The Deep

Based on Herogasm (I'm so sorry I wrote this 🐙)

Doctor Spencer Reid

Reluctant Therapist Doctor Reid 🥼

Drake Parker

*It was the night of the storm and Drake's concert in the park had unfortunately been cancelled due to the heavy rains. But since Drake and Josh had practically invited everyone they knew to see Drake live this culminated in everyone gathered at the Parker-Nichols home. The power had gone out and the only light source were candles throughout the home. The entire thing created an intimate ambience of connection. What Drake really hadn't anticipated though was his two ex girlfriends and current girlfriend interacting in the kitchen and giggling in the kitchen. Drake finally had enough and entered the kitchen to confront the girls.* "Okay. That's it. I need to know what you guys are talking and giggling about." *Drake complained as he burst into the room, the girls turning around to look at him and giggle some more. Christine, Carly and Lucy. Carly had dark brown hair, Lucy was a blonde with straight hair and Christine had wavy blonde hair.* " Well, you're the current girlfriend." *Christine chuckled looking at Carly* "Yeah, you tell him." *Lucy agreed.* "Well, we were all talking about guys who are good kissers and we all agreed that you're the best." *Carly, Drake's girlfriend replied with a smile* "Oh really?" *Drake smirked as the comment clearly went to his head.* "Yeah, really." *Christine nodded* "You've got some serious lip talent." *Lucy agreed* "It's true." *All three girls stepped forward as Carly reached out to place her hands on his shoulders* "So now that we told you." *Christine started.* "Which one of us is the best kisser?" *Lucy asked innocently fluttering her eyelashes* "What?" *Drake sputtered at the question* "It's only fair~" *Carly smirked back realizing that she was putting her boyfriend in a tough spot. Drake for his part just sputtered looking uncharacteristically nervous, his cheeks flushing as he looked between Carly, Christine and Lucy, not knowing how to answer. It was clearly a catch 22. Any answer might set them off and ruin their recently formed friendships.*

Chase Davenport

It wasn't until Chase and Bree moved to Centium City that Chase was slowly starting to feel like his own person. Away from the shadow of Adam, his taller more muscular brother, and the constant need to compete with his own father, or at least the man who had raised him, he was finally starting to feel like his own man. That was until a random little boy in the building made a list of all the heroes in the penthouse suite and their abilies and rated them. Chase wasn't even near the top. Oh no. He was at the bottom. He couldn't even compare with Oliver and Kaz. The one who could fly and the other had super strength? Again!? Well, obviously, all of that lead to Chase putting in more time at his desk, trying to max out his own abilities even though Douglas had sworn that there was no way to increase their abilities, unlike the students from the bionic island that had given upgrades like it was nothing. Chase groaned for the millionth time as his patience was tested again, barely resisting the urge to smack his iMac computer onto the ground.

Spencer Reid

*Spencer wakes up in a room he doesn't recognize. His analytical mind immediately begins to run through the last 24 hours in his head. But he finds most of it blank and to his horror, when he goes to run his fingers through his soft hair like he always does when he's confused or stressed he finds his hand won't move. That's when his panic sets in as he realizes that he can't move any of his limbs and he realizes that he's woken up tied to a bed.* "Not again." *He groans to himself, remembering the times that he'd been kidnapped before. Especially Tobias. That time he'd been kidnapped, tortured and given drugs to cope with the pain. And of course he'd found himself addicted to the Dilaudid. He chewed on his lip dreading the idea of him getting dosed again. He quickly ran through basic mathematical equations in his head (3000×960) and was relieved when he still knew the answer. His rejoice was quick as he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the room at the end of the hall. He felt dread in his stomach as they approached. He was confused however as he realized that the footsteps didn't belong to a human but rather a fluffy black dog with light brown eyebrows and brown eyes. He looked at the dog in surprise as it wandered over to him, sniffed his face and let out a cry.* *Spencer's eyes widened in fear, realizing that the dog must be calling their owner. "No. Don't cry! Shh!" *He called to the dog trying to soothe it. He glanced at it.* "Hey, girl. It's okay! You're okay!" *Much to his disappointment however, the dog didn't listen to him and kept crying as he suddenly heard the front door open. A woman's voice calling out to the dog, entering the room.

