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sohin-ace · 3 years ago

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Kakyoin - Fateful Day

Kakyoin x Jotaro's sister reader

I freaking love the Joot-sister prompt

You were always used to Jotaro and you walking separatedly from and to school. The guy had way longer legs than you and would rather not be seen with you in public and near school, for reasons mysterious to you.

At first you felt offended that he would be ashamed of you, or just not bear your presence.

You did not know, in fact, that the reasons he kept his distance from you as much as he could when on schoolgrounds or when going to school, was to protect you from danger.

Not only was Jotaro constantly surrounded by crazy girls who would probably harass you for existing in his world, but he also had troubles, to understate, with local delinquents and other gangsters who wanted to throw some hands at him.

Furthermore, with the new discovery of that bizarre, seemingly evil spirit that started following him around, you were really the last person he wanted to hurt.

Unfortunately, being distant from his little sister wasn't near enough to protect her this time.

One fateful day, soon after your grandfather arrived in Japan and Jotaro got out of holding, you were walking home from school as usual.

Jotaro was already a solid five minutes away in front of you, which meant you were all alone.

You didn't mind the lone walk, the town was peaceful and you were used to it. But something irked you when you felt an insistant presence behind you.

You turned around, checking, but no one was there. You shrugged the feeling off, feeling a bit stupid for thinking the worse and kept walking, telling yourself it must have been a cat or an innocent someone who got home.

"Jotaro~! Welcome back- hm? Where is your sister?" Holly asked as she welcomed her son who just came home.

The boy grunted, reluctantly accepting his 'welcome home' smooch. "She's coming. She's just slow."

After a long while of waiting for your return, Holly started to worry, stress and anxiety clouding her mind. Panicked, she barged in Jotaro's bedroom. You weren't usually this late.

"Jotaro, are you sure Y/N was behind you? It's been almost thirty minutes and she's still not back…"

Jotaro huffed in annoyance as he got up from his laid down position on his bed.

"Yare yare daze, quit worrying over nothing, she's probably fine."

" 'Probably'?!"

"What's going on, Holly?" Joseph joined in after hearing the commotion.

"Y/N's not back from school yet… I'm scared something might have happened to her…" Holly explained to her father, dread even more evident in her voice as she worded her worries.

Joseph rubbed her shoulder in reassurance, "It's okay, Holly, I'm sure she's not that far. Jotaro! Get up and go look for your sister! You're supposed to keep an eye on her, that's your role as a big brother!"

The old man scolded as the teenager stood up and got on his way, as if he had been asked an annoying chore.

"Yare yare, you're all so noisy over nothing." He put his shoes back on and took his leave.

Stopping every once in a while and unable to shake off your uneasy feeling truly delayed you. You were sure you'd never hear the end of this if your father knew how late you were today.

"Kujo..." A sudden deep voice called right behind you, and you turned around, meeting with a complete stranger. "…Am I correct?"

"Yes?" You replied a bit shyly as you turned fully to him. "And you are...?"

As you now had a better look at him, you realised how handsome he actually looked. Not at all how you imagined a potential creep following you.

He wore your school's uniform but you didn't recognize his face. He must be a new student, you told yourself. He had beautiful red hair and a white shawl that flew gracefully in the wind. He was also strongly and elegantly built. Just who was he?

But all that charm quickly shifted as he smirked eerily in response. He approached you, his eyes glaring into your soul and you stepped backwards as fear built up inside you. Why was he looking at you like that so suddenly?

The uneasiness from before came up tenfold, this time completely justified. You spoke up as he came uncomfortably close to you, towering over your much smaller form.

"U-um… Did you need something…?" You hesitantly stuttered as he now stood arm-length away from you.

"Yes I do." He spoke confidently, his goal like set in stone. "I need you to lead me to your brother."

"What? My brother? If it's a fight you want with him, I won't let you." You protested with more confidence, now that you started to understand where he came from.

You were used to people trying to pick fights with Jotaro. You knew your brother had way too many enemies for his own good, and surely you wouldn't let anyone get to him and filter them out if you had the occasion.

"Who even are you? I don't recognize you from school…" You squinted your eyes warily. This boy arised too many questions in your mind.

Kakyoin smiled softly at you, which you didn't trust at all. He was fishy and there was something in his eyes that you quite couldn't put you finger on.

"My name is Kakyoin Noriaki." He sighed. "I didn't want to use force on a lady, but you don't leave me any choices..."

Before you could even react, green tentacle-like appendices appeared from behind him and lunged at you. You gasped and bolted away as fast as you could.

You knew it. It was bad. Real bad. You had no chance against a Stand user like him, you couldn't manage your own newly found Stand just yet. It was exactly like your grandfather said.

You tried to run, but not even 2 meters far and his green vectors wrapped around your ankles.

As you were about to trip and land on the floor, more of the tentacles wrapped around your legs, waist, arms and wrists, preventing you from falling, keeping you still in mid-air.

You couldn't move. Kakyoin came up behind you as you struggled in Hierophant Green's grip.

"Well that was easy." He snickered over your tied up and desperate form.

"LET ME GO!! LET ME- HMMFF!" He put a large hand over your mouth, effectively silencing your now muffled screams.

"Shhh! Don't make this harder for us, I'll just borrow your body real quick. It'll be over before you even know it. I'll make this painless, I'm a gentleman."

He released your mouth and Hierophant green squeezed itself around your neck, choking you, your mouth agape for you desperately needed air.

He took this advantage to grab your wrists and lock you against his chest as his Stand released you to nest itself inside your opened mouth.

Your body tensed up at the foreign and disgusting feeling of the spirit slipping down your throat and you violently squirmed in Kakyoin's grip as he forced your mouth closed, keeping the Stand inside to own your will and possess you. Just as Dio had taught him.

"Good. That's good. Jotaro would never kill his own sister, now would he? Even though his own sister will kill him. How tragically ironic."

He wrapped his arms back to your midsection as you stopped squirming, tired and breathless from fighting against him in vain. He held you against him as he knew you would surely collapse if he let go.

"Haaah… Ahh… Haaaa… Haaahh…" You panted shakily, scared and exhausted as your head hung low and your cold hands rested upon his own, barely able to swat them away from you with how shakey you were.

You were weak and alone, which was perfect for him to use. He chuckled and you felt the rumble of his chest against your back as he did. You felt like crying.

"It's too bad that you have to die. You're so cute, I would have loved to bring you to Master Dio with me."

You suddenly felt nauseous. You felt his stand inside you, trying to slide itself into every part of you and take control of your body.

You tried to resist, your arms and legs were shaking, your arched your back and writhed in pain, you knew your own Stand was fighting against it.

To Kakyoin's utter shock, Hierophant Green was violently pushed out of you by your own Stand as you let out lung-piercing coughs. Spitting the enemy out like some flesh-eating parasyte.

"WHAT-?!" Kakyoin yelped at the scene, but was then forced to let go of you as your Stand punched Hierophant Green in the face, the red-head owner feeling the hit full-force as well.

Kakyoin fell down, knocked down by the impact as you collapsed to your knees, coughing up and vomiting spit and blood.

Adrenaline pushing you through, you didn't let yourself any time to recover and took this chance to run away as fast as you could, taking sharp turns and passing through narrow paths that you prayed he wouldn't fit through or have the idea of searching.

You eventually lost track of him, gasping desperately for air as your lungs hurt in a dry and sharp pain, fed by the ceaseless pounding of your heart. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, you couldn't take it anymore.

Right as you passed the Torii gate of the temple nearest to your neighborhood, one you walked through every day, you passed out cold onto the paved holy ground.

Jotaro slowly walked his way back to the path you usually both took to come home after school. He walked and walked, but still no trace of you on the way.

Although he would never admit it, his anxiety grew inside him and his heartbeat quickened as he realised that you were way too far from home for his own liking. You were right behind him, how could this happen?

He started to feel guilty that he didn't even check if you were still following him or not. Especially when he realized that so many people, people who yearned to get under Jotaro Kujo's skin, could easily do so by taking you down and harming you, his own sister.

His train of thoughts were interrupted when he found something, or rather someone on the stoned floor of the local temple. And as he approached the figure, sure enough, his eyes widened and his heart jumped in his chest. No...

"Y/N…!"

He immediately kneeled down next to you and lifted you to his lap. He checked you up and down for injuries and noticed you had fresh bruises forming on your wrists and neck and you were bleeding from your mouth. He could not believe what he was seeing.

"Aah… Jojo…" you whimpered in a wheeze as you recognized your brother's voice and his smokey scent.

"Who did this to you? What's the name of that fucking asshole?!" He growled, his gruff voice contrasting with the care he held you with.

"H-he's a stand user like you… Kakyoin… He's after you, don't go to school tomorrow…" You croaked and coughed out while looking up at his worried eyes and your brother scoffed.

"Yare yare, you're stupid to think I won't go to school and drum his ass."

He lifted you up and carried you back home to get your injuries treated. As to be expected, Holly freaked out at your state and Jotaro received a earful from Joseph who told him to never let a young girl walk all by herself, let alone his little sister and especially with all the trouble he gets into.

The next day, you stayed home to rest for the day, making you feel much better. Thankfully you had no major injuries and the Speedwagon foundation doctors knew about Stand inflicted wounds.

You had interesting chats with the guest Abdul and Joseph spoiled you all day like you were his baby which, to be fair, you were in his eyes.

In the mean time, Jotaro had met with Kakyoin and had an inevitable fight. Unfortunately, what Kakyoin had going on was much deeper than just wanted to bully Jotaro. When Jotaro came back home, he brought Kakyoin's unconscious body and you learned about what happened to him, about Dio, the fleshbud, and why he aimed at killing Jotaro.

Knowing what had transpired and with you doing much better, you decided to go check on the boy. You felt it was important to start allover with him.

You knocked gently on the guest room's door and slid it open, revealing Kakyoin in his injured state. Your brother truly did not hold back, you thought.

"Hello Kakyoin…" You greeted a bit shyly as you walked through the door. The red head looked at you with wide eyes as he recognized you.

"Y-...you're the girl I attacked yesterday?" You nodded and he sighed sadly. "I'm deeply sorry for what I did… That was.... Despicable of me..."

"Don't worry," You approached him and knelt down at his side. "My grandfather explained what happened to you. I'm not mad. You weren't yourself."

Kakyoin then glanced at your bruised neck and looked away in shame.

"I can't believe I harmed a girl… in such a low, awful way…" You chuckled lightly at his exaggerated worry.

"Hey, I'm fine! Look, you're in an even worse state than I am. Stop fretting and let us take care of you, okay?" You gently smiled at him.

He looked at you with a soft gaze. He bit his lip and blinked back the tears that prickled in his eyes. Were all members of this family pure redempting angels of sympathy and goodness?

"Thank you, Kujo, you're very kind..."

"Just call me Y/N." You smiled as you leaned in to move out some hairs that were stuck to his frontal bandage.

"Y/N…" He softly repeated, a blush rising to his face. Even your name was beautiful, he thought to himself, never daring to say it out loud.

His heart fluttered in his chest at your feathery touch and he felt suddenly much shier. He wanted to hold that soft hand in his own, but before he could even do anything, Holly called your name from afar.

"Y/N! Can you please come here for a second?"

"I'm coming!" You replied before looking back at the boy. "Sorry, I have to go. I'll let you rest until dinner is ready."

Kakyoin nodded and laid back down on the mattress. He let out a soft 'oh' of surprise when you gripped the blanket and tucked him in sweetly before getting up and leaving, sliding the door close behind you.

He sighed, unable to fight his little goofy grin.

"Damn it… I'm falling in love…"

Old writing again. I'm really just putting the dusty stuff I should have posted a year ago. I apologize for the poor litterature.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jojo #jojo no kimyou na bouken #writing #x reader #reader insert #reader is a kujo #kujo reader #reader is Jotaro's sister #kakyoin x reader #kakyoin noriaki #kakyoin #kakyoin noriaki x reader #part 3 #jojo part 3 #stardust crusaders

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shoichee · 4 years ago

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okok hc or fic: reader was teiko’s “head” manager(?) and her talent was being a medic (if someone gets injured they’re back on the court in under a minute type thing) and training plans. suddenly momoi’s talent blooms, she starts working w/ everyone in the team (+ reader’s crush akashi) and people think she’s a better manager than reader. because of this, she overworks + collapses in front of her best friends kuroko + kise (don’t let akashi know yet i have plans for that 👀)

HELLO? YES OFFICER? I JUST FOUND A BANGER REQUEST RIGHT HERE? YOUR BRAIN IS SO BIG AND SEXY IVE BEEN DYING TO WRITE THIS🏃🏻‍♀️💨 part 2 here and part 3 here AND update: part 4 here

Akashi x Reader

[Teiko!manager Headcanons]

you had a knack of being a natural chiropractor in loosening up tense muscles instantly (for more fluid play) or easily putting in back dislocated joints

basically you have crackhands

in your free time as a hobby and a job as the “head manager” (that Akashi announced to the team himself), you’d often bury yourself in anatomy studies and gym plans on the internet and databases to review over Akashi’s team training routines to see if they were effective and safe; oftentimes, you’d return back with improved plans, and as time went on, Akashi entrusted you with creating the plans yourself completely

you took on the job so eagerly to impress the Teiko captain, if you were being honest to yourself

your enthusiasm even inspires Momoi, Teiko’s other manager, to work harder

no one in Teiko knows physiology better than you, and as expected, it was also your best subject along with health

Kise often looks at you in horror and respect at how you don’t cringe/flinch at the loud cracks resonating across the room or court when players come to you for instant relief (the origin story of how he came to call you (y/n)-cchi was the very fact that you manage to put back his dislocated shoulder in 3 seconds flat one game)

when Kuroko first joined the 1st-string, he was a walking magnet for injuries, and you ended up being there for him every single time… nosebleeds? check. sprained ankle? check. nausea from over exhaustion? check.

both you and Kuroko relish in the fact that everyone in the team can never understand how the both of you do some incredible things with your hands

both of you being quite dexterous, you both often teach each other your specialties for fun; it’s almost shocking to see Kuroko effortlessly loosening up a stress knot and you pulling off a well-done palm pass

you admit, you do juggle a lot of responsibilities… from being a makeshift nurse, to a chiropractor, to a budget gym coach, and even to being moral support

Momoi often reminds you to take breaks being the caring person that she is

you often showed her the ropes and tricks of being a manager, on top of your duties, and you find it really endearing that she’s so earnest in learning from you

even if you enjoyed doing what you do, part of the massive workload is to try to get into Akashi’s good graces

talking to him about basketball duties is easier to achieve than talking to him outside of the extracurricular

you might be a tad bit insecure about it; after all, what middle schooler is already so accomplished in academics, sports, and everything you could think of? wasn’t he also studying to take over his father’s company??

to you, who only starred as Teiko’s humble manager, it felt hard trying to establish common ground for conversation outside of basketball

so you stuck to working hard at your position, hoping that your work ethic would get his attention one day; you were a firm believer of actions over words, so you hoped your actions would come off as genuine

picture you and Momoi running across campus with stacks of papers for the team… it makes most of the teammates’ hearts melt at the sight

your work certainly got you praises from other teammates, but out of all players, Kise was the one who figured out your motive

you felt absolutely morbid; to think that Kise, of all people, would figure you out like the back of his hand

Kise being sweet as he is, offers to help you get with the captain but you merely prompted to threaten to break his arm if he spilled your crush to anyone else

“(y/n)-cchi… I’ve been thinking.”

“Yes, Kise?”

“It’s really cool that you’re working so tirelessly for the team, but I can’t help but wonder if there’s a reason why you work so hard.”

“O-Of course I do! I want to see you guys all succeed!”

“Then I’m curious as to why you always look at Akashicchi—o-ow, ow, ow!! (y/n)-cchi, I’m sorry! So can you please let go of my—ow!”

“H-How did you know?!”

“I-It was as obvious as day, (y/n)-cchi! I’m pretty sure even Kurokocchi found out about this before I did!”

“N-No way!!”

“Tell you what, I’m super duper knowledgeable in this stuff! You can count on me for this sort of advice—OW!”

spoiler alert: Kise was right in that Kuroko definitely noticed your attraction to Akashi before anyone else… he just never brought it up to you

one day, Kuroko comes up to you to whisper:

“(y/n)-san, have you realized that Akashi-kun has been observing you recently during practice?”

“W-Wait! Is he looking over here right now?”

“Not that I think. He’s occupied with the coach right now.”

“D-Do you think this is a good sign?”

Kuroko gives you a small smile before he replies, “I would like to think so. Keep working hard, (y/n)-san.”

and you do, you’re constantly on top of your game for the next season until Momoi suddenly gets more recognition for her “precognitive defense” skills

her newfound talent was extraordinary and never-before-seen, and her ability became more critical to Teiko’s victories than your own skills

you were happy and proud for her, because after all, her achievements were extremely deserving to be praised

it’s only when some 1st-string players started making offhand comments about how you weren’t really needed in the 1st-string and was more suited to the lower strings that placed seeds of doubt into you

these people would often compare you to Momoi in how she improved much more despite you being in the team for longer

there’s also talk about how your skills are more useful for 2nd-string and 3rd-string players because Momoi’s ability is already sufficient enough for Teiko’s starters

after all, how would a player even be injured if they can predict their opponents’ moves to avoid such incidents?

there’s also the fact that Akashi has been calling Momoi more frequently to research on upcoming teams for analytical data because her talent has become very useful to ensuring victory

the same peers and adults who gave you praise were the same people who began to ignore you or dismiss you; that being said, the collective change in attitude is definitely subtle enough that it would fly under most people’s radars

Kuroko was the first to notice and defend you against a small group of players who were bold enough to badmouth you in the gym

Kise would find out a little later about the somewhat unpleasant gossip about you and would pull the “no you” reverse card, returning back with MEANER underhanded comments that would send these shit talkers CRYING HOME (manga Kise strikes here unexpectedly eh?)

