” “... i’m going to show you how to do it. we’re going right now. bring your notebook.”
he sets emergency funds aside just for your monthly “life mistake.” like the time you bought a fake designer purse that turned out to be a lunchbox.
but he remembers everything. your favorite candy. how you like your grilled cheese (burnt, apparently). which socks help when you’re overwhelmed.
once you got lost in IKEA and called rin in a panic. he tracked you down like joe goldberg.
itoshi sae
"i make millions a year and my girlfriend just got stuck in a revolving door."
sae is rich, classy, and elegant. you once mistook a bidet for a drinking fountain. opposites, baby.
he acts all nonchalant and "ugh," but he's always silently picking up the pieces after you’ve caused another minor catastrophe.
“i thought the microwave was the oven and now the plastic is part of my dinner.” “okay. i’m ordering sushi. don’t eat it. i mean it.”
he’s weirdly patient with you. will roast you endlessly, but also brush your hair out of your face while saying “idiot” in the gentlest voice ever.
once, you tripped walking up the stadium stairs and spilled a nacho tray onto a stranger. he didn’t even blink. just pulled out his black card and paid for all the ruined food.
“do i like her because she’s cute? no. it’s the comedy. i never know what she’ll break next.”
nagi seishiro
"wait… you were supposed to go to work today? oh no."
you both forgot what day it was and slept through a meeting. your lives are one long nap and an accidental door dash order.
nagi genuinely doesn’t care about your failures. he just kind of blinks and goes “eh, sounds annoying. let’s lie down.”
“sei, i think i broke the vacuum.” “cool. guess we don’t clean now.”
you once forgot to bring your passport to the airport. he forgot his shoes. you were that couple. the airline staff pitied you.
he lets you stack your chaos on top of his. gets a little spark in his eyes when you mess something up. “you’re funny,” he says as you spill water on your laptop.
surprisingly supportive. doesn’t fix things, but he’ll cuddle you while you cry about them.
“i ruined the job interview.” “eh. next one. let’s get ice cream.”
mikage reo
"my baby can’t do taxes or read maps, but she’s hot so it’s fine."
he’s so ridiculously rich and competent, and you’re just trying to remember your email password from middle school.
constantly watching you with an amused expression like “wow. she’s really out here giving it her best. adorable.” like you said “i think i wanna become an astronaut” and he started looking up NASA internships.
“reo, i tried to meal prep and now there’s rice in the ceiling fan.” “that’s talent. you want a private chef?”
he buys you a new phone every time you drop one in the toilet. it’s happened four times.
he sends you voice notes like “baby, remember to eat today” and you reply “does chocolate count?” and he’s like “only if you eat six.”
will absolutely drop $30k on something to make your life easier and then call it a “just because you’re a princess” gift.
kaiser michael
"schatz, why are you crying?" "i tried to braid my hair and now there’s a comb stuck in the wall."
kaiser is such a showoff. pro athlete, media darling, good with money, sharp as hell. you? you tried to fix the wi-fi by blowing on it like a nintendo cartridge.
he lives for your mess. he thinks it’s hilarious. he’ll walk into a room you destroyed and be like “wow. modern art. you’ve outdone yourself.”
“kaiser, i accidentally sent my manager a meme instead of my availability.” “did they laugh? no? then resend with context.”
he’ll bully you for your mistakes but then drop everything to help you anyway. “you’re lucky i like you. and that you look hot when confused.”
secretly addicted to you needing him. will pout if you fix something yourself.
“you didn’t call me when your sink broke?” “i googled it.” “what the hell. i was emotionally prepared to be your hero.”
shidou ryusei
"guess what i just did!" "lit something on fire?" "how did you know!?"
you two are absolute chaos. you keep failing at life and he cheers you on like it’s a sport.
“i just sent an angry email to the wrong person.” “HELL YEAH BABY. make it worse! want me to reply with a meme?”
he loves how you panic over small things while he eggs you on. “i lost my shoe!” “go barefoot! embrace the primal life!”
he brings out your most unhinged side and encourages your impulsive decisions. “should i dye my hair pink?” “only if you let me do it with kitchen bleach.”
somehow, when you’re both together, things work?? the disasters cancel out??? or at least no one’s bored.
“she’s dumb, and she’s mine. and if anyone says anything else i’ll headbutt them into next week.”
aiku oliver
"you’re not a failure. you just have a very… creative approach to life. and gravity."
he’s the charming, cocky pretty boy captain and you once fell down an escalator because you were texting.
he calls you “baby” in that teasing voice every time you mess something up. “baby… you really locked yourself out again?” “yes…” “adorable. hold on, let me come save your helpless little ass.”
literally spoils you rotten to compensate for your chaos. you messed up your entire skincare routine and he booked you a five-star spa appointment.
jokes that you’re his "clumsy little gremlin" and kisses your forehead after you bump into a pole.
also weirdly proud of your fails. tells his teammates about them like fun facts. “my girl once put dish soap in the laundry machine. we had bubbles for hours."
he likes that you need him. not in a weird possessive way, just in the fun way.
“she keeps life spicy. also, she accidentally started a fire once by microwaving foil.”
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HIll HSUSHDXB I LIVE UR WRITING SO MUCH I HAVE A REQ PLS HMO.. I saw a tiktok where a girl was "getting ready" and her bf came in and asked "what are u getting ready for? " going and she answered "u mean what are WE getting ready for?" and basically she was gaslighting him into believing they had a date that day:DD I RLLY RLLY RLLY wanna see this with Isagi, Bachira, Barou, Gagamaru, Chigiri Kunigami and maybe Ness :pp IF THEY ARE TOO MANY U CAN PICK FROM THEM PLSS and also can u write it so y/n tells them it was a prank when the guy is halfway thru getting ready??
Ps i realized i had the video saved while writing
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNdhNPJMQ/
You didn't forget did you?

⋮ ⌗ ┆In which you trick them into thinking they forgot you had a date.
Part 1 -u are here!-, Part 2
〃✦ ┆Thank you for the request! I love this idea!!!
⋆⑅˚₊ featuring ╰› isagi. bachira. barou. gagamaru. chigiri. kunigami. ness.
ღ cw ⤿ established relationship, female reader, prank, pet names (baby, honey, sweetie/sweetheart, hübsche)

Yoichi Isagi.ᐟ.ᐟ
Isagi just got back from training at the gym with Bachira when he opened the door to your shared home. His blue eyes looked around once he took his shoes off feeling something was off.
You hadn't come to greet him yet... which was odd because you always greeted him at the door with a kiss. Always even if he had just come back from doing the smallest thing outside.
"Sweetie?" he called concern lacing his words as he set his gym bag down and began looking around the kitchen and living room. Nothing. You were no where to be seen.
That was until he heard music coming from your shared bathroom. He quickly jogged to the bathroom, slightly out of breath due to panic of searching for you. He leaned against the door frame, the sight before him making his body freeze in it's place.
"Sweetie? Whatcha doing?" he questioned carefully.
A scoff left your lips as you turned to him your hair done up all pretty, and your make up finished besides your lips. "What am I doing? What are you doing? You came home so late."
Isagi shook his head confused walking up to you. "Late? Late for what?" he tilt his head, his hands already hesitantly looping around your waist.
"Don't tell me you forgot? Our date Yoichi."
You could see Isagi's face visibly pale almost immediately. His hesitant smile fully dropping from his features. "Date?" he muttered in a questioning tone, in response you nodded like it was obvious.
"W...we have a date... tonight?" he tripped over his words pulling away running a hand through his dark hair. There was absolutely no way the two of you had a date that he forgot about.
Hell he was the one that asked you out on dates!
His eyes shot to your face as a frown grew on your features. "So we aren't going out?" you asked sadly making your boyfriend's heart ache. "N...no, we are! Just let me get ready okay sweetie?" he stated quickly before rushing off to the closet to put something presentable on.
As he left the room a grin formed on your features. Your plan working almost too perfectly, though you felt a bit guilty after seeing the pain on his features.
Not even ten minutes later Isagi came rushing back into the bathroom his collared shirt crooked as his belt wasn't through the right loops. He looked like a mad man.
"You got less than ten minutes Yoichi." you hummed applying your lipstick carefully in the mirror.
"Fuck okay..." he muttered trying to fix himself quickly.
"Oh and Yoichi." you called making the male huff and turn to you, mentally preparing himself in case he forgot something else.
"This was a prank."
Time froze. Isagi froze along with it. You turned to him holding in a laugh that was on the verge of bursting out.
"A what?"
"A prank. Got ya!"
Isagi got silent as he crouched close to the floor placing his hands on his face, looking stressed whilst taking deep breathes.
You grew concerned looking down at him. "Uhm... you okay Yoichi?"
"I will be..."

Meguru Bachira.ᐟ.ᐟ
"Hey babyyy- woah..."
You turned your hand with the mascara wand freezing in the air, as you look at your husband.
Bachira looked you up and down with a confused grin. "Whatcha getting ready for?" he asked curiously tilting his head. He wasn't even trying to hide the fact he was actively checking you out.
"Uhm our date?"
"Date?"
"Yeah... date..."
Bachira could beat a statue in it's own game from the way his body went rigid. "Woah woah! What date?!?" he shouted running up to you waving his hands frantically.
"We don't have a date?! I would know- I plan them!!" he stated quickly his brows furrowed.
"No way you forgot Megs! Really I've been looking forward to it!" you whined placing the mascara wand down as you crossed your arms over your chest.
"Right... right... uhm can we reschedule it?" he questioned flinching as if the mere proposition would lead to his death.
"No. Go get ready Meguru." you stated firmly with an unamused glare. "Okay... okay..." he slumped off, feeling bad for forgetting something so important to you.
Bachira came back in one sock on and the other no where to be seen, his shirt was on his head as he went to the sink as he began brushing his teeth quickly.
"You promise we have a date?" he said his mouth full of toothpaste.
"Yes Meguru, don't speak with toothpaste in your mouth!"
You sighed watching him spit the stuff out and begin to wash his face.
"Uhm another thing Meguru..." you said hesitently as he continued to splash water on his face humming in response for you to continue.
"This was all a prank..." you said quickly.
The bathroom got silent after that, the only noise being made from the running sink. The male seemed to freeze still hunched over the sink.
"Sorry Meguru I saw this video and wanted to try it!"
You tried to reason with him but he slowly turned to you almost scaring you. Then before you knew it, you were dripping wet.
"Megs?!?!" you gasp after your husband just splashed you with water, his face blank.
"Oh oops! My monster told me to do it!"

Shoei Barou.ᐟ.ᐟ
"Hey where did you put-"
Barou froze in the doorway of the bathroom. His red eyes trailing up your figure which was in a form-fitting dress. The one you recently just bought on your most recent shopping adventure.
"Where the hell are you going dressed like that?" the male questioned crossing his arms.
You scoffed looking at him through the bathroom mirror as you actively put your makeup on; "Our date obviously?"
"Date? What fucking date?" he scoffed taking his phone out; most likely going to his calender app. Something he used quite often. Just as he got on to the current day he scoffed almost laughing, "You in your right mind, we don't have a date tonight?" he rolled his eyes leaning against the bathroom wall.
"Yes we do." This time you turned to him with a glare. "Remember the beach restuarant?" Your words made Barou's eyebrows furrow. He didn't remember having a date tonight. And there is no way in hell he wouldn't have wrote it down if he did plan one.
He left the room coming back shortly after his departure walking up to you.
"What game are you playing at? Because neither the virtual calender nor the physical one says anything about a date tonight." You frowned. "We do though Shoei!"
"Quit lying, or I'm not making your pastries tomorrow." he growled out. You froze forgetting he promised you those.
"Ugh you're no fun. I wanted to try this prank I saw."
"God why did I marry someone so childish." he groaned patting your hair. "Let me go get ready..."
You looked up confused as your husband walked off to your shared closet. "Get ready for what?"
"Our date obviously."

Gin Gagamaru.ᐟ.ᐟ
You walked into your bedroom seeing your boyfriend laying on your bed watching Natural Geographic on your computer.
"Gin what are you doing? What about our date?" you questioned putting your earrings in as you stood at the end of the bed wearing a sundress.
The male turned to you tiredly after a few seconds. His wide eyes gazing at your figure, no emotions showing on his features.
"Date? Since when?" he muttered his voice deep and blunt.
You sighed walking to him and grabbing his arm trying to drag his large body off the bed. "Since tonight! Don't tell me you forgot!" Your whines made Gagamaru get off the bed standing a near foot taller than you as he looked down at you.
"Where are we going?" he muttered blankly completely clueless on what was going on.
You comically pushed him towards the closet. "That one restaurant remember."
A sigh left his lips as he hated going out to a fancy restaurant. "Do we have too?"
"Yes! The reservations were already made Gin!"
After five minutes of trying—and failing—to push your beast of a boyfriend to the closet he gave in and went on his own.
You sat on the bed waiting for him as you grinned thinking about how it was easier to trick him than you thought it'd be. "Is this okay?" he muttered stepping out of the closet wearing nicer clothes than before.
"Yep, you look great honey!" you grinned walking up to him.
He was about to walk to the bathroom when you muttered something that caught his attention. "Now I feel bad..." you muttered as he tuned to you.
"Feel bad about what?" he questioned tilting his head. "Oh that this was all a prank... sorry!" you confess with a sheepish smile.
A squeal left your lips as the male grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder as he walked towards the bed.
"Huh hey Gin put me down! What are you doing?!" you questioned hitting his back slightly. He tossed you on the bed as you gazed up at him, your vision focusing on him.
"Oh boy..."

Hyoma Chigiri.ᐟ.ᐟ
"Hey baby have you seen my... oh wow okay."
You glanced at your boyfriend through the mirror. "Huh, why aren't you dressed yet?" you questioned a frown on your features. The question caught the red-head off guard. "Dressed? Where are we going?"
"Don't tell me you forgot Hyo..." you gasped turning to face him. "Remember we were gonna go to the pier..."
"The pier?" he repeated turning his head as if it would help him hear you more clearly. "Yeah you were gonna win me a plushie Hyoma."
You turned back continueing to do your makeup as he watched you silently not knowing if you were joking or not. He decided to test the waters by letting out a slight awkward laugh.
"Haha... very funny Y/n, now what are you talking about?"
"Hyoma I don't understand what's so funny. Are you seriously saying you forgot our date?" you glared at him through the mirror.
He felt his muscles tense slightly before shaking his head. "No... no of course not... it must've just slipped my mind- yeah..." he left the room to go quickly get ready.
Whilst he did Chigiri grabbed his phone checking his reminders for the day. Finding that no reminder was set for a date at all for any day of the week. "What the hell is she talking about? Did I seriously forget?" he muttered grabbing one one of his dress shirts.
He quickly got ready not wanting to make you even more pissed than you probably already were. He walked back into the bathroom shortly after, grabbing his brush as he gazed down at his skin care products.
He wouldn't even have time to do his routine. With a groan he began brushing his long red hair, feeling a pair of eyes on him.
"What is it?" he sighed a frown on his face.
"Nothing, you're just making me feel bad now." you groaned leaning against the counter with a bored look. "Feel bad? What?" he looked at you confused.
"That this was all a prank of course." you replied simply shrugging.
"Y/n... are you serious?" Chigiri sighed with two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Yep!"
"God I hate you."

Rensuke Kunigami.ᐟ.ᐟ
Kunigami has just gotten home from the gym when he saw that dinner wasn't ready yet. He grew confused considering you normally always had dinner ready by the time he got home.
"Y/n?" he called confused as he walked into the master bedroom. You sat at your vanity fixing your hair as his eyes widened at your appearance.
"What are you dressed up for?" he questioned. You looked over at him "Our date, don't tell me you forgot Rensuke." you spoke looking him up and down. A unamused expression growing on your face. "Why are you just sitting there? Go get ready before we're late."
"Woah pause, when did we have a date to begin with Y/n? And why didn't you remind me before I went to the gym?" his right hand ran through his hair, a sign that he was becoming stressed.
"Well you've never forgot about date before..." you muttered innocently as you went back to fixing your hair.
You hard a groan come from him as he walked to the bathroom starting the shower. "Damn that was easy..." you muttered to yourself as you began to do your makeup.
Kunigami then left the bathroom wearing a white button up shirt that showed his muscles well along with black dress pants. "Where are we going anyways?" he muttered heading to the dresser to grab his cologne that you bought him for his brithday.
"Uhm... the kitchen" you answered like it was the obvious thing in the world.
Your words made the ginger freeze, his cologne mid spray before he turned to you. You were already grinning up at him makeup done, hair done, and dressed in one of his favorite dresses.
"Y/n... tell me the truth..." Kunigami spoke slowly needing to make sure if his thoughts were correct.
"Our date will be in the kitchen... surprise!"
You waved your hands happily as he just stared at you for a few seconds.
"Ren?" you tilt your head as he rubbed his face. "You're a lot of work you know that?" he muttered his tired gaze on you and only you.
A scoff left your lips, "You don't mean that! Right Ren?"
His silence said everything as he went back to the closet to change.
"Ren! No come back!"

Alexis Ness.ᐟ.ᐟ
Ness just got back from training with Kaiser, when we was heading into the bathroom to shower. His eyes spotted you at the bathroom counter wearing a light flowy dress whilst in the midst of fixing your hair.