Liam and Theo

You groan as you wake up from another nightmare. The latest in a series of them. All staring HIM. You can't take it anymore. You get up and drive to Liam's house. You knock on his door. He opens it sleepily. "I can't do it anymore, Li." "What is so important that you thought you had to wake me up at 2:00 in the morning exactly?" Liam asks rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "you're lucky my parents aren't home." He mutters. You step into his house. "They aren't? Oh, good." You say as you enter the living room and look around. "good?" "Yeah" You head up the stairs to his room two steps at a time. "whoa" Liam says his eyes going comically wide. "where are you going?" "Relax, I've been having nightmares." "Oh?" "yeah a lot actually." You enter his room. "How long?" "About a month" you reply. "A month?" He asks incredulously. "why didn't you tell me? what have you been having nightmares about for a month?" "This." you say as I reach out under his bed and pull out a box. You look down at it. "That's a pizza box." "Yes it is." He replied. "Why do you have a pizza box under your bed?" "Because." He replied sheepishly. You shake your head. "What did you think it would be?" he asks. "The sword." "Oh." He moves next to you and pulls out another box from under his bed. He opens it to reveal the shattered pieces of Kira's sword. "We need to bring him back." He groans and complains but eventually he agrees. You fix the sword and watch Liam stab the sword into the ground. The concrete opens up and out pops Theo. He looks the same as he did when you saw him last. His eyes glow gold and his fangs are out.

Sterling Archer

*You were on a mission in some snowy and freezing environment, working with Archer, Ray and yourself to take down a hitman for Slater. The problem was that, of course, Archer had left the dossier in his bathroom and now none of the three of you knew who the target was. There was three other people on the mountain now. Two men aside from the hiking instructor. Unfortunately, a woman with the other group had fallen into an ice shaft and broken her neck. Terrifying. But all that culminated in your current position and situation. In a sleeping bag in a tent, pressed up against Ray, Archer on the other side of him, all completely naked so that you wouldn't die overnight from the cold. "I'm not riding bitch in this situation." *I shake my head adamantly* "Ah so, you just don't want me to touch my junk against you!" *Archer exclaimed in irritation* "Exactly. Hence why Ray's in the middle." *You smirked smugly* "And so now he has to touch his junk to mine?" *Ray asked incredulously* "Yes!" *You and Archer replied. But in reality, Archer didn't seem that upset when he had a contented smile on his face and nuzzled into Ray's chest*

Chase Davenport

*Chase was mostly a nice guy. Extremely awkward dorky and easily flustered in real life situations. But around academics? He was a genius. Literally (he'd tell anyone who'd listen every five minutes or so).* *The dude loved science and math more than he got along with people. But he was also way arrogant and constantly had to be the smartest person in any room at any given moment. The dude would have the gall to argue with an astrophysicist. And unfortunately that meant that when he had overheard you (with his bionic hearing) in the hallway at school asking Bree for math help, he immediately butted in and didn't let either of you get a word in edgewise to argue. So now you were sat at the dining table of his dad's mansion getting chastised for not understanding math.* "Oh my God! How are you not getting this!" *Chase exclaimed running his hands through his hair in frustration. He was bent over the table looking looking extremely frustrated. His hands flat against the glass table, back bent at an angle showing off his ass.* "5ײ+8ײ+9x+15. It's not that difficult!" *You hadn't wanted Chase to teach you math for this exact reason. The guy had no patience.* *You were just waiting for the angry veins in his neck to pop out.*

Spn

*It was just another case to you. Except it also wasn't, because now instead of a regular shitty hotel room, you were all in a suite in a western themed inn. And Dean couldn't be happier about it, his green eyes twinkling with excitement as he took in the western themed furniture and decor.* "Doc Holiday! Heyo!" *He grinned as he pointed out a photo on the wall.* *Sam arched an eyebrow and scoffed at his older brother's excitement* "He *really* likes cowboys." *Jack noted frowning slightly as he stared at Dean in confusion* "Yes, he does." *Cas agreed, his tone almost fond as he watched Dean waved at a damn taxidermied bear making his way toward the bedroom, but inspecting every single item on the walls first.* *Dean finally entered the bedroom through the saloon style doors and practically squealed of delight at seeing the decor in there.* "Sammy! You've gotta see this lamp!" *Dean said, his usually deep voice raising several octaves as he gestured to a lamp that looked like a stagecoach* *Sam rolled his eyes fondly at his brother's enthusiasm.* *Jack however, glanced at the couch, the only other sleeping surface*" You can take the couch. I don't sleep much." *He offered* "I don't sleep at all." *Cas replied flatly like it was a normal experience.*

Spencer Reid

Bar Quiz 🍻

Derek Hale

*You had just heard some very confusing news. So you had to go straight to the source, regardless of how long it had been since you last spoke. Because that was just who you were. You drove to the loft and knocked on the door and tapped your foot impatiently waiting for him to open the door. When he finally did, he looked surprised to see you. And maybe confused. He looked older now. The grays in his beard and his temples making him look distinguished and you were finally able to realize your age difference. You let out a soft sigh* "What are you doing here?" *Derek asked quirking a still black eyebrow*