Murasakibara is someone who would be slightly uncomfortable with the gossip about you, especially since you’ve always been so helpful and kind to the team and himself; he’d either leave the room himself or easily scare them away with his looming height and presence without saying a single word when he enters the room “minding his own business”

Midorima is a bystander judging from how he’s reacted to the Teiko dynamic changes in the actual show // he, of course, wouldn’t like the nasty talk about you but would actually mind his own business, choosing to focus on himself and what he has to do to contribute to his team; he assumes that you would work hard the same way he is and let your contributions do the talking

now Akashi surprisingly wouldn’t hear much of the gossip, since his presence alone SHUTS them up and commit to their practices like normal; after all, it’s very clear that Akashi doesn’t tolerate this type of behavior in the team (example: Haizaki), and it’s more apparent that he wouldn’t hesitate to drop kick them out especially since he has a soft spot for you (which Kise never fails to bring this up to you, but you think he’s reaching too much into it) // TLDR; the teammates mostly have the common sense to not utter anything bad about you… maybe one kid would slip out and get punished for “bad sportsmanship,” but Akashi merely assumes that it’s just one bad apple and not necessarily… the many others as well

Aomine???? bro he ain’t even at practice wdym (HELPPP LMAOO) // jokes aside, if he catches wind of players shit-talking outside of the gym… say at the convenience store or when he’s walking home or something, well… they wouldn’t have a good time…

Momoi simply chastises the gossipers when they try to talk shit on you to make Momoi herself look good, and it leaves? such? a? horrible? taste? like, she wants to believe that they’re just really poor jokes and not what they really believe in, and the teammates merely reassure her that they’re just bad jokes and that they “wouldn’t do it again;” poor Momoi wholeheartedly believes them

the weird talks about Momoi being “the better manager” just signalled to you that you haven’t contributed enough to the team yet, and it motivated you to work even harder

oddly, you weren’t jealous of the fact that Momoi was receiving more positive attention than you

you were more afraid of the fact that you were going to get left behind, and this fear only tightened its hold on you when more teammates (who used to talk to you a lot) have changed their tunes when they speak with you now, compared to them talking to Momoi

and you felt that the Generation of Miracles would do the same too… including Akashi

it wasn’t an irrational fear for you because he’s already been calling Momoi a lot more frequently for help than you recently

so you even offered to mop the gym floors after practice, offered to stay later than usual to be the one to lock up the gym for anyone (cough, Kuroko) who wanted to practice whenever they wanted

at one point, you even tried to do what Momoi does: researching on upcoming teams and making your own predictions (that didn’t really work, and that cost you a few nights’ worth of sleep every single time)

not to mention that you still had regular school like any other student? you were the epitome of a mess

Kuroko was with you in the empty gym, you putting away the extra basketballs in the storage closet while he practiced his dribbling, until he heard a crash in there and a few basketballs rolled out the door

you collapsed right when you rolled in the basketball cart

POOR KUROKO HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO // he just tries to give you a piggyback ride as he abandons his plans of practice and tries to jog to the nearest local clinic

that’s where he bumped into Kise, who was heading home after an evening shoot when he saw the two of you

chaos ensue as Kise freaks out and Kuroko had to calm him down himself after answering the never-ending questions

at least the doctor there gave relieving news that you only collapsed from over-exhaustion and that the bruises from the fall were very faint

Kise makes a joke to Kuroko about, “What’s with you and (y/n)-cchi falling to the floor and fainting? You guys can’t be that alike.”

when you shortly regain consciousness, you were met with a… very stern Kuroko and Kise, who were both ready to hear your explanation and to scold you to oblivion

to your surprise, they were understanding; Kuroko understands the feeling of not being enough and working hard to meet other people’s expectations, and Kise understands the struggle of juggling multiple things in his schedule (come on, student, athlete, and model?)

they still scolded your ears off:

“(y/n)-san, you idiot. Why didn’t you ask anyone to help out?”

“That’s…”

“(y/n)-cchi, do you think we’re undependable?!”

“Er, no, that’s…”

you were still dizzy from the fall and the lack of proper sleep (and maybe nutrition if we’re being honest), and you were just a ball of stress

you kind of begged your best friends not to tell a SOUL to anyone about this incident, especially to Akashi… you didn’t want to look even more incapable in his eyes than you already were

they do agree on one condition: for you to take AT LEAST a day or two off school to completely recover and rest up (you reluctantly agree; besides how were you going to explain the bruises that can’t be covered to your peers?)

HELP WHY ARE KISE AND KUROKO THE BEST LIARS TOGETHER ON CAMPUS LITERALLY NO ONE SUSPECTS A THING… except Akashi, the ever sharp captain, felt something was amiss

especially since some Teiko players emanated a feeling of relief at the news of you not being here that day, or the next

Akashi would play detective sleuth and find out what’s really going on sooner or later

End Note: gonna cut this off here b/c I KNOW this anon got a juicy part two i FEEL IT

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tsumusamu · 4 years ago

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nice receive [miya atsumu x fem!reader]

genre: fluff and (once again, a sad attempt at) humor

word count: 3.8k

summary: eight months into your relationship, atsumu takes you to meet his family. things don't go as planned, but of course, everything ends up alright in the end anyway. alternatively, miya atsumu adores you and his family thinks it's easy to see why.

warnings: uhhh implied sexual content at the end but it is like barely there ok

commission for @ muppetz (it wont let me tag for some reason ugh) thank you so much for commissioning me!

a/n: this ended up being way longer than the word count requested but that’s no one’s fault but my own because i dont know when to shut the FUCK up anyways i hope this one shot is enjoyable lol

content under the cut!

You literally never thought that you would ever end up in this situation.

"C'mon babe, why the long face? Ya nervous or somethin'?"

"No." You purse your lips, huffily averting your gaze from your boyfriend's smirking face.

"Ya don't needa be like that." Atsumu drapes an arm across your shoulder, pecking your forehead as a sort of reassurance. "No one could ever hate this cute face, after all." He accentuates his words by squishing your cheeks, drawing out a yelp of protest from you.

"If you keep talking like this, you're gonna jinx it, you know." Your words come out softer and more hesitant than intended, and you startled even yourself at how utterly anxious you sound.

"Yer gonna be fine. Trust me, I wouldn’t take just any random girl to meet my folks, and they’re well aware of that." Atsumu ruffles your hair.

"I just... I hope they're not..." You pause for a moment, trying to find the right word. "...Disappointed?" You grimace when your boyfriend suddenly throws his head back in such voracious laughter, that you swear you saw a few hysterical tears.

"Are ya jokin'?" he all but wheezes. "Yer the libero for the national volleyball team, for God's sake. If anythin', I'd be the disappointment here."

"'Tsumu — " you start, but he interrupts you by pulling you in for a comforting hug.

"Don't worry yer pretty head anymore, got it?" he murmurs into your ear. "Yer wonderful, and I couldn't be luckier to have ya. My parents are gonna love ya. Honest."

A small smile tugs at your lips as you reach around his back to hug him back. "I hope so."

A year ago, if someone had told you that you would end up having Miya Atsumu introduce you to his family as his girlfriend, you would've laughed until your ass fell off and your stomach ached like no tomorrow.

You had been absolutely overjoyed when you were chosen for the women's national volleyball team, and you were so eager to start playing with your new teammates that you had decided to attend the national team's training camp without hesitation despite your recent knee injury at the time. However, you completely overlooked the fact that you would be working with the men's team as well, which would've been completely fine... if not for Miya Atsumu.

When you first met Atsumu, he was the cocky, annoying little shit of a setter for the Japanese men's national volleyball team, someone who you were stuck training with for the next two weeks.

You still remember the first words he ever spoke to you.

"The hell are ya doin' there, lil libero? If yer not gonna be able to save the easiest ones, then ya might as well sub out."

You also remember the first thought you had about him.

'Prick.'

And the first words you spoke to him.

"Can't you look at this — " You had gestured angrily to the knee brace supporting you. "And take a fucking hint, or what?"

He had sent some unapologetic, biting words right back at you and that marked the beginning of the time you have had the utmost pleasure of knowing Miya Atsumu. The two of you had bickered rather relentlessly (not too unlike literal children, despite the both of you being well into your twenties) throughout the rest of the camp, and by the end, for some unknown reason through some unknown method, he ended up with your number.

He started texting you constantly, and as much as you tried to convince your foolish self that he was just a nuisance, you found yourself responding to his messages like an idiot anyway. Throughout the next few months, you learned that Atsumu was far more than just his overly confident demeanor; he's genuinely kind-hearted, down-to-earth, and actually kinda hilarious. And eventually — neither of you quite knew how — the two of you were staring across a table at each other in a fancy restaurant as if daring the other to blink and lose an unspoken game, on a first date that neither of you thought would go as well as it did.

A little over eight months into your happy and committed relationship, Atsumu suggested that the two of you go to his hometown in Hyogo for a weekend to visit his family. You had immediately agreed with his idea, excited to meet his parents and twin brother in person, but now that he's leading you out of your shared hotel room to go do just that, your stomach's knotting uncomfortably.

Atsumu's been nothing but supportive and comforting ever since you started showing that you're nervous to meet his family. He was always happy to provide a never-ending flow of cheesy words and warm hugs, but you're genuinely afraid of embarrassing yourself. You want to impress his family and not have them see you as undeserving of their son, who you truly care for from the bottom of your heart. Atsumu is your first long-term boyfriend, and you would jump off your roof if you managed to mess anything up during the visit to his folks.

The taxi ride to Atsumu's childhood home doesn't do much to soothe your nerves either, with you fiddling with your fingers the entire way through while Atsumu makes small talk with the driver. As the cab pulls up to the address that your boyfriend had provided earlier, you instinctively clench your fists so hard that you think you might bleed.

A look of alarm crosses Atsumu's face as he notices that you're still just as anxious as you were when you left the hotel earlier. He thought that the ride to his parents' house would give you some time to cool down, but that had clearly not been the case. His eyebrows furrow in concern as he reaches over to grab one of your hands in his, giving you a comforting squeeze.

"Just breathe, darlin'." He runs his thumb over the shallow nail marks embedded in your skin. "If it means anything to ya, my mom's a huge fan of yers. For real. I didn't tell ya this before, but she's especially excited to meet ya. Keeps yappin' to me askin' how I pulled ya." You flush.

"R-Really?" you stammer, wide-eyed.

"Really. Who wouldn't be a fan yers?" Atsumu grins, pecking your nose. "See, ya got nothin' to be worried about. Just chill out and be yerself, 'kay?" You nod, some of the tension releasing from your shoulders as Atsumu leads you out of the cab, hand still clutching yours.

You're feeling a little better now, though your thoughts are still running through your head at the pace of a mile a minute as you watch Atsumu pay the taxi driver and thank him for the ride. Atsumu's mother is my fan? Your ears start to heat up. I hope I can somehow live up to her expectations of me…

“Ma! We’re here!” Atsumu shouts at the top of lungs approximately one second after simultaneously ringing the doorbell and obnoxiously pounding on the door.

“Comin’, comin’, ya brat!” A feminine, yet strong voice hollers in return. You freeze on the spot, your mind going blank once again. It’s happening. It’s finally happening.

The door aggressively swings open, revealing a middle-aged woman wearing a pink apron and carrying a wooden spatula in her hand. Her dark hair is pulled into a bun away from her face and her eyes, the same chocolate brown as Atsumu’s, are gleaming with annoyance. She briefly glares at Atsumu for his rowdy entrance before her gaze catches onto you, and her entire face lights up with excitement.

“(L/N) (Y/N)! It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

“M-Mrs. Miya,” you stammer out, trying your best to smile but you’re sure it looked more like a wince. “It’s good to m-meet you t-too.”

"Aw, hey now. What happened to my feisty girl? It's not like ya to be so lame.” Atsumu lays his forearm on your head, effectively using you as an armrest. You jerk away, scowling.

“Shut the hell up, asshat,” you snap without thinking. About half a second later, regret slams into your body like a truck. Oh, shit. I just called my boyfriend an asshat in front of his mother. You were about to run off into the streets in utter embarrassment if not for Mrs. Miya letting out a hearty laugh way too similar to her son’s and linking arms with you.

“No need to look so scared, dear. I don’t bite. And it’s good to see that yer willin’ to put this brat in his place.”

“Ma!” Atsumu whines, pouting petulantly.

“Yer really losin’ out with him though, y’know,” Mrs. Miya whispers to you as she leads you into the house by your arm. “I’ve got another son; Atsumu’s twin. Osamu’s quite well-behaved. If yer just likin’ the looks, he would be the better option.” You can tell she’s joking by the merry twinkle in her eyes, but instead of humoring her you end up shaking your head with a quiet chuckle.

“I think Atsumu’s perfectly good for me.” The two of you pause to watch Atsumu practically sprint into the kitchen, and a few moments later there’s an agitated yell as proof that he was on his way to annoy his brother. You smile. “He makes me really happy, Mrs. Miya. You raised him well.”

“Aren’t ya just the sweetest thing?” Mrs. Miya coos at you, pinching your left cheek. “And so pretty too. I swear ya could probably clobber my brat at volleyball as well. You and yer teammate… ah, Miss Amanai? The two of you always caught my eye while I watched yer matches. Make sure ya let her know.”

You blush a little and thank her, making a mental note to tell Kanoka that. She’d probably find it extremely amusing, especially since she was the one who had given Atsumu your number in the first place (which, as you had found out months later, was because he had practically groveled at her feet multiple times. Dumbass.)

“Come meet my husband, (Y/N).” Mrs. Miya leads you into the living room, where an older, balding man with rimmed glasses is quietly flipping through a book. He gives a start upon hearing your entrance, clearing his throat and sitting up straight.

“Ah, hello!” Mr. Miya greets you. “I’ve heard a lot about you! From both Atsumu and the missus.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Miya.” You nod once in a respectful manner.

“It’s about time that he settled down with a nice girl. Make sure ya keep him in line though, got it, missy?”

“Of course I w — “ you start, but Mrs. Miya is already dragging you towards the kitchen. You smile apologetically at Mr. Miya, and he just laughs and waves.

“Osamu’s makin’ dinner right now. He is such a hardworkin’ and dedicated boy. Both of them are, really,” she rambles. “But Osamu sure can cook a mean meal. He and his twin always used to fight over who’s the better cook. But I betcha Atsumu hasn’t touched the stove since he left for university years ago.”

You debate telling her that Atsumu had made quite a decent meal for the two of you just last week to celebrate your eight-month anniversary (which you hadn’t even known he remembered), but before you can formulate the right words in your head you’re suddenly shoved in the path of an unfamiliar man. Well, not really unfamiliar. He has the same face as the boyfriend who you see every day, after all.

Miya Osamu is (as expected) the literal carbon copy of Atsumu; same strong eyebrows, same hooded eyes, same angular jawline. The only thing that easily sets them apart is his black, ruffled mess of hair in stark contrast with your boyfriend’s bleached blonde.

Mrs. Miya pulls Atsumu away from the two of you, demanding that he help her with some mundane task, leaving you and Osamu by yourselves in the kitchen.

An easy smile graces his lips as he sticks out his hand. “Hey, I’m Osamu. Honored to finally meet the famous (L/N) (Y/N).” You smile back, gripping his hand firmly and shaking.

“And I’m honored to meet the famous ‘Samu.” At your words, Osamu bursts out laughing.

“Man, I don’t really let a lot of people call me that, y’know? But if yer gonna be part of the family, you could be an exception.”

“F-Family?” You pause, your sudden confidence dissipating as fast as it had come.

“Naw, no pressure. Just sayin’.” Osamu casually continues with his task of shaping onigiri. “I can tell he really likes ya.” You raise your eyebrows in curiosity without entirely meaning to. “I mean, we’re twins, it’s like a sixth sense. And also he never shuts up about ya when we text or call.”

“I hope you’re hearing all good things?” you quip jokingly.

“Oh, for sure. If I didn’t know who you were I’d think that he’s talkin’ about the reincarnation of a goddess with the way he talks.”

“Seriously?” You snort, and Osamu just laughs.

“So I’d like to ask ya the favor of continuin’ to take care of him. Guy’s just a huge ass baby. I can obviously see that yer good for him, though. He wouldn’t have stayed for so long if he wasn’t serious.”

The two of you briefly glance at Atsumu helping his mother set the table. They’re currently debating over whether Atsumu should go back to his natural hair color and “Stop makin’ yer hair look like fuckin’ straw!”

“He is a huge ass baby,” you start seriously, causing Osamu to smirk. “But he’s an honest and good person, so I’m not too bothered. I’ll take care of him, promise.”

“Thanks.” Osamu sighs, glancing rather fondly in his brother’s direction. “He’s an asshole, but at least he’s a redeemable asshole. I’m glad he’s finally got someone around to take care of him. Makes us all feel a little more relieved since he’s away from home.”

You suddenly feel warm inside.

Atsumu had been right; you truly didn’t have anything to be afraid of. The Miyas have been nothing but kind and welcoming so far, and they even seem to already have a positive opinion of you.

“Can ya help me carry these to the table?” Osamu holds out a plate of freshly-made onigiri.

“Ah, sure!” you accept hurriedly, taking the plate from him with careful hands. You take slow, calculated steps towards the dining room; the last thing you want is to accidentally drop any of the food.

Atsumu and his parents are already waiting in the dining room, and they all look up at you expectantly as you approach them with the onigiri plate in hand.

“Why, thank you, dear!” Mrs. Miya chirps. “Helpin’ Osamu out! How sweet of ya — “

She’s cut off as disaster strikes.

You trip on your last step to the table, causing a single onigiri to tumble off the plate and towards the floor. Your mouth drops open wide as you practically slam the plate down on the table and in practical slow-motion, watch the onigiri plummet down, down, down —

Then you dive.

You dive towards the floor, in the same manner as you do when you’re digging for a volleyball.

And you catch the rice ball in one hand, laying flat on your stomach. You have a moment of mental celebration; yes, you caught the onigiri! Then you realize that you look like a fucking idiot as you lay face down with one hand extended and clutching a rice ball like it’s your lifeline.

There’s a few seconds of agonizing silence.

You want the earth to swallow you whole.

There’s no way that you could ever show your face in front of Atsumu’s family or even Atsumu himself now; God you’ve never been more embarrassed in your life, and over an onigiri too —

“Nice receive!” Atsumu suddenly bellows, clapping his hands boisterously. “(L/N) does it again!”

His brother, who’s standing a few feet behind you with a platter of chicken skewers, pumps his free fist into the air and joins in with a “Hell yeah!”

Mr. Miya starts laughing the same loud Miya laugh that you’ve heard way too many times today, and his sons soon follow suit. Shame is still flooding your body, but now you’re realizing just how ridiculous the whole situation is and you resist the urge to smile at your own stupidity. As soon as Mrs. Miya recovers from her initial surprise, she comes to help you up, and you can tell that she’s doing her best not to laugh as well.

“Are ya okay, dear?” she briefly inspects you for any sign of injury.

“All good here, Mrs. Miya.” You smile, genuinely and comfortably, as Atsumu comes behind you to wrap his arms around you and peck your cheek, still chuckling with a small note of pride. “All good.”

“See?” Atsumu’s smug as hell as the two of you enter the hotel elevator on your way up to your room. Osamu had dropped you off so there would be no need for another cab. “I told ya that they’d fuckin’ love ya.”

“Why’re you rubbing in something like this?” You scoff, dodging when he tries to pull you into a crushing hug.

“Because I was right.” He smirks. You roll your eyes to heaven.

“Well, you can’t blame me for being nervous! I still can’t believe that none of them got upset at me for diving for a rice ball at the dinner table.” You groan, hiding your face in your hands.

“Nah, why the hell would they? It was cool. Yer cool, Miss National Team Libero.” He laughs, reaching for you again and this time you let him bring you close to him. “Besides, like I said before, who could ever resist yer pretty lil face?”

“You’re a hopeless asshole.” You sigh, and Atsumu of course just chuckles, his laughter vibrating against your ear as you press yourself into his chest.

“I’m yer hopeless asshole.” He pecks the top of your head. “C’mon, babe. It’s our floor.”

You hadn’t realized how tired you are until the two of you enter your hotel room and you see the large, inviting bed. You practically jump onto it, burying your face into a pillow. “Goodnight…” you mumble sleepily.