"Woah hübsche, what's the occasion?" [ᴾʳᵉᵗᵗʸ] he hummed smoothly wrapping his arms loosely around your waist.
"You didn't tell me you were going out with the girls tonight..." he muttered resting his head on your shoulder as he gazed at you through the mirror.
"That's because I'm not, did you forget Alexis?" you raised an eyebrow at him. "Forget what?" he returned.
"Our date." you spoke bluntly.
To say he didn't feel hurt that you would ever think he would forget something as important as a date, deeply hurt him. That's like saying you were questioning his love for you.
Which is something he has proven to you more than once...
"No no we don't have a date... did you get your dates mixed up Y/n? We have one ten six days from now at 4pm at the aquarium but not tonight." he spoke simply with a close eyed smile.
Your eyes widened forgetting how good of a memory he had.
"N...no we have a date tonight... go get ready."
With a small huff Ness went and did as told. His mind racing with ideas of what you were planning. He knew damn well there was no planned date.
Was it a surprise? No you wouldn't have accused him of forgetting if it was...
Just what was his girl plotting?
By the time he was out of the shower and dressed in his nicer wardrome. You were leaning against the door way.
"Wanna know something Alexis?" you asked gazing at your boyfriend. His attention turned you, already noticing you didn't seem to be in as much of a rush as before.
"What hübsche?"
"This was all a prank..."
Your confession made him smile wide. Which confused you heavily.
"What you're not mad or upset? Not even relieved?" you questioned walking up to him quickly.
"I mean you just proved I was right. You know I never forget our dates." he replied, his words sickly sweet. His eyes didn't match his smile as they held more of a warning as if to say "Don't try this again."
Which you most definitley was not going to...

I hope I wrote this to your liking! I had a lot of fun writing this <3
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Jaw dropped what.
#ppl are entitled to feel how they feel bla bla bla ik the drill#dora daily#I actually don’t exactly feel salty rn bc I’m trying hard to be detached like who cares if nobody will ever like me ndieows !!! who cares if#I’m not lovable !!!#OK affirmations over basically like girl ….#you get everything#even took my friend from me what 😭#and you say no one likes you NDOWWKA#someone literally made an artwork for you for free as a present fyi#like yesterday 😭#girl I don’t even get ppl sending me things that remind them of me bc no one cares 😭#wdym no one cares about you#if I had a speck of what you had I’d feel so loved#at least you don’t need to make up imaginary people who can love you PFFTTTT#I’m laughing at myself not her#but yeah#like I only got something sent to me once or so and it was an ayato fanart that they thought I’d like#pls I treasured that so hard what and that artwork wasn’t even made for me#it was an artist who drew it and someone sent it to me bc they remembered I liked ayato a lot 😭#that’s so sweet I still am so grateful 😭#the bar is in hell#istg ppl like her make taking drugs and being an alcoholic sound divine bc what 😭#if your existence is miserable then mine is so much so I deserve to be dead ok#you go to concerts and I’m holed up in my room unable to go to the shop near my home which is in walking distance …#I can’t even go to uni without updating my mum every two steps or else she’ll go ballistic#once I forgot to tell her I got on the train after she took me to the station im 99% sure she took me to the station#and started calling me and leaving voicemails#IM SCREWED !!!#you go to concerts on your own …#you can dress how you want without your mum picking every outfit for you ….
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The BAU team meeting Hotch’s younger gf who looks like she walked off the front cover of a magazine & she’s so bubbly and has a really comforting energy! How would they react????
The satisfying little clicks of heels against the marble floor wasn’t enough to gain any of their attention usually, but accompanied by the delicately enchanting chimes of true laughter and sweet smell of baked goods—eyes were immediately lifting to investigate to the scene.
“Thank you so much!” An incredibly sweet, honeyed voice gushed genuinely, “here, all of these are meant for my boyfriend but I’m sure he won’t even notice.”
The team traded immensely interested looks as they surveyed the scene, Anderson (who was uncharacteristically blushing a bright flustered cherry red) was being handed a chocolate chip muffin by—wow—a startlingly gorgeous young women who was dressed in inviting soft colours and had a large sweet smile on her face that served to emphasise her lovely appearance.
“My day just got a hundred times better.” Derek grinned, swivelling his chair sideways to speak to the rest of his team while barely taking his eyes off you.
“You’re telling me.” Emily’s mouth hung open a little as she leaned forwards on her elbows to look at you more closely.
“Behave.” JJ scolded before her brief look of reprimand melted under Emily’s pointed stare, “she’s looks so sweet I just wanna eat her.”
“She has a boyfriend.” Spencer reminded them.
“What—?”
“Pretty boy—you and—“
“Oh—oh, no!” Spencer flustered, sputtering out the gulp of his coffee he had in his mouth (JJ handed him a napkin with a mothers readiness). “Not—I would be absolutely honoured—and—and, for lack of a sensical phrase, over the moon, to have a romantic relationship with a woman such as her but—no, unfortunately. She—she said a few moments ago that has a boyfriend.”
“Ah.” Emily blinked, a slow almost sheepish smirk on his lips, “I wasn’t really listening to what she was saying, just watching her lips move.”
“Preach sister.” Derek leaned forward for a fist-bump which Emily easily gave, both of them nodding in solidarity.
“Hello!” They all startled heavily as your gentle, happy voice chimed now much closer to them and mouths dropped subtly at just how beautiful you looked up close.
“Well hello sweetheart.”
“H-hi.”
“Hi gorgeous.”
“Hello!”
You blinked at them, an adorable giggle leaving you at the onslaught of greetings that came all at once. “Hi! You wouldn’t happen to know where Aaron Hotchner’s office is would you?”
“Hotch?” Emily furrowed her brows at you curiously and then seemed to forgot about, well, any of anything she was thinking as your bubbly smile and sparkling eyes turned her way and you gave a cheerful ‘yep!’ “Um—just, up those stairs, the first door at the top.”
“Thank you very much.” You told her, voice as sweet as the packet of fizzy haribos hidden in her desk. “It was lovely meeting you all, we’ll probably be better acquainted later on.”
With a sparkly mischievous twinkle in your bright eyes and another adorable giggle, you took off in a small spin that sent the enchanting mix of your perfume and the baked goods wafting over to all of them and they all watched, entranced, as you climbed the steps to their boss’ office.
After several seconds of dazed silence, Spencer gasped.
“Boyfriend—“
“Yeah I wouldn’t mind being her boyfriend either.” Derek murmured. “At all—really, no sweat off my back.”
“Hotch.”
JJ’s mouth dropped open as she realised where Spencer was going with his train of thought, rolling back in her chair as they pointed at him in realisation.
“Oh my God!”
“Hotch—hotch, is her boyfriend..?” Spencer sounded extremely confused, mouth falling open and closing repeatedly.
“Huh?”
“Reid, you are having a giggle.”
“No, he’s right.” JJ confirmed, mouth open and eyebrows raised. “She said she was here to see her boyfriend and she’s gone to see Hotch. . 2 plus 2 equals. .”
“. . An incredibly brokenhearted Derek Morgan.” Derek’s own mouth dropped open, craning his neck to see what was going on in the office of his boss before realising that Hotch had shut the blinds. Derek gasped, that sneak.
“And a flummoxed Emily Prentiss.”
“But she’s so—“
“Yeah.”
“And he’s like—“
“Literally!”
“Well, the last few months Hotch has been incredibly more relaxed, in fact his percentage of smiles given has gone up from a measly 30% to almost 84%, his laugh quota has reached high yet levels than I’ve ever known it to be. I had also noted that every Thursday he never goes home as late as he usually retires for the day and with this new revelation of a relationship—I assume this correlates to their date nights.”
“It does.”
Everyone turned in their chairs quickly to face their boss who now stood outside his office a faintly amused smile curving up his lips, at his side was you and you were wearing an amused and loving smile, eyes practically sparkling after Spencer’s speech on your boyfriend’s behaviour as they flickered up to said boyfriend beside you who looked down at you with soft, fond eyes.
“So you figured out my secret.” You grinned at them all, taking in Spencer’s red cheeks and Emily’s flabbergasted, dazed stare. “I’m Y/N, Aaron’s girlfriend!”
“Doesn’t that just crush a man’s hopes and dreams.” Derek pouted quietly to himself, straightening up in alarm when his boss’ intense eyes zeroed in on him.
“Honey, this is JJ—“ The blonde gave a warm, welcoming smile and a wave, “Spencer,” said genius gave a tight lipped awkward smile, hands flailing awkwardly and cheeks a burning fiery red, feeling this pulse thump when they smiled back directly at him, “Emily and Derek.” Both of the aforementioned gave waves with half flirty-ish smirks and half genuine smiles.
The door to Rossi’s office opened and when he stepped out and saw you beside Aaron he smiled happily, walking towards you both.
“Ah, Y/N!” He took you into an embrace, kissing both of your cheeks. “You get more beautiful every time I see you, is this big brute treating you right?”
“Always, Dave.”
He patted you on the shoulders, smiling, before turning to Aaron who was rolling his eyes at him fondly.
“Let’s keep it that way.”
“Rossi!” Emily’s astounded voice exclaimed, ��you—know Y/N—you knew about this—“
It was Dave’s turn to roll his eyes as he continued walking to descend down the stairs, tutting at her disappointedly.
“You thought I wouldn’t?” He countered, “who do you think encouraged him to go for it?”
You laughed at that and your boyfriend smiled down at you fondly, looping an arm around your waist—seemingly forgetting he was in his place of work and needed to keep up the facade of stone cold, emotionless boss.
“What—Rossi—get back here—“ Derek leaped up from his seat and trailed after the older man.
“What, you gonna come watch me take a leak?”
“If it means we get some answers!”
“Shoo parassita.”
All you could do was laugh again, smiling up at your boyfriend as his arm tightened around your waist and he pulled you closer into his side. You were very happy with your decision to come and deliver baked goods to him.
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Crestfallen - Part 1
Author’s Note: I'm on a mini break from work for a few days and I was in the mood to write! I will try to get the next part out quick but I'm not sure when it will be. I hope you enjoy!!
Overall Summary: Although you were born in the Day Court, you've been living in the Night Court for a century. You're close with the inner circle but what will happen when a new healer is brought into the picture?
Part 1 Summary: Exhausted from your first solo mission, you just want to rest but Rhys has other plans. What better way to meet the new healer than to get a check up from her?
Pairing: Azriel x Reader
Warnings: talks of injuries
Your body was laced with exhaustion and all you wanted to do was go home and sleep. You just spent a few weeks away on a tiring mission but Rhys always made you check in with him when you got back first.
So, you dragged your body up to his office and slumped down in a chair.
"You look like hell." Rhys deadpanned.
"Gee, thanks!" You retorted sarcastically.
You laid your head back against the chair hoping to relax a bit.
"I was going to go over the mission with you right now but by the looks of it, you need to be checked out by a healer." He gave you a worried look.
"I don't need-" You started but your High Lord and friend immediately cut you off.
"I don't want to hear it. You were only just our researcher, barely started training a couple months ago. This was your first solo mission. I'm sending you to the healer." His tone left no room for argument.
"Fine, I'll go see Madja." You spoke.
"Actually I forgot to tell you. Madja has been training a new healer, she started the day you left actually. You're going to love her, she's really good." Rhys gushed, "She works out of a shop in town, I'll send you the address."
You nodded your head and stood up. Not happy you had to travel to yet another place that wasn't your bed. Normally you could use your powers to take you places but lately it seemed harder and harder. Assuming it was from your exhaustion, you brushed it off.
You were born in the Day Court and quickly found your way to Velaris when you became an adult. You always felt like you didn't belong anywhere until Rhys offered you a spot in his court.
Your powers were very similar to Azriel's powers. Only instead of shadows swirling around you, you had beams of light. No one had ever trained you properly so you weren't the most comfortable being out in the field until a couple of months ago when Cassian and Azriel had started working with you.
They both felt confident enough for you to take on a solo mission, knowing it should be an easy job and that's how you ended up here, limping through town to get to a healer.
Once you found the shop, you walked in and saw Madja with a woman about your age.
"Ah dear Y/N! You are back! I would like you to meet Clara, she is a new healer in Velaris. I have to head out right now so she will be taking care of you." She spoke warmly, "And Clara, let me know your assessment of her when you are done."
She was gone within seconds after speaking. You gave Clara a small smile.
"You're Y/N?" She questioned.
"Yes, It's nice to meet you!" You told her, reaching out your hand to shake hers.
"Yeah." She said, not even looking over at you.
Assuming she was busy with whatever she was doing, you didn't think too much of it. You let your hand fall down and quickly took a seat.
"So what's wrong?" She deadpanned finally looking over at you.
"I just got back from a mission and Rhys wanted me to have a full check up. I know for sure I have a fairly long cut on my back but besides that I think I'm probably just sore." You let her know everything that was going on with you hoping she could help with your cut and get you out of here.
Without speaking, she got up and walked over to you. She started to pull your shirt up without asking and looked at the cut for about 10 seconds.
"It should heal on its own, you don't need anything from me." She stated and left the room.
You looked around the area a few times to see if anyone else was there. Maybe Cassian was pulling a prank on you, but you didn't see anyone. Confused, you stood up and called out to Clara.
"Am I good to go?" You asked with a slightly raised voice.
"Yep." She clipped out.
You were beyond confused by that entire interaction but you felt even more weak than when you were in Rhys' office. So you left to get home, bathe, and sleep.
Once you were inside your small cottage, you didn't even have any energy to get clean. You fell down on your couch and let the sleep overtake you.
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The knocking was getting louder by the second. It was so loud, you could practically feel the pounding in your head.
"Y/N wake up!" You heard a female voice call out.
Rolling off the couch, you slowly got up and opened the door. Mor stood on the other side with a worried look on her face. Her eyes trailed down your form and the look turned from worry to disgust.
Following her eyes, you looked down at yourself. You were still wearing your torn and dirty clothes from your mission and there was an odd odor coming from you.
"Sorry, I must've been so tired when I got home yesterday I just fell asleep without bathing." You gave Mor a sheepish look.
"Yesterday? Babe you got back from your mission two days ago!" The worry evident in her tone.
"I've been sleeping for two days?!" You shrieked.
How could that be possible?? The mission wore you out but nothing has ever made you that tired before.
"You need to see Clara. Something is definitely wrong." Mor told you.
"No, I'm ok. I'll wait until Madja is back and she can look me over then." You told her, hoping she would leave it alone.
"What? Why wouldn't you just go see Clara right now?" She questioned you.
Torn between telling her the truth or just playing it off, you decided the truth would be best.
"I saw her yesterday and she told me I was fine. Actually, she kind of brushed me off. She was very rude if I'm being totally honest." You confided in your friend.
Mor laughed right in your face, slowly stopping when she saw you weren't laughing with her.
"Wait, you're not joking? Clara is the sweetest fae I've ever met." She spoke shocked.
"Well she must've been upset yesterday or something because she was not sweet to me." You stood your ground but didn't want to keep talking bad behind her back.
"C'mon, I'll go with you. If she's rude again, I'll say something." Your friend said and held her hand out to you.
Relieved, you grabbed her hand as well. The two of you head off to the shop. You still felt drained so it took a little longer than usual. Mor kept sending worried glances at you the entire time.
The two of you entered the shop and Clara ran over to Mor, wrapping her up in a hug. She gave you a bright smile next, greeting you.
"Sorry, I wasn't sure if you'd be comfortable with hugs seeing as we just met a few days ago! How are you??" Clara spoke as if she was so excited to see you again.
Assuming that she was just having a rough night when you saw her last, you gave her the benefit of the doubt.
"Hello, well I'm still feeling pretty weak-" You started.
"She's been sleeping since you saw her two days ago." Mor finished for you.
"What?? Oh my, I better get you checked out." Clara spoke urgently, "Mor you can wait outside my shop."
Mor gave you a look and you gave her a small nod in return as if to say she was ok to leave. Once the door shut behind her, Clara started to look over some charts.
"So, you've really been sleeping for two days?" She deadpanned, her entire tone shifting once it was only you.
"Um...yes. Mor just woke me up." You stammered, shocked at the sudden change.
"Are you always so lazy?" She asked while writing something in her chart.
Your eyes went wide at her question.
"What?" You asked.
"I mean, I was told you are close to Azriel. Is that correct?" She questioned then continued without waiting for your response, "I just think it reflects poorly on the spymaster if someone so close to him is so lazy... and a slob."
She finished her sentence looking you up and down. To say you were shocked would be an understatement.
"Excuse me? I don't know if I did something to offend you but it is not ok for you to speak to me like that." You stood up as you spoke, ready to leave and never see her again.
The only problem was you must have stood up too fast because you were starting to feel dizzy. Then all at once you fell to the ground with a thud, and passed out on the floor.
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Baji Headcanons Pt. 2!
Since people seemed to like the first (didn't expect that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)
Most of these are of him being a mama's boy
⚝ When people don't want him to know something, they'll spell it out
⚝ Grew out his hair to look more like his momma ❤️
⚝ Refused to sleep in his own bed until he was 8 and shared a bed with his mom. He wasn't afraid of the dark or anything. He just wanted to sleep with her
⚝ His love for yakisoba came from times when it was all his mom could afford.
⚝ He lets Mana and Luna braid his hair and put hair clips in it.
⚝ Accidentally cursed in front of a parakeet, and it repeated it over and over. (He blamed it on Chifuyu)
⚝ Tried to get his mom's name tattooed, but he spelled it wrong. Chifuyu pointed it out before he could do it.
⚝ When Peke J passed, he and Chifuyu held a funeral and made everyone attend. A real casket, flowers, suits, the whole thing
⚝ Most of his hygiene products are things he takes from his mom.
⚝ If he’s bored, he’ll just punch the nearest Toman member and yell, "Fight me!" Even if they weren’t doing anything.
⚝ He'll misbehave everywhere but the zoo. He's terrified of getting banned for life.
⚝ The only one who willingly trains with Kakucho
⚝ He likes to steal shopping carts and race down the street in them.
⚝ He talks his mother's ear off daily. She'll hide inside the bathroom from him, but he'll sit outside the door and keep talking.
⚝ His mom is the only one who can touch his hair. Mainly because if he tries to stop her she'll guilt trip him by saying, "I spent nine months making this hair. I can touch it if I want!"
⚝ He once convinced her to get on his bike, and she screamed the entire time while clutching onto him for dear life.
⚝ Tried keeping his manga in a lock box to hide them from his mom, but forgot the code.
⚝ Fully believed that he could land on his feet like a cat and jumped from his window to prove it. (He could not)
⚝ He had a nightmare that he was deathly allergic to cats.
⚝ Went on a rant about how Flynn didn't need to cut Rapunzel's hair so damn short.
⚝ Makes a concerning number of fatherless jokes. At one point, you'll start to wonder if he's still joking.
⚝ He wakes up with a new bruise or scar almost every day. He doesn't know how or why they got there.
⚝ Takemichi gave him a puzzle as a birthday gift, and he asked if he was insulting him.
⚝ Searches his mother's room head to toe for snacks he knows she's hiding for herself
⚝ One of those customers with IT support. "It's telling me to reset my computer. What do I do now?"
⚝ His mom got him books for Christmas as a punishment for failing all his classes.
⚝ He's not allowed near the grill at cookouts, and someone has to guard the lighter fluid the whole time.
⚝ At the reception of Emma and Draken's wedding, he volunteered to give a speech. Thirty seconds in, it took three people to rip the mic out of his hands. (He wasn't allowed to give speeches at any other important events.)
⚝ Acts like his mother is the child when she doesn't come home on time. He'll call her and be like, "Oh, you must think you're grown." "I don't remember saying you could be out this late." And when she comes home, he interrogates her about who she was with.
⚝ She took too long to come home from the store, and he was convinced she had been abducted or was dead.
⚝ His mom didn't touch a single thing in his room after he passed. His bed was still unmade, magazines scattered all over the floor, and crumbled homework on his desk. She couldn't bring herself to touch anything.
⚝ She dressed him for his funeral and did his hair.
⚝ When she noticed a black cat hanging around his balcony, she'd feed and pet it. She likes to think it's Baji paying her a little visit.
⚝ She picked up extra shifts to get out of the house more. She can't stand the continuous silence.
⚝ The last time she saw him, she had a bad feeling that night but didn’t say anything. Instead, she just told him, "Be careful and come home soon." He smiled at her and said, "Don’t worry, Ma. I’ll be back."
⚝ She would find herself making portions big enough for two, setting the table for him, and making the food he likes, but she doesn't.
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꩜.ᐟ Qimir x Padawan! Reader
Why would your master want a padawan like you when he has his acolyte?
Notes: I've seen fics abt padawan reader and none can quench my thirst eugh😫pls note i have nooo idea what goes on in the star wars universe please don't come for me😣
"Hand me that one, fast" He gestured to the purple fruit just beside you, not daring to glance at you. "Yes, sir"
You curiously peeked over your master as you handed the fruit, what was so important it had him rushing like this?
"It's for Mae," he says, the squelching fruit making you frown, you forget he reads minds as easily as breathing. Your frown deepens as you remember. Mae. His acolyte, he took you in a few months before Mae came, that first few months felt like heaven, it was just you and him, in this unknown planet, training, practicing.
Yet, after Mae came, it almost felt like you were some kind of servant for the both of them, he trained with her day and night, leaving you to fend for yourself, he told you it's because you've already been trained by him, that you don't need to anymore, you didn't mind, you got along with Mae... on your perspective that is.
Mae was a fast learner, you were proud of her, now you have someone to share your training with, converse like a normal person, but later you realized that him and her were two sides of the same coin, quiet, mute, they don't like conversations, although you made an effort to be friends with Mae, than you ever did with your master since she was the lesser evil, you're quite proud of yourself when your conversations with her turned from smalls nods and no's to simple phrases.
You didn't care that your master had two Padawans under his belt, that is until he taught her some things he never even told you about, every now and then he would drop hints about what he would teach you next, to prepare you, but this one was unknown to you, you thought, maybe, maybe he forgot to tell you since he was so engrossed in trying to make Mae catch up to you, but Mae didn't just catch up to you, she had already passed way above you, while your stuck on the pedestal she was weeks ago.
"Something on your mind, little bee?" That nickname, he never once gave an explanation on why he calls you that. "No, uh, nothing.. master"
You focus on his muscles grinding the stone bowl.
"I don't think that's nothing"
"I'm fine, really." You bite the inside of your cheeks. "Hm"
You blink, fiddling with the hem of your robes, you let a few seconds pass before speaking up.
"Why.. why does Mae need it?" He halted his movements, and right then and there you almost regretted asking, almost. "She's having nightmares"
He resumed his cooking, although his brief answer didn't provide you with anything, so what? You were having nightmares once too, and he told you to suck it up.
And as if he read your mind, which he did. "I don't want it to hinder her performance, we don't want any distractions during this time of her training."
What about my training? You wanted to yell at him, what about me? Why can't you make me one of your anti-nightmare potions too?
You could only clench your fists, making sure he doesn't hear some of your thoughts, which is hard considering he didn't teach you to, only Mae, along with healing your body by using the force, all her, and your left in the dust.
Your master said using negative emotions is the best fuel for people like them. Them. He told you, him and Mae obvi, you're nowhere near the equation, like an addition symbol in a multiplication question, makes no sense right? Because you make no sense being there when he clearly prioritizes Mae.
"—are you still listening?"
"I, huh," your eyes flutter up to him, frowning when he says nothing but look at you. A few seconds pass with only the both of you staring each other down, I mean, him staring you down with his creepy mask, he suddenly lets go of the pestle, the tool colliding with the mortar loudly.
He was now towering over you, and you realize then how big he was compared to you, it's like a dwarf next to a willow tree. (Guys no matter how big you think you are, Qimir is always bigger✋)
"I can't hear you, but I feel you" oh fuck, you forgot about that. "What is this plaguing your mind?"
Before you could answer, Mae comes running.
"You're back" He focuses on her, you let out a deep breath, for once your relieved Mae came in just a nick of time. "The ship's ready, master"
"Good, let's go" he grabs his robe from behind you. "Finish the potion before we come back"
"Whe, where are you guys going?"
"Nothing of importance, now go." He gestures to the stone bowl, his menacing helmet buzzing in your ears. "Yes, master.."
"Good girl." you couldn't hear his last few mumbles, only registering everything when they left the cave, leaving you alone.
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You decided that you're gonna make an anti-nightmare potion for yourself too, because why does only Mae get it when you can make one in case you get nightmares?
And the best place to buy ingredients was with the best apothecary in town.
"Qimir?" You knock on the door. "I need to buy things for him, are you there?"
No answer.
"Hellooo?"
You pouted and turned around, now everyone's busy when you're not, you wanted to wait for a few more seconds but people might think you're crazy for trying to buy from an abandoned pharmacy, your master told you Qimir was there anytime you needed something to use for missions, but now that you don't go to missions, you love to annoy the clumsy pharmacy owner.
"Hey, wait!"
You tried to stop the smile creeping to your face when you hear the door bust open.
"I'm here!" He yelled, you turned around and waved, a big smile covering your face. "What took you so long?"
"What do you mean?" He playfully shrugged. "Been here since forever"
You felt more comfortable with him, you don't have to have to tiptoe around him unlike with the other, you liked to tease him about not taking a bath and for looking like a ragged hobo.
"What are you doing here though?" His eyebrows furrowed as you skip to him, you gave him a warm smile once again before making your way inside. "I need some things for him."
He frowned.
"Things? He didn't tell me he needed anything when they passed here."
"Well he told me, so go fetch it for me, servant" you chuckle and hit him on the bicep, he fakes a cry before hesitating to open the shelves.
"Here's the list of his majesty needs"
"His majesty?" He laughs, you just love making him laugh, maybe it's just you, or maybe you're just alone, but if there's anyone in the world you're going to survive an apocalypse with, it's Qimir.
"Uh huh, he keeps barking orders, finish this, finish that before we get home nyeh nyeh nyeh"
He chuckles once again. "Are you sure about telling me that? I might just snitch and get a promotion."
You feign an insulted look. "You don't dare"
"Oh but I do"
You both sat there laughing, forgetting about what you were here for. You clutch your tummy and struggle to inhale air.
"I can't— stop—" you burst out laughing once again, your face heating up, the tears in your eyes now brimming full.
"No no don't die on me" He jokes, you can see him staring, you wanted to look at him like that, shameless, but you can't stand looking at him for more than 3 seconds without blushing.
"Really?" He mumbles, but you heard him, clear as day. "What?"
"I, I mean, really h-huh? You can't stop laughing?" He waved both his hands in the air.
"You weirdo"
"Oh so now I'm the weirdo?"
"Uh huh"
"Since when?!"
"Since we met"
"Says the person who keeps barging in my shop"
"You like it though right?" You look up at him expectantly. "Like w-what?"
You gesture with your hands. "This?"
"This what?"
"You're always alone here, you must be grateful that I always visit."
"Yeah, always"
"What does that mean!" You put your hands on your waist. "It means you're always here, so you're like an everyday occurance by now"
You roll your eyes as he finishes up the list.
"Here's the last one—" you frown as he pauses. "What?"
"Isn't this," he picks up the list again. "It's for.."
You gulp, your fingers fumble with the wooden seat.
"N-no, no, it's not" you avert your eyes from him, the floor looking a little more interesting today.
"It's for nightmares isn't it?"
"I don't know, he only gave the list, nothing else."
"It is for nightmares, why do you need these?"
"I don't know, it's not for me." You clench your fists. "If it was for him he'd tell me himself"
Your eyes try to find something, anything, to tell him.
"I think it's for Mae okay? Maybe, maybe she's having nightmares and, and maybe he doesn't want it to distract her.."
"But I al—" he pauses, his jaw flexing. "I already gave him these."
His eyes narrow on you, like a deer in the headlights you could only look away.
"Tell me?" His soft voice lures you to him. "Are you having them?"
"No.." you sigh, do you tell him you're making the potion out of spite for your master? For making one for Mae and not for you, ugh it all sounds childish now, before you left you had a plan, and now you look like a child caught.
"Just—" you let out a deep breath. "Give it, and I'll be on my way"
He stares at you for a moment, before placing everything in a small pouch. You thanked him and left the credits on the table before hurriedly leaving, you could still feel his stare at the back of your head.
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First kisses
word count; 761 – f!reader
Goshiki would always ask the rest of the team to have lunch together, all starry-eyed in contrast with the way he tried to look chill. So when he stopped asking, Semi definitely noticed.
The setter looked around with a keen eye after picking up his tray, leaning around the corners to try and find the younger volleyball player.
He spotted him over by the windows, at the end of a table sitting opposite of you.
The two of you were laughing and talking, leaning towards each other with eagerness at whatever topic you were discussing.
Goshiki’s ankles were locked together under his chair and you were quietly tapping your feet. The innocent infatuation was so obvious it made Semi smile softly.
“Did Goshiki get a girlfriend?” he asked the other third-years as he sat down.
“Mom of the group and you haven’t noticed Goshiki gushing about his new girlfriend?” Tendo asked, cackling loudly and making others turn with dirty looks.
Semi rolled his eyes. “Washijo made me train with Shirabu this week,” he argued.
“Well, our dear youngest starting player has gotten himself an adorable little girlfriend.”
Goshiki followed you to your club after school, holding your hand with a spring in his step while you walked and then hugging you before leaving. The second he rounded the corner out of your sight, he took off in a sprint towards the gym. He barely made it on time, blending in with the others just as Washijo blew the whistle, telling everyone to gather around.
They walked onto the court in teams of three, and Semi patted Goshiki hard on the shoulder. “Kiki, congrats on getting a girlfriend!”
Goshiki’s cheeks heated up and he nodded proudly. “Thank you. She’s so cute, I think I love her.”
Semi whistled and Taichi scoffed at what he heard. “Have you kissed?” he teased, watching as Goshiki’s pride broke down in two seconds.
“K-kissed?”
After your clubs finished, Goshiki waited for you outside, taking your hand so you could walk together towards the dorms. As you got to where the girls and boys were split to each half of the building, you slowed to a stop.
He turned to you and took in a sharp breath, hand feeling clammy in yours but still holding on.
You smiled at him with that sweet smile he liked so much, and he almost forgot what he was going to say, smiling back at you instead with a soft laugh. “How was club?”
“Really good! I think this will get me a huge boost for college admissions,” you answered, then told him about your latest project while he listened. However, his eyes drifted slightly downwards now and then.
“That’s great, I hope I can see it when you’re done,” he said. There was a slight pause as he stepped a little closer, blinking nervously.
“Tsutomu?” you whispered.
“Can we kiss?”
You took a sharp breath, trying to contain your smile to seem a little cool about it and suddenly worrying immensely about your breath. “Yes.”
He leaned closer in intervals, a little at a time, the other hand resting on your waist because he wasn’t sure where else to put it. You put your free hand on his shoulder, slowly trailing up to the nape of his neck as his puckered lips finally met yours.
They were slightly dry, you thought, but the butterflies that took over your stomach didn’t let you dwindle much on that fact. It was just a small kiss, but you were both giggling with happy smiles as you pulled away.
“Goodnight then,” he giggled, leaning in to once again peck your lips before turning around and walking to his dorm.
“Goodnight, Tsuto!”
Come morning, the team had early practice before classes started and Goshiki skipped out of the locker room. Semi raised an eyebrow, Tendo smirked knowingly, and Ushijima spoke up about it. “You seem happy.”
“It’s nothing,” he shrugged, sitting down to do some stretches before they began.
Semi tsk-ed and leaned on his shoulders, forcing him into a bigger stretch. “Come on, you can tell us.”
Goshiki winced and controlled his breathing as his muscles warmed up. “We… kissed.”
And while the second-years watched in disgust, all the third-years exploded into whoops and cheers while the first-year flushed at the attention.
“Whatever guys, it’s not that big of a deal,” he said, acting coy, but it was obvious to everyone that this was a big deal for him.
Now he needs to figure out the best time to tell you he loves you.