“Ya gotta go shower and brush yer teeth first, idiot.” A pillow smacks you in the side of the head, and you leap up with a cry of surprise. “Damn, don’t be so loud, sweetheart. It’s late, y’know. Don’t wanna get a noise complaint like last night.” You turn bright red at the reminder.

“Shut u-up,” you retort. “I told you that we shouldn’t have tried to do it on the balcony.”

“It was fun, though, y’know! An experience. And ya sounded like you were enjoyin’ it, anyway.” He chucks another pillow at you, and you yelp as it nails you in the face. “Now get yer cute ass over here, we’re gonna shower.”

“You can’t make me.” You stubbornly lay back down and close your eyes, and you had peace for all but ten seconds before Atsumu’s plucking you off the bed and settling you into his arms bridal-style. Your eyes shoot open in shock and you flail desperately. “Put me down!”

“No can do. I’m not sleepin’ next to yer stinky self tonight, darlin’.” Atsumu laughs as you scowl.

“The floor’s always open for you,” you snap.

“Aw, yer no fun.” He steals a kiss from you in the blink of an eye; the only evidence of there being contact at all is a tingling feeling on your lips. You feel your heart melt just a little more.

“Fine. After we shower, we go straight to bed. Got it?”

“ And brush our teeth. Yer mornin’ breath is bad enough.” He lets out quite an unpleasant squawk when you smack him lightly in the shoulder. “Alright, sorry, sorry.”

“Is this just your excuse to see me naked?” you tease him as he sets you down on the bathroom counter before immediately removing his shirt to reveal his muscled torso. He grins wolfishly at you and shrugs.

“And if it is?” Atsumu’s eyes are zeroed in on the small hickey he had left right below your collarbone last night, which is now visible thanks to the way your shirt had rumpled after he had practically manhandled you into the bathroom.

“Well, I won’t complain.” You follow his gaze down to your neck, before glancing back up to meet his eyes and raise an eyebrow at him. “If you’re going to make it worth my time.”

About an hour later, the two of you are lying in bed together, effectively tuckered out and finally ready to sleep. Atsumu’s strong arms are wrapped tightly around you like a protective cocoon as you snuggle your face against his chest. The slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat rocks you towards dreamland, and all the worries from the past day are slipping away.

“Hey, ‘Tsumu,” you mumble against his chest. He grunts tiredly.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

There’s a small silence.

“...Thanks,” you finally say after a beat.

“Huh? For what?” he quips.

“For being patient with me today, even though I was so nervous. And for taking me to meet your family.” You crane your head to look up at him, contentment adorning your features. “I had a good time. I hope they don’t hate the idea of me coming around again sometime.”

Atsumu smiles that familiar smile, the smile filled with affection that others rarely get to see. His eyes are almost half-mooned with joy, his lips are curved up in genuine adoration, and his cheeks are flushed with color. You saw this smile for the first time when he set an incredibly low ball at training camp, earning the awe of everyone in the room, including yourself. Never did you think that you would ever have this expression of pure love aimed at you, nor did you think it would fill you with so much happiness every time you had the blessing of seeing it. He says nothing for a while, suddenly resorting to trailing kisses all over your face. You let him, closing your eyes peacefully as he showers you with his love, ending with one final peck to your nose.

“I'm sure they'd like to have you around again.”

And if Atsumu continues playing his cards right, he thinks there might be a possibility that in the next five or so years, you could truly become part of the family with a glittering ring on your finger.

Only time will tell if that possibility will ever come to fruition, but as you tilt your head up to give him one last kiss on the lips and whisper those three words to him, he knows for sure that he wants to continue building towards that future with you.

“I love you too.” He lets his eyes fall shut as well, before resting his chin atop your head and savoring the warmth of your body against his.

Only time will tell.

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libraryofloveletters · 4 years ago

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December 24th

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same” - Emily Brontë

Derek Morgan x Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, Friends to lovers, slow burn (like really slow),mentions of death, injuries, and abusive relationships, cm level of violence, kissing.

Category: Fluff with some angst

Word Count: 5k

Author’s Note: just felt like writing something for Derek :) It’s in order of your relationship with Derek, it’s kinda similar to lovestory that I wrote for Luke. Special thank you to @genevievedarcygrangerwriting and @iconicc for their help with this :)

*For full dramatic effect, play Wonder by Shawn Mendes while reading*

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This was a different type of love

Much different than what he had with Penelope or Spencer or anyone else. This was more than a surface attraction, this was a connection on a much deeper level, something you couldn’t explain but you knew you needed. You had always felt like a piece of you was missing until you met him.

April 16th, 2007

It was your first day at the BAU.

To say you were nervous was an understatement, you were terrified. You had only met Aaron Hotchner, your unit chief during your interview. You had yet to meet the rest of the team.

You were greeted by a tiny blonde woman by the elevator, who introduced herself as Jennifer. She walked you to the briefing room, she explained to you that you had a case and that someone would take you home to get some clothes quickly. Aaron introduced you to the team very quickly, first was David Rossi, who had very father like qualities,

Jennifer Jareau, whom you had met by the elevator and was their media liaison

Emily Prentiss, who radiated badass energy,

Dr. Spencer Reid, who seemed very baby like but was incredibly smart,

Penelope Garcia, their technical analyst and who didn't hesitate to welcome you onto the team,

Finally, Derek Morgan, the embodiment of the perfect man.

Aaron told Derek to take you home to get your stuff and to meet them at the jet. On the drive to your place, Derek made small talk, asking you about your previous jobs, why you decided to join the bureau.

“It was a spur of the moment thing actually, I came across the application and figured why not? Because what’s the worst that happens y’know?” you chuckled, Derek flashing you a smile before pulling into your driveway.

“You live here by yourself ? Aren’t you only 26?” he looked at you and then back at your house. That was a typical reaction, it was a huge house with a huge property attached to it, it was on the outskirts of the city. “It’s a family house, it was passed down to me after my parents’ passed” you told him and changed the topic before he could ask questions about your parents. “Would you like to come in while I get my stuff? I might be a few minutes. The least I could do is offer you something to drink while you wait?” He nodded, getting out while you did.

You stepped and headed towards the stairs, “help yourself to anything in the kitchen, it’s straight down the hall” you smiled at him.

“Okay” he smiled, watching you make your way up the stairs.

December 24th, 2010

The white lights burned your eyes as you opened them, squinting to slowly readjust your eyes to the brightness. You looked around, trying to remember what happened.

The last thing you remember was Spencer and Derek over you. Spencer’s hand on your stomach and Derek holding your hand while shouting for a medic. Something about holding on were the last words you heard before waking up in the hospital.

Derek was curled up on the chair in your room. He looked out of place on the chair, it was too tiny for him. “Der..” you said, barely above a whisper. Your throat was dry and you were too tired to talk but you needed to know what happened. There was an empty water bottle beside your bed, you stretched your arm out and pushed the bottle off of the table. It hit the floor, the noise startled Derek and he sat up in his chair.

He took a look around to see you looking at him, “Hey mama, how are you feeling ?” he pulled the chair closer to your bed, sitting himself back down. His hand rested on yours, his thumb rubbing over the top of your hand.

“What happened?” you asked, leaning back onto the pillow. He let out a sigh before speaking. “Spencer, you and I went to the house, the unsub’s house. Pretty boy and I went through the front and you headed to the back to check the yard. We were upstairs when we heard the gunshot, we ran out to see you on the floor. There was a bullet in your side and the unsub was headed towards the front of the house” Derek looked up at you, unsure if he should continue.

“Did you get him?” you asked, he nodded. “Hotch and the team had just arrived when we heard the shot. Hotch caught him in the front” you let out a sigh. “I ran to the back, Spencer was trying to stop the bleeding but it wasn’t stopping” his voice wavered for a moment, you gave his hand a squeeze.

“It was touch and go when the medics arrived, Spencer did the best he could. We thought we were going to lose you, I thought I was going to lose you.” Derek wasn’t one to wear his heart on his sleeve, not in the field but here, in this hospital room with you, he did.

“You didn't think that you would be able to get rid of me so quickly, did you?” you gave him a small smile. You picked up your phone from the side table, it was Christmas Eve. “Derek, go home. You shouldn't spend your Christmas Eve stuck in a hospital” you looked over at him, he had made himself comfortable in his chair again.

“There's nowhere I'd rather be right now”

June 6th, 2011

Your case in Chicago had wrapped up. The flight was meant to be a day before but due to a sudden thunderstorm that came through, you were stuck there.

Derek’s mother was kind enough to have all of you over for dinner, even though you all insisted that she didn’t have too. After dinner, Aaron and Rossi headed back to the hotel first, thanking her for her hospitality before heading out. Emily and JJ made themselves comfortable with Derek’s sisters and a bottle of wine, sharing stories of past lovers and tragic high school romances. Derek’s mom had you and Spencer flipping through photo albums, telling you stories of all kinds of trouble Derek caused as a kid.

Emily, JJ, Spencer, Derek and yourself ended up spending the night there. Hotch and Rossi had picked up your bags from your rooms, because you all had packed prior to finding out about the delayed flight and suggested you just meet at the jet. It was around 6am when you found yourself hugging Derek’s mother goodbye. Derek waited back a few moments, his mom whispering something to him before letting him go.

The drive to the jet was silent. JJ and Emily were hungover from too much wine, Spencer was half asleep and you were still trying to wake up while Derek drove. “It was nice to meet your mom, she’s sweet” you whispered, Emily still groaned that you were too loud. “She likes you” Derek glanced over at you before turning his attention back to the road.

When you arrived to the jet, everyone made themselves comfortable for the journey home. Emily sprawled onto one of the two seaters while JJ made herself comfortable on the other, Hotch and Rossi were sitting across from each other with their coffee. Spencer stretched himself over the span of the couch, going back to sleep. You and Derek sat beside each other on the two seater that was left.

The flight back was quiet, the only sounds were Spencer turning over constantly on the couch, Emily snoring and Hotch’s pen scribbling away on his paper. Derek’s arm rested over your shoulder and your head was on his shoulder.

“What’s the date?” Hotch asked Rossi

“June 6th” he said

June 6th seemed so familiar to you, as if you were supposed to remember it. You sat there pondering about it for a few minutes before Derek’s voice broke through your thoughts.

“What’s on your mind?”

“I can't seem to place why June 6th is important” you mumbled before looking out the window

Derek hummed, not giving you an answer. You went over the events of your day to see if you could remember. Woke up to a call from Hotch, woke up everyone, said goodbye to Derek’s family, Derek’s lingering hug and whisper from his mom, the drive to the jet, Hotch asking the date.

Derek’s lingering hug and whisper from his mom.

June 6th.

It was his birthday.

You sat up and turned to him, he looked at you. “What’s wrong?” his brows furrowed, confused as to why you moved. You pulled him into a hug, “Happy birthday D” He chuckled, “thank you pretty lady”

You leaned into kiss his cheek but he had the same idea, resulting in your lips on his. He smiled against your lips, pulling you closer to him. Your hands found their way to his chest, resting there as you kissed him.

He pulled away, both of you breathless.

October 26th 2012

You walked to work in the rain.

You had woken up late, you didn't feel like going but you promised Spencer you would help him prank Derek for halloween. You had just ended your relationship, you couldn’t take it anymore. You were constantly fighting and he always said you picked your work over him, which you did but that was only because work was the only escape you had.

No one at work knew about your boyfriend, other than Hotch. He had walked into the stairwell to find you crying, you explained to him what had happened. You made him promise not to tell anyone, especially Derek. You knew how Derek was, he would have killed your boyfriend if he found out. Hotch didn’t know the full extent of your relationships, just the arguments and the sleepless nights. You often found yourself in his office, keeping him company while he worked just so you wouldn't have to go home.

You were soaking wet by the time you reached the BAU, you walked straight to Derek’s office. His back was to the door when you walked in, “just a sec” he mumbled when you pushed the door shut. He spun his chair, “hey ma- what happened?” there was a very noticeable frown on your face. He stood up and walked over, he went to give you a hug. Your first reaction was to take a step back and secondly, your body automatically flinched.

“hey, hey, baby... it’s just me. it’s okay. I won’t hurt you.” He stayed where he was, his face was unreadable. “y/n..” he called for you, you walked over. You practically fell into his arms, clinging onto him. His arms wrapped around you slowly, not wanting to startle you anymore than he already had.

“You know I would never touch you like that or hurt you, you know that right?” he kissed the top of your head, your face still buried in his chest. Something about Derek always brought comfort to you. Sometimes it’s his smile, sometimes it’s a hug and other times, it’s just him as a whole. “Do you want to talk about it ?” he asked you quietly, you shook your head. “Let me take you home to change” you shook your head again,

“I don’t want to go home”

“You can’t stay in wet clothes all day. Let me just take you home to get stuff and then we can go back to my place ?”

He led you to the car, you both sat in silence the whole drive. He knew you’d tell him what happened when you were ready, it didn’t make sense to push you. He pulled into the driveway, “can you come in with me?” you mumbled, he nodded. You weren't sure if your ex boyfriend was there to get his stuff, he knew you'd be at work right now so there was a chance that he had stopped by.

You pushed the door open, there was a broken vase on the floor, the water and flowers from the vase spread across the floor. A picture frame of you and your ex thrown on the floor, a dent on the wall from where he had thrown it.

Derek didn’t say anything, he followed you up the stairs to your bedroom. Your clothes were thrown all over your room, the drawers from your dresser were pulled out and a few were on the floor, a perfume bottle was shattered on the bathroom floor, the contents of the bottle spilling everywhere.

You sat on the bed, the tears started to fall. You tried to hold yourself together, you wasted so much of your life on him and you thought you were finally done. Derek sat beside you, letting you cry on his shoulder.

“Baby, talk to me.. please”

You told him everything, from the moment you realized you were in love to when you realized that this wasn't love, from when you told Hotch and how you would spend nights with him in his office so you wouldn’t have to go home. You told him how you ended things last night, and that the house was fine before you left for work.

Derek looked sad, not only for you but for himself too, why didn’t he realize what was happening sooner? If he did, he would have helped you.

“Okay, this is what we’re going to do mama. You’re going to pack a bag and you’re staying with me for a few days. I’m going to change all the locks and latches in this house and put in an alarm system. Don’t even bother about the mess, I'll clean it up, you just need to get out of here” he gave you a hug.

“I promise you that he’ll never hurt you again”

December 24th, 2012

The entire team had come over for Christmas Eve dinner at your place. After everything that happened with your ex, Derek made good on his promises. He changed everything and put in an alarm system for you. He helped you move on, he stuck by yourself when you felt alone and lost. You found yourself spending more and more time with him.

Rossi had come over and helped you cook. Penelope and Spencer spent the afternoon locked up in your guest bedroom wrapping gifts, one of them stepping out for a few hours to find more tape or wrapping paper. JJ and Will arrived with the boys, Hotch and Jack showing up a few minutes later. Emily arrived next with a bottle of wine for you, and Derek arrived last with a bunch of bags and gifts. Spencer helped him put all of them under the tree.

After dinner, Hotch and Rossi stayed at your dining room table with a bottle of scotch while you, JJ, Penelope and Emily were in the kitchen with a bottle of wine. You could hear Derek chasing Jack and Michael around the living room, Will and Spencer laughing as Henry showed them a magic trick. You glance over at them, Derek is spinning Jack around and Micheal is on the floor, laughing. You can’t help but smile.

“Close your mouth sweet cheeks, you’re going to drool all over yourself” Penelope whispers to you, nudging your shoulder with hers. You blush but blamed it on too much wine, “I have no clue what you’re talking about”

“Whatever you say sugar, but I can see the looks you give chocolate thunder and the ones he’s been giving you” she takes a sip of her wine before turning to walk to the living room. “Wait! what looks?” you ask and she shakes her head.

Penelope calls everyone into the living room, everyone has found a spot and made themselves comfortable. Jack, Henry, Michael and Spencer have all made themselves comfortable on the floor in front of the tree. Penelope helped you pass the gifts out to everyone.

Two hours and 8 rolls of gift paper later, everyone had collected their presents and said goodnight before leaving, Derek stayed back to help you tidy up. “You didn’t have to stay back, I know you probably have better things to do on Christmas Eve” you chuckled, pushing the gift paper into the trash. “Y/n, like I told you the last time, there’s nowhere I rather be on Christmas Eve”

You smiled at him, remembering that he was talking about the night he spent in the hospital with you. “Thank you though” he nodded.

“Do you want something to drink ? Coffee? Tea?”

“Tea sounds good” He sat on the kitchen stool by your counter.

You turned yourself away from him to put some water in the kettle. Derek was shifting around with something behind you, something heavy landed on the counter. Turning around, there was a book on the counter.

Pride and Prejudice

It wasn’t just any copy, it was the exact one that your grandfather had gotten you for your 17th birthday. It went missing after your breakup, you figured your ex took it but you weren't up for fighting with him over a book.

“Derek.. where’d you get this?” you looked down at the book, your fingers running over the front of it.

“Baby girl tracked down someone that knew someone else and I got it for you. I remember you were looking for it after the breakup”

You never expected Derek to remember something like that, it was just a passing thought as you cleaned up your place, you had forgotten about it yourself.

“Do you like it?” Derek’s voice broke through your thoughts. You rounded the counter and pulled him into a hug. “I love it, thank you”

“Merry Christmas y/n”

“Merry Christmas Derek”

January 13th, 2013

“Did she like her gift?” was the first thing Penelope asked Derek when he walked into her office. Hotch had given you guys 3 weeks off for the holidays and all of you were now returning to work. Penelope had a lot of time to ponder about her best friend and his crush.

“Yes she did, thank you for your help baby girl” he leaned down and kissed her cheek, she smiled at him. “Okay spill now” she spun her chair around to face Derek who was leaning against one of the tables.

“What is there to spill mama?” he chuckled

“Don’t play stupid with me Derek Morgan. You and y/n, you’ve been spending so much time with her” she told him

“Awh, are you jealous baby girl? you know you’re my one and only” he laughed

She shook her head, laughing. “As much as I like hearing that, seriously. What’s going on? I know you care about all of us but you wouldn't have gone out of your way for just a book if it was Emily or Rossi”

Maybe she was right, there were some underlying feelings that he hadn't told anyone about. “Baby, I think you like her” Penelope looked at him, he shook his head,

“No, I don’t”

“Yes, you do”

“No, I don’t”

“You do!”

“I don’t!”

“Derek!”

“Penelope!”

“You like her!”

“I like her! Oh shit.. I like her” his mouth hung open, his brows furrowed. She giggled, “told you so, momma’s always right baby boy” she tapped his leg with her foot.

He sat beside her on the chair. “What do I-” she cut him off.

“I’ll tell you what you’re going to do. You’re going to tell that wonderful lady that you like her and should you be so lucky that she likes you back, you take her out on a date, like none other before. You love her and treat her well or I will hurt you” She smiled sweetly at him.

“You understand me?” she asked him, he nodded before resting his head on her shoulder. Her hand came up to rest on his cheek, she kissed his forehead.

February 13th, 2013

“Y/n!” Derek shouted for you as you stepped off the elevator. “Hey!” you smiled at him. “What’s the plan for Valentine’s Day, pretty lady ?” you chuckled and shook your head.

“No plans Der, what about you ? A hot date?” you wiggled your eyebrows, making him laugh.

“I haven't quite figured out yet, I'll let you know” You smiled before walking up to Hotch’s office to drop off some papers while Derek headed to his desk.

It was a relatively quiet day at the office, mostly paperwork. It was around lunchtime that Derek worked up the courage to ask you on a date. “Coffee for the pretty lady” he set the mug on your desk, you smiled at him. “Thank you D” he nodded, leaning on your desk.

“Still no plans?” you asked him while taking a sip, he laughed.

“I came over here hoping that I could change my lack of plans” he looked at you, a smile on his face.

“Meaning?” you looked up at him

“Meaning, would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow?”

You coughed, nearly choking on your coffee. “You okay ?” he asked you, you nodded. “Yeah sorry, I'm fine but yes, I will go on a date with you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I've gotta go to the bathroom” He smiled and you smiled at him before walking out of the bullpen. You headed straight to Penelope’s office.

“Penny!” you squealed.

“y/n!” she squealed back, “what’s going on sugar?”

“Derek asked me on a date” you gave her a small smile

“What?!” She stood up, pulling you into a hug “Details! What are you gonna wear? Where are you guys going? Are you gonna do the nasty ? Wait, don’t answer that. Surprise me on that one.”

You laughed, “the red dress you got me for Christmas, no idea maybe dinner ? and I doubt we’ll be doing it”

February 14th, 2013

There was a knock on the front door as you walked down the stairs. “It’s open!” you shouted, Derek came into view shutting the door behind him. “You look.. wow” he had a bunch of red roses in his hand. You smiled, “thank you, you look wow too” he chuckled and handed the flowers to you,

“These are for you”

“Thank you, they're beautiful. Let me put them in a vase and we can go?”

He nodded and sat on your steps while you headed to the kitchen. You came back a few minutes later and the two of you headed out. Derek took you to a little restaurant in the city, it wasn’t in central D.C but still in the city. It was quiet and the two of you sat outside. Dinner was quiet, you had normal small talk, sharing your plans for the summer and Derek told you about his trip to see his mom.

“Y/n, can I tell you something?” Derek’s hand rested on yours, you nodded for him to continue.

“I like-” “Sir, here's your cheque” the waiter smiled at you two, leaving it on the table. You held back a giggle, “you were saying?” you looked at him.

“I like you, like really like you. I’ve felt this way for a while and I figured after everything you’ve been through you deserve someone that would take care of you, treat you the way you deserve to be treated. I hope I could be that person” he looked back at you.

“I like you too, Derek and I would love for you to be that person”

March 18th, 2015

Rossi insisted that everyone come over after the last case to unwind. Your life had been going well lately, you and Derek had been together for a little over 2 years. You had told him to go over to Rossi’s without you and you would get a ride with Hotch.

Hotch picked you up a little after 8. “Sorry, I had to help Jack with something before dropping him at Jessica’s.” “Oh that’s alright, thanks for picking me up.” He nodded and drove to Rossi’s. Hotch wasn't one for small talk but today he was.

“How are things with you and Morgan ?”

“Good actually”

“He makes you happy ?”

“He does”

“Good, you deserve happiness y/n”

“Thank you Aaron, so do you. Maybe it's time for you to start trying to find someone” you suggested. “It’s been a while since Haley and I know she was your first love but she would want you to be happy.” you looked over at him, he had a small smile on his face.

“Actually, I started seeing someone”

“What? Really? Tell me more”

He laughed and pulled in Rossi’s driveway. “Maybe another time, let’s go in” He got out of the car and waited for you before heading to the door. Rossi let you both in, but the house was empty. “Where’s everyone ?” you asked, Rossi looked over at Hotch and smiled, the two of them led you to the backyard. “You guys aren't going to kill me right?” Aaron gave you a look to stop your nonsense making you laugh. Everyone stood in the backyard with Derek in the middle of them.

“What’s going on?” you looked around

Derek stepped forward, “y/n..” he got on one knee, your jaw dropped, literally.

“You know I love you, I'd go to the end of the earth and back for you. You have shown me what happiness and love looks like and you bring out the best in me. Make me the happiest man and marry me?”

“yes, of course” you laughed, he got up and pulled you into a hug before slipping the ring on your finger.

December 24th, 2016

“How do I look? Is my veil crooked ?” you looked over at him, Hotch shook his head. “You look perfect y/n” he smiled at you which made you smile. The bridal march began.

“Too late to run away ?” you looked over as you hooked your arm with his.

“Too late to run away. Are you ready?” he asked and you nodded.

The doors opened, Derek stood at the end of the aisle. Rossi stood beside him as your officiant and Spencer on the other side of him as his best man. Penelope was across from them as your maid of honour. Aaron walked you down the aisle, handing you off to Derek. Aaron kissed your cheek, “be good to her Derek, she’s precious”

You looked out into the crowd to see JJ, Will and their boys with Emily beside them, Hotch sat beside Jack and Beth was on the other side of Jack. Derek’s mom and his sisters were in the front. Rossi started to speak when everyone settled down.

“As someone who’s been married multiple times, I'm an expert”

“4 times!” Emily pointed out

“It was only 3 but anyways, we’re here today to honour these two beautiful people and watch them commit themselves to each other. I’ll keep my part short, do you have vows?” Rossi looked over at you and you nodded.

“You guys know what saying, whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same? Whenever I hear that, I think of us. From the day I met you, I realized you were special. You made me laugh and smile like no one had ever done before. You were there for me when I gave up, when I needed someone to be there for me. You helped me get back on my feet, you taught me what real love looks like, what happiness feels like and what it feels like to truly be loved” you looked at Derek and smiled, he was wiping away the tears. “Everyday, I'm thankful for you because you make me who I am, I'm complete when I'm with you.” You squeezed his hand and gave him a smile.

“I don't know how you’re going to top that” Rossi patted his back, making Derek chuckle.

“As you said, from the day I met you, I knew you were special, but our love story didn’t begin until that day in the hospital, exactly 6 years ago today. You were injured and I sat in your room on Christmas Eve, you were trying to get me to go home and I told you that there’s nowhere I would rather be because you’re the one I choose, always. Through space and time and back, I'll find my way back to you and choose you. There’s no one else for me y/n, so I promise to you here today in front of our family that I will love you with no bounds because you give me hope, give me joy, and make me a better man.”

After that, there was not a dry eye in that room, even Hotch teared up. “I think you beat me” you whispered to him.

“Well, I've watched these two grow and fall in love with each other over the last 6 years and I've been very lucky to see that. I remember the day Derek told Spencer that he was taking y/n on a date and when Derek came to me to ask me to use the house for the proposal. These two were meant to be and by the power vested in me, I pronounce you man and wife. you may- oh you’re already kissing” Rossi laughed.

Derek held your hand as the two of you made your way back down the aisle, now as Mr and Mrs. Morgan.

Actually as, Agent and Agent Morgan.

#derek morgan #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan x you #derek morgan x y/n #derek morgan imagine #derek morgan oneshot #derek morgan fanfiction #ssa derek morgan #agent derek morgan #cm #cm imagines #cm imagine #cm oneshot #cm fanfic #criminal minds #criminal minds imagines #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds oneshot #criminal minds fanfiction

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nicelytousled · 4 years ago

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As we're on the topic of a potential sequel explaining the immortality of the old guard, despite agreeing that it is probably better left alone since they would only have like 2 hours and I want Quyhn to have time to shine, I'm gonna play devil's advocate because I've been sitting on some Thoughts™ about it. What if their healing is not simply regenerative but rather reversal, a kind of time travel?

warning: this post contains body horror pls proceed with caution

I think it would be cool if their bodies were their own unique contained alternative timelines and healing was sort of like recalling a memory. When you remember an event you're not remembering the initial event itself but rather the last time you remembered it. Healing and coming back to life would mean rewinding to the last time they were healthy/alive. I think that could explain basic things like why their hair grows back the same way, why they have scars or piercing holes from before their first death, etc.

To explain what I mean in more depth let's use Nicky's spleen as an example. Let's say Dr. Kozak removes Nicky's spleen, puts it in a jar, and sets it aside. That spleen now exists in two different timelines: the timeline of the external world where it's in the jar and the timeline of Nicky's body after it reverses to the last time he had a spleen. That would also mean there's nothing remarkable about their DNA, something an anon bought up in an ask to @wickedpact which I thought was interesting. Dr. Kozak's samples would be effectively useless, just ordinary organs and tissue samples that abide by different rules of time only within the context of their bodies.

It could also explain how their bodies reject bullets and how they would be immune to disease. If their bodies are their own contained alternative timelines and all their atoms abide by different physical laws then anything that entered that differing timeline would be reversed and rejected. For example, when Nile stabs Andy if Andy hadn't pulled the knife out then eventually her body would have pushed it out by itself. I think this would also make very traumatic injuries like being beheaded easier to explain. Instead of growing an entirely new head from nothing they would instead revert back to the last time they had a head.

To explain what I mean further, if I place my hand flat against a wall then my hand and that wall are made of the same essential stuff, it's all just atoms buzzing around together in different combinations abiding by the same laws of physics. If Nile with her newfound immortality put her hand flat against a wall it would be different. Her hand and the wall would not be made of the same essential stuff because her atoms are buzzing away to a totally different tune than the wall she's touching. They can interact but they are fundamentally different because Nile's body is its own unique dimension with different rules about how time works.

Off the top of my head, I think this is interesting in regard to the story of The Old Guard for these reasons:

It might be interesting to explore exactly what results in someone transitioning from the timeline the rest of the world operates in into their own embodied dimension. We don't yet know the circumstances of Quyhn or Lykon's first deaths, but going by Andy, Nile, Booker, Joe, and Nicky they probably all share the setting of war and the experience of very intense emotion, for example, betrayal, hatred, and fear. What is it about war specifically? What is it about those emotions? What do the characters think about these shared similarities? They could dig a lot deeper than destiny and misery loves company.

It could also add some depth to how they dream of one another before they meet. The dreams are from an outside perspective, which on my last rewatch I thought was odd. It's not like you're in someone else's head when you dream of them, rather you're being shown their face from some non-existent perspective. It's like they're being orbited by something, as if they're each the centre of a different plane of reality.

It would explain how Quyhn could be awake for long enough that Nile could dream about her in such detail. Her body would be constantly returning to the point where she took her last breath, reverting to when it last had oxygen. I think that's more terrifying than the idea that she's simply regenerating, to have been submerged for hundreds of years but to have your body constantly reverting to the state it was in the last moment you had above the surface.

^ side note on the above points but The Old Guard has the potential to be a kind of cosmic horror story I think, especially from Quyhn's perspective. Her body constantly turns back time but her present remains the same and there's no escape and no way of knowing why. I might make a separate post some time about The Old Guard in relation to the fear of the unknown and the discovery of incomprehensible truths. Much to think about there.

I also think this version of immortality is interesting because it's such a contrast to how healing works for ordinary people, and how emotional healing works specifically. Healing is never about returning to the place you once were before you were hurt, something that's often impossible to achieve and distorted by memory, but rather about building yourself back up while accepting that hurt as a part of you. Both Andy and Booker are carrying around unprocessed grief, and I think it's interesting how their bodies could be so out of sync with how humans heal emotionally. That must wear on them psychologically and that could be interesting to explore.

On a much lighter note, if they are their own contained alternative timelines then maybe Joe and Nicky are perfectly in sync. Not to quote Bronte wildly out of context but I'm talking "Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same" kind of stuff. I'm talking when @emjee wrote "They’re a binary star system, Joe thinks. Two bodies, one single point of light.” Maybe they're perfectly mirrored, orbiting one another. Maybe because of that they're guaranteed to stop being immortal together too, I think that would be nice.

Really, I do agree with Greg that a sequel should be focused on characters and relationships rather than exploring the how's and why's of their immortality. In 2 hours it would be better to dedicate time to incorporating something like flashbacks like Greg says, maybe to show the tension between past and present with Andy and Quyhn.

I think my more general point is that if a potential sequel did explore the how's and why's of immortality, I think there might be a sweet spot where they could give us more information about how it works without revealing everything (like they did with Copley's big board of stuff). Sometimes information like that can ask more questions than it answers, and it can strengthen character arcs when interpreted by the protagonists, and I think that can be great for storytelling. Personally, I wouldn't mind seeing that in a third film.

#the old guard #the old guard meta #long post #bird makes stuff #tw body horror #i use the word interesting far far too much #its almost midnight forgive me #does this even make any sense? who knows #why does a post need to make sense is it not enough to read a collection of words next to each other

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kewpiemeayo · 4 years ago

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Skin [Gojo Satoru x Sorcerer!Reader]

Warnings: MANGA SPOILERS, mentions of violence/injury/death, implied PTSD, light angst but fluff/comfort ending.

Summary: A lengthy dive into the reality of traumas, their effect on the individual and others around him. Over the course of a decade, Gojo and Reader's relationship continue to slowly build and grow while Gojo works on understanding and moving past his trauma, learning to be vulnerable and trusting again.

Alt: “So how come when I reach out my fingers, it feels like more than distance between us. In this California king bed, we're 10, 000 miles apart. I've been California wishing on these stars, for your heart for me.” - California King Bed by Rihanna

Code: [Y/L/N] = Your Last Name + [Y/N] = Your Name

There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that Gojo Satoru was an excellent student and a powerful sorcerer in the making. He was, after all, a descendent of the Gojo lineage; one of the few strongest clans of jujutsu sorcerers in Japan. He was a year ahead of you, being one of the three second-years at the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Tech.

You were a first-year student with Nanami, just starting out your studies under the sorcerers to get a better handle on your own curse and its techniques. Gojo was a simple person with a complex personality. He had a sweet tooth and goofy sense of humour; priding himself on penis jokes and harmless pranks that got on his friends’ nerves. Gojo was a charming and charismatic guy who vowed to support and protect the people he cared about and those who were oblivious to curses, but he also had no problem being cruel and ungiving to the people he despised.

You had the pleasure of being on the better end of things with Gojo, often encouraging yourself to work harder with hopes of one day being just as strong as Gojo himself, or even Getō. With Jujutsu Tech being such an… exclusive academy—if you could even call it that—the two of you would train together when you weren’t in class or on separate field trips, so to speak. You and Gojo got on really well, keeping each other on your toes constantly by using teases as a tactic to distract, especially during tactical training.

If you were to be quite honest, training against Gojo and his techniques was a real pain in the ass, only because he was one of the most adept sorcerers you had to go against. Sure, you have had your field training against Grade 4 and maybe Grade 3 curses, and you have also fought against Getō and Yaga-sensei but Gojo was a little beyond that. He had a plethora of amazing cursed techniques that he just seemed so naturally good at.

Regardless of how vexing it could be both during training and afterwards when you would wallow in some self-doubt, Gojo always made every session fun and would find some way to encourage you to keep practicing. He seemed to be a natural at keeping things lighthearted, making him quite a ball of good energy to be around.

At some point during your first year and his second year at Jujutsu Tech, he sustained a near-death injury at the hands of Fushiguro Toji. The group sent out to deal with the Time Vessel Association in Okinawa came back to the Tokyo campus after their mission. It was within that split second of vulnerability where Gojo deactivated his cursed technique, Infinity, believing the mission was over and that he was safe.

Gojo decided on one important thing that day; to never let his guard down. Up until that point, he had believed that it was okay to deactivate his technique, as it took up cursed energy to constantly have it shield him, and it did but not that it mattered with his unlimited reserve. He deactivated his techniques when he was alone on the campus or when he didn’t sense any danger. You were aware of this ability, having trained against him before, but it never dawned on you that you never encountered him without Infinity activated.

With Gojo keeping his cursed technique constantly running ever since the incident, it became something of second nature. A few months following your graduation, Gojo had returned from an overseas mission in South Korea which consisted of a long list of curses that needed to be dealt with. Having been out of high school himself for about a year, it was nice to be home and the two of you had a lot to catch up on.

Somewhere along the line, he had asked you on a date. One you didn’t take too seriously because it was, after all, Gojo Satoru; when was he ever truly serious and down-to-business? He took you off-campus to Akihabara, finding a decent restaurant to dine at before dragging you through a slew of arcades. The two of you wrapped up the night at a small dessert cafe, sharing a bowl of shaved iced. It was a fun time, something you truly haven’t had the pleasure to enjoy since Gojo graduated.

You expected that to have been the one and only time Gojo would ask you out, but it wasn’t. Time and time again, he would find some way to get you out of your room when you weren’t training or going out to hunt down curses. His free time when he was in Tokyo, was divided between local missions, visiting Fushiguro’s son and being an enemy of the state campus. After your sixth date, you decided to bring it up. The two of you had found a spot near the Yokohama Red Brick Warehouse, sitting on some random bench, staring out into the waters.

With a small grin, you teased the white-haired man, “When are you planning to take a real girl on a date?”

Gojo paused at your question, confused. “Am I not on a date right now?”

The two of you slowly turned to each other as you looked past his sunglasses for any sign of it being another one of his pranks while he tried to figure out why you hadn’t understood his intentions the whole time.

“Are you joking,” the two of you chimed simultaneously, earning a brief moment of silence before the two of you burst out into a fit of laughter. Gojo was the first to sober up, while you continued to hide behind your hand.

“[Y/L/N]-chan~ we’ve gone on,” he paused, counting his fingers. “Six dates. We’ve gone on six dates.”

Your laughter subsided as confusion settled again, “What?”

“[Y/L/N], we’ve been going on dates… this whole time,” Gojo snorted, an eyebrow quirked at your current state. “Did you… not know?”

Turning back to face the ocean, you took a moment of silence to micro-analyze everything that had happened since he got back from Korea. To you, his absence from campus when he was in town was either for work or what you assumed was him going to see other people—girls to be more exact–as he was most definitely a popular guy.

“I just assumed your free time away from campus meant you were going on dates,” you shrugged, leaning back into the bench. His gaze was apparent, burning holes into your side profile but you refused to look him in the eyes.

For years you had like Gojo, his personality, his charm, his methods of keeping you motivated to do your studies and to practice your jujutsu. Not once did you consider being upfront about your feelings, claiming them to be some stupid crush that would go away as you got older.

Gojo doubled over in another fit of laughter, earning a glare from you as you watched him howl over his knees, arms clasped tightly around his torso, “What’s so funny? Was I wrong to assume you and your desire to only be taken seriously every once in a blue moon was joking when you called these outings, “dates”?”

Your air quotes seemed to tame his hysteria. He took off his sunglasses, a finger coming up to brush a tear from the corner of his eyes.

“[Y/L/N], I’m off campus visiting a boy in my free time,” he finally responded. Your brief shock of yet another round of confusion eased the moment he waved his hand. “No, no. You remember how in your first year, there was that little incident?”

Taken aback by the reminder, you coughed, “Oh you’re calling it a little incident. I’ve been calling it attempted murder all these years, but sure, why?”

Gojo explained the situation surrounding the man that had attacked him on campus, elaborating on the events that were seemingly kept under wraps by Yaga-sensei and the other higher-ups. The man had a son and a step-daughter, who he had vouched for to ensure they were taken care of until the son was of age to attend Jujutsu Tech.