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a backpack is suddenly slammed against the table causing you to jump in place. in an instant, you looked up to see who just did that and there you see seunghan, who was breathing heavily
seems like he ran for his life to catch you in the cafeteria
"oh its just you hanie" you grin, shutting your phone off as you greet the boy who took the seat in front of you. seunghan grabs both of your hands, shaking them as he chants "TELL ME EVERYTHING NOW"
you let out a loud laugh seeing his reaction. you've sorta expected this already thats why you've been hiding an important information about you and his friend behind his back
"i already told you, it happened once and never happened again! though i guess that brought us closer" you hum, thinking about everything that has happened between you and wonbin for the past few weeks
something really did change but despite the no label, you like it
it's pretty casual to be honest. just spending time with each other at the end of the day after classes and what not. watching movies and meeting up after to debrief, the continuous late night snacking at the nearby convenience store, the comfortable silence inside your apartment when he would come over to just strum away his thoughts while you work on your assignments and the such
the mundane things, really
your train of thought about your new profound "relationship" with wonbin gets cut off when you feel two people sit beside you. it was karina and giselle
"sorry to burst your reminiscent thoughts about seunghan's friend but hey" giselle greets, giving you a side hug. karina does the same and swats seunghan's hands from yours
"you finally told him?" she asks, resting her head on your shoulder as she pokes her tongue out at seunghan who looked like he was a puppy who got kicked
"you really told them first?! when i was basically your bridge to wonbin?!" seunghan complains, covering his face with his hands
you and the girls laugh at his misery
"it's not that serious hanie! its all girl talk anyway" you chuckle
"but im part of the girls! you three are literally seunghan's angels!" seunghan continues to complain but nevertheless he feels at ease that you're finally happy despite everything that happened to you throughout the year
you four continue to converse yourselves, talking about wonbin til someone taps seunghan on the shoulder. seunghan looks up and gasps before making room for the newcomer
"oh shit sion! i forgot about you" seunghan stammers, moving his backpack out of the way so this sion guy had a place to sit
"you literally left me inside the classroom to run here, what gives?" sion huffs, sitting down next to seunghan
"guys! this is my partner for my practical exam! this is sion, sion, these are my friends giselle, karina and y/n!" seunghan introduces sion to the three of you
you finally look up to see who this sion guy was and your eyes widened yet again
it was the same boy who found your keychain earlier today
"oh its you!" you gasp in shock. sion does the same. you were the keychain girl he met in the hallway after your keychain fell off your bag
"the fuck? you know him too?" seunghan says, confused
you shake your head no
"no i just met him today. he found my keychain when it fell as i was walking to my building" you explain, showing seunghan the four leafed clover keychain that's dangling on your bag
seunghan scoffs playfully, "of course you'd freak the fuck out if that keychain of yours gets lost. it is won-"
before seunghan could finish his sentence, you covered his mouth with your hand to prevent him from sharing more unnecessary info to a new person around the table
sion looks at you and seunghan all confused. is he missing something? but he decides not to pry since he literally just met you three
"anyway! hello sion we hope seunghan here doesn't make you insane with your practical exam coming" you greet, welcoming him to the table at least. karina and giselle both giggle as they welcome him as well
sion shyly smiles, hiding his face
"oh, you guys don't know how he is in class" sion murmurs, loud enough for everyone in the table to hear making everyone laugh
"hey! that's not true!" seunghan defends himself, "i'm a model student in class you know!"
you all now start to converse among yourselves, as seunghan and sion start their little meeting about what song they would like to perform for their upcoming practical exams, you girls also added your input and opinions while suggesting songs that could work for the two of them. telling seunghan to credit the three of you for their performance to which the latter quips that he'd make a whole monologue at the beginning of their performance about how their performance would be a special one as his friends added their own magic to it when the day comes causing the table to laugh at the absurdity of it
after awhile everyone was just doing their own things and killing time. your phone suddenly vibrates. you checked the notification and it was a message from wonbin
[1:19 PM] binnie 😡: tell seunghan to pipe it down i can hear what song he wants to perform
you let out a small chuckle. you look up, looking around the cafeteria to see where wonbin was at and at the corner of your eye, you spot someone waving their phone in the air. a smile is instantly plastered on your face when you recognize the person as wonbin
[1:21 PM] binnie 😡: found u hahahaha [1:22 PM] you: weirdo. stalker much? [1:23 PM] binnie 😡: you literally know i'm gonna be at the cafeteria today hahaha we just finished our own meeting. can i sit with you guys or am i in enemy territory? hahahaha [1:23 PM] binnie 😡: jk
you roll your eyes playfully at his text
[1:24 PM] you: obv its okay to sit with us tf we look like? [1:25 PM] binnie 😡: the mean girls. regina, gretchen, karen and cady [1:26 PM] you: i'm impressed you know the characters.. but who is hanie supposed to be? [1:27 PM] binnie 😡: damian?
you burst out laughing at his text, catching the attention of everyone in the table. seunghan, who read the contact name, immediately snatches your phone of your hand
"oh my god no texting your boyfriend when your friends are around!" seunghan playfully gags and makes vomit noises
"hanie!" you yelped, snatching your phone back, "why did you have to snatch my phone!"
seunghan shrugs, "probably because your boyfriend–"
"who's boyfriend?" wonbin suddenly inserts himself to the conversation, smoothly taking the empty space on seunghan's left, throwing his backpack on the ground
"YOU!" seunghan points a menacing finger at wonbin, "you're y/n's boyfriend! fess up now while sion's here!"
wonbin looks over at seunghan and sees sion poking his head out. sion waves at wonbin and even winks at him making wonbin laugh
"woah what the fuck" wonbin reacts, totally not expecting sion to sit with you guys
"yo" sion greets. he takes a moment to look between you and wonbin, trying to piece it together thanks to seunghan's whole tangent. "nice to meet your girlfriend?" sion says more of a question as he looks between you and wonbin for confirmation
you and wonbin shake your heads no causing seunghan and giselle to groan
"they're at it again" giselle complains, putting her head in her hands while karina laughs quietly amongst herself
you shoot wonbin a knowing look and he returns the favor by smiling
"SEE! THEY'RE LITERALLY FLIRTING WITH THEIR EYES IN FRONT OF US" seunghan shakes his hands in pure desperation to prove that there really is something going on between you and his friend
"just mind your business and make up your mind with the song you and sion are going to perform" you shrug him off, causing sion and wonbin to burst out laughing


alone together ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . flirting with their eyes
── taking comfort in the thought that you are together in aloneness through late night talks, heartfelt confessions, and a genuine connection. with your shared experience of recent heartbreaks, you wonder if getting together would be all worth it. in which you find solace in each other's company, that you are alone together.
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oooooo got an idea for a request
Shin with a massive crush on reader but at the same time doesn’t know if he should pursue since they’re coworkers?
also thank you for feeding the community with your writing!! very tasty 10/10
Crush? What Crush? (Totally Just Coworkers)
Sorry it took long, let me know if it didn’t quite hit the mark—I’d be happy to adjust or take another shot at it!
Working at the Sakamoto store had its fair share of chaos—customers who couldn’t decide between miso or soy sauce, Sakamoto himself communicating only through grunts and finger gestures, and Lu somehow balancing an entire crate of produce on one hand while sipping her boba with the other.
And then there was you.
You weren’t loud, or flashy, or a trained killer like the rest of them, but somehow… Shin was constantly thrown off his game around you.
You were just nice. You had this calm, easygoing presence that made even the busiest days feel less hectic. Whether it was the way you restocked shelves with a little hum under your breath or how you always packed Sakamoto’s lunch with a tiny post-it smiley face—Shin was doomed from day one.
He was smitten. Utterly. Pathetically.
But he was also your coworker.
Which, in his mind, was Problem #1.
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“Hey, Shin,” you called one afternoon, peeking your head into the back room. “Can you help me with the crates? Lu said you’ve got muscles now.”
Shin nearly dropped the broom he was holding. “Wha—I mean, yeah! I guess! I do have muscles!” he said a little too quickly. “Yup. Definitely. Huge ones.”
You blinked. Then smiled.
And Shin wanted to curl into a ball.
He followed you to the loading area, telling himself not to overthink. She’s just being nice. It’s not flirting. Even if it kinda felt like flirting. But it’s not. Probably.
He stacked the crates like his life depended on it, barely registering your soft laugh as you teased him about overdoing it.
“You know, I could’ve handled the smaller ones,” you said, standing close—too close—and brushing your sleeve against his arm. “But I guess it’s nice having a partner with big muscles.”
Shin forgot how to breathe for a second. “O-oh. Yeah. Cool. Good. M-muscle teamwork.”
Smooth. Really smooth.
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He spent the next few days trying to act normal. Unfortunately, “normal” for Shin meant either awkwardly avoiding eye contact or staring into space mid-conversation because he forgot he could read your thoughts. And oh god—your thoughts were never mean. They were always kind. Sweet. Curious.
And occasionally laced with things like:
“Shin looks cute today.”
Or,
“I wonder if he’d want to hang out sometime… Nah. He probably wouldn’t want to.”
Which made Shin short-circuit behind the register more than once.
He wasn’t sure what to do with that. Did you actually like him? Should he make a move? What if it ruined everything? What if Sakamoto found out and started grilling him with that soul-piercing dad stare?
Still, the idea stuck with him. You liked him. Maybe.
Maybe enough to say yes if he asked you to dinner.
Just as coworkers, of course. Totally casual. Totally chill.
Right?
So one night, after closing up the store, Shin hovered by the entrance where you were wiping down the glass doors. His heart was hammering like he was about to disarm a bomb.
“Hey,” he started, shoving his hands in his pockets, “I was thinking... I mean, if you’re free sometime... maybe we could get dinner? Like, just the two of us.”
You blinked. Slowly set down the rag.
He braced himself for rejection, or teasing, or the awkward “oh! as coworkers, right?”
But instead, you smiled, soft and sweet. “I’d love that.”
Shin blinked. “Wait—seriously?”
You laughed. “Yeah. I mean, I like you, Shin.”
He felt like the floor fell out from under him—but in a good way. In a really good way.
He tried to play it cool. Failed. “O-oh. Cool. I—I like you too. A lot. Like, too much, probably. I’ve been thinking about this for—actually never mind. That’s—uh. Great.”
You giggled as you walked past him, brushing his arm again. “Pick me up at seven?”
And as Shin stood there, dazed and full of butterflies, Sakamoto passed by and gave him a thumbs up—without a word.
Somehow, that was the most terrifying part of all.
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korra x air bender!reader pleasee, maybe as tenzin’s eldest daughter??
this one was definitely a challenge, but i got it figured. i got SO immersed in this story that i think it's best to do two parts to cover everything. let's go part one!!!
،، 𝓣o be loved and to be in love ; Korra (p. 1)

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resume: where a love story goes all the way back to the playground.
content warning: fluff ; angst ; mentions of Mako and Korra's relationship ; airbender and fem!reader being Tenzin's older daughter ; Korra and reader being the most oblivious people ; childhood friends to lovers ; no use of y/n ;
wc: 2.7k
a/n: I know it's not specified how long Lin and Tenzin took to break up but since I made the reader a year younger than Korra let's say it was reaaaally long before she was born, yeah?

“ To be just friends, you're too beautiful. To just stay as friends, I know I'll regret this.
A breathe in to feel how the light fill your body entirely from your crown chakra to your earth one and a breathe out to let all the bad energies out of your body, feeling how the relaxation started to reign on every inch of your being, how you started to drif—
“MEELO, STOP! MOOOOM!” ah, yes, of course, you forgot about that.
You sighed exhausted, in front of you, Korra laughed a little bit opening one eye to see you. “Very relaxing, huh?”
“Tell me about it.” instead of trying again to meditate, you stretched your arms upwards. “Any luck this time?”
Korra shook her head, disappointed. “I lost the connection forever.” you grimaced a bit before taking her hand and leave caresses.
“You'll be okay, you still have your friends to guide you. You have me.” a peaceful smile painted your face, she blushed a little bit while reciprocating the gesture.
“And I have two airbending masters.” she poked your side making you laugh a little bit.
“One, I don’t have my tattoos yet.” you said, standing up from the floor. “Let's go, I think they're waiting for you.”
You helped the southerner to stand up, the hand she took felt warm making your heart skipped a beat.
Korra and you knew each other since almost diapers; one year after her, you were born. Tenzin couldn’t be more happy when he found out how close on age you two were, he made his mission for you two to be close almost as family, the airbender trusted you would help Korra with the air part of her training. He would take you with him to the Southern Water Tribe to visit her, there were weekends were he would let you stay with your grandmother to have more play time with Korra. And it worked, Korra was your first friend and you were hers, she would tell you everything just as you to her. You got a secret handshake, a secret place to hide when you two wanted to be alone, always being one beside the other in everything you could, you showed Korra some tricks with air as she did with water, earth and fire.
But just as families drift apart, once you got older and learned about more deep and complicated feelings, you realize how you saw Korra as something more than a friend. You found yourself wondering how would it feel to walk with her by the hand like the couples you've seen in the city, what would it be like to introduce her as your girlfriend, how her lips would taste like... And so you decided to step away from her a little bit. You only went to the south with your father or at important occasions or send her a couple of letter every other week. It wasn't that you didn't want to be with her anymore, it was just that she felt unreachable to you and you were so sure if at some point you said how you felt to her she would turn you down by saying how she sees you as a younger sister, because that was how she referred to you all those years. Her younger sister.
“How come Jinora can go with you but we don't!?” you heard Ikki claim to her dad and a big smile showed on your face.
Your eyes wandered to your friend, feeling a punch in your gut when you saw her with Mako.
You knew something was going on between them after she arrived to the air temple island and escaped to see probending. She would come to your room to talk about a gorgeous boy who was in a probending group as the firebender, three nights after she would talk to you about how he was in a relationship with another girl who she didn't liked and the day after how Pema gave her the idea to confess. That was pretty much enough for you to start your journey to another temples, you brought up the idea to Tenzin masking it up as your opportunity to visit those places by yourself as part of your spiritual journey and even though at first try he stood by his negative answer, when he saw how desperate you were to get out of the island he let you go. It was safe to say you didn't know if Mako and her were still together or not since when you came back she never mentioned a thing, everyone was so busy about the new emergence of airbenders and you were trying to help Korra see if she could reconnect with her past lives, clearly without any success.
“You coming?” Korra asked your way, making you change your face to a more neutral expression.
“I'm not, sorry.” you answered, hugging yourself. “I'll be at the northern temple waiting for you, there are thing to take care of there before the other benders arrived. Jinora will go, though, so you have two airbender masters in the ship.”
Your sister smiled big at her recognition. Korra, on the other hand, had a indescribable grimace. She wanted you around, she already was away from you for months and now that you came back to her, she didn't want to lose you from her sight again.
“Are... you sure? We could go met Ba Sing Se, remember how we said we should go together?” she stepped closer, you were so close to give up and go, but the sight of Mako stepping in the ship made your heart drop, you smiled through the discomfort, you didn't want to see them go all lovey-dovey in your face.
“I'm sure, we'll explore Ba Sing Se together when all this is over.” you assured stepping to give her a hug. “Take care, I'll see you in some days.”
After they left you stood one more moment in your place, Ikki walked to you and stood by your side. “You should've kiss her for good luck.”
“Okay, that's all.” you said while turning around over your heels to walk back inside.
A couple hours after they left, you took your own journey to the north. A goodbye was said to your mother, siblings and aunt while loading some food to your flying bison and your thoughts were your only companion all that time.
At the beginning it was all good, thinking the activities you needed to do, hoping on all sacred there were enough acolytes to help you and time spare, but once the sun started to set you found yourself thinking about Korra. About those times were you two stopped playing to see the sunset on the water tribe, talking about what you two would do once she was able to live the compound to the city. You would tell her about festivals with so many games and lights that you loved and you were sure she would love too or maybe about how the city lights look so beautiful at night, specially the bridge, how it looked warmer than the water tribe's lights.
How stupid, you thought, you needed to start to move on from her, there was no use in staying stuck in that infatuation if it wasn’t reciprocated.
Once you landed at the temple, it was time for you to get your head in the plans for the newcomers.
The next days felt as if you were in autopilot, helping your dad at everything you could, training the new benders by groups and seeing some other things for the future. The day that Zaheer went to the temple, Meelo and you were instructed to stay by the radio for news as Tenzin was told there could be a new airbender coming and he wanted to be informed once they were near.
“Did you know we found a whole herd full of baby bison?” you heard your brother said, at the distance while you were walking slowly to the radio room with a big bowl of fruit for the two of you, but obviously you were taking pieces of fruit for yourself.
“No, a whole herd!? really– agh!” you laugh listening how they took Bolin out of the radio. “Meelo, this is your commander officer, go get your dad now!” the avatar's tone made you shiver a bit and stopping on your steps.
“Yes, sir!” his feet sounded on the ground, you tried to stopped him to ask, but he was fast to continue. “Not now, woman! I am a man on a mission!”
A frown settled into your face, you were quick to run to the radio leaving the bowl down. “Korra, what's going on!?”
She said your name with such a relief, like she waited for decades to hear you voice. “Listen to me! Zaheer is on his way to the temple, he's going for all the airbenders, you have to get everyone out of there immediately! Drop everything and leave!”
The sound of an airship made you turn around, Tenzin just got by your side, your face fell when you saw the green ship. Korra demanded to hear what was happening when the airbender complained. “It's too late, Korra... He's here.” your voice said trembling.
The avatar couldn't admit it in a loud voice, but at the vague thought of losing you over the Red Lotus would definitely be her last straw. Even though you didn't thought she would, Korra noticed how you where slipping away from her and she grieved that deeply. She was so convinced you were going to be in her life all the time, she had pictured you two growing old in the city or in the air temple island, there was no way she could live without you.
It was at some point when she arrived from the south and was almost every hour of the day by your side that she stopped to think about the way she felt about you, it was... It definitely couldn't be friendship if she felt for you the same way she did with Mako, right? But even before she could figure out and tell you about it you were gone to the temples leaving her confuse and convincing herself that maybe it was a sign to try things with the firebender.
The fights for freedom on the temple pass for you as if it was on fast foward, you tried to help as much as you could, but mainly you tried to keep Rohan and your mother safe as she carried the younger of all. And to everyone's bad luck, the Lotus got every airbender and the last avatar's children.
Sitting beside you there was your sister spiritually projecting to look for a way out, at her words she saw how it was up to everyone there to leave when Ikki mentioned Korra.
“What did you really saw?” you whispered to her, she turned to look at you with worry shining in her eyes.
“Korra, they're trying to end the avatar cycle.” she answered after some silence, you felt her hands look for yours when your gaze looked away.
When the youngers came with a plan to escape and executed it, the rest of Korra's team, her dad and the Beifongs appeared through, literally, a wall. You were so relieved to see them, once they got you untied you went to Tonraq. He calmed a little bit to see you well, the chief knew how important you were for his daughter, and he had come to appreciate you like part of his family too.
“Let me help you get Korra out of there.” you asked him, the man shook his head without any doubt.
“We got this, you should go help your dad, we'll get Korra out of here.” he assured, patting you on your shoulder before leaving with the brothers.
You helped your aunt to walk out of the prision they set the nomads, minutes after the waterbender ran outside saying how his daughter needed help.
Looking up you catch Korra impulsing herself with fire, attacking however she could and you felt your heart in your throat. Jinora had come with a plan to help her and you could just only wish it worked; seeing her fall without any support made you jump a little bit, not worrying about how Zaheer hit the floor in his stomach.
Your feet ran to her after Tonraq arrived and kneeled not so far to see her. Breaking in cold sweat, she was fighting for her life and the avatar cycle, you teary-eyed to the point you could only deference the girl by her silhouette and when she closed her eyes you couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.
“You can help her,” you heard Jinora at your back. “The venom is metallic.” your head turned to look to your sister and then Su who rushed to the southerner.
You stood up to leave the metalbender work, walking to Jinora. She hugged you by the waist and you could only rest an arm in her shoulders while watching how it went down.
The sound of Korra taking a deep breath in and seeing the grey liquid come out of her mouth made you let go the breathe you didn’t know you were holding, Jinora's arms tighten in her hug so you hugged her back the same way, now letting happy tears go.
The next days, you promised to stay at the air temple island. After almost losing Korra forever, you attached to her however you could. She was grateful for that, she felt as if she could breath again with you by her side, but she was so tired and weak that couldn’t say it to you.
With help, a second bed was moved to the room the avatar was staying at. You could help her eat by bringing each meal to her, brushed her hair every night, tried to lift her up by reminding the shared memories back when she was still at the south. She didn't sleep much and you stayed awake by her side the times needed, when she wanted to have someone by her side but wouldn't say it to you out loud, you knew her enough to understand what she needed most of the times and the hours she could catch of sleep weren't much as she woke up after screaming as a nightmare took her peace time.
“It's okay, you're safe, you're okay.” you usually said waking up with her, quickly going to her side and hugging her. She snuggled to you, looking for shelter. “I'm here, you're okay.”
After two weeks from the events, Jinora had her ceremony naming her airbender master finally and you couldn't be more proud of your little sister, she deserved it.
You helped Korra get ready for the ceremony while humming a melody in low voice.
“A look an avatar deserve, you look gorgeous as always.” you said showing her reflection, Korra smiled however she could. You kneeled to her side, making her follow you with her eyes. “No one expects you to be recovered right now, it's more than fine to take your time healing.”
The blue orbs were teary-eyed at your words, her hand looked for yours.
“You can count that I'll be here by your side to celebrate when you're back on your feet to kick asses like before.” your hand gave hers a light squeeze before leaving a short kiss in her knuckles.
“I appreciate you.” she said hoarsely out of nowhere, you gave her a fondly smile. “So much, I don't know what I would do without you.”
“I appreciate you too, Korra.” your hand left hers to cup a side of her face. “You'll always have me, you can't free yourself so easily.” your smile just got bigger. “We'll talk more later, let's go, they're waiting for us.”
Later, Korra thought, she knew that later her family and her would be on a boat to the Southern Water Tribe and you'll have to stay there with your family since you had a duty to fulfill, you weren't going to see her as much as you did so far. And with what the future hold for you both was just prove how strong your love could go.
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Fem. Gojo showing you her domain

You were lying on your bed mindlessly watching videos until you heard a tap on your window. You went in front of it, readying your cursed technique in case it was an enemy. After what happened with toji you were not going to take any more chances. You were very relieved to see it was just your girlfriend. You opened the window and let her come in
"Oh, satori, what are you doing here?"
"What? Can't a girl visit her boyfriend once in a while?"
"I meant why were you outside my window?"
"Your dorm is on the second floor, and I just got back from a training session. No way I'm gonna do all those stairs"
"It's like two flights, and you thought floating was easier?"
"Hey I got my technique I'm gonna use it"
"Whatever, anyway so why did you wanna visit?"
"Oh yeah, I got something super cool to show you"
She smiled brightly and pointed at herself in a dramatic manner
"Guess who just perfected her domain expansion?"
"....For real?"
"For real real, it took training and a lot of mochis to power up but I finally did it"
"That's so cool, tori. domain expansions are the peak of jujutsu, I'm so proud of you"
"Well, of course I'd be able to do it sooner or later, I am the strongest after all but thanks for the praise"
"Don't mention it"
"Soooo are you ready to see it or what?"
"Won't it hurt me?"
"Nah, it's a non lethal domain.......kinda"
"....that's not really reassuring"
"Come on, don't you trust me? It's beautiful to look at, it's gonna be a nice date place"
"*sighs* fine but if I die my ghost will haunt you forever"
"Don't worry, I'll never let anything happen to you"
You were slightly taken aback by her serious tone, but she quickly went back to her silly self as she smiled again, put her hands together, and disappeared, you sighed and waited for a few seconds before she reappeared with an embarrassed expression on her face
"S-sorry, I forgot you can't-"
"It's fine let's just go"
You went outside (using the door this time), and in the courtyard, gojo stood near you and held your hand
"You gotta keep holding my hand. If you don't, then you might be in a coma for a couple of months k?"
".....what?"
"Don't worry, it'll be fine. You can hug me if you're really worried, I certainly wouldn't complain~"
"*sighs* just get on with it"
She smiled again and took off her shades, revealing the blue eyes you loved to stare at, put them in her pockets, and did her domain hand sign with her free hand.
"Domain expansion: infinite void"
Suddenly, black filled your vision as you got transported into her domain, an endless plane of black with white spots, satori's grip on you tightened as she looked back at you
"Soooo what do you think? Pretty nice to look at isn't it?"
"Yeah, it's beautiful, but I guess it was guaranteed that a beautiful girl like you would have a beautiful domain"
"Eh, such a charmer. You're gonna make me blush if you continue"
You sat down, and she did the same. Her hand made its way up your body until it reached your shoulder. She pulled you into a side hug and layed her head on your shoulder
"You know I love you right?"
"Yeah you tell me that every day"
"No, I mean like love, love you. You're the best thing that ever happened to me"
"*giggle* really? The great satori gojo loves me this much? I'm honored"
"You should be, but seriously, after geto left, you're the only person I have left. Sure, I have shoko, but to be honest, I don't think she cares that much about me. Even if she did, she can't really understand me.....sometimes I feel so...lonely"
You silently side hugged her back as you saw her blue eyes become slightly lucid while looking around
"I guess it's fitting that my domain is a big empty void cause that's where I feel like I'm in sometimes........"
"Except when I'm with you of course"
You turned to see her smiling brightly and staring at you lovingly
"You're what keeps me going. You're someone that i know will never leave me. i love you so much"
"I love you too"
You two kissed passionately and looked at each other with pure love
"Alright, I think that was enough. If I keep my domain going for longer, I might get tired, I'll undo it now"
She did as she said and put her shades back on
"How about we go out to eat? It's almost dinnertime and there's a really good spot around here"
"Sure if we bring megumi and tsumiki too"
"Uh?..........dammit I forgot about them....do you think they'll be mad at me?"
"*sighs* you're such a mess of a mom, we can buy them some toys on the way home, maybe they'll forgive you then"
"Great idea, you're a life saver babe"
"It's nothing. Let's just go"
She dragged around as you brought the toys and food for your adopted children.
No matter what happened, you would stick by gojo's side, and she would, of course, do the same
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More Than You Expect (Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader)
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Author Masterlist
Part 1: More Than You Know
Part 2: More Than You Say
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!exBAU!Reader.
Summary: You have a new life, and Spencer isn't in it. But somehow, you both cross paths again. Will it be just like the wind passing, or will it stick?
Word Count: 7k
TW: ANGST WITH "HOPEFUL" ENDING. Strong language. Mention of sex, illicit acts, jail, typical CM things. A character gets injured (nothing life-threatening). If I forgot something, please let me know.
A/N: The last part of the trilogy "More Than You..." It's done, folks. What started like a one-shot a year ago is complete now. Thank you for all the comments I got about this one, your likes, and your reblogs. Tell me your thoughts about it.
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Big changes are usually something people are eager for or afraid of. You are in the second group. You don't like changes. There's no way you stayed in the BAU for more than a decade if it weren't in part for fear of making big changes in your life.
It's not that you don't like to imagine new things or dream of something different, but uncertainty is something you aim to avoid at all costs.
Although your predisposition, when you confessed your feelings to Spencer on a fateful afternoon at the BAU three years ago, you knew a big shift was coming, and there was no turning back. That same night, after he left your apartment, you knew it would be the last time you would see him.
And boy, that one was a hell of a change.
After thirteen years of spending together almost every day, he would no longer be a part of your life.
You handed your resignation letter to Emily the next morning. She tried to convince you to stay, but deep down, Prentiss knew whatever reason she could give you, it wasn't enough. You had already made up your mind.
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From one big city to another. New York welcomed you with open arms. The NY FBI field office did, too.
Although you chose to stay as an FBI agent, your job would be slightly different from the one you had been doing at the BAU when you joined the Organize Crime division.
It was a little intimidating at first. There was a lot of action, certainly a lot of undercover missions, a bunch of criminals, too many drug busts and guns. In summary, a lot of everything. But with time, you learned that OC has so plenty of shit targets as the BAU had. It wasn't rare to come face to face with psychopaths sometimes. And your training as a profiler has come in handy more than once.
After you left DC, you never looked back. You asked Emily to please not tell anyone where you would go. You also write a letter to Garcia, pleading not to track you down, assuring her you would be fine, and if the future would make you cross paths again, so be it, but please do not push it. She replied with a full four-page letter, agreeing with your request but giving you her thoughts about why she felt you were doing wrong.
You appreciated her honestly, but it was done.
No listening to Prentiss's instructions, Spencer tried to reach you regardless. Your phone kept receiving daily calls and texts for months. You didn't reply to any of them.
Until someday, it stopped.
You should have felt relief, and sort of you did, but it was a bittersweet feeling knowing the last string that kept it joined to your old life was cut.
That was the change, and you took it.
Were you doing okay? Did you accept it without consequences? No.
But the new job needed to do its magic. You were so consumed by what you were committed to doing that nothing else mattered.
In the past three years, you have gone undercover so many times, some of them with direct life risk, but you were in one piece. You have been shot and stabbed, though, giving you enough scars to talk about.
Your teammates were and are still very surprised by your versatility and compromise. Your philosophy? Do the job, take another case, work your ass on it, and catch the bad guys.
They even started calling you the Lone Ranger. Why? Although your work involves a task group with more agents, most of the time, your missions are in solitary— weeks or months of not having contact with your team until there is some break in the case.
Once the job is done, you return home and just shut off from the world.
You only socialize after work a little or the bare minimum. Just a few colleagues know things about you besides your prominent former career as a profiler in DC. And certainly, nobody knows the true reason why you moved to New York in the first place.
It's better this way, and you are used to it.
And what about your current love life? While in DC, you didn't have one because you were pining for Spencer; in New York, you don't have one because nothing seems too serious to think of it.
Flings? Of course. But that's all. In some way, you became the same kind of person you criticized in Spencer.
Life works in mysterious ways.
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"The NYPD called us an hour ago asking for one of our most wanted, Vincent Clark," your boss, Agent Lindstrom, says as Monday's morning meeting starts.
It's not something uncommon. Local police have their own OC task force, and you have worked together more than once. The weird thing is that from one moment to the next, they request information from a target, of which, in theory, only your team knows.
"And they want information because-" you enunciate the obvious question.
"They're working on a case involving a string of civilian murders in Manhattan, and for some reason, his name came up," Lindstrom fills.
"Murders? It doesn't sound like Clark's MO," John Miller - a colleague - muses.
"Certainly not. NYPD has to be wrong," you back Miller's observation.
"And why NYPD-OC are investigating civilian murders? Does it have to do with some kind of operation?" Adam Taylor - another teammate - asks.
"Not quite. The local task force is helping 1PP because things have been escalating pretty quickly," Lindstrom explains. "But we here must find out why Clark is a person of interest and verify if they're indeed wrong about him. We don't want them to blow up our intel for no reason. So, Taylor and (Y/L/N), you're assigned to go with NYPD and help to clear this up."
That's how you got a new assignment. And not as undercover; that's a shift.
Taylor is driving this time, and you only look out the window, focusing on nothing in particular.
"You okay?" He asks after some time, resting a hand on your knee. You turn to see him.
"Yeah, why?"
"You are too quiet. Maybe you are mad at me?" Taylor asks tentatively. You raise an eyebrow.
"Why would I?" He clears his throat at your question.
"Well. Because, you know, we haven't talked about the other night."
The other night. Adam is referring to when you came back from your last undercover mission of four months and ended up in his bed at the end of the day.
You tensed at his response. You knew it was a bad idea to sleep with him, but you always thought about it as stress relief, and you thought he understood the same.
"There is nothing to talk about, Adam. We both know what it was." You try to sound cool but soft as well so as not to hurt feelings - if they were there.
"Yeah. Yeah, I know. I just was making sure you were okay with it."
Why do men have the compulsion to mask a question that only cares about them, like uninterested concern about you?
"I am. Don't worry," you assure Adam with a confident smile.
To your ease, the conversation ends there.
You always have kept your distance in this job, with the prerogative of not getting involved with colleagues. What went on with Taylor is still bothering you because it was something that shouldn't have happened in the first place.
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The NYPD quarters welcome you with Captain Novak's handshake. Soon, you learn he wasn't aware the locals had called your boss for intel.
"I'm sorry you had to come here. We are already having the FBI help on this," Novak explains. It's a way to say they don't need you there.
But you have a job to do, so you can't just leave.
"Due to the information we got, I think we can be useful too, Captain," you point, as Taylor backs you up saying something similar.
Novak understands he should use all hands available, so he agrees to have you stay and join the group working on the case.
"Yeah. I think any information would be useful in this case. Come on, I'm going to introduce you to the task group working on this." You and Taylor follow him down a hall to the end, where a large meeting room is.
After opening the door, Novak is ready to make the formal introductions.
"As I told you, an FBI unit is helping us on this. Here is the BAU team. Agent Prentiss, Rossi, Alvez, Jareau, Lewis, and Reid."
Your breath suddenly hitch in your throat at the sight of your old team there. And everyone is looking back at you with a perplexed look as well.
Novak continues talking. "These are Agent (Y/L/N) and Taylor from the OC division." After a second of contemplation, Novak let out a chuckle. "Ha, it's weird. I have to introduce two FBI teams working on the same case with the NYPD."
The guy has a bizarre sense of humor, but he has a sense of humor nonetheless; you have to give him that.
Not that you keep a count, but it has been three years, two months, and twenty days since the last time you saw them. Plus seven hours if you consider the last time you saw Spencer. Since the night you kicked him out of your apartment.
You can't help but make eye contact with him. You both look shocked. And how not to be? Neither of you woke up this morning thinking about seeing each other again.
"Agent (Y/L/N), it's nice to see you again. Good thing OC wants to help here. I can tell you about what we have got so far."
Emily speaks, breaking the silence and setting the rules of the current interaction. She is as surprised as everyone, but it would be time for that later.
It's a welcomed way out of the uncomfortable moment, and you take it.
"Sure. Do you think Agent Taylor could catch up with the intel you got from the current suspect?"
Emily nods. "Of course, Lewis, Reid, can you help agent Taylor on that? Captain Novak, maybe you can give some insight from the locals, too?"
Tara and Novak agree verbally, while Spencer only gives a curt nod.
Spencer makes brief eye contact with you before leaving the room.
Hell, what were the odds of something like this happening? You chose OC in another city precisely because you would hardly end up working on the same case.
Well, fuck the improbability.
When you're left alone with the rest, you don't know whether to ignore the elephant in the room or acknowledge the three years in which none of them have heard from you.
"It's good to see you, bella," Rossi cuts your mind spiral.
"Yeah, hope New York has treated you well," Luke seconds.
"I'm sure OC is happy to have you," JJ adds.
Each one of your former teammates offers you positive words you didn't expect to hear after leaving the way you did.
"Thank you, guys," you mumble gratefully.
Prentiss speaks up before things turn too emotional.
"Okay, okay. We'll have time for that later. Now, we need to crack this case. Tell us (Y/N) what can help us catch this unsub?"
You proceed to explain your concern about whether they are focusing on the wrong suspect. Emily listens to you carefully, and the rest share their impressions. There is no clear conclusion, but you decide to proceed with caution, given Vincent Clark's importance to your team.
"Okay. This is what we are going to do. Luke, you and JJ track Clark's associates first. Discretely, of course. Dave, can you check with Garcia about what these buildings in this list have in common?"
Once they are all gone with a task in hand, you stay alone with Emily.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know they would call you for this case," Prentiss muses. Your mouth goes agape. Why is she apologizing to you?
"Emily, it's okay. It's me who should be sorry for disappearing like that. I - I never contacted you, and you have the right to -" You can't finish your idea because Emily cuts you off.
"I know what are you going to say, and no. We are not mad (Y/N), we understand. You didn't want to be found, and we get that."
You surely appreciate her reassurance, but it doesn't make the guilt go away.
"Spencer does, too?"
Emily furrows her eyebrows. "In a way, I think he does. But he won't tell you that," she confides.
It's better than nothing.
"Is he okay, though?" You ask, believing if his life improved after your departure, you could feel a bit less shitty.
"I can't answer that. You will have to ask him."
Emily's assertiveness strikes again, you think. She's right. It's unfair to talk about Spencer with you when you were adamant about her not speaking with him about you.
You nod. "Fair enough."