It was a lot to take in, not that you were surprised Gojo of all people would do such a thing; taking on the responsibility of caring for someone who had been a victim of curses. Once he had cleared the air around the misunderstanding, Gojo took it upon himself to ask you on yet another date, this time ensuring you understood that he was and had always been serious about asking you out.

Within the first year of your guys’ relationship, Gojo had taken you with him to visit the younger Fushiguro, who at the time was in second grade. Gojo tried to meddle as little as possible with Fushiguro, balancing the line of offering his presence in-lieu of Fushiguro’s parents but also ensuring that the child still had his own life. This meant he actually visited Fushiguro often, but a lot of the time it was just a casual look from across the street or in passing.

Between you and Gojo, the relationship was alright. Not much had changed as you both still resided on campus in separate rooms when the two of you were not out on missions. Missions are what took up most of your guys’ time, considering how it was part of your jobs as sorcerers. The sparse times that the two of you had were filled with walks around campus, dates in the city and the occasional movie night here and there.

Something had felt off. For the entire duration of the relationship, you failed to pinpoint exactly what that anomaly was. The two of you had known each other for five years; three spent as friends, the other two as adults in a romantic relationship.

It could not have been a trust issue, right?

You were happy, and you were sure he was too.

At some point, Gojo was sent off to Hokkaido to deal with a special grade curse that had been wreaking havoc at one of the ski resorts while your freed-up schedule left you thinking.

It was Ieiri who had brought it up. The two of you were in the city sharing some drinks at a little bar when you had brought up your recent dilemma.

“Maybe your love language is physical touch,” she had suggested, her glass of liquor swinging around as she spoke. “Do you guys… touch a lot when you’re together?”

Hesitant at first, you remained quiet until her side-eye tipped you over the edge of secrecy, “Yeah? I mean we do all that couple shit when we have time alone if that's what you mean?”

Her glass stopped spinning. You tilted your head, waiting for her to figure out her thoughts.

“[Y/L/N], have you ever touched him—I mean, has he started to deactivate Infinity around you?”

“Deactivate… Infinity,” you repeated, eyes shifting as you spoke. “Does he not deactivate when he’s alone?”

It had been beyond you that Gojo never fully recovered from the incident with Toji, not mentally at least. It was understandable that it had without a doubt given him a trauma he was not able to shake, despite the front he may have offered. Ieiri had been there to see the extent of his injuries from the sudden attack, you were not, but from the way she explained what had happened following the attack, it was enough to make you bite your lip in place of visibly flinching. Ieiri also alluded that she had taken notice that Gojo became less touchy in general after the incident. You never had to consider his cursed technique getting in between you guys, both literally and figuratively, until it was brought up by her.

Following that night, the whole premise surrounding physical contact with Gojo suddenly felt obscured because you realized that despite the two years together, physical contact was not rare but neither was it a constantly recurring thing. You initiated some of the contact, like a quick kiss on the cheek or a brush over his lips. Occasionally there would be a hug somewhere in between or ahead propped against a shoulder but those were the bigger movements of physical affection. Something that Gojo took the lead on, albeit rarely.

Once again, work kept the two of you apart due to the lack of sorcerers in the world. Yaga-sensei sending you off to help out at the Kyoto Jujutsu campus a few days after your night with Ieiri put a lot of emphasis on that final thought.

You didn’t get a chance to see Gojo for another two weeks until you were finally sent back to Tokyo following the clean-up of some mess the first years in Kyoto had accidentally started. By then, the exhaustion of sleeping somewhere other than your own bed had caught up to you. The confusion surrounding Gojo and his Infinity was long forgotten until the two of you had gotten caught up in a small teasing match in his dorm.

“You would most definitely lose,” he taunted, wiggling a finger just inches from your nose. “You wouldn’t be able to resist me.”

The stupidly competitive side of you itched deep within your core, “You want a bet?”

With your legs crossed, you sat still as Gojo moved closer to your body. His tall frame leaned over your smaller sitting stature as he shifted side to side, trying to elicit some sort of reaction from you. Your eyes followed his every movement, taut on the blindfold over his eyes but you couldn’t help the smile that had broken across your face.

“See,” you started. “I missed you, but not enough that I feel the need to be all handsy with y-”

Your words died in your throat as he lifted blindfold enough to peek one eye from under the black fabric. His sharp, glacial cavern-like iris peered at you, watching as you fell into your usual trance. The one he never failed to trap you in with his gaze. His eyes free from obstruction of his sunglasses or blindfolds always left you mesmerized, breathless even. You would get lost in his eyes, it was too hard not to. He was so focused on your reaction he forgot about what always came next.

Your dominant hand always moved on its own following your trance. It was the one thing that would root you back to reality from the deep gaze his eyes would lock you into. Your hand would come up to his cheek, cupping the side of his face—or at least it would try. You were always too distracted to notice, that no matter how many times you repeated the same actions like a ripple effect of well-rehearsed habits, he was never truly able to let you touch him. At least that was not always the case.

Caught up in the moment, Gojo’s Infinity stopped your hand further than he usually allowed for. Your eyes shifted from his eyes to your hand, now fully aware that your hand had stopped short of their usual resting place. There was an unmistakable gasp, a quiet one that almost went missing as he gulped at the sudden registration of what was happening.

Your hands trembled at your own doing but also against the barrier he had between the two points of contact. He retracted some of his cursed energy, shrinking Infinity but never fully deactivating. You watched as your hand moved closer towards his cheek, but you caught sight of a paper-thin gap, a shield preventing your hand from truly touching him.

For once, Gojo had nothing to say. There were a billion thoughts running in his head all at once, but not one synapse of his was able to even pull a few into one coherent sentence. He took a seat as you pulled your hand away from him. His hand moved up to finally remove his blindfold entirely, his platinum hair fell over his forehead.

“Satoru,” your soft voice shook Gojo from thoughts, pulling his attention back to you. “You don’t deactivate Infinity around me, do you?”

His eyes averted once again, picking to idly stare at his covers instead. Of all things he could say without a filter, telling you the only time Infinity is at its thinnest is when the two of you had sex, was not it. Even with something as intimate as that, you have never quite touched his skin, flesh-to-flesh. Not by hand.

He didn’t need to say anything, you got the hint loud and clear, and it hurt. Even when you two were supposedly at your most vulnerable and intimate moments, you never got to touch it. The illusory effect you were under for the last two years—your own inattentiveness—had veiled you from noticing the lack of touch in your relationship.

Part of you wanted to be mad, but you just did not have it within you to feel that way, not when you understood to a degree, what he had endured having let his guard down that one time. It almost cost him his life, and it almost did. Had it not been for the reversed curse technique from Ieiri’s doing, he would not be seated in front of you at that very moment.

With a troubled sigh, you got up from his bed. The sudden movement caused him to lean back to allow you space but with curious and worried eyes, he watched you walk towards his door.

“Perhaps you do truly have unlimited cursed energy to keep your technique up all the time, but at some point, you’ll run low. That’s gonna put you in more danger than before,” you warned, back still turned to him as your hand touched the doorknob. “It’s ultimately up to you to relearn to trust the people and your environment again, but that is something you can only truly achieve on your own accords.”

That was most definitely not the last time the two of you had any contact. No matter how hurt you both felt to some degree, the words you had left him with rung true. No matter how many people surrounded him and offered him reassuring words and kind smiles, Gojo had to take back the power of trust on his own. At the end of the day, that was not only a mental battle against his own traumatic experience but also his own cursed technique.

It was not an easy feat. During the remainder of his little vacation from overseas missions, Gojo would work on lowering Infinity. At first, he was pushing himself too much, getting frustrated when he could not fully deactivate it, and when he did finally lower it, he would try to do small tasks during the bright of day. He was overthinking it, and Ieiri had realized the disgruntled mannerisms behind Gojo’s sudden tense mood swings were over his Infinity debacle.

“You do shower don’t you?”

Offended, Gojo looked down at Ieiri, ready to retaliate with some snarky comeback, “OF COURSE I DO! I TAKE PERSONAL HYGIENE VERY SERIOUSLY-”

“So you do deactivate your ability,” she mumbled, cutting her friend off as she started to scrub at the examination slab. She could sense his confusion without even looking up, only then parting a sigh as she paused to wave her bristled cleaning brush in the air. “You subconsciously deactivate when you shower, I assume? Otherwise, you wouldn’t really be showering, you disgusting buffoon.”

He tested her theory out that night, consciously checking to make sure the water did in fact touch his skin. It did, and then it didn’t. If he focused too hard, the water would start to repel off of the thin air around him. He grew frustrated again, realizing that overthinking how to shower without Infinity would only lead it to its activation again.

Why did two years of subconscious habit suddenly feel more disappointing but also comforting to rely on than trying to get better? He had mastered so many of his techniques with ease, spending more time prior to the incident without Infinity than he did now, yet two years and an accident was all it took for him to run Infinity like a computer mining for codes in the dead of night.

For months he would practice lowering his defences with small tasks again. He would lower as much as he could consciously while he brushed his teeth alone, or while he was doing his chores. Then eventually he started to lower it when the sky got dark, but an unsettling shiver would tickle up his spine and send electrical pulses across his skin when he did. His fight or flight response… There was just too much of a risk doing it at night.

The one time he tried to sleep without Infinity, his mind had conjured up a traumatic retelling of the incident. Covered in a sheen of cold sweat and a harsh thrumming of his heart, he stopped trying to mess with Infinity. With an onslaught of new missions and the approval of his request to be a teacher at Jujutsu Tech, Gojo’s schedule got too busy for him to maintain his practice anyways.

Unlike Gojo, you actually visited little Fushiguro personally on multiple occasions. He was a quiet nut who expressed little but the two of you got on rather well. Knowing Gojo spent a lot of time away from Tokyo, you substituted yourself as Fushiguro’s mentor on weekends. His step-sister was a kind girl who asked you lots about being an adult, fascinated with the things she couldn’t wait to do when she was old enough. She was an absolute sweetheart, and you would do anything to protect the two of them.

Juggling missions, training and individual time, it took about a year or two before you and Gojo were able to even spend time as friends and coworkers if you will. Despite still talking here and there, it was just hard to find time to truly catch up. Once you guys found your footing again, occasional group hangouts resumed and so did training together.

Five years from the night you two break up—not that Gojo kept track or anything—Gojo had convinced you to climb the roof of Jujutsu Tech for old times sake and share some drinks, having expected the long weekend to provide comfort to relax and enjoy yourselves. The occasional banter the two of you shared on a regular basis could not compete with an intimate moment on the rooftop, just barely looking past the treelines and down at Tokyo in all its urban glow. The two of you had split a pack of beers, drinking and cracking jokes between stories that have yet to be shared.

Gojo found himself staring at you the way he did all those years ago, tipsy with a hint of adoration behind his mask. You were laughing at an exorcism he and one of his students had just barely managed to pull after a nasty four-hour game of hide-and-seek with a special-grade curse in Miyazaki.

Only partially under the influence of alcohol, Gojo interrupted your fit of giggles.

“[Y/N]—Sorry, [Y/L/N]-san,” he paused, trying to find the right way to convey his thoughts without a barrage of questions. “Have your feelings changed?”

Your laughter ceased, expression growing solemn as you figured out your own thoughts. He watched with anticipation, his skin itching and his hand twitching with a need to push himself closer to you, but then you smiled.

“If you’re asking if I’m seeing anyone, no. I haven’t had time to even consider dating after we broke up,” you chuckled truthfully, taking a sip from your can. Down to your last drop, you threw your head back once to confirm an empty can before you sighed.

Gojo seemed to relax, content with the answer but you continued, “If you’re asking about the break-up, I’m still firm with my words.”

The white fox looked over at you. Now on the verge of being 27 and you having already turned 26, it was with certainty that little has changed. It was both comforting but also unsettling to him. His head tilted at your response, urging you to continue.

“Maybe it was selfish of me, but the pain of knowing I have never once truly known the feel of your skin against my own despite the intimate moments we had, that upset me. It was this… mirage of an understanding that we did touch—like normal people—I was oblivious for two years,” you reasoned. There was a strain to your voice, but Gojo remained silent. “For what it’s worth, I still admire you. I don’t hate you Gojo, I did my best—and I’m still doing my best—to empathize with your trauma, however, I still firmly believe that there is potential for you to reclaim your trust again.”

Gojo nodded, his lower lip was tucked between his teeth as the words settled him. Your voice soothed him and the alcohol made the whole context of roof-sitting at eleven on a Friday evening seemed innocuous, but a better part of him knew he wanted closure or some hope.

“I’m just worried that we shouldn’t be together until you have yourself figured out and have the trust that you need.”

Closure was not what he got.

The following day, Gojo woke up a little more tired than usual but he still found himself in Yaga’s personal space. The sensei was sewing away at a new cursed doll. The one before him was a lot more colourful than his usual creations. A patchwork of blue, pink and yellow, Yaga held the fabrics together by hand as he gently pierced the edges repeatedly.

Gojo’s quiet, lurking presence irked the sensei, prompting him to pause his stitching to raise an eyebrow at the alumnus. Gojo took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts before making an odd request. Yaga took his time to consider the predicament his old student had gotten himself in, weighing out the worth but also trying to find a suitable idea that would fit the request that was put forth.

Yaga waved a hand at the array of fabrics he had laid out next to him, prompting Gojo to take his pick. He settled on two colours, one being your favourite and the other that he personally liked. He thanked the principal with a bow, bounding off before Yaga could ask any questions.

Fushiguro had been having a rough time in junior high and with it being his final year before high school, Yaga and Gojo both thought that it would be beneficial for Gojo to spend more time with the growing delinquent before he graduated. You had heard about the fights yourself but the higher-ups had plucked you out of Tokyo to have you placed in Kyoto, providing assistance with graduation prep; something that required a lot of examinations both written and physical.

While you were gone for the next few months, Gojo worked hard to shape up Fushiguro as well as himself. The boy himself asked about you every once in a while, quietly missing someone who was not as childish for their age as was Gojo himself, but the older of the two knew about as much as he could share without worrying the teen.

“Why did you guys break up?” Fushiguro asked out of the blue one day. He had asked you before, but he was curious about his mentor’s side of the story. That and he was clearly trying to buy some time before Gojo had him taming his stupid technique again.

Gojo patted Fushiguro’s messy hair, irking the teen as he tried to scoot away. You and Gojo both had a tendency to do it and he only liked it a little more when it was you initiating the endearing expression.

“I wasn’t ready,” was all he had said before jumping up from his spot in the grass. “Now quit slacking, we got to get you in shape for graduation.”

Fushiguro tutted, easing off the ground himself, “Isn’t my admission already guaranteed?”

Gojo pursed his lips, “I mean I could always revoke it.”

Fushiguro narrowed his eyes at 6’3 giant before him, “You wouldn’t.”

The playful mentor offered him a shrug, poking his tongue out before going into a dramatic lunge. He outstretched his arm at his mentee, a finger beckoning him to step forward, “Guess you better prove to me you’re still worthy of Jujutsu Tech’s exclusive letter of admission.”

The doll that Gojo had requested from Yaga was an odd one. It looked like a patchwork rabbit with the two colours he had picked out and the eyes were black and beady. It wore a bib around its neck and had an anatomically incorrect marsupial pouch that contained a smaller version of the rabbit itself. It had been one of Yaga’s obvious Cursed Corpses, both dolls imbued with his energy. According to Yaga, the small one was sensitive to the energy from cursed spirits. If cursed spirits were present, the bunny would disappear further into the pouch of the bigger rabbit, while the bigger rabbit detected Gojo’s specific cursed energy. If it sensed that Gojo was expelling his energy for Infinity, it would thump. Of course, the thumping grew obnoxious as Gojo subconsciously had Infinity activated. He lost quite a lot of sleep the first week…

The smaller bunny gave him a sense of mind, having both dolls within range when he was in his own room. When he slept, he kept a hand on the smaller bunny and encouraged himself to sleep through the night without Infinity. The mistrust for his own environment started to change he found himself trusting the smaller rabbit to tell him if danger was near.

About a week after he got comfortable and the thumping ceased, the bigger rabbit started to attack him when he put his guard up. He had gone to complain to Yaga after getting used as a parkour wall one too many times, but Yaga simply shrugged and told him he was only abiding by the request that Gojo had initially left him with.

“I don’t remember training you to give up so easily.”

That was all Yaga had parted Gojo with before shoving him out his dojo, leaving the sorcerer to pout passively at the doll in his hand. He paced back to his room, the doll held at arm's length away as he grumbled to himself.

Gojo had anticipated seeing you at the end of the year, but when things went awry with Geto, he wanted nothing more than to selfishly ask you to come back early for his sake. Hell, if you couldn’t leave Kyoto, he had no problem teleporting over himself, but his decision was being heavily narrowed down to one thing and one thing in particular; was he ready to be vulnerable in front of you?

Even when he found himself stuck between a rock and a hard place, wanting the comfort of someone he was familiar and comfortable being intimate with, he was yet again hearing the tiny voice that told him vulnerability was anything but an option. His thumb hovered over your contact, a small green dot indicating your online status tempted him to just give you a call, but he knew. You were not the type to buy into the I’m fine bullshit, and at any moment’s notice, would drop everything to be there for someone in need. Gojo lost his chance to talk to you the moment the green dot disappeared; you had gone offline.

Whilst in Kyoto, you had a feeling. An intuitive tickle in the pit of your stomach that Gojo’s status was an indication he wanted to talk. He didn’t keep many people on that very account you were watching from your own phone—it was the one he only shared with sorcerers. You knew about what happened in Tokyo, you had gotten the report following your own battles in Kyoto against the parade of curses in Kyoto but alas, you knew despite your feelings of wanting to be there for Gojo, he needed to be the one to reach out to you first. It was what you deemed as part of the process for him to relearn trust and vulnerability. A heavy sigh was all it took for you to turn off your phone, slipping further into the hot bath you had started for yourself.

“Oi! Panda, Maki, Toge, I need a little favour,” Gojo calls out, waving the two second-years over. Maki rolled her eyes, following the two boys over to where their sensei was standing under a tree at the far end of the field.

The girl tuts, crossing her arms over her chest as she neared Gojo, “You’re not our teacher this year, we don’t need to do your biddings if that’s what you want.”

Stilling for a moment to take in the students’ rather unimpressed looks before he smirks, “What if it’s about your beloved [Y/L/N]-sensei?”

The three of them shouted at Gojo, bursting with energy from their spot at the mention of you. Even after only spending a few months with you in their first year and a few months before Okkotsu’s departure overseas, the current second-years have grown to love sparring with you. Unlike Gojo, you actually lost a few of your training battles against them, making them feel more like sorcerers with a chance of winning against a special grade. Plus, you took the position of being a teacher a lot more seriously, despite it not officially being your occupational title.

“Takana?” Toge motions to the grass beneath him, to which Panda nodded while Maki was leaning on the tip of her toes with anticipation.

“How come I never get this kind of excitement?” Gojo muses playfully as he tried to ignore their eagerness to hear more about his so-called favourite. “Anyways, [Y/L/N]-san is coming back from her mission in New York at the end of next week. However, the higher-ups are asking me to go out to Hiroshima before then. I’m not sure if I’ll be back in time but I want to make sure I get to see them at least once before they leave for their next mission.”