For the rest of the day, things are pretty hectic. Police officers and FBI agents are coming and going; new information comes to check, and there are more witnesses to interview. There's so much movement that you haven't been able to stop a second and think about how you feel seeing Spencer after three years.
Emily has been cautious about not assigning you tasks where you might coincide, but you still can see him in the police station, and you've even exchanged furtive glances from time to time.
Taylor catches you doing it one of those times.
"What's wrong?" At the question, you turn to see him.
"Uh? No. Nothing." You're too distracted to notice Adam doesn't believe you.
"So, they are your former team in DC," he remarks, trying to get you talking. Since you arrived at 1PP, you have barely said a word not work-related to Taylor.
"Yeah." It's the best you can give him. You know what Adam is doing, but you won't engage. You have a lot on your plate already.
Your mind starts mulling the idea of talking to Spencer. But why would you do that? You were very clear the last time you spoke about your need to step aside. You were explicit to him about not having the strength to keep supporting him in his free fall. Sure, he promised to change and all that jazz, but you knew staying would only have brought you more pain and disappointment.
Despite all the reasoning, in the back of your brain, there is still the question of whether he really did what he said he would do. It's a morbid thought you have sometimes entertained.
Taylor's hand on your shoulder brings you out of your thoughts. You look at him in a daze. "Novak is calling us," he announces, frowning. Adam knows there's more going on in your head than you let on, and he has a suspicion about what - or rather who - it's about.
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It's late at night, and still, there are no clues solid enough to catch the unsub. You all start to feel the exhaustion but keep going. You haven't seen Spencer, Tara, or Rossi in a few hours, so you think Emily sent them to the hotel for the night.
Taylor told you he needed a break as well. So you're alone in one of the offices, going through folder after folder in case you overlooked something.
You're so focused that you jump when you notice the silhouette of someone standing in the doorway.
It's Spencer.
"Jesus! You scared me," you exclaim with a hand over your chest.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to do that," Spencer apologizes, closing the door behind him. His voice is calm and collected. You inspect him with curious eyes.
"What are you doing here?" You ask, a little harsher than you have liked. Spencer contemplates his response for a couple of seconds.
"Uh, I just wanted to say hi and to know if you were doing okay?"
His voice is unsure, and you look at him in disbelief. It's your confusion that prompts him to continue. "Well, if this had happened months after you left, I would possibly have come to yell and accuse you for leaving like that. Now? Just let's say I wanted to make sure you are doing okay," he clarifies, hands in his pockets.
"Well. I'm doing okay. I hope that satisfies your curiosity." Your response is curt and snarky, and you don't know really why. He hasn't said anything out of the ordinary. Spencer doesn't seem surprised by your tone, though.
"It does. Thank you."
And maybe it's enough for Spencer to turn and leave you alone, but you have the question at the tip of your tongue.
"So you're not mad at me?"
Spencer narrows his eyes. "Uh, I didn't say I'm not mad. I said I'm not here to throw it at you," he clarifies.
For some reason, the answer to your own question ignites an old bitterness you thought was gone.
"Oh, thank you very much," you mock. "A bit bold of you, don't you think?"
Spencer scoffs. "Bold? Bold being mad after you left from one day to the next?"
And there you go. So, Spencer's main problem is that you left in a hurry rather than the reason why you did it.
"What did you expect? Did you think I was going to stay after what happened?" You ask with incredulity, standing from your spot and crossing your arms over your chest.
"Maybe not. But head-ups would have been nice," Spencer matches your sarcasm.
"Yeah, and a goodbye party, too," you deadpan, and Spencer breathes a humorless laugh. Your irony is pushing his buttons the way you know it does, even after all these years. But why are you doing it? You don't really know.
"(Y/N), you literally disappeared! I was - we all were worried. I know you didn't want to talk to me or see me, for that matter. But why leave the BAU like that?"
Spencer looks distraught just at the mention of that fact. You don't interrupt his rant.
"For months, I really thought something bad had happened to you until Emily told me you were actually okay and that I should stop bothering you."
"It took you long enough," you mutter under your breath.
For a long time, you thought your reaction and later decision to leave like that was too much. Maybe it wasn't necessary to drop everything to start over, but you knew if you wanted to leave behind thirteen years of a lot of things, thirteen years of Spencer Reid, you needed to do something big—a major change.
"Yeah. It took me long enough. But don't expect me to be cool about it. It hurt (Y/N). It hurt like hell," Spencer admits.
"Why? Weren't you living the life you wanted?" you ask sardonically, and you see how Spencer's jaw clenches.
"You know I didn't. And I told you back then I realized about that, too," Spencer says, referring to the last time you saw each other—the night you kissed, and he told you he loved you, but you didn't believe him.
"But I get it. I understood why you didn't trust I was telling the truth, and it was fair. But to disappear like that? It was a lot (Y/N)."
In some way, you truly think Spencer's feelings about what happened are reasonable, and even you can understand the grudge he holds against you. But you are not in place to admit that to him. Not when the memory of what happened starts to burn in your brain and heart again.
"Are you done?" Pettiness is the only thing at hand you can use for now.
Spencer sighs. "I don't want you to think I'm admonishing you or whatever you think I'm doing. I really get I did wrong back then, and I hurt you. I'm not dismissing that fact."
"Good! Because here I was thinking you already forgot," you state, raising your voice.
"Jesus, (Y/N). Can you stop that?" Spencer's voice raises, too, to match yours.
You are about to make another remark when the door opens.
"(Y/L/N), we are going to -," Taylor starts to say but is cut off when he sees you with Spencer arguing. You both get startled and turn to see him. "Am I interrupting?" Taylor questions with eyebrows furrow.
"No-"
"Yes-"
You and Spencer reply in unison and make Taylor hesitate. "(Y/N)?" he asks you directly this time, tentatively approaching. He looks worried, and you don't want to make a fuss right now.
"It's okay, Adam. We are discussing something about the case. I'll finish here and join you, okay?" you say, with a soothing hand on his elbow.
"Yeah, okay. Yeah. I'll be with Novak," an unconvinced Taylor says as he retracts from the office, leaving you and Spencer alone again.
When you turn to see Spencer, he has his eyes trained on you, analyzing you. It's a piercing gaze you haven't seen in him in a long time—years, to be exact.
"What?" You ask, trying to break the trance. It seems to work because Spencer clears his throat.
"Nothing. Uh. I should go. Emily must be looking for me," he mumbles before passing you. Almost leaving the office, he turns for a moment.
"I really wanted to know you were okay. I'm sorry for what I said after that."
When the door closes behind him, you are left standing, questioning whether the last ten minutes have actually happened.
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'I'm sorry for what I said after that.'
Why is he sorry? Is it because he didn't mean it? Is it because he didn't want you to know?
It's not that you feel guilty, or maybe you do to some extent. Whatever it is, the thought of Spencer in the past three years has haunted you in many ways and forms.
Yeah, you came to New York to put distance between yourself and him, but what you never saw coming is that sole fact started to weigh on you in many aspects of your life. At first, you thought that due to the bond you both had forged for years, things would not look very good. Sure, it was going to take a lot of work, but you thought time would do its magic.
You tried—you have been trying hard. And even though you still believe it was the right thing to do, why have you yet to make peace with yourself?
Why has happiness been elusive to you? You haven't been able to make real friends; you haven't been able to have a healthy relationship. You've immersed yourself in the job, hoping sooner rather than later, the moment when the pieces finally fit together will come.
Will it ever happen?
When you think about that, your mind wanders to Spencer and whether what you're feeling now is anything like how he felt at the time. Or maybe how he still feels. You don't know. The times you have thought about it always end with the conclusion it's not the same. He had you back then. You don't have anybody.
Seeing him now only has fueled your self-struggle, and although you think it's not fair to take it on him this time, your actions haven't reflected that thought.
After considering your encounter in the precinct office, you concluded the best thing to do is to keep the peace between you both. To be civil and avoid the bickering. You are an adult; you can do that.
What you didn't expect is it hasn't been necessary to put your resolution into practice since you haven't run into Spencer again. The times you've seen him, he's barely made eye contact and immediately gone in the opposite direction from you.
In the meantime, the hours have passed, and you are almost ending your second day on the case, at least with more progress than the day before.
There is a good clue about who the unsub is—Albert Thomas, who has a direct link to Vincent Clark, your target from OC. Indeed, the unsub would be part of Clark's team.
Given that, you and Taylor inform your boss, and he allows you to participate in the takedown only if you can get Clark as well. It would be the conclusion of more than a year of chasing him.
It is a complicated operation, so everyone—officers from the NYPD, the BAU, and the OC division—prepares to catch Thomas and those involved with him.
Upon arriving at the abandoned building where you expect Thomas to be, Emily sends you in pairs to different points. You go with Taylor to cover the back door. Upon entering, you realize it is suspiciously quiet. The lighting is bad, but you don't want to use your flashlight so as not to alert them about your presence. You go first, and Taylor covers you. You arrive at a room where some light sneaks in. You go a little forward and peek, realizing Clark is filling some briefcases with money. He has his back on you, so he doesn't notice your presence.
"FBI! Hands up!" you shout, approaching with your gun pointed at Clark. He turns around but doesn't seem scared. Why? He is not alone.
Unfortunately, that thought comes too late. In a matter of seconds, Thomas pounces on you, throwing you to the floor. Your weapon falls meters from you. You know Taylor is behind you, but you see Clark grab his briefcases and run towards another escape door.
“(Y/N)!” Taylor shouts, and you barely hear him in your fight with Thomas. But you know if he stops to help you, you'll lose Clark.
"Go for Clark!" You shout him back, rolling on the ground after Thomas jabs your face with his fist.
You can't see Taylor, but you know he is hesitant. "Go!" you insist until you hear him running outside. Now, you can focus on Thomas. You manage to asset a blow to his jaw and push him away from you, but as you are kneeling and about to stand, he is on the floor pointing you a gun.
Where did he get that?
He is going to shoot you. You can see it in his eyes. You know the profile, too. He hasn't nothing to lose. You need to think fast. Talking to him won't make a difference. You decide your best chance is launching at him and pray the bullet doesn't hit you badly.
But before you can do so, you hear a gunshot. You close your eyes because you think it's coming from Thomas's gun. When you notice you don't feel any impact and you hear Thomas's screams of pain, you dare to open your eyes.
Spencer is standing with his revolver pointed at him. He was the one who shot, preventing Thomas from shooting you.
You let out a sigh of relief before collapsing to the floor. Although you didn't get shot, you are very beaten up, and the adrenaline rush leaves you without the energy to keep yourself on your feet.
Spencer is fast to catch you before you hit your head. There is commotion around, but you can barely hear anything. Even Thomas's screams sound far away.
"Hey, hey. I've got you," Spencer mumbles, adjusting you in a lying position, holding the back of your head in his hands.
"Thank you," you breathe out.
You won't notice much of what happens next. Paramedics come to check you out, but you only focus on the squeeze of Spencer's hand in yours. It's the only thing that grounds you as your eyes begin to feel progressively heavy. There comes a point where everything goes black, and you lose consciousness.
When you wake up, you are in a hospital bed. You see Adam with his back to you, talking on the phone, possibly to your boss. When he hangs up the call, you get his attention.
"What happened?" Your voice is raspy, so you assume it's been a couple of hours since you got there. Taylor turns and gives you a little smile.
"It's good to see you awake."
Adam tells you he caught Clark, and they can link him not only to Thomas's murders but to all the evidence against him you have been collecting over the last year. Adam also tells you what the doctor said about your condition. Despite the pretty bad blows you got, there is nothing serious, and you will be able to be discharged in a few hours.
"Where is Spencer?" you blurt out, not fully registering what you asked. A slip you quickly try to disguise. "I mean, the BAU. They have Thomas in custody?"
"Yeah. They brought Thomas to check the GWS, and after his discharge, he got into custody. And yeah, Agent Prentiss and Agent Reid came to check on you a few times," Taylor adds to his recounting with a knowing look you prefer to ignore.
Why does learning they came to check on you make your chest feel warm? You blame the medication the doctors surely gave you.
As Taylor said, a few hours later, you are discharged from the hospital with instructions to go home and not back to work in a week.
Your boss gives you the instructions on the phone. He sounds very happy to have Clark in custody and even mentions a promotion for you for such a successful operation.
You should be happy, right? But in all honesty, it doesn't feel like it.
You decide to go home to catch some needed sleep. Maybe sleeping helps to stop overthinking things. But before you can doze off, a ding from your phone grabs your attention.
Emily P: 'I hear you were discharged. We are leaving tomorrow morning. Would you like to celebrate with us and have a drink tonight? For old-time's sake?'
A nostalgic smile forms on your lips. A drink with your old team? Why not? Even if Spencer is going to be there, you already think it's time to make peace with what happened for your own good and mental health.
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The sound of music and laughter makes the bar feel lively and festive. Upon entering, that's the first thing you notice. The second thing you notice is you haven't been to this place for a while, being one of your regulars when you just moved to New York. At the back of the bar, you can see Emily, Luke, JJ, Rossi, Tara, and Spencer talking and laughing, each with their drink of choice. It's good to see them like this, relaxed, enjoying the moment. It brings back very good memories.
"(Y/N)!" Emily calls you, and everyone turns to see you. You wave and stroll where they are.
When you sit down, the first thing they do is ask you how you feel after the beating Thomas gave you. You don't know if it's on purpose or not, but no one is referring to the fact he almost put a bullet in you.
The conversation flows animatedly. While you tell the most notable anecdotes from your missions in OC, they review some of their most important cases from the last three years of the BAU. The ones who talk the most are Emily, Luke, and Rossi. While JJ and Tara rather break jokes and are more affected by alcohol than the rest. Spencer is the quietest of all, but he also participates in the conversation and even asks you questions about the things you say.
If you thought it might be an awkward instance, your former team proves the opposite, even considering the circumstances and reasons why you left the BAU. And although no one refers to it, everyone tacitly knows that it is there.
They don't resent you. They understood you needed to leave, and although you didn't tell them the reasons, they knew. Even Spencer seems comfortable when you have thought he wouldn't.
The conversation comes to a stop when Emily raises her glass, clearing her throat.
"Well. Uh. It's a weird time for this, but I do think things happen for a reason," Emily prephase, looking at everybody. "So, okay. Here we are tonight with an old friend who left the nest a few years ago," Emily looks at you. "To say goodbye to another of our own who is also embarking on new paths," now her eyes settle on Spencer. "I wish you the best in your new life. We'll miss you a lot. To Reid and his last case at the BAU," Emily toasts.
As everyone raises their glasses and cheers, you can't help but look at Spencer with surprised eyes.
Is he really leaving the BAU? After all these years? Did his last case end with him saving you from a bullet?
He gives you a short glance before sipping his beer.
"Come on, we want a speech," Luke demands, and everyone backs him. You're still in shock to say anything.
Spencer's cheeks redden a bit as he clears his throat before speaking.
"When Gideon recruited me for this job, I never imagined all the things I would experience in 17 years working here—the good and bad. I will always fondly remember everyone I met here and had the honor of working with." Spencer's eyes now focus on you.
"On my first day, I was so nervous I thought I was going to mess it up. But in the conference room, I met someone who was also on her first day. Knowing I wasn't the only one helped me not to run away."
Everyone is listening with raptor attention, and you know they are looking at you from the corner of their eyes.
"Do you remember the times we said everyone would leave before us?" He asks you, and now it's your turn to feel your cheeks burn.
"Well, it didn't happen that way. But I guess Emily is right, and things happen for a reason," he muses. "I wish some things could have been different, but we can't change the past," he says before averting your gaze. "I only hope the bond we forged all these years remains, even if we don't see each other that much or at all. I thank you for everything you have done for me, especially at my lowest points. I apologize for the little I gave in return," his gaze returns to you. "Thank you, guys. I'll miss you all."
Everyone clinks glasses, and Spencer's eyes keep on you. Why does the air feel suffocating from one moment to the next? You don't know what to do; the intensity of his gaze is overwhelming, and you think if you don't do something, you will faint right there.
You discretely apologize and get up from your spot. You need air.
Once outside, the cold of the night hits your face, but it is welcomed.
Your heart is still beating fast. Why are you so affected? Is it because Spencer is leaving the BAU? Are the memories he brought back during the toast?
"Are you okay?" A shy voice says behind you. It's Spencer. He followed you outside. You turn to see him with pained eyes, and Spencer worries even more. "What is it? Do any of the bruises hurt?"
Spencer believes your discomfort is physical. How ironic. In the last hours, you had even forgotten the beating you got.
You shake your head. "No, I'm okay. It's not that," you admit, and Spencer doesn't say anything, waiting for you to continue. "Is it true? Are you leaving?" He nods. "Why?"
It's weird how that fact has shaken you—or maybe not that weird. You never pictured Spencer in a place other than the BAU. You even talked about it several times. Like you, Spencer has never liked to make big changes, and you understand him more than anyone because you still feel the same about that.
"It doesn't make sense for me to stay anymore. It has been like that for a while," he shrugs.
"But you love the BAU. You always told me it was your life," you remind him. Spencer lets escape a little chuckle.
"You told me the same thing years ago, and you left nonetheless."
"It wasn't the same," you dismiss, shaking your head.
"I know. But since then, I've been questioning my reasons to stay."
"Why?"
Spencer takes some seconds to contemplate his response.