The number of details Gojo was sharing for once threw the three of them in for a loop, Toge furrowing his eyebrows first but Panda raised a finger, “So you want us to keep them from leaving early?”

Gojo nods while Maki squinted at the teacher, “Why don’t you just ask Fushiguro, hasn’t he known them longer?”

“He has,” Gojo chuckles, brushing the strands of hair that had fallen over his mask. “But he asks too many questions and I really just need you guys to do whatever you can to keep them here long enough. [Y/L/N]-san can’t possibly say no to eager students who want to perfect their techniques.”

Sharing a glance with one another, Gojo let out an obnoxious laugh, throwing a thank you over his shoulder as he walked off to do whatever it was that Gojo did on campus on weekends. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he knew that confusion would start to fester amongst his first-years as well when they were given the chance next to speak with their seniors. As long as the first-years’ curiosity got no further than the same knowledge that Gojo had given the second-years, his plan would work out just fine. Fushiguro would probably message him to ask, but he couldn’t be bothered to answer unless it was an emergency.

The special-grade sorcerer departed for his mission the morning before you got back to Tokyo. Nitta was excitedly talking your ear off in the car, going over all the exciting missions the first-years had gotten involved in. When you left for New York, Fushiguro was still the only first-year enrolled. It became apparent now that there were two new students with him, Itadori Yuji and Kugisaki Nobara. The former having been a non-curse user until he ate the first of many fingers belonging to Sukuna and of course Gojo of all sorcerers went to defer the teen’s death sentence…

Perking up at the thought, you tried to keep your eyes on the highway ahead of you and your voice sounding uninterested, “Speaking of Satoru, is he out on a mission?”

Nitta nodded, relaying what she knew about his current mission. Knowing him, he might be back well before the expected duration of the mission, but there would also be a chance you wouldn’t catch him before you left again yourself.

Back on campus, the first and second-years were on the field, sparring against one another under the nice sun. With his teal knuckle bracers, Panda threw a punch at Itadori, the latter just barely blocking the attack with his forearms yet the force still sent him across the field. You watched with Nitta at your side, wincing at the stark lines of dirt the pink-haired boy was leaving on the field from trying to withstand Panda’s energy.

Hiding behind your hand, you prepared to stifle the laughter that was bubbling with anticipation as Panda launched himself into the air high enough to gain an advantage on the first year. With a heavy thump, Panda sat on Itadori, squishing the teen into the grass.

Itadori struggled under Panda’s weight, fists drumming against the ground beneath him to deter his senior from sitting any longer. The laugh that escaped you caught everyone’s attention, Panda instantly bounding over to you with the other second-years.

“[Y/L/N]-sensei!”

Toge, Maki and Panda all came running over to you, while the first-years stood up. All three of them threw out questions about your mission and about your overall well-being while Kugisaki nudged Itadori, “They’re a teacher?”

Fushiguro cracks a smile that doesn't go unnoticed by his friends, both instantly jumping back a few feet at the rare expression on his features.

Itadori’s yelling caught everyone’s attention, “FUSHIGURO IS SMILING?!”

Kugisaki followed suit with her own squeal of shock. Walking over, you bowed at the two first-years, “You two must be Kugisaki and Itadori. I heard quite a lot about you guys.”

A flush took over their cheeks as they scrambled to bow, introducing themselves to you as you did the same. Turning over to the raven-haired boy, you offered him a big smile to match his own as he ducked his head for you to ruffle his hair.

“I heard about your recent improvements too, Megumi,” your use of Fushiguro’s first name short-circuited Itadori and Kugisaki as the two of them tried to get a sense of what was happening and who you were. “Domain expansion, huh? Congratulations, I’m proud of you.”

Fushiguro lifts his head the moment your hand left his hair, another bright smile still stretched across his face, “Thank you, [Y/L/N]-sensei.”

Having finally recomposed themselves enough, Itadori raises a hand beckoning your attention, “[Y/L/N]-sensei, are you a teacher here?”

Kugisaki was about to berate him when you laughed, waving your hand dismissively, “Yaga-sensei asks me every time he sees me, but I’m still enjoying the ability to travel and work freely. I do help teach and train sometimes but nothing official.”

As if he was waiting for his cue, Principal Yaga appeared from his dojo’s entrance, sunglasses over his eyes and the usual stoic expression giving nothing away, “[Y/L/N], have you come back to take up your offer as a teacher?”

Nudging your head towards Yaga, you gave a see? towards the first-years, “Today is not your lucky day, kōchō-sensei. I got to experience New York for the first time, maybe I’ll move there!”

The teasing smirk you gave the principal went over Kugisaki’s head when she heard New York. Instantly clamouring for more details, the orange-haired girl hurled questions left and right about the city, in particular, wanting to absorb every detail you had to give her.

Principal Yaga interrupted with a reminder for a mission report later, but the manila folder was already being pressed into his hands to which he grinned, “You were always my favourite student.”

Knowing exactly who he was comparing you to, you laugh, “He’s still submitting reports in crayons?”

Fushiguro let out an exasperated sigh, pulling out his phone to show you a picture he took of one of Gojo’s reports. On a small piece of paper were two figures, one who looked like Mike Wazowski redesigned as a volcano and the other... a spider?

“I’m still waiting for the day your habits rub off on him,” Yaga sighs before walking off. He stops halfway and turns to you, “Shoko is in her lab as usual, but I’m sure she’d love to see you after you’re done here.”

Nodding, you thank the principal before turning back to the eager peanut gallery, “Now where was I?”

Having been graciously granted a few days off between missions, you took it casually, finding time to absorb all the authentic Japanese cuisine you missed and catching up with everyone. You even made time to train and get to know the other two first-years, spending time with Fushiguro as well. Kugisaki and Itadori were amazed by how well you fought, your technique and how well Fushiguro was faring against you, smiling through most of his matches undeterred. He was a little more chatty too with you around, and the other two first-years could do nothing more than watch on, completely mesmerized.

On the day of your supposed departure, Ijichi was scheduled to drive you to the airport. He knew it was very unlike you to run behind on your own schedule, but left and right it seemed like the second-years wanted something from you. Panda and Inumaki had woken up extra early to try and bake you a cake. To show your appreciation for their efforts, you offered to indulge them in some light conversations over cake and tea before you left, seeing as you still had four hours before your flight.

At the three-hour mark, Maki wanted to ask you about a new cursed tool she had gotten her hands on, rumour was you had used it a few times when you were a student yourself so you were the only one she could ask for tips and a demonstration from.

Principal Yaga was also seemingly more interested in getting some time with you too, requesting you see him before you left for the airport so he could get your opinions on a new set of rules that higher-ups were looking at implementing in the following semester. Despite being well aware of your pending departure, everyone wanted a crumb of you and your time yet you could not find it within yourself to kindly decline. It wasn’t like you enjoyed waiting at the airport early but you definitely did not enjoy the possibility of being late for your own flight.

An hour before your flight was set to leave, you finally willed yourself to apologize to everyone, reminding them you had a flight to catch. At this point everyone had exhausted their plan to keep you on campus, growing worried they would have failed to uphold the favour for Gojo. Yaga on the other hand was waiting on the steps of the dojo, watching the stone path leading from the entrance of the campus.

With a sigh, you stop in front of him, luggage standing behind you, “You really do not need to see me off, I know you have your tasks, Yaga-sensei.”

The principal huffs, arms crossed over his broad chest as he continued to stare at the path ahead of him, “I’m simply monitoring the campus entrance as the school’s principal, you just happen to be leaving right now.”

You chuckle at the man’s attempt to play off his soft side but maybe you had been mistaken. Your hand came down to your luggage handle, ready to finally meet Ijichi when Fushiguro and the other two first-years came waltzing over.

“Have a safe trip, [Y/L/N]-sensei,” the three of them part with enthusiasm, less from Fushiguro but the small smile made its appearance.

You grin at the warm parting goodbyes you had received from everyone on campus, giving them a little wave, “Keep studying hard. You three have so much potential, I want to hear about your growth in reports even when I’m overseas, okay?”

The three of them nod with a small bow before everyone perks up at the familiar presence behind you. A sly smile stretches across your features as you close your eyes with content, “And here I thought you were avoiding me.”

“I would never,” Gojo chirps, turning your attention fully towards him. His usual black blindfold over his eyes, standing proudly in his uniform. Offering you his elbow, he nudges his head towards the path of the school, “We can catch up on our walk.”

You give him a small nod, wrapping your hand around the crook off his arm while your other tugged at your suitcase. The sound of the little wheels rocked over the stone path, leaving Principal Yaga and the students on the steps of the dojo.

“They seem close,” Itadori points out cluelessly to which Kugisaki silently agrees. Maki, Panda, Toge and Nitta also join them on the wooden steps, watching the two of you get smaller and smaller. Gojo was obnoxiously laughing about something.

Fushiguro turns to the principal, “You think he’ll finally do it?”

Yaga guffaws, “He better.”

Confused, Kugisaki and Itadori both crinkle their noses, “Do what?”

“Propose,” the rest of the present members deadpan as if they had been rehearsing this for a long time.

“Tch—I still think [Y/L/N]-sensei could do better,” Maki grumbles, pushing her glasses further up the bridge of her nose.

“Ikura,” Inumaki shrugged, disappearing further into the collar of his jacket for a split moment before popping back up, hand gesturing to the teachers, “Tsuna, tsuna.”

Gojo had asked you about New York on your walk to the torii gate, and you were more than happy to tell him about all the types of people you encountered. He had only been to New York once for an overnight mission once, but you were stationed there for a lot longer. The culture shock was really something for you to note in comparison to Japan. The people were interesting but after a while, it made you more homesick than anything else.

“Time Square was really busy, but I’m not going to lie, it’s not as exciting as you would expect. Or maybe it wasn’t as fun being alone,” you shrugged slightly dejected. “What have you been up to all this time?”

The tall sorcerer reaches his hand up to gently tug a flower from a tree as he passes under it, “Working.”

You sigh again, briefly sparing a glance at Gojo, “We both have, but tell me more specifically about yoursel-”

Your words got caught on your lips as Gojo delicately wedges the stem of the flower behind your ear. You stutter, struggling to find your words, but your entire train of thoughts jets out of the station when he tugs his blindfold down to his neck.

Platinum locks fall over his forehead but it was hard to miss the shocking blue eyes watching you softly from above. The glacier caverns behind his eyes pull your hand up like a trance, the same one you could never cease falling for, like a mistake you never stop making no matter how many times you were reprimanded for it.

Stopping yourself short from his cheek, you snap out of your daze, apologizing for your actions but Gojo cupped your hand up to his skin, leaning into your touch.

The shocking warmth contrasted his pale complexion. His peachy undertone just barely noticeable under the shade of overhanging branches. You were… touching Gojo. The feeling of soft skin raised the hairs on your arms, a visible shiver tickled the back of your neck.

His smile grew softer, yet wide enough it put the Cheshire Cat to shame, “I’ve been working on myself.”

In an instant, Gojo gets down on one knee, your hand remains stiff from where it once was, unsure of what to do following the unbelievable contact it just made. The very kind you had been selfishly vying after for years, although it remained a secret of yours. Having finally, truly felt the warmth of his skin against your own, it almost seemed surreal.

Your owl-like eyes only widen even more when Gojo pulls a little black box out of his pocket from the corner of your eye. You take a step back in bewilderment, a hand coming up to your mouth as you watch the man before you, open the small, velvet coffer.

“I know I don’t always look like the type of guy who takes what you have to say seriously, but there are three things that I can remember of our exchanges. The first would be the first day you arrived on campus,” Gojo smiles, blue eyes never once breaking eye contact until he looked away to clear his throat. “You looked me dead in the eyes— squinted even—and told me I look like the type that was popular amongst women but never took them seriously.”

Hiding behind your hand, you laugh, nodding at the memory dancing clear as day in your head. Gojo, Getō and Ieiri were there to greet you and Principal Yaga upon arrival from the airport. Everyone else had given you a warm welcome but Gojo was a little cockier than the others, shamelessly giving you a twice-over before asking if you were single.

Gojo chuckles at himself, “Now the second most memorable thing you’ve also said to me was the night you left me in my room alone for the first time. Up until then, leaving and saying goodnight was a mutual thing, but that night you found out about Infinity and there were so many ways I could have talked my way into making you stay but you were right, as always. ”

You didn’t miss the way the sorcerer purses his lips to the side at the confession but he continues without missing a beat, “You basically told me, in your own… humble—is that the right word? Humble way that you couldn’t see us together. At first, I was upset. I went from desperately trying to cling onto what we had out of comfort to a split moment of anger because it felt like you were giving up.”

Crouching down to be eye-level with Gojo, you shook your head, “I would never give up Gojo, you know that.”

He nods, “I do, but at the time that wasn’t what it felt like. At least not until I thought about it for a while, but I realized that with as few words as possible, you were just trying to look out for me. I appreciate that.”

“Something you can only truly achieve on your own accords,” the both of you whisper in unison, smiles cracking and Gojo takes a deep breath.

“I spent a long time trying to change a habit I started out of fear and resentment and it was not easy. Who knew second-guessing yourself could procure so much anxiety in someone? Anyways, after a while I stopped trying but then you agreed to climb the roof for old time’s sake for some beer and I realized I wanted a motivator. I know as much as you wanted to help, you were sticking to your words of wanting me to figure myself out on my own because it would be healthier that way. Knowing that you were in some way, still waiting for me— wishful thinking or not —I ran with it. I asked Yaga for help and he made me this really weird-looking doll—anyways yeah. So here I am.”

A little surprised at the abrupt end to his retelling, you tilt your head at him, trying to figure out if there was more. Gojo’s eyes dart side to side, unable to decide which eye to look into as if he was learning to make eye contact for the first time.

You call him by his first time, audibly shaking the man from his reverie and his eyes blew wide, “I still love you, [Y/L/N] [Y/N] and I want to marry you.”

“How am I supposed to consent to this promise of a future marital arrangement if you don’t ask me,” you chuckle, cupping his cheeks with both your hands.

Gojo sighs in mock defeat with a playful roll of his eyes before smiling at you, “[Y/L/N [Y/N], wanna get married?”

It was your turn to sigh, coming to terms that the Gojo Satoru will never succumb to being a hundred percent serious, even with the important likes of a marriage proposal.

Nodding your head, you give into Gojo’s childish antics, “Yes, I’ll marry you, Satoru.”

The smile before you reaches his eyes, the triumph could be seen from a mile away as he took the thin, yet subtly detailed band, from the box, briefly shoving it haphazardly into his pocket before slipping the ring over your finger.

Knowing Gojo, he had a witty comment itching to be said but you pull him for a kiss, craning your neck just enough to shield yourselves from the public eyes outside the dojo with the back of his messy head.

God, you missed those stupid lips.

A cacophony of cheers echoes from where the campus residents were and you brace yourself. Only then did you decide to pull away leaving Gojo to stare at your lips before darting his eyes to meet yours. His expression, unreadable.

“You should change your last name to mine so we can mess with the new students next year,” Gojo breaks out into a fit of laughter as you sunk your fist into his shoulder.

Standing up in a stretch, you roll your eyes at the howling fox beneath you, “We can talk about name-changing when we get married. Until then, I have a flight to catch.”

Gojo jumps up from his spot on the ground, dusting off the pant leg that he had been kneeling on, “Leaving without kissing your future husband? That hurts.”

With your back turned, you purposely flip him your newly-adorned ring finger, “I am not marrying your terrible habit of being late, you’ll just have to wait for my return from battle.”

Gojo smiles to himself, satisfied with the way the ring caught in the sunlight; proud of the choice he made the purchase. Watching you descend down the stairs towards the car Ijichi had been waiting in, under his breath he whispers, “I’ll be waiting for you, sweets.”

I spun the concept of the Punching Bear from EP6 for the doll that Gojo requests from Yaga, but who wants to tell Gojo that the little bunny was just a decorative addition and did not in fact sense cursed spirits?

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monstersdownthepath · 3 years ago

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Demigod Dossier: Velstrac Demagogues, part 1

Pictured: Aroggus, the Abbey-Maker

Lawful Evil Mad Artists of the Shadow Plane

The Complete Book of the Damned, pg. 120~121 Additional information is also present in Adventure Path: Return of the Runelords: The City Outside of Time, pg. 74~79

Our second-ever Demigod Dossier, now fully in-swing! The Velstrac Demagogues are the rulers of the Shadow Plane and all the lives within, though many of said lives within aren’t really fans of them. Natives to the Netherworld find the presence of the Velstrac an annoyance at best and a threat to their lives at worst, and would much prefer if they went back to Hell where they came from, but unfortunately for everyone everywhere they don’t appear too eager to throw themselves into the jaws of the inferno just yet. Instead, they’re busy throwing themselves into the jaws of one another.

The Demagogues represent the pinnacle of a specific subset of the Velstrac’s twisted senses of ‘art’ and ‘perfection,’ either because they’ve mutilated themselves into something wholly unlike anything else that can, did, or could exist, or they’ve pioneered a form of artistry that other Velstrac couldn’t even conceptualize in the first place and gathered a fandom. It takes some very twisted, alien forms of thinking to become a Demagogue and get others rallied behind you, even moreso because the Velstrac themselves are, putting it kindly, completely out of their gourd. When your audience already expects the insane and outlandish, you have to go even further, and many of the fiends you’ll soon see have.

We’ll only be covering four in this initial post, with the rest to be saved for later...

Demagogues view mortals as little more than primal clay to be shaped, and thus see little worth in investing true divine power into them, worshipers receive Boons that are are relatively simple: a trio of spell-like abilities, each of which may be used 1/day. Boons are normally gained slowly, at levels 12, 16, and 20, however entering the Evangelist, Exalted, or Sentinel Prestige Classes can see the Boons gained as early as levels 10, 13, and 16. Note that while they are Lawful Evil fiends originally from Hell, they are not devils, thus you cannot enter the Diabolist Prestige Class to obtain their Boons without DM fiat.

Aroggus, the Abbey-Maker

Demagogue of Possibility, Revenge, and Sanctuary Domains: Evil, Law, Protection, Trickery Subdomains: Deception, Defense, Fear, Tyranny

Obedience: List the names of those who have wronged you until the writing covers a page, then consume the parchment. Benefit: Gain a +4 profane bonus on saving throws to resist compulsion effects.

What a completely normal, sane, and healthy thing to do! As the first of the Demagogues to flee from Hell, Aroggus is EXTREMELY angry at the devils for locking them up in the first place. Angry enough to want revenge on the whole of the diabolic race, as well as the Asura... Angry enough that he hasn’t yet even started getting around to enacting his revenge, instead just constantly thinking about and refining it as if no iteration of suffering is perfect enough to match his fury.

True to form, he wants you to ruminate in your anger rather than doing anything to enact your vengeance, blacking out a page with the names (or just one name) of all who’ve wronged you no matter how petty or insignificant the inconvenience they may have caused. Unfortunately, no two ways about it, you’re going to look insane (in the literal definition of the term) doing this every day, especially if you only have one or two people who’ve wronged you enough to get onto your list. Scrawling their name, front AND back, until the page is filled and then eating it is behavior that will raise eyebrows no matter who you’re adventuring with. Best to keep this one behind closed doors. Make sure you have a glass of activated charcoal after, because all of that ink day after day (unless you write with, I don’t know, berry juice or blood) is going to do amazingly terrible things to your constitution.

The benefit is good. Compulsions are typically Save-Or-Suck effects, so having more Save means less Suck for you later on. It’s useful at any point in your adventure, so I can’t say anything bad about it! My only wish is that it was a little stronger, since some other gods give +4 vs compulsion and charm effects.

Boon 1: Nondetection Boon 2: Forcecage Boon 3: Imprisonment

Nondectection is a good spell for those times when you need to sneak by diviners, hide magic items from scrutiny, avoid the gaze of a Paladin who’s a little too judicious with Detect Evil, or to add another layer of shroud over Invisibility and the like. It’s a spell that’s a pain to prepare every single day, but useful to have when you need it... but you only have one casting of it per day, so using it wisely is paramount. Ironically, it combines well with your own Divination to find out if you’ll even need it later. More often than not you won’t be using it at all except to idly ward yourself when going into town or diving into a dungeon.

Forcecage is a completely different animal, the offensive and defensive applications of the spell simply mind-blowing, to the point that keeping this to just one paragraph to save space is going to take some herculean effort on my part! So, the basics: Forcecage has two versions, both of which halt all movement through them: A 20ft square of force bars that allow spells, projectiles, and line-of-effect through, and a 10ft cube that blocks line-of-effect and all forms of magic and supernatural abilities. A Forcecage is effectively invincible (having Hardness 30 and 20hp/level) and impossible to move, so anyone trapped inside without the ability to teleport is likely to stay there for the spell’s duration. Also, to put it simply, shoving enemies in the cage is the main point, but if you cannot, a 10ft/20ft square is an enormous roadblock to stop up narrow passages with.

Which leaves Imprisonment, a portable hole you can shove all sorts of problems into, which will likely create new problems down the line if the target had anything you needed on them. I recommend knocking out a foe, stripping them of their valuables, and then shoving them into their baby jail for all eternity! With the Freedom spell being the only means to undo Imprisonment (even Wish and Miracle fail), you’ll have no actual way to undo the spell against any target you cast it on for one or two more levels, if at all (depending on the party composition). Make sure to use it only when the villain has no MacGuffins, or is a powerful recurring threat. Imprisonment works on anything and everything capable of failing the Will save (take note, anyone wanting to fight Kaiju, Great Old Ones, or Spawn of Rovagug), which gets a -4 penalty if you know the target’s name and some facts about its life, so famous villains are even more vulnerable to being thrown into the Eternity Marble!

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Barravoclair, Lady of the Final Gasp

Demagogue of the Elderly, Fatalistic Insights, Resurrection Domains: Death, Evil, Healing, Law Subdomains: Murder, Restoration, Resurrection, Undead

Obedience: Practice breath control, holding your breath until you nearly pass out. Benefit: Gain a +4 profane bonus on checks to resist drowning and on saves against inhaled poisons.

A hell of a step down in terms of unhealthiness in terms of Aroggus, and significantly less suspicious, too. Breath control is practiced by people of all stripes, from athletes to explorers to simple monks attempting more profound meditation. While ‘nearly passing out’ is skirting an edge most people won’t approach, it’s not exactly as dangerous for you as, say, inhaling water or eating poison every day. Without any materials needed, the Lady of the Final Gasp is one of the simplest and probably the single cheapest Obedience ritual one could ask for! There is a minor caveat in that races who can’t breathe can’t technically do this Obedience at all, but those aren’t the audience Barravoclair wants anyway.

Unfortunately, the benefit is as weak as the Obedience is easy to do. Drowning is unlikely to come up as a danger unless you’re physically dragged into the water by a monster (which means holding your breath likely isn’t an option anyway), and inhaled poisons are the least common poison type in the game. Against the odd Catoblepas or Green Dragon it will come in handy, but it’s protection from injury poison you really need, which the Lady of the Final Gasp doesn’t provide.

Boon 1: Speak With Dead Boon 2: Resurrection Boon 3: Soul Bind

Alright, let’s face it. Some days, you need Speak With Dead to keep the plot running smoothly. Whether your overzealous DPS kills everyone in the room, your Fireball-lobbing Sorcerer kills everyone in the room, or your summoner’s unchained beasts kill everyone in the room, chances are at some point in your career you’re going to save the party a lot of headaches by being able to pull answers from a corpse. Having Speak With Dead available every day will likely not matter 80% of the time (meaning you can typically use it at your leisure just before going to bed), but much like with Water Breathing and spells like Remove Curse and Neutralize Poison, having it for those 20% of times you need it can keep the wheels spinning and stop unneeded side quests.

... And speaking of side quests and things you’ll need once in a blue moon, Resurrection? For free? Even 1/day? With the hefty cost of 10,000gp for the normal spell, even a well-off party will feel the impact every single time they have to use Rez, but the removal of the cost ups the power level of the spell by a margin so enormous that it doesn’t really matter what Boon you get before or after this one; THIS boon rewards worship of Barravoclair enough to justify putting up with her empty benefit. Even without factoring in the ability to raise party members, you can now curry favor with people of all stripes and demand all forms of insane payments for your ability to raise centuries-old dead at no cost but time... or do your work for free and call in favors at a later date. Do note, however, that you’ll also need someone else on standby to remove the negative levels/stat drain caused by the resurrection process.

I said it didn’t matter what the third Boon was and I stand by it. Unlike with the free Rez above, Soul Bind’s enormous cost still makes its use as anything but a once-per-campaign finisher of an annoying enemy irritating and unfeasible. Spell-likes normally require no components, but Soul Bind operates in a gray area of the rules in that its focus component becomes the subject for the spell, meaning that a DM can very easily and very rightly say you DO require the gemstone whose value must equal or exceed the target’s HD x 1,000. Binding even a simple 5 CR creature requires the tall order of a 5,000gp gemstone, and if you want to use it on a target that’s worthwhile, it gets expensive fast. It’s way cheaper and easier to just hire a Cacodaemon.

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Fharaas, the Seer in Skin

Demagogue of Experience, Murder, and Patterns Domains: Evil, Knowledge, Law, Repose Subdomains: Ancestors, Fear, Memory, Souls

Obedience: Study the interior of a freshly severed limb. Benefit: You are immune to bleed effects that deal 6 damage or less.

This Obedience is deceptively simple for what its implication is. You’d best get yourself a Sack Of Rats or have access to a lot of disposable prisoners (or the Regenerate spell)! But thankfully, there’s some wiggle room in the wording: ‘freshly severed’ means no cheating and using Gentle Repose on the same arm over and over, but it ALSO means you can carry around a single corpse and slowly slice it apart, as the limbs themselves don’t have to be fresh, just freshly cut off for the purpose of the ritual. Also, you can use the bodies of Undead, Constructs, and any other creature that technically has severable limbs! Though Fharaas, the Seer In Skin, will likely punish you if your ritual doesn’t involve the examination of actual flesh.

You’re going to look really weird, is what I’m saying. At least if someone barges in on you, you can claim you’re inspecting them for something or other. Infection, signs of magic, etc, whatever you can come up with to blunt the blow. You can cover yourself moderately well by being a butcher or a hunter in your day job, as the severed limb doesn’t have to be human, or even sapient (hence why I suggest a Sack Of Rats), letting you freely slice up and examine your kills.

Bleed effects are fairly uncommon in the grand scheme of things but are also a pain in the neck to deal with in the middle of battle, so this giving a +4 bonus aga--wait, sorry, hold on no, this isn’t a bonus to saving throws? Or skill checks to heal bleed? It just... Stops them if they deal 6 or less damage? You don’t even have to make a save?

Okay. Okay, alright. So you’re just immune to bleed, then?

More or less, really. There are very few monsters that deal more than d6 bleed damage with their attacks (be warned that higher-level ones can sometimes stack their bleed!), and this ability also works on the rare but dreaded stat bleed, and off the top of my head there are NO monsters that deal more than a d4 dice in stat bleed damage. My main problem is that it doesn’t reduce the bleed damage you take by 6, so taking even 1 more point of bleed damage makes this ability useless. Still, though it’s fairly narrow, being effectively immune to a dangerous and irritating status ailment at level 3 or so (when bleed is at its most threatening) is well worth taking up butchery.

Boon 1: Keen Edge Boon 2: Vision Boon 3: Foresight

Keen Edge is a spell you absolutely want to slap onto any vaguely pirate-y or hoity-toity party member you may have, as cutlasses, rapiers, and scimitars all leap from a dangerous 18~20 critical range to a terrifying 15~20, meaning they threaten to critically strike 1 out of every 4 attacks instead of just once every other fight or so. With a duration of 10 min/level, the enchantment will likely last multiple fights even if you only have it 1/day, but unfortunately it refuses to stack with any crit-boosting enchantments or feats the wielder may already possess, lessening its usefulness as your adventure goes on and your martial party members pick up increasingly fancy gear and pad out their collection of feats. Still, it’s useful for when you get it, and will remain useful for several levels after.

Vision is a whole different beast, and a dangerous one at that. It operates as the Legend Lore spell but vastly accelerated, allowing you to scrape the public consciousness for any information it may have on a specific person, place, or thing. I’ve complained about the general niche uses of Legend Lore before, but Vision grants the information in a much shorter time (a single standard action) at the cost of a potential for failure and a slap of fatigue whether you succeed or not. I don’t like 1/days that do nothing on a failure, but since Vision is purely a downtime spell (unless you need to know the boss’ weakness or info on the Evil Doom Artifact right now immediately), it’s not as much of an impediment to lose out on whatever information it could give you. That being said, the DM will likely have ways for you to do whatever plot-relevant research you need anyway, so Vision is more of a way to speed up the process than anything.

Which leaves Foresight, a spell whose main benefit relies intensely on DM cooperation, as I’ve ranted about here. Mechanically it’s fairly unimpressive, but if the DM reads the spell carefully, they should realize it gives whoever you cast it on a 6-second glance into the future at all times. Whatever horrors befall the victim 6 seconds from now should spring into your mind before they happen, making you the best trap radar on the planet, and the spell’s warnings for the best ways to protect yourself will urge the DM to grant you information about the enemy’s capabilities you may never otherwise know... but what do you expect from 9th level magic? It SHOULD be filling you in with details you’d never figure out!

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Inkariax, the White Death

Demagogue of Preservation, Absolute Cold, and Solitude Domains: Evil, Law, Void, Water Subdomains: Fear, Ice, Isolation, Slavery

Obedience: Inventory your collection of hoarded knickknacks, reciting your unique name for each item as you do Benefit: Gain a +4 profane bonus on saving throws to resist effects that would petrify or paralyze you.

God, finally, someone normal. At worst you’ll look like someone with a few obsessive issues, but at least you won’t look like a menace to society as you lay out your, I dunno, marbles or bone dice or dolls or what have you and make note that they’re still there, cooing to them with names only you know. It’s fitting for Inkariax, of all the Demagogues, to have an Obedience that requires no self-harm, physically or psychologically; unlike all the rest, he was born perfect and doesn’t need to chase after it. Instead, he pursues finding perfection in others, freezing and collecting people and items he believes represent perfection in whatever unusual way he desires that day (having perfect posture, or a perfect scream, or a perfect pair of eyes, etc). Much like him, you’re encouraged to expand a collection of whatever you deem perfect and desirable, which you’re often going to do just over the course of normally adventuring. I’ve yet to see a player character that doesn’t start amassing all sorts of junk in their pockets the moment they get a Bag of Holding or similar.

Indeed, you can just pick up whatever catches your fancy, be it stones, sticks, or severed bits of an enemy, though I’m sure Inkariax will ever-so-slowly raise a disapproving eyebrow if you just pick up any old junk. Make sure to curate your collection now and then! Being able to perform this Obedience with anything you happen to gather is especially helpful if you’re ever separated from your collection (always a danger) and need to start again, but note that each item you gain in your collection must have a completely unique name. That’s only really a danger for especially RP-heavy campaigns, but in such campaigns Worship of the White Death isn’t for everyone who just names all their collected bird feathers Jeffery. Start getting in the habit of stretching out your inventory sheet with names for all your items!

The benefit you get from lovingly counting up all your stolen statuettes and dusty books is resistance to two of the worst status effects in the game. While petrification is relatively rare it typically appears in Save-Or-Suck form, which makes protection against it far more valuable than, say, protection against something like the far more common fatigue or exhaustion. Paralysis is an ailment just short of a death sentence by itself, costing the victim their turn at best and their life at worst, so even a +4 between you and that is something you need to cling to with your entire being.

Boon 1: Sleet Storm Boon 2: Sequester Boon 3: Microcosm

Sleet Storm is a very simple spell with a decent number of functions. Its Long range means that any enemy in your line of sight can potentially be a target, letting you lash out easily at ranged enemies or dangerous casters by creating a 40ft-wide and 20ft-tall area of concealing sleet that’s impossible for any vision to pierce (except the rare and niche Snowsight or Fogcutter Lenses). Anyone inside will have to rely on Tremorsense or Blindsense (though the jury’s out on if the splashing of the sleet would confound those, as well) to navigate it, and 40ft of difficult terrain can feel impossible to clamber through when you start right in the middle of it with no idea which way is the way you need to go. It’s one of the strongest vision-blockers in the game due to its immunity to common tactics that thwart lesser spells (Gust of Wind, True Seeing, etc), forcing enemies to either blow their valuable uses of Dispel Magic or suffer for its entire duration. My only complaint is that you only get it 1/day and that it screws over your party just as hard if you use it incorrectly.

Sequester is as niche a use spell as there ever was for players, requiring a bit of forethought about what or who you’d want to hide with it. The target must be willing or inanimate to be affected, so tricking an enemy via Charm or Dominate into accepting the spell can keep them fresh as a daisy for weeks at a time if you ever have a reason to do such a thing. More often than not you’ll use it to conceal items you seriously don’t want seen or detected, such as a Bag of Holding or similar loaded with your collection of knickknacks or emergency supplies, a particular hostage, an NPC you need to keep alive, or your phylactery if you’re a Lich. If you’re especially sadistic, using it on an item someone else needs and throwing it into a well or a hoard of other objects will keep them occupied for a while. If you’re a more martial character, using it to hide your armor is viable, making it seem as though you’re invincible when enemy blows bounce straight off, or even your weapon to confound your enemies who seem to be taking wounds from an unseen item. Your mime routine will be killer, literally! Just... Just don’t drop the thing, because in the heat of battle you’re never going to find it.

Microcosm is one of the best spells you can hurl into a crowd of commoners or a swarm of foes meant to gum you up instead of actually threaten you. Its 30 HD limit will mean it likely will only strike one or two creatures capable of actually threatening you, but it’s brutal even then. The spell is permanent, trapping your victims in an illusory world in which everything goes right for them even as their bodies starve to death in the waking world. Anything with less than 10 HD is automatically affected with no saving throw, the spell easily mopping up mobs, while anything with 11~15 HD escapes automatically after 10 min... per level you have. On a successful save. There’s Save-Or-Suck, and then there’s the immensely rare Save-And-Suck! No wonder Microcosm is ONLY on the Psychic’s list! Anything with more than 16 HD is unaffected if they succeed their save, but all their allies are likely in an everlasting dreamland now. The big issue is that the HD restriction is way tighter than you may think; creatures, especially at higher levels, usually do NOT have HD matching their CR, but if you’re mainly battling level-appropriate Humanoid or Monstrous Humanoid creatures, Microcosm is fairly reliable in such battles, as those foes typically have HD that roughly matches their CR. But if you’re up against, say, Dragons or Outsiders, good luck bud.

Side note: Microcosm and Sequester used in combination make for excellent ways to start your own morbid collection of living creatures, just like your icy master! Just make sure you have some non-Divination means of seeing them, as Sequester blocks even True Sight.

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thesweetestkimberry · 4 years ago

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Can you do a request for me? Dabi × latina reader?

It can be whatever, i just enojy reading your writings

the one where dabi gets hurt

pairings: dabi x latina!reader

summary: dabi gets hurt and you patch him up, that’s all your relationship has been. until now.

warnings: spanish, crushing, blood, stitching and stapling skin, it’s dabi,

notes: hi! you pretty much let me do whatever so this is what i came up with! i hope you all enjoy!

『° 。✰˚⋆☾⋆。✰°』

living in a world where about 80 percent of the population has quirks sounds easy, and with pro heroes in every nation, you think things would be okay. but with the rise of good, there’s always the rise of evil.

you always wondered what it must be like for those who’s partners worked in the field either as pro heroes or in the law. constantly worrying about their safety, praying they return home another day, the insurance.

even for as much as the hero society did for the general population, getting paid for being a hero never really sat right with you. not that you hated pro heroes, you just didn’t necessarily agree with their system.

not long before stain made a name for himself as the “hero killer”, you had bumped into a bleeding dabi in an alleyway on your way back home.

you knew exactly who he was, and you knew what he was fighting for, so you offered to help him. at first, he threatened you, shooting a flame in your direction as he stumbled, smearing his blood along the brick.

after some nasty words and convincing, you managed to get him into your home and sent him on his way later that night.

after that first meeting, he would return to your place at ungodly times of the night to get patched up. tonight was no different.

you were currently in your kitchen, wondering what you wanted for dinner. sipping on a glass of water, you didn’t notice the window above the fire escape open, not until you heard a crash from behind you.

snapping your neck towards the sound, you cursed at who just wrecked your coffee table.

“Jesus christ, dabi.” you scold, removing your apron and rushing over to him, sitting him on your couch and turning on your side lamp. as the dark room lit up, you gasped at his appearance.

“hey doll...” he said with a grunt, pressing a hand to his side in pain, “what happened to you?” you ask him, pulling out the large first aid kit you kept under the couch just for dabi.

“got in a bit of trouble with some guys at a bar, no biggie.” he explains, attempting to sit up, only to groan and return back to his original position, “ay no mames, ‘no biggie’ my ass dabi, they fucked you up.” you scoff, holding his face in your hands and turning his head at different angles, checking for any injuries that needed immediate attention.

“take this off.” you say motioning to his shirt before you open the first aid kit, pulling out the already sterilized needle and thread.

“if you wanted me to get naked you could’ve just asked, dollface.” he teases, crying out when you jab a deep laceration on what’s left of his original torso. you also noticed his sin grafts were torn in some places, meaning you’d have to staple them back into place.

you make a noise of distaste and begin cleaning what you needed to properly seal the wound. “sin vergüenza, y luego nomas vienes a mi casa sangrando y roto.” you scold him, he rolls his eyes at your words.

for as long as you’d known dabi, he managed to pick up some spanish, mostly to be able to talk shit about shigaraki in front of his face, but it also didn’t mean he was good at it. he loved listening to you speak in your mother tongue, even if he got lost due to how fast you would go when you weren’t paying attention.

and when you sang in spanish, it was like dabi fell in love all over again. wait... fell in love?..

aw shit

dabi watched you stitch his skin back together, not in a professional way whatsoever, but in a pattern he’d seen you use to repair the tears in his clothing. he chuckled a bit at that thought, making him wince.

after a particularly harsh stitch, he flinched, “fuck (y/n), you trying to finish what they started?” he asked, looking down to see you finished with the wound, making your way back into the first aid box to grab the stapler.