"Well. Maybe because it should have happened sooner? Honestly, I think the only reason I lasted this long after I was released from prison is because you were there supporting me. And well, after that? It took me months of therapy to realize it and almost two years to make the decision," he confesses. You are quite shocked hearing him talk about prison and therapy. Those things were banned for to mention three years ago.
"Months of therapy?"
Spencer shrugs again. "What can I say? I took your advice. You were right. I needed help to know what I really wanted."
His words bring you back to that night. The last time you saw each other. You wondered for a long time if Spencer got to make sense of what you said to him. Did he understand how hard it was for you to decide to step aside?
"You know? At first, I started it because I had the secret hope you would come back. And I promised you to change. With time and the certainty I had lost you, I began to accept I had to do it for myself."
Spencer's eyes drift to the distance like he can see those moments of realization he had back then.
"Did you?" Your voice is soft, trying not to cut him off from his reminiscence. His gaze comes back to you.
"Yes. And I thank you for it. I know I said a lot of other things at the precinct, but above all, I understood. I still think it's unfair, though."
"Unfair? Why?"
"I pushed you to do something I'm sure you didn't want to. It was me who should have left, not you."
"Spencer-" you start to say, but he cuts you off.
"I know, it is done. But what I said at the toast? I really meant it. I wish some things would have been different. Jeez, there are a lot of things I should have done differently. I wish I hadn't gone to Mexico. I wish I had told you I loved you sooner. I wish I hadn't chickened out when we first kissed."
Spencer's voice trembles a little. He is pouring out a lot of emotions, and you are there trying to digest all of them.
"But you said it yourself. It's done." Your tone isn't accusatory rather than nostalgic. He nods, clearing his throat.
"I know. And I can't go back in time to change it," Spencer acknowledges.
"Why are you leaving, then?" You are not saying it as if it's the wrong thing to do this time; it's more that you need confirmation that he is not running from reality as he did back then.
"Because I need to find my fresh start, as you did it. Well, and because after 17 years, to stay catching serial killers is not healthy, according to my therapist," he pulls a face after his last statement, making you chuckle.
"Am I listening correctly? Will Spencer Reid do what a shrink recommended to him?" you quip.
"What can I say? I'm a new man," Spencer shrugs, and you smile for real.
It's clear to you that he says it jokingly, but there is some truth behind it. It is not that people can go completely against their essence, but time has proven to you that things can change, and it's not necessarily totally good or totally bad. It's just different in shades of gray. And as something different, there is nothing wrong in looking for another change from time to time, even if that throws you out of your comfort zone.
As you both stand there, you realize that things in life are not linear. They are constantly coming and going. It's laugh and cry, condemn and forgive, mess up and amend.
"It's getting cold here," you start, and Spencer nods. "But I know a coffee shop nearby that is open this hour. Would you-? I mean, so we can keep talking. You don't have to, of course. I know you guys have a flight early in the morning." It's tentative; you can't really read him. Are you overstepping? Your overthinking dissolves when you see a grin forming on Spencer's lips.
"I, uh. I'd love to. I mean, to keep talking. Sure."
"Great. Okay. This way," you point, starting to stroll down the sidewalk. You adjust your coat to shield your neck from the cold as Spencer shoves his hands in his own coat pockets, walking beside you.
In a comfortable silence, you both bask in each other company. Is it like it used to be? Not quite. But it's a familiarity you can relish—a newfound understanding of what changes mean between you both.
Enough to lead you to talk for hours, laughing at your own silliness and crying at the painful admissions, causing Spencer to lose his flight the next morning.
Enough to make you leave New York months later and start teaching at the FBI Academy while Spencer gets his tenure at Georgetown.
And who knows? Maybe it's the same understanding that, six months later, will make you pursue a new step after a kiss under the street lights on a cold night in DC.
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Gonna hold you
Gonna kiss you in my arms
Gonna take you away from harm



a/n: So first and foremost, this is an early birthday present to my one and only true mate @brekkershadowsinger. You're an absolute love of my life and I'll never get tired of telling you that! Second of all, be gentle with me I haven't written for Az in a hot minute. 🤍
request: Since your requests are open could I ask for a Azriel x reader scenario? One where they are pinning for each other but someone obssesed with reader seduces/controls her with a enchantment or a spell and suceeds at some point, but our batboy realizes and comes to save her and that's when the bond snaps.
warnings: capture, kidnapping, murder... yeah
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"You're so smitten", Cassian says, trying to catch up with Azriel, who strides past the streets of Velaris. "No, I am not", the male grumbles back, picking up his pace. The two batboys were making their way to the little bakery that had opened not long ago. Well, it wasn't the bakery itself that was the reason for the trip, even if the baked goods there were to die for. It was you and you alone who had Azriel go there every free moment that he had.
"No, but you so are", Cassian said once again, since Azriel slowed down slightly while his thought lingered. "I swear if you don't shut up…", "You will stab me, burry me where no one could find me…", Cassian bent finger after finger as he named all the threats Azriel had made in the past two weeks since you had walked into his life. "But, dear friend, I'm mated to Nesta, so be wary of that", Azriel rolled his eyes at that threat. "As if she doesn't want to leave you in the ditch herself most of the time". To that, Cassian let out a loud gasp, "You take that back", but Azriel didn't even bother as he stepped into the little building, bending slightly since the doors were rather low for his tall frame.
This place used to be an ancient supply store before the war, but the owner never returned. Rhys had worked night and day trying to provide for families, hold their broken lives in his hands, and help them build them right back up. But the town shifted. There were many more new faces. Quite a handful of refugees from different courts have traveled here, full of hope and dreams, and Rhys has welcomed them all. Among that mass was you.
And mother struck Azriel dead, but he had never seen anyone else that was even close to what you were. He doubted that you had any magical powers. But in his eyes, you were the goddess of beauty herself. Someone who felt like a home at first glance. Someone who made it feel right. Who finally made Azriel slow down. Who got him so lost in his own mind that Azriel forgot about the steps in training.
The spymaster caught you refilling some couple's cups with a bright smile, and it was as if the room was glowing alongside you. You lifted your head, probably weary of the eyes watching you, and your face lit up once more. With the last goodbyes, you moved to walk closer to Azriel. Who looked way too big for this tiny place with his broad shoulders.
"Amazing, you're here. I thought I'd have to sit next to this sulking ass all morning", Cassian said, beating you to your first hello and leaving you quietly taken back by his words. Azriel threw him a deathly glare before yanking his man bun backward, causing the soldier to stagger back. "Don't pay him any attention; hit his head during training", Azriel's grip didn't loosen, and you couldn't help but frown slightly. "Ice?", the shadow singer hummed. "If it's not too much trouble, and two cups of tea while you're at it". You nod quickly before rushing towards the back room. "If you'll open your mouth one more time", Azriel glared at Cassian, who looked more like a toddler who just got a proper scolding from his mother than a scary Illyrian, "I'll sit still and look pretty, soldiers promise".
Azriel wasn't sure why he took Cassian with him in the first place, but he just had to. A part of him was scared. He got nervous around you. It was like all of his systems would overheat, and he would start ranting the most stupid nonsense, looking like an absolute loser. And well, no one besides Cassian knew about the feelings blossoming in the spymaster's heart. He was the one to point out that Azriel had fallen for you. The one who encouraged his brother to go offer you help with getting the bakery ready. The one who told him how to compliment you from time to time, even if it came out slightly weird at times. Azriel had never truly taken a liking to someone to this extent. So he needed backup, and well, Cassian was the best he got.
"You sure you don't need to see a healer?", Azriel snapped his gaze up, watching as you carefully pressed the pack of ice to Cassian's head. "I'm a worrier, lady; I've seen worse", Cassian's fingers brushed yours as he took the pack from your delicate fingers. A part of Azriel grew jealous. He wouldn't call himself territorial, and well, you weren't his, but still, it just didn't sit well with him. "And I made you tea how you like it", Pushing the cup towards the shadow singer, you smiled lightly. "Dash of milk and some honey", "Thank you, Y/N.", Azriel gave you a tight smile. Cassian nudged him under the table slightly, but it didn't seem to change much.
Your eyes scanned the bakery; considering that it was still pretty early, you didn't have too many customers to tend to, so you pulled the chair for yourself, wanting nothing more but to stay in the Illyrian presence for as long as possible. "The paint for the walls came", you muttered quietly, "I didn't open all the cans but had to peek to see the color", a light giggle escaped your lips, and Azriel wished he could hear that sound forever. "Do you have someone to help you?", Azriel never really liked that his voice sounded so harsh compared to yours, but he just didn't know how to make it sound more gentle. You shook your head. "Brian still can't move his arm; the healer said it has to stay wrapped for at least a couple more weeks". Brian was an older male who came along with you. You had told Azriel that he was the closest thing to family you had ever had, and so Azriel grew to respect the man who had given up a lot just so he could provide for you.
"I can come by and help; the next couple of evenings are free for me", Azriel said, but you shook your head, "I can't ask the spymaster of the night court to help me paint the walls". It was nice for him to offer, but this was too much. They had all done way too much already. "Don't worry, Azriel over here is capable of many things", Cassian said, clapping his brother on the shoulder, "Getting dirty just happens to be one of them", and Cassian was surprised that his head didn't meet the tabletop after those words.
Azriel did return to the bakery that same evening. The place was much more lively. All the tables were occupied, and you were twirling around them like a little bee, buzzing away with a never-ending smile on your face. Your light was the first thing that made you way out of his league. Everything you were, Azriel wasn't, and all he could think of was how he would stain you with his darkness.
"We don't have free tables, but I can make you a spot by the counter if you want?", Azriel jumped slightly at the sound of your voice. Mother, he needed to stop daydreaming around you so much. It was not good for his image, yet he just can't seem to keep his head in check. If beforehand all he could think about was work and the past, now it was all occupied by you.
"I can always just stay here", Azriel blurted out, gesturing to the side of the street, making your eyes grow big. "And eat on the ground, no way". Your much smaller hand grabbed his palm. And Azriel wanted to pull away, not wanting you to feel the scars that covered his skin, but your soft skin only presses against his palm firmly as you dragged him through the filled room.
Only when you two stepped into the little side room did Azriel speak up again, "I came to help with the paint". Another bland response; he generally needed to start working on that, but then you didn't seem to mind it. But what if you did? What if that ended up being the reason why you would potentially reject him? Not that you would ever want to do anything with him anyway.
"Az no..", his name rolling from your lips sounded sweeter than honey, and Azriel had to hold himself back from asking you to say it once again. "I'll work on some paperwork till you close, then we'll start painting", The spymaster shrugged his shoulders, summoning one of his shadows and pointing to the pile of papers the little dark creature barely managed to hold up. You gave him a look. One of those looks that Azriel hadn't yet learned to read.
"You know you won't reach the top of the wall anyway", the spymaster tried to reason, but you only crossed your arms over your chest. "I can get a ladder", you shrugged, "And fall over potentially, no", Azriel's voice sounded way higher. And now all he could see was you laying there unconscious. You said nothing for a bit, then leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Azriel's cheek. Some of his shadows started to twirl around him, causing the crimson blush on your cheeks to darken even more. You two lingered in silence tomorrow until you ran your hands over your apron and quietly slipped through the door back to the main part of the bakery. Azriel lifted his hand to his cheek, rubbing his fingers over the spot where your lips had been a moment ago.
"Can we paint shapes and then paint over them?", you giggled to yourself softly, a brush in your hand as you looked back at Azriel, who stood not far away from you, the sleeves of his shirt rolling up his arms, making his mucky arms seem even thicker. "Sure, do it if you feel like it", Azriel had watched you almost all night, and how could he not when you came to drag him out of the side room. Everyone was gone. You had pushed a couple of tables together, lit some candles, and had a warm meal steaming in the middle of the table. To say that Azriel's heart had nearly burst would have been an understatement. You had refused to tell him where the paint cans were until he had a proper meal because you had a feeling that he hadn't eaten much today.
"Do you paint?", you asked suddenly, finishing the outline of the flower that you had chosen to paint on the wall. "No, Fayre is the painter in the family", but that was only partly true. Feyre was the one who everyone knew for a fact painted in the family. So did Azriel; he just chose to do it in the comfort of his room. And for a while now, all he could draw and sketch was you. Was it in some way creepy? Yes, and that was the reason why no one would ever see it. But a part of Azriel feared that with time the memories of you might fade, so he wanted to capture and keep at least a couple of them.
"I heard that the high lady is a true beauty as well", you said with a dreamy sigh. Not even half as beautiful as you, Azriel wanted to say, yet he didn't. "Is it strange now that the city has been fed with newcomers?", You had dropped the brush back into the can by then, turning to watch Azriel's face. "More work on the safety part, but other than that, I don't care for it much", The hurt that suddenly shimmered in your eyes made Azriel want to add that you and Brian were by no means a part of the trouble. Or that he did care because that wave of refugees had brought you into his life, but those words seemed too big. Too close to the shadow singer's heart, so he choked them out.
"I guess everyone adapts differently", your eyes fell on the big bakery window, and for a moment, the room fell silent. Azriel found himself asking, "What do you mean?", when a stranger sensation started to twist his guts. "Oh, nothing too serious", you waved your head carelessly, "There's just this male. He comes by, stares through the window, and murmurs stuff ". Azriel's eyebrows knitted together in an instant. The worrier inside him woke up immediately. Red flags and warning signals rang in his ears. You must have sensed the tension and the shift in soft energy.
"Brian ushered him away a couple of times", you tried to reassure the spymaster. Brushing your fingers over one of the shadows that had started to swirl around the room. "I'll look into him", Azriel said firmly. "That is unnecessary", you followed suit straight away, but it seemed as if Azriel didn't hear you. "Maybe get one of the males I trust to stay nearby". You pulled at his hand softly. Letting your fingers tangle with him as you squeezed his hand, you said, "That is even more unnecessary".
Azrie wanted to argue, but then you were so close to him. He could feel your heartbeat. He could feel your body's warmth. He could smell you. He could touch you. And he did softly brush a strand of hair away from your face. "I'm sure the man just suffered a serious trauma during the war. We all deserve to have some peace, and if watching through the bakery window gives him that, let it be", you broke the silence once more before leaning in to press a kiss to Azriel's chest.
Just Azriel couldn't let it be. Especially when Rhys and the work on his hands kept him away from the bakery for the next couple of days. He felt restless. Even on the first night after not seeing you, Azriel was ready to just fly to you. Even if it was just so he could listen to your heartbeat for a moment.
And his concerns only grow when he and Cassian eventually made their way to the bakery. Brian was pacing in front of the building, the cane he uses to get around wobbling in his hands. "Sir", Azriel called out carefully, not wanting to startle the old man even more. And the way Brian's face both lit up at the sight of the spymaster and fell at the same time made Azriel think of the worst possible scenarios. "She's gone", Brian reached the bandaged hand towards Azriel, shaking as a leaf in the midnight air. "What do you mean gone?", Azriel tried to stay professional, to not let the words spoken affect him—not yet, not now; he needed a clear mind. "She.. she just", Brian's legs bucked, but Azriel quickly steadied him, throwing a glance at his brother who stood nearby, "Cassian, grab a glass of water".
Walking the male to the nearest chair to sit down, Azriel allowed him a moment to breathe. But he can see the need in Brian's eyes as he spoke up again< "She wasn't like herself. Her eyes… they looked dead". At this point, Azriel felt the fear start to choke him slowly. Let its nails dig into his throat and squeeze as hard as possible.
"Then that man came, and she just walked out with him", Brian gestured to the window, and Azriel instantly knew that he had made the biggest mistake when he agreed to drop this. Everyone deals with their trauma differently. How does this man do, then? By stealing young, innocent females?
"What man?", Cassian asked, and the question was needed. In place. And required when they dealt with trouble in the city. Just Azriel didn't count this as yet another mission in the city. His mind was working so fast that he gently started to feel like he was seeing sounds and hearing colors. "Azriel…", Brian called out for the spymaster, and he instantly drew his eyes back to the man, who had reached out to him once again. "She's been so happy with you the past couple of weeks, and it looked like she had no recollection of that when she left". Azriel didn't let the words set it. Happier. Happier because of you. Happier because she found something in you. Happier for the first time in a long while. Happier, just like you deserved to be, but where are you now? Where was he supposed to find you?
"We're going to the house of wind", Azriel said firmly as he stood up. "Rhys will look into your mind. I need to see the man's face. I need to know what to look for. Need to…", Cassian clasped Azriel's shoulder and said, "Start by taking a breath in", The general of bloodshed could practically feel Azriel's heart trying to beat out of his chest, "We'll find her; we won't stop until she's back home".
They are not wrong when they say that the unknown is what you fear most in life. You can handle things going bad; you can even prepare for and predict some of them, but it's when the situation is laced with uncertainty that it hits you, crippling you to your core. Azriel felt like he had lost a part of himself. As if one of his limbs had been cut off and he just now realized the necessity of it. Walking aimlessly, thinking thoughts that lead nowhere. He had everything. Everything that he didn't even know he had was gone. He hadn't even stopped to acknowledge it. Azriel's shadows had been twirling all over Velaris, but in a couple of hours, they had led him nowhere near you.