“maybe i wouldn’t have to if you didn’t pick fights at bars.” you say grabbing what you need, checking to make sure it was sufficiently loaded.

“these are at a weird angle, do you mind if i..” you say gesturing to his lap, “not at all doll.” he responds smugly, watching the way you crawled onto his lap, caging him in between your thick thighs.

“que no te muevas.” you warn, getting close to push his skin grafts and skin back together before stapling it back into place, “i won’t!” he defends.

dabi admired you. he admired your values, your ideas, your lifestyle and your whole. he liked coming over when he wasn’t too injured, especially while you were cleaning and singing your heart out on the weekends.

he helped you cook sometimes too, even if it was more forcing him to help you. the way you’d show him how to cut vegetables or meat and prepare it was all new to him. in the league, it was mostly takeout and whatever they could find, so it was nice to know how to actually make meals and take them back with him for the others.

he watched your brows furrowed in concentration while you stapled his skin, the sound of the mechanics making you flinch, almost as if it was hurting you.

“thank you.” he mumbled out, the way your head shot up to stare at him in surprise made him warm. “they must’ve hit your head too hard.” you tease, going back down to continue your work, only for him to take your chin in between his fingers and lift your head to stare at you.

“i’m serious. i-i know i don’t say it and i know i can be an ass, but what you do seriously means a lot.” he says almost shyly, looking away from the way your eyes seemed to bore into his soul. the warmth of your chocolate eyes comforting him. even the way your hair fell around your shoulder entranced him, watching the way the curls bounced at the slightest movement.

“you don’t need to thank me.” was all you said, too shy to look into his eyes, eyes that always made you feel like you were swimming in the most tropical oceans.

you savored the way his muscle felt under the skin without drawing too much attention to yourself, chalking it up to you working on fixing him.

“your face...” you coo gently, your hands moving up to cup his cheeks without thinking. his arms went from being thrown over the back of the couch to his hands being gently placed on your hips.

“dabi i,” you began, a quick kiss to your hand cut you off, “i know doll.. me too.”

and with that said, you month leaned into one another, lips meeting his. the kiss had your heart beating as fast as it was the day you met him. you could feel his hands gripping your hips now, trying to pull you close as you pulled him into a deeper kiss.

before the two of you could do more however, he gasped in pain and jerked back, “shit, i’m so sorry,” he shook his head, signifying it wasn’t your fault, “nah, just go easy on me.” he chuckled at your worried face, touched that someone cared for him at all.

right as he leaned back in, you pressed a finger to his lips, effectively stopping him, “come on babe, what gives?”

“si no te vayas a limpiarte, ya no te voy a besar”

“aw don’t be like that!”

#dabi x reader #bnha dabi #dabi x you #latina reader #dabi fluff #mha dabi #dabi x y/n

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cripplingaddictions · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu boys when you get injured playing your sport pt.2

Oikawa, Tsukishima, Tendo, Asahi, Kageyama

Summary: The first one was really fun to write, so here is part 2! This is some others and how I think they’d react when you get hurt during sport!

Warnings: Explicit mention of blood and open wounds

A/N: I’d like to thank everyone for over 100 followers! Yes, I know that doesn’t seem like many but it’s a big deal to me, so thank you!! I also appreciate the patience with my messed up writing schedule <3 ...Tendo’s got really long and Kageyama’s got a little angsty whoops

Oikawa:

As one who suffers from a sport injury himself, Oikawa is constantly aware of the possibility

Reminds you before every game of hockey to stay safe

His tone may be lighthearted when he says it, but he’s very serious

He knows the ins and outs of stretching and the recovery process for injuries

Usually, he doesn’t come to your games, mostly because he’s busy or he's afraid of getting recognised

When you get home or see him next, he’d ask out the game and listen with excitement and interest

He definitely does research on the game too

This time, he was so glad he went

To avoid being recognised, he wore a cap and sunglasses, standing at the back of the spectators

His height allowed him to easily watch you from the crowd

You were really hyped for the game, knowing your opponents were going to be tough

Unfortunately, your team was struggling with the game

The other team was scoring goal after goal, and you couldn’t keep up

You ran back to defend the goal, in the way for an approaching player

They were ready to score, and you were ready to dive in

The urgency and pressure of the situation got to your head, and you ran towards them with anger

You let out a cry, charging towards the hockey ball

In the back of your mind, you knew Oikawa wouldn’t be impressed with how you lost your patience

And you were right

He treaded closer to the game, his eyebrows furrowed and his arms crossed

“Y/N... Don’t get ahead of yourself”

He whispered, wishing you could hear him

Your opponent placed the ball in position to swing for goal

But you had gotten too far ahead of yourself

They swung their hockey stick

Your ankle was in the way

Usually, you wouldn’t be too bothered, bruises littering your ankle for a week after

This time, the stick was made of aluminium

The impact and pain that shot through your ankle brought you to the ground

Pain unbearable, you dropped your own stick and held your food

“Ow, ow, ow”

You mumbled sloppily, tears, saliva, and snot dribbling over your lips

You wanted to stand up and keep playing but the pain continued like an unforgiving clamp tightening on your ankle

Suddenly aware of how you look, you wiped your mouth from the fluids

You heard a whistle blow, but the pain caused for stars to dance in your vision

“Y/N-chan, eyes up here”

The stars from your eyes cleared, the sight of your boyfriend crouching next to you on the field shining through

You couldn’t form words, not that they would have helped

He immediately moved to take your shoe off, seeing how it had already started to swell

It blew up like a balloon before your very eyes

“I’ll carry you”

Oikawa whispered, sliding an arm around your back and the other securely under your knees

Lifting you up, he escorted you off the field

He didn’t let you ride in the ambulance your coach called by yourself, holding your hand the whole way

It was definitely a bad break, being a pain through the recovery process as you could hardly apply any pressure on the foot

You were in a cast, and Oikawa wrote a lovey-dovey message on it that took up half the space

Once you were out of it Oikawa knew all the right physiological stretches in order to get you back on your feet to play again

He did a great job taking care of you, and you couldn't thank him more

Tsukishima:

Doesn’t effect your relationship that you were into swimming as that was not why he loved you

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like how you are training so hard for it

It’s the passion and love for swimming that he wishes he had for volleyball

To be honest, Tsukishima wouldn’t be worried about you getting hurt

He thinks swimming is not a very hazardous sport

Which is fairly true, so you don’t get injured during a specific race or anything

Your injury shows up slowly over time

Originally you shook it off, expecting that the soreness in your shoulders was just your muscles tired after a long two hours of lap after lap

However, it started getting worse, and you began to tell Tsukishima your concerns

He’d say something like, “Then just take your time at training. I can’t do anything about it. What did you expect me to say?”

Let’s be real, he’s kind of worried

Especially as he began to notice how you would wince after taking your bag off your shoulders, or if you reached up to the top shelf

The day he realised that you needed to get them checked out was when you had walked to his place after training

The whole walk there the straps of your bag felt a lot heavier

Your shoulders hurt, but the left was the worst one by fair

Shifting the weight of your bag to your right shoulder, you gave the left a rest

Soon enough you knocked on Tsukishima’s door and he opened quickly after

You dropped your bag inside the door and rubbed your shoulder

“Oi, Y/N, are you okay?”

Tsukishima asked, the way your sighed making his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly

“Yeah, but my shoulder is pretty bad”

You tell him, hoping that he’ll show some sympathy

He scooped up your bag and called for you to follow him to the couch

He left you there, leaving momentarily to drop your bag with your wet swimmers into the laundry

Soon, he plopped down on the couch beside you and turned on the tv

Carefully, he pulled you onto his lap and you instinctively dropped your head onto his shoulder

Instead of huffing slightly like he usually did, you pushed you forward

“No, sit towards my knees”

You obeyed him, and he hovered his fingers over your shoulders

Smiling once you realised what he was going to do, you let him work his nibble fingers into your shoulders

He stopped if you whined, asking where to go from there

It really helped, you never realised how good Tsukishima was with his fingers (no... not like that)

You were putty in his hands, completely relaxed as you watched the tv

Once you felt the tension was mostly gone, Tsukishima scooted out from underneath you to book a scan

When you had it, you discovered you had Bursitis

(A/N: I have this in my shoulder and it sucks)

This required for lots of rest, icing, and careful exercise

You were off swimming for almost three months before Tsukishima was convinced that you could handle tending to it afterwards

When you got back to swimming, you wore a sling on the worst days and Tsukishima carried your bag for you

He raised his hand in class if you needed to ask a question, and made sure you never had to overexert your left arm

His favourite thing to do was tease you even more about having to get him to get stuff off the top shelves

You were shorter than him, but now you need him even more

When you use your condition as a counterargument he always says “aww, poor baby Y/N”

No doubt, he does certainly cared for you, but get ready for a long road ahead for the both of you

Tendo:

You’re a figure skater! And how he loves to watch you skate!

He gets so excited, you have no idea

Whether you are in a competition, or if you are just practicing, he gets so giddy and proud while watching you glide across the ice

Thinks you look so good in the costumes, no matter your body type

If you were to have to travel internationally for a competition, you bet he’d be coming with you

Tendo does get into trouble when he disturbs your practise at the rink

But you always invite him to watch any time, not caring what your coach thought

Super supportive of you, it’s not funny

However, what is funny is that he has no idea all the technical terms or how the point system works

So, when he watches you during a comp, he’ll greet you off the ice with:

“BABE, THAT FANCY THING YOU DID WITH YOUR ARMS AFTER YOU LANDED FROM THE SPINNING-TOP-JUMPY-THING YOU DID WAS SO SEXY! YOU’VE GOT TO WIN! YOU LOOKED SO GOOD, MY PARADISE”

You double over in laughter every time he says something like that

You only just manage out a “Thank you, Tori” before you’re ushered off to get your score

The score you were appointed is half decent, placing you in third place

When you go to find Tendo so you can sit with him while watching the rest of the skaters, he appalled

“PARADISE, YOU DESERVED MUCH BETTER THAN THAT! I’D HAVE GIVEN YOU A 634.53!!”

“Satori, that’s basically impossible for a short program”

“I DON’T CARE BECAUSE IT IS WHAT YOU DESERVE”

It’s kind of embarrassing, in a large rink of people, for him to be yelling like that

But... it’s all because he thinks you are incredibly talented

Which is very sweet

Anyways, you injure yourself at practice

Tendo had just got of his volleyball practice at Shiratorizawa and decided to swing by the rink

You were staying in late, your coach and the rest of the skaters had gone home, so it was just you and a few workers at the rink

Tendo burst in, the goofy grin on his face that cases his eyes to be forced shut by the adorable purity of it

You were focusing on a quadruple axel that you hadn’t perfected when he arrived

“Good evening, paradise! How are you-”

You had been halfway through the jump when you peeled your eyes open

Immediately happy to see him, you smiled brightly

But, your excitement cost you the landing

You slipped, landing harshly onto the ice on your hip with a thud, the water soaking into your tights

“Y/N!”

Tendo dropped his bags, running and sliding his lanky body across the ice on his knees to where you had sprawled out

There was certainly going to be really bad bruise there, you could tell

But the coolness of the ice made your hip numb to the pain

“Are you okay? I scared you, didn’t I?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way Tendo was leaning over you, now having soaked knees too

“Yeah, you did”

“Let’s take you home and have a nice warm shower, hey?”

You agreed, leading him off the ice with both of your hands in his, because the psycho had run onto the ice with no skates on

The two of you walked home, the whole time you noticing the numbness leaving your hip

While having your shower, you checked your hip to find a dark purple bruise the size of your hand, raw to the touch

You took a shower, afterwards putting on some underwear and one of your boyfriend’s large shirts

Leaving your room, you enter the living room find Tendo sprawled on the couch

He made a comment about how good you look, leaving you giggling

You grabbed an icepack from the freezer and a tea towel to wrap it in

Laying on top of Tendo, you rolled on your side to have your bruised hip facing the ceiling

“Whatcha got there?”

Tendo asked

You flashed the icepack in front of his face, before quickly wrapping it up

Pulling the oversized shirt over your hip, you exposed the bruise to your boyfriend

“This is what you did to me, you scary man”

You joke, poking him in the cheek

The colour drained from his face in a split second, and he let out a cry of agony

“No! I’m so sorry! How can I make you feel better?”

He leaned over you, pressing scattered kisses over the bruise and mumbling sorry between each one

You knew he was trying to be feathery with his kisses, but the slightest pressure hurt

So, you pushed his head away

“Ow, Tori, that hurts. You can hold the ice for me”

He does as he’s told and you thank him, kindly

He has eagle eyes on you constantly after that, acting like your personal bodyguard

Makes sure he’s always on the side that is bruised at school, so that no one can bump it

Lines your bed with pillows, as to not accidentally bump it on the wall

Stops you from walking if you don’t have to, in which you tell him he’s fine

You try reassuring him by saying that it could have been worse, but that makes him even more wary when you skate knowing that worse could happen to you

Asahi:

He’s adorable, constantly being supportive during your games of netball

Out of everyone, he’s the most likely to be worried about possible injury

Even though it’s a fairly safer sport, Asahi makes sure that you are reminded of every possible scenario that he had made up in his head before a game

You’d shut him up with a kiss to the lips, but he’ll be trembling when you walk away

Understands the game, not needing much help with keeping up with points or rules

He’ll calm down eventually while watching you play, focusing on silently praising you

Secretly a fan of the uniform, don’t tell anyone - he’d be so embarrassed

Doesn’t come to practice often because of the clashes with his volleyball training

When you got injured during a game, thank goodness Nishinoya had joined him to cheer you on

The energy Nishinoya brought to the sidelines motivated Asahi to cheer more too

Usually, you’d wave to him after getting a point and he’d wave back

But you could actually hear him because of Noya

You had in the back of your head to thank him for bringing him out of his shell

Have of the reason he never went to your practice because he was scared the other players would have thought he was some creepy middle-aged man there to stare at them in their uniforms

That’s why he always came to your games without fail, to make up for it and because he felt safer from a distance

However, Nishinoya had dragged him to the front, which he was hesitant about at first

But when he saw how excited you were to see him so close made him smile

You were in perfect position to receive the ball in order to shoot

Your teammates passed back and forth, approaching you slowly

“I’m free! Guys!”

You gained their attention, and they sent the ball your way

You caught it and immediately shot for the goal while the opponents were distracted

“Come on, Y/N!”

Both Nishinoya and Asahi shouted, Noya obviously the loudest

The first shot missed, but you quickly caught it and shot again

This time, the ball landed through the hoop and the whistle blown to confirm that it was a point

You could hear Asahi and Nishinoya celebrating on the sidelines

Pumping your fists in the air, you brushed your forearm against the goal post

A nail had been sticking out of it, slicing through your skin

You immediately hissed, the pain stinging dramatically

You grab your arm, searching to find a massive gash down the length of your forearm

Blood poured from the wound and you called your coach

They immediately brought you off once they saw the red liquid

Asahi was worried, slipping around to where you were holding a towel to your arm

Hissing in pain, you found Asahi approaching

“Y-Y/N, what happened?”

He could see the pain laced into your face, shaking nervously

You wanted to hide it, afraid of how he would react

Carefully, you removed the damp cloth from the wound with a hiss as the air hit the tenderness

“I’m gonna need stitches”

You hissed through your teeth, turning to show Asahi

By then Nishinoya had arrived by Asahi, and at the perfect time

One look at the way your arm had been split open with blood gushing from the open wound...

And Asahi had fainted

Luckily Nishinoya was there to catch him and lower him to the ground

Now you were more worried for Asahi than yourself, to be honest

With Asahi out of commission, your coach had to take you to get you almost twenty stitches

Nishinoya stayed back to make sure Asahi woke up safely, and when he did, he was anxiously asking where you were and how you were

Asahi dropped into your place after finding out you were out of hospital, pulling you into a hug

Of course you made sure he was okay after his episode too

Constant tender touches while you healed, and soft kisses over the patch on your arm

He treated you like an absolute princess, especially after Nishinoya had scared him again by saying “I think she’ll need to get it amputated” right after he woke up

Fainted again when he went with you to get the stitches removed

Kageyama:

This boy does not get rugby at all

He tries, because he’s smart enough to pick it up if he wanted to

But, he’s more impressed with sports that involve more ‘thinking and skill’

What is impressive to him, however, is how fit and strong you are

Even though he is still taller than you, he almost feels like you are the bigger person in the relationship with the muscle you have

Likes being small spoon with your figure

Silently admires your athletic ability, and thinks you are really cool whenever you make a massive run down the field

Kageyama likes to watch when you win

He gets so blushy and excited when you bound into his arms after a good game

Unfortunately, he’s very busy with volleyball, unable to make many training sessions or games

He tries his hardest to be at your training grounds in time to walk home with you

He tries to keep his Saturday’s free to be with you or at your games

Recently, he had been even more busy, and this week he couldn’t make it too

This team had been tough, with a lot of bigger players

You were sort of struggling to break past them, unable to score any tries

All you remember was receiving the ball, trying to break through the wall they had created

You had run headfirst into the players, and the next thing you knew...

You woke up in hospital

Your head was wrapped up, and it thumped painfully

Trying to sit up hurt your head, so you laid back down

With how fuzzy your head was, you failed to notice Kageyama sitting in the corner with a carton of milk

He had been anxiously twiddling his thumbs while emptying carton after carton

When your eyes opened, he shot up, hurrying to your bedside

You finally noticed him, smiling softly at the pout on his lips and the shine of glossiness in his eyes

“Tobio...”

Even speaking hurt your head

“Don’t speak if it hurts”

Kageyama basically read your mind, taking your hand in his and placing your open palm on his cheek

“You’re such a dumbass, scaring me like that”

He rested his head on the bed next to you on the bed

You glided your thumb over his cheek, watching as the pout on his lips began to tremble slightly

Whining slightly in order to awe at him, you whispered

“I’m sorry...”

“Why did it happen the one game I can’t make it... damn it... I should have been there”

You shifted your head, ignoring the pain, in order to get a better view of him

His dark blue eyed were sparkling with tears, and you mumbled

“No... baby...”

Kageyama ignored you, turning to press his face into the white sheet on your thighs, blinking back his tears

“I was scared...”

He mumbled in a cracked voice into your thigh

You took his face in your hands and carefully pulled him towards your face

Giving him a kiss to his nose, you let him lay his head on your chest

“Don’t cry... I’m here”

You croaked, threading your fingers through his raven hair

The recovery process was long and hard, having received severe head trauma

You were in hospital for another day after you woke up for tests and to make sure you could stand without fainting

Kageyama stayed with you the entire time, only leaving when your parents insisted he get some sleep

After this, your parents were certain you could marry him, not kidding

He treated you like glass whenever he saw you, especially when you took the time off school

He would accidentally yell at you if he saw you up and about, but immediately took it back and apologised

Poor Hinata got all of Kageyama’s pent up anger about everything, being unable to yell at you

When you return to school, he’s like your shadow, following you around and making sure you’re drinking enough water

Reassure him that it wasn’t his fault and that you’re not going anywhere

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