That was until such a strong sensation hit him. Like banging from behind closed doors. Something was reaching and clawing to get his attention. Azriel gripped his chest abruptly. The voices in the room died down. Turning into unidentified muffles. Where are you, Azriel ran that question through his mind once more. Where are you, my little light? The pain ripped through him once more, and the spymaster let out a quiet growl.
"I say we move the search out of the city", Rhys said, pointing to the areas he would suggest checking first on the map. "The mountains", Cassian also added. But Azriel shook his head, "No", the two bat boys exchanged glances, "Azriel", "I said no". Cassian wanted to speak, but Rhys shook his head quickly before saying, "We just want to…", "I can fucking feel her. I feel her here. She's here", Azriel roared as he quickly stood up.
Rhys read the situation fast, a knowing gleam flickering in his eyes. He too had been in a situation where the world was working against him and the love of his life, and now, with Azriel standing in front of him panting like a hurt animal, Rhys knew the truth and knew where this was leading, "Say a word, and we will go where you feel that she is kept".
The place was nothing more than a cave, a cave covered and drenched in dark magic enchantments. Tucked away on the north side of Velaris. Easy to miss because nothing hid you away more than the darkness itself. In the darkness, you could easily blend into absolute nothingness. You were there with your dress ripped to bits, twirling like a spring flower; just your face looked dead. No emotions. Eyes unseeing. The male motioned for you to step forward. And you did—no fighting, no pleading. Fully in control. The necklace gleamed in the firelight. The voices inside Azriel's head roared. That must be the main source of this insanity, then.
It took all of Azriel's self-control not to just march in there right then and there. He didn't want to wait for everyone to get into their position. This meant that he had to watch you being toyed with for one more minute, and it was already one minute too long. His hands gripped both of the daggers that he was holding. He thought of all the ways he knew how to end a life. All the ways he could drag out a death. Everyone deals with trauma in their own way. Your voice echoed in Azriel's mind once more. Well, this was how Azriel dealt with his.
When they finally struck, they quickly realized that the place was filled with at least a handful of other girls, all drained to the point of barely standing. Whatever had been happening here had been overseen, and for that, Azriel was ready to take the blame because this should have never been a thing in the first place. It was Azriel who pierced the male straight through the heart, letting Rhys devour the rest with his dark magic, crushing whatever remained of it around the cave. The moment the enchantments vanished, the place was filled with females gasping and crying. Please, confusion. Azriel noticed Cassian softly talking to some of the women. We're here to help, not to harm. Even if it seemed far too late.
Azriel's eyes fell on your shaky frame. The tugging in his chest continued with every step that he took closer to you. Your body flinched right as the spymaster kneeled in front of you, but the moment your eyes met his, you leaped forward, burying yourself in his strong chest. Azriel wrapped his arms around your middle without a second thought.
"I got you; you're safe; you're all okay", he whispered over and over, fingers brushing through your hair gently. "Az", you muttered almost in disbelief still, holding onto the spymaster as if your life depended on it, and in a way it did. "Yeah, my love, it's me", pulling away slightly, Azriel cupped your face, wanting nothing more than to bring back that happy gleam to your eyes once more.
"Az", you murmured once more, now watching him, memorizing him, and remembering him. "No one will ever harm you", Azriel stated firmly. He wouldn't allow it. Never again. You were his to look after now. You shook your head in disbelief, your delicate fingers brushing over the spymaster's sharp jaw. "It's you", your voice was nothing but a whisper, and Azriel couldn't help but smile as he turned his head to the side to kiss your palm, "It's me", he said.
"My…", but your breathing hitched as your head lulled back. Azriel was quick to steady your neck, but it didn't stop the panic from spiraling. You can't die. You couldn't have just died. His eyes darted to Rhys, who slowly approached you two and said, "Let's bring her back home, hun?".
Watching you sleep—at least that's what Madje said—was torture. Azriel was glad that your body was doing everything in its power to wear off the stress as quickly as possible, but he had to hear you tell him that you were okay. That you weren't hurt. That nothing happened there because he would bring back that fucker once again just so he could skin him again.
Your body stirred slightly, and Azriel held his breath. The flicker of the bond between you grew brighter. It fully snapped into place for Azriel when he stepped out of the cave with your unconscious body in his arms. He couldn't help but wonder what the last thing you wanted to say was. My what? Love? Savor? Mate? He would take any of those; he just needed to see your eyes once more.
With a couple of slow blinks, your eyes shot open, your breath picking up as the unfamiliar room filled your senses. He did not bring you back home, he wanted to be with you until you woke up, so his room felt like the most comfortable place at the time. "It's okay; you're in my room; you're safe now", he said softly, reaching out for your hand. Your gaze fell onto him once more, eyes filling up with tears.
"Come here", Azriel muttered. Sitting closer to you, he brought you into his arms, mindful of the weight of his wings pressing against your legs. Your arms sneaked around his neck as you held him close. Azriel sent nothing but love and light through the bond in hopes of soothing you even more, and he was more than surprised when he felt the same love coming back from your side.
The shadow singer pulled away slightly; he hated seeing your tear-stained eyes. "You…", he started, and you nodded your head. Knowing without words what he was about to say. Mates. As odd and unexpected as it was, you two were chosen for each other. A light smile painted your lips as you pressed your forehead against his. Azriel breathed you in. Finally allowing himself to let go of the tension. Finally letting himself believe that you were safe.
"Could I", you started, crimson tinting your still pale cheeks, "Could I kiss you?" The question was nothing but innocent. Yet carried by nothing but a desire to feel whole. To find that extra strength in having someone you could fully lean onto. Azriel brushed some of your hair from your face, his fingers caressing your cheek, "You don't have to ask because I would love nothing more".
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HII Im the anon that requested the touya fic you can just call me the 🍊 anon if thats fine with you because ill probably be back a lot more 😭 your fics are SOO good can i request another touya fic, basically the same as last time what it was like being childhood friends with him? Ty!! 😁😁
SECRET SPOT: oneshot request!
parings: Touya Todoroki x reader
wordcount: 1.4K
notes: actually took forever because I forgot what kids do in their free time
warnings: none
summary: you find a cool spot you’d like to show Touya, shenanigans ensue.
You feel your lungs by start to burn as your run as quick as you can towards to best friends house.
You knock almost violently on the door when Rei Todoroki opens it.
“Miss L/N? Is everything okay?” She says with a worried tone.
You nod your head quickly before you say breathlessly, “I-i have something super cool to show Touya!”
Rei chuckles nervously at your excitement, “he’s in his room, I remember correctly.”
You mutter a quick thank you before booking it towards Touya’s room, only to find it empty.
Now you weren’t too concerned by the fact Touya wasn’t in his room like he was supposed to be, if he wasn’t holed up in his room then he’d be holed up at Sekoto peak over using his quirk in the name of ‘training’.
You shrug before making your way back to the front door, you weren’t planning on telling Rei that her son was up at the peak, he made you promise not to anyway.
Sekoto peak wasn’t the farthest away from the Todoroki household but by the time you got there at the summit you could feel your legs aching.
Now all that was left was to walk up it…
You could make out flashes of red as you hiked up the trail, few sparks of blue which was curious since Touya’s was red?
No point on dwelling on it.
You yell out his name, scaring him before running up to him excitedly.
“Y/N- you scared the hell out of me-“ he blabbers out.
You try to make your voice serious as you speak, “Touya- you absolutely need to follow me now, we’re going on adventure.”
Touya scoffs softly, “adventure? What are you- twelve?”
You stare at Touya after he choices his words, quietly as the seconds tick by.
He clears his throat, “ahem- sorry uhm, where are you trying to take me?” His voice is steady unlike yours, “can’t tell, it’s a surprise.”
“Then scram, I’m training right now Y/N.” He starts to walk off over to his little training corner with the log before you grab his wrist.
“Please Touya?” You beg with a pout on your face.
Touya try’s to tug his wrist away, “Nope, I don’t know what I’m getting myself into.” You groan before pulling him back, “Touya- don’t be a brat I’m trying to show you something cool!” You continue to plead.
“You trying to fight me now? I’ll win.” He says almost threateningly.
you tug again, “you built like a prepubescent chicken- look Touya please just do this for me?”
You and Touya enter an unspoken eye staring contest, Touya loses by looking away nervously and you could almost feel his skin heating up.
“Fine, take me to your stupid spot.” He says lowly, but it doesn’t have any venom behind it.
You celebrate silently in your head before dragging him down the mountain, then towards the woods near your own home.
Touya’s brows furrow, “are you planning on murdering me or something?” his voice could be described as a fake out between ‘I’m so scared!’ And pure sarcasm.
You shrug, “keep up the attitude and I just might.”
He laughs at that one.
You climb over smaller bushes and duck under branches before entering a thicker part of the woods, you got lost in it one time and your parents had called every emergency number they knew.
Touya still dogs on you for it til this day.
Whilst trekking throughout the woods your legs decided to make home with a near by rose bush that hooked into your skin painfully.
You yelp before trying to ease the small thorns out of your poor calf but Touya decides to help out for once.
“Don’t move.” His voice was stern when he said it but his face was filled with worry practically.
He grabs you calf then the vine and pulls the two apart gently, only to leave a small stinging sensation in the wounded area.
“Be glad it’s not bleeding.” He hops over the vines to join you, you kinda hopped his leg would get stuck too for karma but you’ll get revenge soon.
Revenge for everything you’ve done to get him to this cool spot, made your legs sore, made them injured- what’s next? A broken arm?!
You continue to walk throughout the forest, the ground below you getting wetter with each step. Then you could finally hear the faint noise of water rushing.
You walked out nearer towards it before hitting a drop off but luckily you had already scooped out the terrain. There was and edge that you could scoot by on if you held on good and if you fell you- probably- wouldn’t die!
Before you could get to it Touya grabs your hand, “that isn’t safe, find another way.” his brows furrow.
“This is the only way that I know, hold on and you’ll be fine-“ “Y/N I don’t want you getting hurt.” He cuts you off before you can rationalize with him.
“Touya I’ve done this before, I’m not gonna fall.” You smile while you say this but then Touya made it fade quickly with his next words.
“I’ve seen Bridge to Terabithia, don’t play with me Y/N.” His tone is serious but it almost sounds like he’s messing with you.
You mumble out a small fine then Touya smiles like he won, you don’t like that cockiness.
So you quickly run back and scoot the wall almost expertly, pieces of rock falling down below as you move.
Touya calls for your name but by the time you respond d your already on the other side, “see- I told you I’d be fine!” You smile cheekily.
Touya visibly relaxs before his face goes mean again, “you could’ve fallen.”
“Yet I didn’t?”
“I’ll push you down myself.”
You scoff, “thought you didn’t want me getting hurt?”
Touya groans as you start to skip off towards the rushing water, it’s a nice little spot but it has logs all around it like some parkour obby.
Touya watches as you walk over towards one, it’s over a larger area of water- hell it evens look deep.
“Touya, be careful here since it’s slippery.” you sound sweeter than usual, Touya notes.
Touya cautious steps onto the log with the water calmly drifting beneath him, truly it wasn’t hard to balance on it.
You step behind him following close, then you wind your arms back and push him into the water with all your strength. He hits the water with a loud splash, it only takes him a few seconds to resurface.
“Y/N- are you fucking crazy!?” He yells out, you could barely hear him from your own cackling.
You don’t even notice when he grabs your own ankle to drag you down with him.
You yelp before hitting the water, whilst falling you accidentally hit your back against the log.
When you plop back up from the water, coughing violently. You can hear Touya laughing at you, you splash water at him before he could continue.
“Psh- don’t be angry that I got you back!” He yells, his voice sounds light.
Like he’s having fun.
You and Touya continue to have a splashing fight before you raise your hands up, “okay- we’re still not there yet-“ he splashes you again.
“Touya!” He stops for a moment, listening to you.
“It’s a little up ahead, follow me.” You trek through the water, making your way past floating branches or jagged rocks.
Touya could faintly hear water falling, then he felt the water become much more shallow.
The two of you continued to walk throughout the shallow water before it starts to rush before your feet, once Touya look up the first thing he sees is a miniature waterfall.
You turn back to look at him, “isn’t it amazing Touya?” Your smile is bright.
He can’t help it when his faces starts to match yours, you just have that affect on him.
He watches you run up to the falls, collecting rocks or whatever you do.
He can’t help but think how glad he was that he stopped training, even for a moment.
He felt good, his heart felt warm.
you just have that affect on him.
EXTRA:
“Touya- why in the world are you soaking wet?!” Rei practically screams.
Touya stumbles over his words for a moment before speaking, “uhm- next question?”
“Were you out training again?!” Rei says her voice going softer.
“Uhm….next question?” Touya says whilst looking down.
He’s never going on adventure with you again.
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So ive had this idea for a while of what would it be like for Knuckles to come home after the events in the Knuckles series so yeah thats what i wrote lol
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It was the day after Maddie had grounded Knuckles. She had woken up and made breakfast for the boys, Tom was off for leave doing some work leaving the house to her and their little alien children.
“Boys! Breakfast is ready!”
Sonic and Tails came down stairs shortly after. But there was no sign of Knuckles, maybe he thought he couldn't come down since he was still grounded. She should probably go up there and lift that.
“Where's Knuckles?” Tails questioned as he took his plate.
“...What? What do you mean where is he?”
Sonic looked at Tails then back up at Maddie
“We thought he was down here since he's not in our room…” Sonic stated as he looked up at his adoptive mother.
“...What…”
“Yeah, he's not up there” Tails regretfully informed.
“...WHAT?! What do you mean he's not in the house?!”
“Hey i mean he could have gone out to go train!” Sonic frantically said as he put his plate down, “Ya know, since he loves to go out and train all day!”
“But he never goes out to train this early!” Maddie felt nervous. Had she upset him too much? Had he ran off because of her?
…
She had to call Tom and tell him that their kid ran off.
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Wade had parked the motorcycle on the front lawn of the Wachowski household. He had finally come back to drop off Knuckles. He got off the motorcycle and Knuckles followed.
“We have to do that again sometime! I really enjoyed that!” Wade said happily as he walked to the front door with Knuckles .
“Yes, that was the fun!” Knuckles replied with a smile.
Once the two were in front of the front door Knuckles knocked on it. Tom came up to the door and opened it. His eyes widen upon seeing Knuckles in front of him.
“Knuckles? Oh my god…Knuckles!” Tom looked, to say the least, exhausted. He had pretty bad bags under his eyes from sleepless nights looking for his son, Knuckles.
Tom got on his knees and hugged Knuckles.
“Where on earth have you been?!” Tom asked worriedly as he held Knuckles close. “Do you have any idea how worried me and Maddie were?!”
Maddie came around and gasped as she saw Knuckles, she looked in a worse state then Tom did.
“My baby!!” Maddie cried out as she also joined in on hugging Maddie.
Knuckles had been gone for a whole week and neither of his parents knew where Knuckles had been.
…Knuckles was very confused to say the least…
Wade just realized he had indeed not informed Tom and Maddie that he had Knuckles, nor had he even asked if it was okay to take Knuckles!
“I have been with Wade at his bowling ball tournament.”
“What.” Tom looked up at Wade, and he looked pissed.
“Wade. What the hell.”
“L-Listen! I had completely forgot to ask you if either of you were okay with it- I just got really excited when he came to my house last week saying he would help me out and-”
“He came to your house?! On the day he was GROUNDED?!” Maddie yelled
Knuckles tensed up. He didn't know what to do, nor did he know why Tom and Maddie were so upset.
“What's wrong?” Knuckles quietly asked.
“What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG??” Maddie barked out “You've been gone for an entire week! You disappeared and didn't come back until today! Tom and I were worried sick over you!!”
“...Worried?” Knuckles questioned, he had never had someone worry about him before, or at least he can't remember anyone worrying about him.
“Yes! We had to call the cops to search for you! Me, Tom, Sonic and Tails were looking all over for you!” Maddie started to tear up as she held Knuckles close.
“I thought I drove you away…” Maddie choked up as she started to cry.
Tom stood up and Wade looked worried.
“Listen- this is my fault. I'm so sorry I made you two worry so much about him- I didnt even know he was grounded! I thought maybe he had told you two-” Wade began to explain, he didn't want Tom and Maddie upset at Knuckles for not understanding how people worked and stuff…
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Wade sat at the table with Tom and Maddie, Knuckles was there too. Sonic and Tails were sleeping on the couch.
Wade and Knuckles had to explain what had happened the past week when the two of them were gone.
“Again, I'm so sorry. I won't let this happen again I swear” Wade said as he looked at Tom and Maddie.
Tom sighed, “Whatever…It's over and done with now.”
“You better not do it again.” Maddie threatened.
“...I am sorry too. I did not know someone could have people worry like that…” Knuckles softly said, he looked and felt guilty for causing such pain for his family.
“It's alright Knuckles, you didn't know…” Maddie said as she sat up and hugged Knuckles for what felt like the 100th time that day. “All that matters is that you're home now…”
“Anyways, I gotta get home now. See ya!” Wade said as he stood up to leave.
“Wait-” Knuckles looked up at him as he got up from his chair. He opened his arms up, an invitation for a hug…
Wade was shocked but he smiled and hugged Knuckles tight.
“You make a great warrior, Wade” Knuckles said with a smile.
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